After getting the Hanyuan Knife, Yang Hong's strength improved again, and he rushed to the headquarters of the Dark Dynasty with the old man of Tianji, ready to test this mysterious and weird behemoth formed by the forces of the blood clan.

On the way there, the old man of Tianji told Yang Hong everything he had discovered over the years, about the headquarters of the Dark Dynasty, and about the blood clan, so that he had a deeper understanding of the Dark Dynasty.

Just as they were rushing to the Dark Dynasty Headquarters, an extremely important matter was also going on at the Dark Dynasty Headquarters.

In the underground cavern of the Dark Dynasty Headquarters, a group of forty or fifty young men and women walked forward with dull eyes, and above their heads, an almost translucent illusory figure was suspended, and an invisible spiritual force enveloped forty or fifty people.

If Yang Hong was here, he would definitely recognize that this translucent illusory figure was none other than the guy who had chased and killed him before and almost made him fall.

The illusory figure controlled forty or fifty young men and women as they walked along, and soon escorted them to the strange and bloodthirsty stone gate.

"Your Excellency, the sacrificial offering you asked for has been delivered." Coming to the stone gate, the illusory figure stopped and shouted respectfully in mid-air.

"Very well, bring them in." An old and cold voice sounded, and the huge stone door that had been closed slowly creaked open.

Although it was not the first time to enter the stone gate, the cold and bloody revealed from the stone gate, as well as the strong negative emotional fluctuations, still made the illusory figure very uncomfortable.

For ordinary people, they just feel depressed and cold, but without the illusory figure of the physical body, they can feel the feeling of entering hell more clearly and intuitively, as if inside the stone gate, there are countless resentful spirits roaring and roaring there, if he is not forced to do so, he will definitely not want to go inside.

Enduring the discomfort, the illusory figure controlled forty or fifty young men and women to enter from the outside, and he himself floated above these people's heads, and came to the stone gate together.

Compared with the simple cave image outside, the inside of the stone gate is a completely different world, and the carved beams and paintings are like the palaces of ancient kings.

It's just that unlike the light outside, there are only a few candles lit in the palace that seem to never burn, the light is slightly dim and gloomy, and the air is even more cold and pressing, so that the special existence formed by the pure spiritual power of the illusory figure has been greatly affected, and even the spiritual power that controls forty or fifty young men and women has fluctuated, so that these people are no longer expressionless, but show some painful or fearful looks from time to time.

Feeling the strong negative emotions that permeated the palace, as well as the cold mental fluctuations that made him shudder, the illusory figure did not show any emotional changes on the surface, but deep down was full of jealousy and solemnity.

This was not the first time he had entered the palace behind the stone gate, since a year ago, he had been in charge of constantly sending some young men and women into the palace, and when he came back next time, those dozens of young men and women had disappeared without a trace.

Although he didn't know what was going on and where those young men and women went, he could clearly feel that as he continued to send some young men and women into the palace, the creepy coldness and negative fluctuations in the palace became more and more intense.

He clearly remembered that at the beginning, this fluctuation was very subtle, and if he didn't feel it carefully, he couldn't even feel it, but now it was so strong that it could even affect him, which was enough to show that something must have happened during this time that he was not aware of it.

Thinking of this, the illusory figure respectfully bowed to a coffin placed in the center of the palace.

This coffin is very similar to the coffin that Yang Hong saw in the Demon Suppression Cave, but there are some differences, the material of the coffin seems to be better, with golden lines on it, which is more luxurious.

"Ahem!" The old man's cough suddenly sounded in the palace, making the illusory figure tremble slightly, and he quickly turned his gaze to the side not far away.

In the line of sight, a figure wrapped in a black robe and looking like an old dragon bell stood there, exuding an old and decaying aura, like a rotten wood that had been aged for an unknown number of years, as if it would collapse and disintegrate at any time.

"Your Excellency, Messenger." The illusory figure hurriedly saluted with a respectful and slightly fearful expression, and did not despise the other party's aura as if it was about to decay.

Whether it was him or Dark Gold, they were full of awe at the old figure wrapped in a black robe in front of them.

They had no doubt that under this black robe, the seemingly weak and old figure could release unimaginable power at any time.

"Good, you can get out of here now." The old and cold voice came from the black robe, and there was not the slightest emotion in the tone, so cold that it made people shudder.

"Yes, Sir." In response, he glanced down at the forty or fifty young men and women, and the illusory figure immediately quickly exited the stone gate, and the moment he left, the stone door closed in response.

In the palace inside the stone gate, losing the control of the illusory figure, forty or fifty young men and women woke up one after another, and found where they and the others were at the moment, one by one panicked, and the timid woman immediately opened her mouth to scream.

Just as the forty or fifty young men and women who had awakened were about to speak, a red light suddenly rose from the ground, enveloping them all.

"Ahhh Forty or fifty young men and women let out terrible screams, and one by one their mouths opened wide, blood gushing out of their mouths, eyes, noses, ears, and other parts, and finally gathered in mid-air and turned into a ball of blood.

The forty or fifty young men and women, who had lost all their blood, were all reduced to dried corpses and fell to the ground, in exactly the same way as the Holy Grail of Blood.

"The cry before death is really the most beautiful." The ruffian figure wrapped in a black robe said intoxicated, and his hands, which were as dry as a corpse, lifted the black robe and hat, revealing a hideous face that was somewhat rotten and the skull was faintly visible, almost like a monster that had just crawled out of the grave.

Stepping forward, the black-robed monster waved his hand, and a blood-red flame shot out on the pile of corpses formed by the dried corpses.

As soon as they came into contact with those dry corpses, the blood-red flames instantly surged, like a giant beast with its mouth open, instantly engulfing the corpses, and in a short time, dozens of corpses would be burned to the ground, not even a little smoke and dust, and disappeared into the palace like this.

The black-robed monster didn't pay any attention to all this, his eyes were all focused on the blood mass hanging in mid-air, and the red light in his eyes flashed with longing and bloodlust.

"Blood!" As he spoke, the black-robed monster opened its mouth, and a ball of blood the size of a basin fell from the sky and fell into his mouth, absorbing and devouring it.

Blood poured into his stomach, and the black-robed monster was covered in blood, and his hideous face and dry hands changed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, he changed from the image of a monster who seemed to have just crawled out of the cemetery to a slightly old white man.

This astonishing recovery rate is simply appalling, not even a blood slave can reach this level, let alone a huge change comparable to a plastic surgery.

Of course, although the black-robed monster had turned into a white old man on the surface, the aura emanating from its body was even more decaying, and even faintly impermeated a dead aura.

"Whew." With a sigh of relief, the white old man looked up at the blood mass hanging in mid-air, resisted the urge to swallow and absorb, and suddenly waved his hand, and the blood ball exploded in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood falling from the sky, merging into an even larger blood-red formation that almost filled the entire palace.

With the integration of the blood cluster, the originally dim and dull places in the huge formation were also spreading and lighting up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, a chilling aura appeared in the palace, becoming more and more intense, and a wailing sound could be faintly heard, and even looming ghosts could be seen shuttling in the palace with the naked eye.

If the illusory figures were here, they would be shocked to find that these ghostly beings actually had some similarities with him.

This situation lasted for nearly an hour, and when the blood mass was completely integrated into the formation, all visions quickly disappeared.

"It's finally done." The old white man muttered to himself, his body trembled slightly, and the aura of death and decay on his body became even stronger and stronger, giving people the feeling that half of his legs had stepped into the coffin.

Tired and dead, the old white man stepped to the golden coffin, his eyes revealing almost crazy worship and faith, and he fell to his knees and kowtowed a few times.

"Master, you can finally see the light of day in advance, and then the whole world will be yours master." Raising his head and staring at the golden coffin, the old white man muttered excitedly, and the memory of not knowing how long it had been sealed came to his mind.

He could never forget that it was his master, the great vampire Count Alexander, who bestowed on him a near-eternal life, and although he was not a vampire, he was the second best blood servant after a vampire.

It was precisely because of his status as a blood servant that he was lucky enough to leave a small life back then, giving him the opportunity to work for the resurrection of his master, the vampire Count Alexander.

After thousands of years of waiting, he finally waited for the seal to weaken, and he wanted to break the coffin that sealed his master, Count Alexander, and save him from it before the seal failed, for which he could give everything he had, even his life.

As for what happened inside the palace, the illusory figure and the dark gold outside naturally had no way of knowing, but after all, the two had run the Dark Dynasty for so many years, and coupled with their understanding of the blood vampires, they knew that the Dharma Protector Blood Servant must have made a big move.

"Phantom, I've always had an ominous premonition lately, you said that Lord Dharma Protector wouldn't want to unload the mill and kill the donkey." Alone. In the secret room, Dark Gold frowned and said with a worried expression, and there was an illusory figure floating beside him.

"Hey, I don't feel right too, but now that the Blood Chalice is gone, along with the test subject, we don't have the strength to deal with him." The illusory figure shook his head a little helplessly, and sighed and comforted: "However, don't worry too much, there is still a period of time before the Tengu Eclipse Day and the Seven Stars Alignment, and we still have use value, besides, we have run the Dark Dynasty for so many years, and there is no merit and hard work, once the Ancestor awakens, there is no need to embarrass a little person like us." ”

"Yes, you have a point." Nodding, Dark Jin said a little helplessly: "I hope it is as you said." ”