The teleportation array is a magical thing, with which it only takes a few seconds to complete a journey across several continents.

The so-called teleportation array is actually very simple, in Lin Ming's opinion, it is just a circle made of some stones engraved with runes.

"True Ancestor, bring this!" Onihime handed over a metal bracelet, "Although the True Ancestor's supernatural powers will never be affected by the spatial turbulence, the teleportation array in the world is indeed pitiful, so please wear it." If there's turbulence in the space, at least we can use it to know where you are in the gap. ”

That sounds like a reassuring thing......

“Okay。 ”

Lin Ming did so, after all, according to what she said, if she was banished into the cracks of space, it would be too miserable.

He just occupied the body of the True Ancestor, and he didn't have any magical powers for this unlucky guy who 'died young' during his lifetime.

All he had at this time was a shell that was constantly consuming his mental power to ensure that his activities could be maintained.

"This is really a rudimentary teleportation array, what's it, is there a blood bag?"

Lin Ming thought about it for a while, and felt that he must not step into the unknown land like this.

Now that we know the identity and characteristics of this body, it would be too much like him if we didn't use it.

"I'm sorry, the elder has taken special care of you, and you can't defile your nobility with that kind of goods, but if you ask for it, I do have a bag here, uh, black dog blood......"

Onihime said with a little embarrassment, although she had doubts about the elder's orders when she set off, but if she was as loyal as her, she would never disobey her orders.

"Bring it. ”

Lin Ming frowned slightly, he felt that the whole thing was a little unsimple.

A vampire True Ancestor has been sealed here for so many years and no one has come to the rescue, and this kind of thing is not normal in itself.

Think about it, if a country's important weapon is stolen, how much effort will the country put into finding it?

I'm afraid this unlucky guy has been lying here for thousands of years, and if the Dark Council had the heart to get him out, they wouldn't have waited until today.

And it's still 'outsiders' like Onihime who are sent.

Okay, let's not talk about the rescue.

What's going on with this 'no blood' order?

Lin Ming felt that this order could be interpreted from three directions.

In the first direction, the Dark Council didn't expect Oni Ji to succeed in rescuing the True Ancestor, so she was so stingy that she didn't even bring a blood bag.

It's just that this argument is obviously untenable.

How big can a blood bag occupy?

As for it?!

In the second direction, the meaning of the Dark Council was just as Oni Ji relayed, and they also felt that such a thing as a blood bag was indeed not worthy of the identity of the True Ancestor.

What the elder meant: True Ancestor, you can accept the blood of these people, I specially picked it for you, and it tastes good.

That's right, Oni Ji's blood is indeed superior in quality, and this is clearly told to Lin Ming by the senses of this body.

Lin Ming felt that if he let go of the instinct of this body, it would definitely immediately pounce on Onihime, freeing the 'sweet liquid' that flowed in Onihime's veins.

That's right, in the message of this body's olfactory senses, Onihime's blood exudes a tempting sweetness all the time.

It's just that this statement seems to have loopholes.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the one who occupied this body, and he was willing to expend his own spiritual power to maintain this body, how far do you think he could go with a 'dry corpse' that hadn't eaten for thousands of years?

Then we have to think in the third direction.

I'm afraid that the purpose of the elders who wanted to save him was not simple.

He didn't need to rescue a true ancestor who was full of blood, all he wanted was a weak old fellow.

Or to put it more explicitly, what he needs is probably the blood in the body of the True Ancestor, the blood that carries the ancient memories.

It's just a pity, only this Lin Ming can't satisfy him.

Because Lin Ming can't read any memories from his own blood at all.

"Bring it, bring it. ”

beckoned to the ghost queen, and Lin Ming's thoughts were very clear.

Whether it's black dog blood or any other blood, drink it first.

Speaking closely, if you don't adjust your state a little better, you will be over when you enter the teleportation array and encounter something.

"But it's black dog blood......

No matter what kind of speculation the ghost is indeed, she is indeed a pawn who does not know the truth, which has been confirmed as early as when Lin Ming launched a 'mind reading' on her.

So, everything she says and does now comes from the bottom of her heart.

Black dog blood is a thing that is used to break evil spirits, although in terms of effect, I am afraid that it will not be able to hurt the old monster of the True Ancestor level, but the current True Ancestor has obviously just woken up and is very weak. Otherwise, the fireball from the first meeting would have caused no more than minor injuries.

Oh, that's what Onihime thinks.

"Bring it. Lin Ming's attitude was very resolute, "Your so-called elder knows a ball!"

"Okay......"

Onihime had to take out a plastic blood bag from her bosom, and it looked like there should be space inside her clothes to store props.

"Gurgling ......!"

After taking the blood bag, Lin Ming poured it down regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly sucked the blood bag in one go.

"Oh. ”

Lin Ming hiccuped, the taste of black dog blood was decisively choking, if the blood of the ghost queen was defined as 'sweet', then the black dog blood was 'rancid'.

A bag of blood fell into his stomach, and Lin Ming suddenly felt like a burn, but in the same way, the speed of his mental power loss also began to decrease.

Gradually, his mental strength went from 'making ends meet' to 'breaking even', and then began to pick up.

It's good to start picking up.

"Wait a minute, let me digest and digest, these days, the heavy metal content in the blood is really scary......

With inconsequential words in his mouth, Lin Ming was buying himself more time to recover.

Sancheng, as long as he can recover to a state of more than 30%, he will dare to enter the teleportation array.

"I'm so sorry, but that's how the world is now......"

Kihime was ashamed of the quality of the black dog blood she provided, but she wasn't stupid enough to 'volunteer' to donate blood.

Nonsense, let the true ancestor take a sip and estimate that she will have to explain, the last time she was sucked blood, she was lucky, and if she comes again, the ghost knows if the true ancestor will stop it.

Oh, I should say 'keep your mouth shut'......

After all, she had already sent the True Ancestor to the place.

"Yo, Ghost Ji, why don't you tell me what the world is like out there now?" Lin Ming pretended to be very interested, he wiped his mouth with the silk scarf handed by Ghost Ji, and looked like he was listening.

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I could only see from afar on the barren hills of Pushi Town, a figure was flying up and down.

The sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a swimming dragon, and every move and style was as fast as lightning.

"Sword Sixteen, Sword Seventeen ......!"

The low voice was a low roar from the heart, and the black shadow leaped violently, swinging a series of sword shadows as it reached the highest point on its trajectory.

It's just that he only swung half of the sword in his hand and let it go.

"Qiang Changdang~!"

The sword swirled all the way from the top of the mountain into the valley, and the man dancing the sword fell from mid-air to the ground almost at the same time.

"Ahem......!"

Because of his own lack of skills, he had to forcibly practice more advanced moves, and what was even more excessive was that he had to practice a set of moves together, and this series of coughs was caused by the true qi diverging.

"Fire Qi Sword!"

Before the cough could end, the man shouted loudly, and with his shout, the sword that fell off the cliff stopped its fall as if it had its own spirituality.

It flew up, up the cliff like a meteor and a moon, and finally stuck straight in front of the man.

Needless to say, this man is a hard-working Mo Xie who came to practice penance in order not to explode his body.

At this time, he sat down on the ground, panting like a dead dog at the Fire Qi Sword in front of him.

His clothes were already soaked, but even then he had to practice.

The speed of the transformation of the sword qi still did not keep up with the speed at which the blood Bodhi medicinal power was emanated, and now he was just able to stop the deterioration of the Qilin arm.

As long as he stopped practicing his sword, within half an hour, this arm would burn again.

At this time, Mo Ye had already regretted his decision to give up his sword qi in the first place.

Many things are remembered for their goodness only after they have been lost.

When the sword qi derived from Sword Twenty-Three was still there, Mo Xie opened the automatic mode, with which sword qi was 'extremely vicious', where did the medicinal power of the Blood Bodhi dare to come out and disturb the balance in Mo Xie's body?

With that bit of medicinal power, Mo Ye had to condense the fighting qi to satisfy the devouring desire of the sword qi.

Only now everything is different.

The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs!

Mo Ye, who had lost the ultimate sword qi derived from Sword Twenty-Three, could only choose another 'automatic' now.

Do it yourself!

It's just that it's really tiring......

After a slight gasp, Mo Xie stood up again.

With the sword in hand, Mo Ye began to practice from 'Sword One' all the way down the 'Standard Mode'.

The meridians in Mo Xie's body were already unrecognizable after strengthening his bloodline, and if he still dared to practice serious internal strength, the result would be no different from suicide.

Therefore, he can only take the stupidest and most primitive way to practice.

Constantly practicing the sword, constantly consuming the sword qi in the body, and then prompting the sword qi to continuously absorb the medicinal essence of the blood bodhi and regenerate.

"As long as the current concentration of medicinal power is reduced by one percent, even if it is only for a short time, I will have a way!"

Wielding the Huolin Sword, the sword qi hidden in the dantian continued to gush out, and Mo Xie danced a set of "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" vigorously, and the sword qi cut rocks like rotten wood between the vertical and horizontal trees.

Mo Ye's eyes were full of determination.

"Now that I have no Lin Ming in my body, and there is no hidden danger of sword qi, it would be too much to say that I still ask for help at such a level. ”