"God, you're back. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

In the neat, solemn and magnificent Tianshui Law Temple, Lan Yan's eyes widened and he looked at the ragged half-old man in front of him in surprise.

The man's hair was scattered, and the black hair had turned silvery-white, not the natural snow-white, but another tired, lifeless color.

His robes were burned into rags and hung on his body, and his close-fitting suit was solidified with mud. He raised his head, his originally thin face was even sharper, and his cold and chilling eyes had a little more tiredness, but after the tiredness was a deeper killing intent, which usually does not manifest itself, but at this moment, he hid in the depths of this person's eyes, as long as you simply dig with your gaze, you can see the surging hell in his heart.

This embarrassed half-old man was Lian Lu, the god of blood worship, and he didn't even look at Lan Yan before he stepped into the temple of the god of law.

Lan Yan hurriedly glanced at the envoys around him and quickly followed. When Lian Lu came to the Dharma God Room, the envoy had already followed in with a clean Dharma God robe.

"Stand down. Lan Yan took the robe and said to the waiter.

The waiter hurriedly bowed his head and left, and Lan Yan put the clothes on the hanger on the side of the god of law, and was silent.

"Do you want to know why I became like this?" Lian Lu suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Lan Yan, the cold feeling made Lan Yan shudder.

"Don't dare ask. Lan Yan replied.

"That's good. So what are you going to say with me?"

"God...... Ning Fang has already captured the City of Worshipping Blood......"

Hearing Lan Yan's words, Lian Lu's expression did not change in the slightest, he looked at Lan Yan, his eyes were empty, and he didn't seem to care about anything.

"His army defected after I left?" asked Lian Lu coldly.

"No...... God, all the mage armies of the Hack Nation are still in our possession. Lan Yan said this, but her expression was not relaxed at all.

"Then he attacked my hometown by himself?"

"In fact...... He also has seven Dharma Gods under his ......"

Lian Lu cocked the corners of his mouth, his eyes pinched Lan Yan like the sharp claws of the eagle, and he spoke slowly, with a little impatience in his tone: "You take me for a fool?"

Lan Yan was startled, and hurriedly took out a piece of parchment from the long sleeves of the robe and handed it to Lian Lu, who glanced coldly at his henchman Fa Sheng, took the parchment, and pulled it away vigorously, on which was Ning Fang's familiar handwriting:

Lianlu:

You like power, you like territory, you like the army, so take it all.

But I know what you want most.

Now I've taken it away.

If you want to take it back, worship the Colosseum from the gods of the Blood City.

By the way, all your experimental results are in my hands.

-- The general of the defeated army, Ning Fang, respected

Lian Lu suddenly shot up, and his messy white hair exploded. The table made of pure gold was smashed into the ground in an instant, and the huge stone pillars in the four corners of the room cracked, and the roof "clicked" and collapsed.

Lan Yan had never seen Lian Lu so angry, he stood in place in horror and was at a loss, the luxurious chandelier on the ceiling fell and shattered at his feet, colorful.

"God ......"

"You said that Ning Fang had seven Dharma Gods under his command? In the past hundred years, there have only been ten Dharma Gods in the Hak Kingdom, do you want to tell me that the previous Dharma Gods have all returned, and the dead have also crawled out of the grave?" Lian Lu suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice.

"It's information from Blood City. The subordinates of the former Night Ritual Envoy escaped from Ning Fang's control, and the information was transmitted by carrier pigeons. Lan Yan hurriedly said.

"A subordinate of the former Night Sacrifice Envoy?"

"The signature is Huang Shi, and he also said that Ziyan has been imprisoned by Ning Fang. ”

"Seven Dharma Gods. Lian Lu sneered, stood up and pushed the door away.

"God, where are you going?" Lan Yan hurriedly chased after him.

Lian Lu didn't care about the Dharma Saint behind him, he urged the magic, and he arrived at the outer city of Tianshui in a few moves. He jumped on the back of a white dragon and prepared to leave.

Lan Yan tried his best to chase after him, and when he saw that the God of Blood Worship had jumped on the back of the dragon, he hurriedly shouted: "I will immediately reorganize the army and accompany the God of Law to attack and worship blood!"

"If anyone dares to follow me, I'll kill you. After Lian Lu left this sentence to Lan Yan, he rose into the air and went straight to the Blood Worship City.

At this moment, Lian Lu can't say what kind of state it is, if the disappearance of the moon crown is a blow to him, then Ning Fang has taken control of Baixue City, which is almost the destruction of him.

Ning Fang's judgment was right, power, territory, and army are not the most important things, for Lian Lu, the most important thing is in Worship Blood City.

The root cause of all this is for the legendary Sword of Alex, Ma Mo and he have been researching for more than 20 years, if the results of the experiment fall into the hands of Ning Fang, even Lu's incomprehensible efforts in the past few decades will be wiped out.

Lian Lu didn't go back with the army, because he knew that Ning Fang was not afraid of how many people he had, if Ma Mo died, all the experimental results would be burned, and millions of soldiers and horses would not be enough to realize Lian Lu's dream. At this moment, Lian Lu can only go to worship blood alone, and once again meet his brother, all personal grievances, it seems that two people need to solve them in the most primitive way.

Lian Lu rode on the back of a dragon and advanced through the infinite canopy. Overhead are white clouds, behind the clouds is a pale blue sky, and behind the sky is bright red daylight. Lian Lu suddenly felt lonely. At this moment, he was also nothing.

He was willing to abandon everything just to achieve his dream. The dream was ethereal, everyone questioned him, and even he didn't know what it meant to make it happen. But he is such a persistent pursuit, maybe he is such a monster, a patient with psychological problems, who simply grabs one thing and never lets go, until finally, when he loses this thing, he looks around and finds that he has nothing.

No! We must not lose to Ning Fang!

Lian Lu suddenly calmed down, and his confused eyes froze again. He had never lost, and he was also the closest person in the world to the Sword of Alex, and he had to rely on his wisdom and strength to regain the disadvantage again, even if Ning Fang really had seven Dharma Gods under his command.

The lover died, and the daughter died. They were all victims for their dreams, and Lian Lu would never allow himself to fail. Thinking of this, Lian Lu straightened his chest, brushed his messy white hair with his fingers, and his cold eyes calmed down again.

"Empty Forest, Xinyue, Moon Crown, Ancestor, Salem, Ning Fang. I will carry your lives on, and there will be no war at the end of the world. ”

Lian Lu's voice was flat, as if talking to himself, but the dragon beneath him hissed in a low voice, as if mocking mercilessly.

Lian Lu didn't kill this beast, because he still needed this thing to fly to Worship Blood City with him.

The sun is bright red in the distance.