Chapter 1303

The blood of the Clan is depleted.

On Long Xiaoshan's head, there are still forty-nine acupuncture points that have not been lit.

I didn't expect the Blood Demon Sutra to be so difficult when it crossed to the back, and the essence blood of the five major blood clan dukes hadn't been able to light up all the acupoints.

The way of cultivation is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

No wonder the Divine Realm is so rare.

And Long Xiaoshan chose the most difficult path.

Both the "Recipe of Eternal Life" and the "Blood Demon Sutra" are supreme methods, far more difficult than ordinary recipes, but at the same time, they are also much more powerful, and the "Recipe of Eternal Life" can condense the true essence during the Qi refining period.

The Blood Demon Sutra is also extremely perverted, and it can absorb the power of the bloodline in the blood.

Although there was no Blood Demon Sutra cultivation this time, the rudimentary form of the essence flower had been condensed after all, and Long Xiaoshan now breathed in and out, feeling as if there was a heart of the primeval god hidden in his body, and every time he beat, the earth trembled.

The power has skyrocketed.

Long Xiaoshan's eyes shot a sharp cold light.

I looked at Whitehall.

It was the heart of London and the hub of this vast empire, connecting the Houses of Parliament and Downing Street, where the Defence, Foreign, Home Office, Admiralty and other departments were all located.

He slammed into the sky, urging the Blood Demon Sutra to the limit.

Rumble!

The terrifying blood power directly tore apart the night sky, turning the entire London night sky extremely red, and the dark red moonlight sprinkled down and reflected on Long Xiaoshan's body.

Wow!

Two huge wings stretched out, and these wings were blood-red all over, covered with pale golden veins.

Long Xiaoshan absorbed all the essence and blood of the six dukes of the blood clan.

The bloodline power in his body has reached the limit of the duke, and he has begun to evolve to a higher level, and at the same time, it is mixed with the bloodline power of the eight-armed crocodile dragon, which makes him have a mutation.

The silver scales on the feet and arms turned red like blood diamonds, like armor, all over the body, and sharp and hideous bone spurs sprouted out of the shoulders, elbows, and spine.

Sharp claws, like blood-red scimitars.

In the night light flashed a breath-making enchantment.

In stark contrast to his demonic body was Long Xiaoshan's handsome and bewitching face, as if it was a combination of an angel and a demon.

After a few breaths, Long Xiaoshan stepped into the sky above Whitehall.

The thick blood light rolled up, turning the entire street of Whitehall red, and Long Xiaoshan stared at the tall British Parliament building below, as well as the many British central institutions.

A cold smile cracked into the corners of his mouth.

"It's time for the British Princes to see the power of our monks. ”

Long Xiaoshan is armed with a dark blood axe.

This dark blood axe, although it was defeated by Long Xiaoshan with divine light, was a blood artifact after all, even if it did not sacrifice the demonic power of its strength, it was also an indestructible spirit-level battle axe.

The power of furious blood poured into the dark blood axe.

Stimulated by the power of the blood, the Dark Blood Axe shone red like the sun.

Long Xiaoshan roared wildly.

Holding the dark blood axe high, he slashed down, and a dazzling blood rainbow fell from the sky and slashed on the streets of Whitehall, and in an instant, the earth cracked, and the whole of London seemed to shake.

A terrifying shockwave, along the cracks of the earth, rushed to both sides of the street.

The entire buildings on Whitehall Street shook like straw in the wind, shattering all the glass, uprooting trees on either side, and all the cars parked on the side of the road flew up and smashed into the buildings on both sides.

The smoke and dust billowing off the entire block even flooded the entire block.

As the heart of the United Kingdom.

It's so well guarded.

But Long Xiaoshan's movements were too fast, and the defense here didn't have time to activate at all, and after Long Xiaoshan slashed down, the piercing sirens sounded throughout London.

Whitehall under attack!

Whitehall under attack!

The Royal Police, the Security Service, the Intelligence Bureau, and the Royal Garrison throughout London were shocked by the alarm for a while, like ants on a hot pot, and the princes who were hiding in the bed heard the call.

Someone dared to attack the entire center of the British Empire.

You must know that the importance of Whitehall is even above Buckingham Palace, after all, Britain is now a parliamentary system, and the parliamentarians are the real rulers of Britain, and royal power is more symbolic.

What's more, there are so many important British departments in Whitehall.

If Whitehall has been terrorized.

Then I'm afraid the whole of Britain will be paralyzed.

Countless policemen, troops, rushed to Whitehall, and even fighter jets and tanks drove into the streets of London, and in the face of the attack on the center, the defense of the British Empire was completely activated and entered a state of first-class combat readiness.

Howling Typhoon warplanes streaked across the night sky, and the rumble of tanks and armored vehicles shook the streets.

The whole of London was shaken.

Countless people leaned out of the window, looking panicked.

As subjects of the British Empire, they had been at peace for too long, and they had not encountered such a major battle for decades, as if they had returned to the time of the world war.

The streets near Whitehall have long been cordoned off.

The army and police rushed to Whitehall.

At this time, the smoke and dust cleared slightly, and everyone looked at Whitehall Street in shock, and a huge crack tore the entire Whitehall Street, which was thousands of kilometers long, bottomless, and made Whitehall Street disappear.

On both sides of the street, the parliament building, the defense building, the navy building, and the interior building are all staggered, the walls are covered with cracks, and the glass, not to mention anything, are all shattered.

If it weren't for the fact that these buildings, all of which were British hubs, made of the strongest materials and specifications, and even resistant to bomb attacks, I am afraid that these buildings would have collapsed.

But fortunately.

It was late at night, and all the British princes had gone home to rest.

Only a small number of people on duty did not cause a large number of casualties.

But even so, it also made those British old men scared into a cold sweat and scared.

They all roared.

"What about the Intelligence Service, what are you doing to eat? How can there be terrorists attacking here, there is no news at all, and the billions of pounds of budget every year are fed to pigs. ”

"What about the Security Service, what about the Royal Police, you all eat. ”

"Don't catch the attacker yet. ”

One by one, the legislators and high-ranking officials jumped to their feet and were furious.

Suddenly, a thick blood mist rolled into the air, like a blood flame, reflecting the sky red, and a terrifying pressure enveloped all directions.

In the smoke and dust in the sky, a blood-red figure stepped out of the air, gradually becoming clear, seeing the blood-red figure like a demon, for a while, Zhugong's throat seemed to be stuck.

"W-who is this?"

"Could it be that he attacked Whitehall? ”

Long Xiaoshan's form at this time was too fierce, like a demon crawling out of hell, and many policemen couldn't even hold their guns.

However, the intelligence chief Camus suddenly shrank his eyes, and he lost his voice and said, "Long Xiaoshan?"

(End of chapter)