Nan Qianyan squatted down and picked up some of the remaining pale golden doppelganger ashes, and fell into deep thought......

"Look!"

Following the loud shouts of the members of the Demon Hunting Troupe, Nan Qianyan and Glenn began to look in the direction pointed by the members, which was the huge space of pen and ink created by Nan Qianmo.

However, at this time, the circular black space began to dissipate like smoke and dust, and was replaced by a dark red circular space.

In the dark red space, there are sometimes huge figures with sharp brushstrokes, which is Nan Qianmo's attack method.

There was silence for a long time, and the brushwork in the dark red space did not appear.

Suddenly, a huge pitch-black spike, as if carrying the essence of life, pierced through the dark red energy space, and a hole appeared.

Almost at the same time, a figure flew out of the cave mouth, it was Nan Qianmo!

Nan Qianmo fell into the crowd, and after a few flips, he was helped up by the people who reacted.

"Commander!"

The shouts in the crowd suddenly rose, and Nan Qianyan in the distance immediately put down the ashes in his hand, flew to Nan Qianmo's side, and held him up.

The dark red space disappeared, and Murong Yuan appeared, his red pupils bright and dazzling.

Compared with Nan Qianmo, who fell to the ground, the victory and defeat were obvious.

"If you can break through the energy space at the last moment, you still have two ......"

praised like a mockery, but Nan Qianmo was powerless to respond.

“...... But for now, let me give you the final blow!"

After saying that, several small blood blades appeared around Murong Yuan's body, and they attacked Nan Qianmo along with Murong Yuan.

"Shield!"

As the deputy head of the group, Nan Qianyan shouted sharply, and several shield-wielding big men appeared in front of Nan Qianmo, gathering the shields together, and a giant energy shield appeared in front of several shields.

Nan Qianmo was supported by Nan Qianyan, struggled to stand up, and no longer cared about the wound on his body that came out of the energy of the black pen and ink, and sang loudly-

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying......"

Strange sound waves swept through each member of the Demon Hunting Regiment.

Even the physical shield appeared on the giant energy shield that Murong Yuan's blood blades attacked together, but the big men holding the shield did not see the slightest fear, their eyes were red, and they struggled forward like people who were going to die.

"Battle Song?"

The war song of the bard can boost one's own morale, and even more, it can deceive people's hearts, make people ignore life and death, so as to stimulate the hidden potential of the human body......

Murong Yuan had always disdained such fraudulent methods, but at this moment, it seemed to be a headache.

Just as Murong Yuan was about to break through the defense, the surrounding members of the Demon Hunting Regiment rushed over as if they were crazy.

Murong Yuan was helpless, and retracted his strength to fight back and repelled several people.

Glenn and Nan Qianyan stepped forward left and right, and Murong Yuan stepped back.

It seems that it is impossible to kill Nan Qianmo in a short period of time, after all, this is a place for the demon hunting group, and it is not advisable to stay for a long time.

Murong Yuan thought about it, and glanced at Nan Qianmo who was staring at him again, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a dark red magic circle appeared on the soles of his feet......

"Captain Nanqian, we'll see you again. ”

The light of the dark red magic circle suddenly appeared, and Murong Yuan disappeared immediately.

And Nan Qianmo, who was standing deadly, also completely fell to the ground after Murong Yuan left.

The people around him recruited a pharmacist, and after a simple bandage, they carried Nan Qianmo back to the camp of the demon hunting group.

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Ancient Blood Clan Ruins.

"Prince Reis, it's hard to believe that the king of the blood clan who dominates the Zhongzhou Continent finally died quietly at my hands......"

In the spacious underground palace, a scarlet blood pool occupies most of the main hall, and next to the blood pool, two gorgeously dressed blood men are talking.

The name "Prince Lacey" is a burly middle-aged man, and the bloodline has an extremely long lifespan, and the powerful bloodline can even live forever.

And as a prince-level blood clan who can maintain his youth forever, he is already middle-aged, and he must have experienced extremely long years of cultivation.

"The ...... of Loko Dracula"

Prince Lacey's eyes were gloomy and cloudy, gloomy because of the betrayal of the other party, and cloudy because of the incurable wound in his body," ...... What good did Sauron give you, so that you would betray even your own race!"

Loko was a mysterious tall man covered in a huge black cloak, his face covered by a huge hood, and his voice was low, "Ben Jue is not here to betray Sauron, nor is he trying to betray the Bloodline, but just to live a few more years......"

"How many more years to live?"

Loko's words puzzled Lacey, but at this time, Lacey, who was like a candle in the wind, was also powerless to compete with a duke-level blood clan, Lacey tried to unlock Rocko's secret, and asked out loud-

"You used to be the fastest of the five of us to advance to the Duke of the Blood Clan, what's the matter, could it be that you used some forbidden secret method at the beginning, and now you have been counterattacked?"

Loko's talent is indeed very high, but in the past, it was far less dazzling than the other four.

Until he became a marquis, he seemed to suddenly realize one day, and he leapt to become a blood duke, and he was also the fastest blood clan in history to become a duke, and was once regarded by everyone as the next blood prince......

But now, a thousand years later, Loco has not grown in the slightest.

Lacey's words seemed to poke Loko's heart, and Loko's figure flickered slightly.

"A dying man, so much more!"

Loko's vicissitudes of life were filled with anger, and the whole moment disappeared in place.

Lacey raised his hand and tried to use the Bloodline magic, but was instantly defused by Loko, and a few movements restrained the seriously injured Lacey.

"Benjue knows that the soul of the blood prince is immortal, so he ......"

Lacey's arm had been scrapped by Loko, and the wide hood had fallen slowly in the previous fight, revealing Loko's true face, a skeletal face that was as old as dry bones in a mound......

“...... This lord has specially set up the 'Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul Binding Spell' here, and the forbidden magic of the blood clan should also be enjoyed by the 'former blood king' first......"

"Your face ......"

Resis didn't care about Loko's intimidation, but was surprised by his skeletal countenance.

When Luo Ke heard this, he realized that his hood had fallen, and he instantly lost his previous calm appearance, knocked Lacey down with one palm, and hurriedly blocked his face with a huge hood again.

"Hahaha......"

Although Lacey was scarred at the moment, he still laughed insolently, "...... Loko, you have become this ghost, no wonder you have not shown your true face for so many years!"

"Bastard!"

Loko hissed and roared, blood energy surged all around his body, and a giant python-like energy impact directly penetrated Lacey's body, Loko's strength increased, and the dark red light illuminated the entire underground palace, and Lacey was torn apart in the light.

The moment Lacey's body was torn apart, thousands of vine tentacles poured out of the pool of blood, tightly binding a soul and dragging it into the pool of blood.

"Lacey, you will be destroyed here, Benjue, you will definitely find what Benjue needs......"

After watching Lacey's soul completely sink into the pool of blood, Loco tidied up his clothes, and the dark red circle appeared, and Loco disappeared.

Everything faded into obscurity, finally focusing on the pupils of a girl in the corner who was protected by Lacey's "Bloodline Origin Magic".

......