Mo Lan still looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, as if he didn't expect that seeing such a tragic situation, he only had cold pride in his heart?

The man's face was cold, as if he could not be affected by the tragic situation in front of him: "You don't have to look at me, if you summon me half a minute earlier, then she won't die."

If you agreed to worship me yesterday, today it will be you who will decide their life and death. So, what is causing everything to happen at this moment is nothing more than your boring self-esteem. ”

After saying that, the man waved his hand, and everyone except Luo You who had stopped time was reduced to ashes, as if it had never existed.

Mo Lan once again refreshed her three views.

Waving his hand to destroy the enemy, what kind of strength is this?

"You, who do you think you are, dare to boast about this kind of Haikou, do you know what my bloodline is, do you know what the fate I am carrying?" If this man is really a legendary pure-blood......

But how?

The man's voice sounded quickly, but it was cold and emotionless: "My name is Cangge, I am a god, I know everything, in this world, only I can save you." ”

God agreed to the contract with Cangge, but it was obvious that he would not really leave it alone, his time was very short, and there was no way to slowly cultivate anything. Therefore, even if it is persecution, Cangge wants to make Mo Lan strong as quickly as possible.

Mo Lan was stunned.

What did this man just say?

He said, he's a god?

"Hahaha, hahahaha!" Mo Lan finally laughed, and her depression turned into blood and tears.

There would be people who claimed to be gods to approach him, and Mo Lan really wanted to surrender to him just now!

The thick disdain from the bloodline swept in, even if Mo Lan was just a half-blood, even if Mo Lan was already ashamed of the entire blood world, he was also half of the blood clan!

"How can we be born in the darkness and eternal light, how can we surrender to God!"

"God protects the people. The power of God is born for protection. He didn't pay attention to Mo Lan's rebellion, and Cangge didn't really plan to resolve any racial disputes right now: "If you crave the power of protection, you should be on the same path as the gods." ”

Mo Lan's mood calmed down a bit, only to feel that the man who suddenly appeared and claimed to be a god was extremely naïve. How ridiculous is it to persuade a blood to submit to God!

"If God protects the people, if God really has mercy, why is the blood clan cursed? Why is the blood realm cursed? Hundreds of millions of blood clans can't even exist in the sun, whose sin is this?"

"Cain's killing of his brother and father to achieve the body of the blood clan is the beginning of evil, and it is not without reason that later generations will inherit his curse. ”

Almost without conscience, the merchant continued to exhort: "The protection of God is the protection of all things under heaven, and not for the benefit of a particular race. "Every race has its reason for existence and cause and effect, and the question of who is right and wrong has long been meaningless.

"Enough. Mo Lan is still willing to listen to his nonsense. "You die of this heart! I will not walk with God in any case, let alone worship you as a teacher. ”

Since Mo Lan said so, Cangge no longer talked about the big reason: "So, are you unwilling to pay the payment?"

"What do you mean?"

Cangge narrowed his eyes and said with bad intentions: "The first two times I took the initiative to look for it, and you just refused." This time, you summoned me, and the problem was solved, but you didn't intend to pay me, did you?"

Remuneration is to make him sell himself??

"What if I don't pay?" Mo Lan said angrily.

Who knows, Cangge sneered, and hooked the corners of his mouth with some evil anger: "If you don't want to pay, then, die!"

A fatal sense of crisis suddenly rises!

Cangge, who claims to be a god, did not hesitate to kill Mo Lan!

Mo Lan was powerless to react at all!

The extreme sense of crisis exploded, and the nerves in his body instantly tightened, and at this moment, Mo Lan, who was obviously immortal, felt a real death crisis!

Since childhood, Mo Lan's extremely keen perception ability became Mo Lan's last straw, and when Mo Lan's body could not be released, before his mind could react, the strength of his whole body gathered on his head and neck, and he shifted half an inch to the left.

The blue beam of light pierced Mo Lan's ears, and the red blood splattered, and Mo Lan's brain stopped spinning for a while.

It's just a little bit, it's just a little bit!!

In an instant, Mo Lan was unexpectedly reborn after the catastrophe. This man named Cangge wants his life! If he hadn't deviated from this half inch just now, he would have his head shattered and he would have died in ten lives!

"That's good!" sneered and praised, Cangge smiled, pulled out two daggers out of nowhere, clasped his hands behind his back, and struck again!

Extreme Danger!

There was no chance to speak at all, Mo Lan was extremely nervous to mobilize the ability of his whole body, and once again he could dodge half an inch, leaving a knife wound on his left rib.

Cangge's movements are outrageously fast. There was no respite, and the third assassination was in the blink of an eye. Mo Lan had to continue to rely on her instinct to perceive danger, and dodged in thrilling situations again and again.

In a short time, Mo Lan was already covered in injuries, his spirit was extremely tired, his mind was chaotic, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't dodge the next attack again.

When she was disheartened, Mo Lan finally didn't want to struggle anymore, and let Cangge attack again, but she just closed her eyes in resignation.

The expected stinging pain did not come, and feeling his powerlessness to resist, Cangge just kicked Mo Lan to the side and stepped on the ground.

Dots of dark red blood were scattered all over the ground, but Cangge's voice was still cold and mocking: "Why don't you hide? Aren't you very good at running away? Or do you like to be trampled under your feet like this? You were also stepped on like this just now, right?"

Clenching his fists with almost all his strength, Mo Lan almost clenched his teeth. Is it humiliated? humiliated! unwilling? unwilling!

But so what?

He is nothing more than a weakling, a weakling, who has no power to change at all!

Is this his fate?

The already dark surrounding scenery receded like a tide, and the bustling clubhouse hall turned into an empty wilderness. The sky was gloomy, the yellow sand was filled, and the distant Gobi roared.

Mo Lan looked at everything in front of her in shock.

On the vast battlefield, countless blood clans are fighting bloodily, and every second the blood clan falls, and the battle situation is stalemate.

On the top of the high city tower, a slender ink-colored figure stood in the wind, his eyes were like blood, his clothes were hunting and flying, he was alone, but he was threatening thousands of troops.

Mo Lan's gaze couldn't leave that lonely figure, as if something was missing in her heart, and it was difficult to fill it up. Countless blood clans fell one after another, blood soaked the barren land, and the roar of pain continued.

Mo Lan only felt extremely depressed, and empathized with the bloody despair on the battlefield.

Suddenly, Mo Lan had a bold idea, he felt that his state of mind at this time was the same as the figure on the city tower.

The man in the city tower raised his right hand, his wrist veins broke, and the ink-colored blood spread in the air, disintegrating into a blood mist in Mo Lan's widening eyes.

Black and gold nobles!

The supreme black gold nobleman of the blood world, famous for his ink and blood manipulation. Ink blood is the supreme weapon of the black and gold clan, and if it is not formed, it will be like a ribbon of mist around the body, and if it is formed, it will be sharp and unparalleled, killing all directions.

The Blood Realm Lord Mo Yuan is obviously not pure-blooded, but he still overwhelms the Nine Realms with his ink blood power, and sits firmly in the top ten of the Nine Realms' combat power rankings.

However, Mo Yuan's mastery of ink blood has never been to coagulate and transform the blood, and he has never split it.

But the person in the city tower, the ink blood flowed out, thick as ink, and the blood veins were overwhelming, but in the next moment, they decomposed into countless blood mist, and every cell was scattered.

This is the purest bloodline of the legendary ancestor Cain, who has long ceased to exist in the blood world today.

The ink blood turned into a blood mist and dissipated between the heavens and the earth, but Mo Lan in the distance was blessed with a blessed soul, and his vision was a hundred times clearer, and he saw countless dust-like traces of ink-colored blood droplets.

The raised right hand of the man in the city tower has been lowered, but the monstrous coercion is pervasive. High in the sky, countless tiny blood droplets vibrated incessantly, the air flow disturbed, the tumbling clouds gathered, the heavens and the earth changed color, and lightning flashed and thundered.

With your own strength, change the weather of a region!

On the battlefield, there are enemies who rise up in the sky and fly in. The Ancestor should have remained invisible, but the blood mist shrouded the entire airspace. Inky cells entangled the flowing air molecules, and the force of the levitation was unloaded, and a large number of enemies fell to the ground.

With your own strength, ban the emptiness of a domain!

The fight continued, the ink-colored cells infiltrated into the bodies of countless blood clans, igniting the power of the primordial bloodline in an instant, and a steady stream of power gushed out, and countless blood clans were like rainbows, fighting back!

With your own strength, strengthen the power of a clan!

This is a true pureblood!

Almost instantly, the form of the battlefield changed dramatically. Mo Lan looked at everything in front of her in a daze, the ancient memories sealed in her heart seemed to open a gap, swallowed her saliva, Mo Lan couldn't help but sigh secretly:

"I always thought that ink blood was used to attack, but I didn't think it was a support......"

The ancient battlefield turned into countless fragments and dissipated, and the long scene seemed to exist only for a moment. Mo Lan's state of mind had changed drastically, and the last voice of the man in the city tower echoed in her mind.

Although he was still lying on the ground, his clenched fists were relaxed, looking at his own blood scattered in front of him, Mo Lan's eyes were calm, and his heart trembled slightly:

"The descendants of ink blood, strengthen my blood clan. ”

A drop of blood in front of Mo Lan suddenly cracked, turning into two halves, one left and one right. At this moment, it was obviously indoors, but the wind suddenly rose, the rolling clouds gathered, the thunder roared, and Mo Lan's left pupil turned into a bloody color.

Apocalypse has come!