In the seventh layer of the Dao Tower, in the thick aura, everyone fell into a deep retreat.

Time flies, day by day, and the people in retreat never wake up, and naturally they don't know what is happening outside the cave.

In the northern mines, Commander Melvin has been unable to sleep these days, and he has been feeling anxious since he found out that his men had been killed.

Not because he cared much about his men, but because of the pressure the Commander put on him.

The murderer must be found, otherwise, his year's salary will be deducted in full.

A year's worth is not a small amount, that's millions of blood crystals!

The murderer of the Blood Clan soldier was too cunning, and until now, he could only identify the scene of two killings.

However, what is the use of that, because the scene has been completely erased by the murderer, and no trace can be found in it.

Although the cultivation of these patrolling soldiers is not high, there is still a master of the Blood Master Realm. That's it, they were still all killed by the enemy, and they didn't even have time to crush the alarm charm.

It seems that the other party's cultivation is very high, at least a Heavenly Monarch Stage powerhouse, or it is not done by one person at all.

If you want to know who the murderer is, there is only one way to solve it.

There is a supernatural power in the blood clan, called blood rebellion, which can be used to trace the last encounter of the deceased with the clothes of the deceased!

It's a pity that such a supernatural power, Melvin will not.

The Blood Rebellion Divine Power is a high-level Divine Power, which is only in the hands of the great forces of the Blood Clan, and he has no chance to practice it at all.

As for his immediate boss, the Grand Commander Qiao Cheng is not proficient in this technique.

Only that person, maybe you can give it a try.

It's just that the price of inviting that person is too great for Melvin to afford a year's worth of money.

However, for the sake of his own development in the future, in order not to let the Grand Commander look down on him, Myrvin still decided to let a handful of blood. Pay now, he will finally get it back from that damn Terran!

Melvin left the stone building where he lived and prepared to head to Polar Night City, a large city in the north.

The person he wanted to invite was a person from the Mei family, the largest family of the blood clan, that person's name was Mei Shu, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Blood King, and he was afraid that he would break through to the Blood King Realm in a few years.

Mei Slay has always lived in Polar Night City, as he is the deputy city lord of Polar Night City.

Polar Night City is about millions of miles away from the northern mining area, and Melvin is good at the art of blood escape, and with this speed, he can reach it in one day.

The reason why Polar Night City is famous throughout the northern part of the Yingbian Immortal Domain is not only because of its large area, but also because it has gathered a large number of Terran alchemists, who refine a large number of pills for the Blood Clan day and night to supply the Blood Clan monks.

These alchemists are the same as the miners in the major mining areas of the blood clan, they have no dignity and no freedom, and they are even nicknamed Dannu by the blood clan, slaves who specialize in alchemy for the blood clan!

This is also the most eye-catching feature of the Yingbian Immortal Domain, and even the high-level of the blood clan are complacent about it, and it seems that they enjoy the joy of enslaving the human race very much.

Of course, in addition to mine slaves and Dannu, there are also domestic slaves and desire slaves, which permeate all aspects of the life of the blood clan.

If you are a person with a sense of racial responsibility, you will definitely rebuke the actions of the blood clan and start a fight with it!

Of course, some people are doing this, but they have been hidden in the shadows and are not easy to be detected by the blood clan.

And Polar Night City has such a place in the dark.

It was a stronghold of the Terrans against the oppression of the Bloodline, and it was located on a lively street.

The street was bustling with people, and from time to time you could see a noble blood carriage passing along the wide bluestone road.

A stronghold in the shadows is actually set up in such a downtown area, and the people who set up such a stronghold are indeed a little bold.

And those who are bold are often quite wise and have leadership skills.

The stronghold is disguised as a storefront, selling all kinds of miscellaneous items, especially some seemingly ancient artifacts.

The owner of the façade is an old man with a thin face, the old man's eyes are cloudy, and when he looks at people, he is always wide open, as if he can't see clearly.

Such old people are not uncommon on this crowded street, and there is even more than one. It's just that they don't have a façade, they are all wanderers begging along the streets.

Such an old man has no value to the cold and brutal blood clan, and of course it is not worth paying attention to.

The old man in the façade is no exception.

Therefore, the façade has always existed, and no one has ever had any suspicion about it, linking it to the anti-blood forces of the Terrans.

On this day, a teenager came in outside the façade, a teenager with a yellow face and thin muscles.

Although the young man was thin and weak, his eyes were very smart, and he walked up to the owner of the façade and said crisply:

"Grandpa Lian, this jade bracelet can be exchanged for a few broken crystals!"

Broken spar is the waste left after the processing of fairy spar, and ordinary blood clan monks will not use it at all.

However, this kind of crushed crystal stone is widely circulated among some low-level Terran monks.

The thin young man didn't have a trace of mana fluctuations up and down his body, but he had a soft spot for broken crystals, and he didn't know what he was going to do after he got them.

"Oh, it's Fei'er, why did you find something good this time!"

The old man's gaze moved away from a yellowed book and landed on the jade bracelet in the hand of the young Fei'er.

"I'll take a look!"

Fei'er handed it to him excitedly and apprehensively, for fear that the old man would tell him that this jade bracelet was worthless.

The jade bracelet is very ordinary, just an ordinary mundane thing. There is neither glamorous color nor the smell of old age, it is the kind of thing that no one will look at if it is thrown on the street.

However, the old man looked at it again and again, as if he wanted to discover the secret hidden inside the jade bracelet.

Yes, jade bracelets do have secrets.

And this secret was not even known to the emaciated boy.

When the old man took the jade bracelet, a subtle divine sense was transmitted to the old man's sea of consciousness.

It turns out that jade bracelets can be used as a tool to convey information.

"Lian Lao, there have been Terran anti-blood alliance activities in the northern mining area of the Blood Clan recently, and the battle record is to kill twenty Blood Clan patrol soldiers. Would you like to get in touch with it?"

This message is what the divine consciousness to which the jade bracelet is attached is to transmit, and at this point, its mission is complete.

"This jade bracelet is of good quality, Fei'er, you are very lucky, I'll give you three broken crystals!"

The old man touched the young man's head, took out three broken spars, and handed them to the young man.

"Thank you, Grandpa Lian!"

The boy laughed like a gust of wind and ran away.

Looking at the thin figure of the young man, the old man's cloudy eyes were full of regret.

"When will this dark life be the end!"

He murmured and stared out into the street.

On the street, people are still coming and going.

It's just that at this moment, another blood clan rode by on a blood-red war horse.

The man on the horse was dressed in black armor, and he was so majestic that he could not look at him directly.

All the Terrans unconsciously lowered their heads, and the blood-red war horses neighed and disappeared!