On the Elemental Continent, the most powerful and noble profession is the Elemental Master who can communicate with the Elementals. On the Elemental Continent, the two most powerful races are the Emperor Race and the Dragon Race, in the eyes of outsiders, the Emperor Race is their patron saint, and it is a great race except for the Dragon Guardian Dao.

The Emperor is a race that makes good use of the elements of time and space, and the Dragons are known for their thunder and fire elements. The three major races of the dragon clan second only to the true dragon clan are: the giant dragon clan, the demon dragon clan, and the demon dragon clan. The other dragons are more like vassals of the three clans.

Since the fall of the patriarch of the dragon clan, because of the extinction of the true dragon clan, there has been constant infighting between the nine sons of the dragon, and in the end, only gluttony and jairy remain......

"I'm sorry," a middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume stood outside a simple thatched hut in a remote corner of a remote town, and asked respectfully, "Killer 'Mo' is here?" The voice fell, and after a long time, a vicissitudes of life and indifferent voice came from inside the hut. It was just two words, and no sound came from the house.

When the man in the fancy dress heard that he let him in, he became even more humble, and hurried into the hut.

The room was empty, except for a wooden bed and two stone benches, and the only thing that was left was the mysterious boy who had just replied, Murmare, who wore a red and white fox mask on his face, and could only see the boy's white eyes and long blue hair. "Who do you want me to kill? Without further ado, Fifteen-year-old Murmur went straight to the point. But the middle-aged man didn't get angry because of his attitude, you know, the middle-aged man is an A-level elemental master!" "Gu Qian, an A2-level elemental master, makes good use of the flame element. Three days later, he will lead a small army of the Dragon Clan to fight the Emperor in the border area between the Emperor and the Rock Clan, the Twilight Heaven, and this is your reward. ”

The middle-aged man obviously knew a lot about the Ink Nightmare, and as he spoke, he opened up the elemental space that belonged to him, and a dark green bracer slowly floated out of it. Mo Wei didn't look too much, casually introduced the bracer into his elemental space, and said without the slightest emotion: "In three days, he will die." With that, he turned into a purple bolt of lightning and disappeared here. No one saw it, and after the Nightmare left, the middle-aged man showed a sinister smile.

............

Three days later, it was twilight.

The air here exudes an unsettling heat, the surrounding elements are restless, the sky is covered by dark clouds, the earth is yellow, and there is a feeling that mountain rain is coming, as if a bloodthirsty feast is brewing.

"Woo-kill!" "Kill these lowly races!" Suddenly, a crazy roar resounded through the sky, followed by a mountain-like dragon, and the demon dragon rushed madly towards the place where the imperial army gathered. Those blue-haired and blue-eyed Imperial warriors also rushed towards the mad dragon clan, even if there were not many elemental masters among them, they could not affect the bloodiness of this killing feast in the slightest.

"Roar!hahaha, kill all these hateful reptiles!Tear them apart!" As the feast reached its fever pitch, a rebellious voice caught the attention of heaven and earth. Even those warriors who were fighting the enemy looked at the powerhouse of the dragon clan in the center of the dragon clan, Gu Qian.

The laughter continued, a blazing purple lightning pierced the void, and came to Gu Qian's body, the s+2 level aura filled this heaven and earth, the thunder and lightning were entwined in the slender hand of the ink night, and the big hand grabbed the ancient spirit of the sky, and as soon as the hand was halfway out, the white pupils of the ink night shrank suddenly, and he wanted to retract his hand. "Gu Qian" grinned, and the surging elements in his body erupted in an instant, revealing all the SS-level elements! One hand grabbed the wrist of the Ink Nightmare, and the other hand turned into a fist and clawed, grabbing the heart of the Ink Nightmare's chest!

"Who the hell are you?" Things happened so quickly that Ink Nightmare didn't react much, and between the lightning and flint, Ink Nightmare was already dying, his eyes fixed on the so-called "Gu Qian". "Gu Qian" grinned, "Dead people don't need to know much. ”

After the death of the Ink Nightmare, the "Gu Qian" disappeared unconsciously, leaving only the bones of the dragon clan and the emperor clan.

Time, as if it had stopped flowing. Little by little, the dark soul of the ink mares flew out of the center of the eyebrows. "Is this what death smells like?" Ink Smirked at herself as she looked at her corpse quietly. Since he was born, he didn't know who he was, only that he was a hybrid of the emperor and the human race.

Ink Nightmare is born with a very high affinity for the thunder and lightning element, and breaks through himself step by step from mortals, D-level, C-level, B-level...... The shackles of rank seem to have ceased to exist in his body, and in only fifteen years, he has reached the S level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve in their lifetime, and his perverted talent is staggering. However, in his short life, he had no friends, just a killer who killed for profit. He is unwilling, he is sad and angry, he still doesn't know who he is, and he still has many, many things to end.

Gradually, the Nightmare calmed down her irritable mood, as if she had seen through life and death. He was indifferent, he smiled helplessly, his mood and soul seemed to have been sublimated at this moment. But what's the use of that?

The first time Murre's attempt to escape with his soul**, he clearly saw himself, his own appearance, his own structure, and even... Own blood!

The moment he saw his bloodline, he felt that the suffocation that bound his soul had disappeared, and his soul was approaching his body, looking at his broken heart, unspeakably desolate and miserable.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Murray remembered the real reason why he had lost his soul - blood. Ordinary people have only one color of bloodline, which means that there is only one pure bloodline, because it is difficult to fuse different bloodlines together, and even if they are fused, they often can only retain one bloodline element.

But what surprised Ink Wei so much at this time was that he actually had four bloodlines!

"Blue is the Imperial bloodline, red is the Terran bloodline, and what is the rest of the gold and black?" said Mo Wei in confusion, and then reached out to touch the golden blood. "Whoosh!" a soul message rang out in the Sea of Nightmare Souls. "Really...... True Dragon Imperial Bloodline?" Mo Wei said in surprise, and immediately shook his head, not thinking about it for the time being, and reached out to touch the black blood again.

"The Nightmare Clan, the strongest race in the universe, presides over death and darkness, and their strength is envied by the heavens, also known as the Heavenly Fear Clan. The Nightmare Clan, seeing through life and death, does not enter reincarnation, and it is difficult to die even if the body is lonely......" A large amount of information about the Nightmare Clan came to Murmare, and Murree passively accepted all this.

Before you know it, Murmare's soul returns, but her control over the elements is declining, A-class, B-class... Grade D. All this ink nightmare is unaware.