Seeing the black shadow falling from the sky and wanting to take away his own sign, the robin let out a terrible roar from his mouth.

"You're dreaming!"

In the roar, an endless tide of blackbirds flew out of his sleeves, and the pitch-black robins spread their wings and screeched into the air. As the fireflies and cling, the robin's pitch-black wings are dyed with a layer of firelight.

The glow of the flames was ice-blue, exuding a chill, and even the stones were burned into mud wherever the flames passed!

This is the original appearance of the phantom beast and the robin!

"Really?"

Facing the tide of robins, Ye Qingxuan split his mouth and smiled, and between his teeth, a shining 'sage crystal' shone brightly.

With a creak, the sage crystal bit half of it and swallowed it in his mouth.

He tightened his grip on his staff and showed the robin the jewel at the head of the staff, which shone with thunder and thunder, like a projection of the world of thunder.

"-Don't let the Three Realms turn to ashes!"

In the next moment, the pitch-black clouds of the entire Avalon let out a corresponding roar, and the gods were furious!

A glow of thunder erupted from the head of the staff, like a tidal wave, engulfing the tide of cold flames, sinking the entire laboratory into an angry electric hell.

The blazing light shines on all demons!

"Sherlock Holmes !!"

The robin's complexion changed drastically, and the name was squeezed out from between his teeth: "You bastard......

At that moment, he desperately pounced on the Destruction Thunder, even if it was at the risk of being wiped out, he wanted to rush in and reclaim the blood path sign that belonged to him!

The light of destruction engulfed everything.

When the light dissipated, Ye Qingxuan had already fallen to the ground. Even if there was a sage crystal, the large amount of blood consumed made him gasp.

The robin was already scorched and battered, but he had a round of blood in his hand.

The blood road marker was obtained by him!

"Hahaha!"

Even if it was reduced to such a miserable degree, robin looked at Ye Qingxuan's appearance. I couldn't help but laugh wildly:

"You rob it! The blood road sign belongs to me after all! It's mine!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, raised his palm, and showed him what he had in his hand: "Then what is this?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the robin looked at the thing in Ye Qingxuan's hand blankly, and then looked at the round of blood light in his hand.

This is...... What's going on?!

In Ye Qingxuan's hands, there was a round of blood light that was no different from a robin!

At that moment, in the simultaneous competition between the two, the blood light was actually split into two, half of which was obtained by the robin, but the other half fell into Ye Qingxuan's bag!

Evenly divided?!

What the is this!

The robin couldn't accept this reality......

Damn it. Why?

After four or five years of hard work, hard work, planning and schemes, withstanding the pressure of the royal family, withstanding the offensive of the shaman, and risking being killed by the royal musicians, I finally saw the hope of success...... Then half of the fruit was divided!

What kind of reasoning is that?!

Besides, it's still a question of whether the remaining half can still open the blood path!

In Ye Qingxuan's hands. The blood light on the half-wheel vortex finally dissipated, revealing its true appearance. It was an all-over sparkling accessory. Like a 'conch' carved from blood jade?

"You bastard!

The robin clenched his other half of the 'conch' and roared angrily, "Do you deserve to take my things?!"

"Of course, heaven and earth are treasures, and those who are virtuous live in them!"

Ye Qingxuan was not ashamed to stuff the blood-colored conch into his pocket: "This baby was my family's bench in my last life, and it should be in my bag, don't even think about it."

Moreover. You black musicians, you are obedient and destitute, how can you have the luck to stop it?"

"You, you ......"

Under the mask, the robin's complexion turned red and purple, and his eyes turned black for a while. Suddenly, there was an urge to vomit blood three times.

"Shut up!"

Ye Qingxuan interrupted him and glared at him angrily: "Shameless demon, don't you dare to argue with me here?!"

"Good, good!"

The robin laughed angrily, and when he heard the roar in the distance, and the symphony of the royal musicians, his eyes became vicious:

"Even if you get half of the road mark, you may not be able to keep the ......"

In an instant, the shrill sound of the reeds trembling from his broken sleeves was heard, the ashes of the flames on the ground suddenly trembled, and the blue burning robins suddenly jumped out of the fire, as if opening the floodgates, and hundreds of burning birds continued to leap out of the fire, spread their wings, gather in a flock, and swept in!

Ye Qingxuan's complexion changed, he raised his staff, and was about to activate the 'Eye of Indra' again, when the rolling tide of flames shook suddenly, and it actually dissipated out of thin air.

In the dissipating azure flames, the robin had disappeared without a trace......

Escaped?

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, although he was quietly relieved in his heart, he couldn't help but be a little depressed: Where is your backbone?!

I still think you're a good man, and I think you're going to fight me to the death!"

But in the next moment, he finally realized what that guy was trying to do.

How could he have forgotten?

There's a big problem here......

He slowly turned back and saw the one-armed figure behind him, the mutilated arm slowly regenerating from flesh.

Ye Qingxuan looked down at the blood-colored conch in his arms, then at the sharp blade sticking out of the other party's cuffs, and sighed:

"Won't you......?

Sharp blades, rushing in the face!――

"The dog-eat-dog look is ridiculous!"

In the dark room, the robin looked coldly at the two figures fighting in the water mirror, and let out a sneer: "Whether it is the professor, Sherlock Holmes, or the group of royal musicians, they are all delusional!"

"The signpost has been taken away?"

In his hand, the mutilated head trembled faintly, shaking off the layer of frost that had turned from illusion to reality, and the bloody eyes opened.

He finally broke free from his cage.

"Half of it. ”

The robin swallowed the precious healing potion, and the charred skin fell from the wound, and the flesh slowly regenerated. He looked at the red eyes coldly:

"It's just a magic trick that traps you, what's the use of you?"

"It's just an illusion, it's the Winter Hell that Saint Schubert created in the past, and if it were fully unfolded, it could even leave a shadow in the Aether Realm!. ”

"If it weren't for him being defeated by the Holy Eye, I'm afraid I'd have been trapped in it until I died." But I didn't expect the professor to have such a weakness, that guy's strength, high and low, completely can't help but grasp it himself......"

"It doesn't matter. ”

The robin's expression was grim: "Wake up all your spare flesh." ”

The red eyes were stunned, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes:

"Are you sure?"

"Is there anything more important than the Blood Path Marker, do you want that group of royal musicians to take all of our work?"

The robin looked at him gloomily, "Wake up those supplies and start the Praise Ceremony." ”

Under the gaze of those pupils, the red eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally gave in.

“...... As you wish, Your Excellency. ”

The red-eyed whispered the secret words, and the "Calixtinus Dossier" slowly unfolded, and in an instant came to the very end.

At the back of the Book of Sacrifices, which depicts the feasts of hell and the slaughter of chaos, there is nothing at the end. There was only one pitch-black pupil.

It is as if it has looked out of the abyss into the world, and there is countless crazy darkness hidden in the scribbled outline.

"The long night is coming. ”

He heard a voice murmuring hoarse in the abyss. (To be continued......)