In the polar regions, the endless ice fields blow dry and cold winds, and ice crystals like white sand and dust whizz against the ground, cutting the ice out of the ravines. The white desert is also a forbidden area for life, and the real sand here is the other extreme constructed by the extreme cold and water.

But unlike the superficial depression, there is another kind of life here. Although humans and demons cannot tolerate the extremely harsh climate here, this immutable ice field is an ideal hiding place for the bloods who were once suppressed by the paladins to the point of extinction.

But that's a thing of the past. The ancient and majestic buildings of the Bloods are as obscured by the wind and snow as their history, and the Bloods moved out of this place thousands of years ago to settle in the desert of today.

The wind was howling, and suddenly a dark red figure pierced the sky and fell into the vastness. The flying ice chips were instantly blown away by the wind, and a circle of radiating network cracks appeared on the originally rock-solid ice, and in the middle of these cracks, a person was lying on the collapsed ice.

To be exact, the King of the Blood Clan with six wings, Amon.

Amon smiled bitterly, raised his hand and touched the hole on his chest, which was almost regenerated but still the thickness of a finger, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly waved his black wings and flashed to the side, and the twelve light guns almost grazed his back, suddenly setting off a violent wind.

"Good risk, good risk...... Almost dying. Amon said as he looked at the white wind curtain around him, and his hands involuntarily clenched. Although his vision was obstructed by the wind and snow, the other party's twelve powerful spiritual powers made him understand that he was already surrounded by the other party at this time.

Even if he has part of the memories and inheritance of his previous life, Amon is also self-aware, and he has absolutely no chance of winning in the face of twelve guys who were called divine envoys by himself in his previous life with killing intent. Although it can be stalemate for a while, it is completely meaningless. At present, the blood clan has long been far away from this dead land, and it is impossible to get anyone's help if they delay time.

His hands were slightly clenched, and the blood qi condensed like crystals was like thorns wrapped down from Amun's arms, and like a suddenly blooming flower bud, he instantly spit out two Blood Clan Treasures.

"But, can you take a few people with you?" Amon clenched the treasure in his hand, the six black wings quietly dissipated, and countless vine-like condensed blood qi continued to circle around him, condensing a layer of crystal blood-colored armor on the surface of his body, "That guy should no longer be able to create new divine envoys, otherwise it will be fatal to the balance of the world." It would be a lot easier for them if they could solve a few of them here. ”

With a sudden force under his feet, Amon swept into the storm like a ghost with a red afterimage, and the halberd in his hand was sent, suddenly bursting out with a burst of violent blood, and immediately knocked out a blue-robed man who was caught off guard behind the wind curtain.

Before he had time to stop, Amon suddenly turned around to dodge a shining light spear that shot at him, and his other hand turned back strangely, and countless vine-like blood qi was violently sprayed from the dark golden knight's spear, which was wrapped into a thick crystal shield, blocking the surprise attack of another light gun with a crisp cracking sound.

Steady footing, Amon withdrew the weapon sent out by both hands, and countless blood-colored vines sprung up overwhelmingly, and the delicate blood-colored flowers on it bloomed one after another to spray rich blood qi, and in the blink of an eye, a blood-colored enchantment with a wide span was condensed, and the wind and snow stopped in all directions, completely turning into blood with a faint fishy smell.

At this time, the ground is no longer the pale color it used to be, and the blood-colored vines that are constantly wriggling on the ice look like a strange and cold sea of blood from a distance, and in the middle of this sea of blood, Amon's body flutters around him like a black rose, and the dark red electric wire quietly blooms among the blood petals that are as thin as cicada wings, and Amon, who is dressed in red armor, looks around with a pair of obviously black but weird blood-glittering eyes, and smiles quietly but dangerously.

About fifty meters away around him, twelve blue-robed men had already completed the encirclement of him. The twelve people floated lightly in the air almost one or two meters above the ground, constantly rotating around Amon.

"In order to make up for the disadvantage of being restrained by these two treasures, do you deliberately use two powers to confuse me?" Facing the blue-robed man who suddenly changed his trajectory and staggered towards him, Amon turned sideways and took a step back, and then smiled self-deprecatingly, in this situation of being completely surrounded, wouldn't it make no difference in what kind of posture to meet the enemy?

In the midst of his reverie, the one-armed Slavoga had already rushed forward first. The taut five fingers converged slightly, and they were juxtaposed together, and the arm attached to the spiritual power had become his sharp weapon, and he leaned forward fiercely, and the entire sleeve was torn apart, turning into crumbs under the invasion of spiritual power.

Faced with the arm that stabbed like a spear, Rao is Amon did not dare to hold it up even though he had two lifetimes of experience. Although the treasure in his hand can be regarded as a melee weapon, it is not suitable for a particularly close melee fight, no matter how skillful he is, the weapon is still not as agile as the body.

Decisively putting his hands behind his back, Amon chose the strategy of hiding for the time being. The Noble Phantasm carried behind him was not stationary, but swept wide behind him with the rotation of his wrist, which also ensured the safety of the blind spots behind him.

During the chase, Shaliye had learned from Gabriel what had happened after he had passed out. She didn't even know anything about the Seven Treasures of the Bloodline, but there was no doubt that those two strange weapons were nothing extraordinary, otherwise they wouldn't have cost Slavoga an arm.

Amon dangerously dodged the blade swung by Slavoga, and instead of retreating, he stepped down and rushed into Slavoga's arms, his shoulders suddenly lifted up and slammed into his chest, and he screamed softly in his mouth, and saw Amon's shoulders burst into a shower of crystal-like blood, and the sharp blood thorns instantly penetrated Slavoga's defenses and stabbed out from behind him.

As soon as he struck a blow, he slammed back and distanced himself from the other party, and at this time, Slavoga took two steps back in disbelief, and the blood crystal in his chest burst instantly, and he trembled and looked down at his own robe dyed red with blood, feeling that what had just happened was simply a dream.

All this was naturally a "time-consuming" action for Amon, but in the eyes of the twelve, it was just a breathless time.

"Slavoga, Kirupa, Areh, Elmadi, we're going to help Slavoga too. Shaliye said as he stepped forward to help. She also didn't understand what had just happened, the two who were supposed to be entangled suddenly separated, and then Slavoga was seriously injured in this way.

Carmel hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Shaliye. To them, Shariya is like a brain, and the Lord cannot make any mistakes in any way. He naturally felt strange about the scene just now, but the more weird it was, the more she couldn't let Shaliye risk herself, even if she valued other people's lives more than herself.

The other three blue-robed men rushed towards Amon together after listening to the order, and the triangular momentum had completely locked Amun.

However, at this moment, the endless blood-colored vines on the ground wrapped Amon tightly before the attack of the three of them, as if to protect him. Although the vines disappeared quickly under the combined attack of the three of them, there were always new vines entangled, and there was no consumption at all.

In the protective layer of the vines, Amon breathed a sigh of relief in his leisure. The two treasures were casually kept in his hand, but at this time he did not have the strength to pick them up again. The wound on his chest pierced by the white light gun had completely erupted, and no matter how much he suppressed it, the warm jade-like light could never be erased, and even as time passed, this strange power became more and more stubborn.

"When the blood vessels are destroyed, it really doesn't work to use three times the speed, and it puts such a big burden on the body. Amon touched the wound on his chest as he spoke, and sighed helplessly, "It seems that other black magic can't be used, and those must be more burdensome to me." Now it seems that we still have to find a way to escape, and we must find a way to get rid of this thing. ”

In order to reduce consumption, Amon had to shrink the blood qi vines. Without the threat of the vines on the ground, the Twelve Divine Envoys finally landed on the ground.

"What to do, he's completely defensive. Gabriel looked at the squirming blood-colored rattan net in front of him, feeling helpless.

Shaliye and Kamel worked hard to heal Slavoga's wounds, which were not easy to heal, but fortunately they were not in danger of his life.

He suddenly picked up his pace. Lying on the ground with his eyes closed, Slavoga said, "The only possibility is that we don't even realize how I'm hurt." This would also explain why my wound was inflicted with the curse of the Bloodline, which required a certain chant to achieve, and even if his bloodline was ancient, it would never be done in an instant if he didn't speed it up. ”

Shaliye nodded and said softly: "Don't talk yet, we'll figure out a way here." Sorry for making you pay such a big price. ”

"It's okay, it should be. But can you hold it up? ”

Seeing through it at a glance, Shaliye fell silent, then turned his head to look at the rattan net and asked, "Is there any way for you to knock out this turtle shell?" After all, sealing it can be regarded as a kind of 'killing', right?"

"This guy is really adapting to his thoughts......" Amon in the rattan net sighed softly as he listened to the voice outside, gritted his teeth and clenched the two treasures, and at the same time, these vines began to gradually turn into blood and return to his body again, "I'm sorry, I didn't plan to go back like this." ”

The sudden sound startled Shaliye, and before she could react, the scene in front of her had changed, as if the whole world had tilted. But the cold touch on her cheeks and the sharp pain that followed from her abdomen made her understand that she had been attacked and fell to the ground at the very moment just now.

Speeding up the movement of his body, Amon rushed out of the encirclement of twelve people in an instant, but before he could escape far, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood in his chest, and the white spiritual power like warm jade slowly squirmed in this blood, which looked quite weird.

"Has it eroded into the bloodstream...... Damn the old monster, the injury broke out at this time!" The body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and the treasure in Amon's hand instantly turned into nothingness. Listening to the sound of the messengers coming behind him, Amon turned over hard, and before he could raise his hand, a light gun pierced his arm and nailed it to the ice.

"This thing...... Far worse than your master's. Amon said as he forcibly broke free of his arm, but the wound in his chest recurred when he was about to perform the dark magic, and the warm jade-like spiritual power filled his body through the flow of blood, which made him unable to control his body at all.

Even if the immobile King of the Blood Clan is very powerful, he can't exert any strength at all.

It's ironic that I've been waiting in the seal for so long as a reincarnation, and in the end it's this way of dying. Maybe that's fate, right?

However, just when Amon had already given up, a bright light suddenly flashed in front of him, and the short red dress that suddenly appeared in front of him looked quite abrupt in the cold polar region.

Involuntarily looked up, the owner of this dress also happened to turn his head to look at Amon, but he never thought that this angle was just a little disdainful, and before he could look away, the delicate and immature voice came into Amon's ears: "What are you looking up at! I'm here to help you, it's really bad!"

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