"Blood!!Blood!!"

The hurried call made Xuanyuan's eyes light up.

It's really coming!

I saw that the blood cold and cold rushed over at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and when he arrived at the refining workshop, he didn't look at Xuanyuan at all, so he swept around:

"Simon's blood?"

"Huh?" Xuanyuan hadn't come back to his senses yet, and he couldn't figure out how Ye Feng could calculate this.

"Ahh

"Oh, he's been taken away with blood!"

"What? Who took him away?" the cold voice of the blood was obviously cold, mixed with the raging fire.

"The elder of the Blood Clan, Kita Minghong. ”

"He, what did that kid do with the blood?"

"Uh...... The blood is cold, what are you doing in such a hurry to find blood?"

"What are you doing?" Blood Lenghan's face changed, and he was unprecedentedly frustrated: "Alas, this matter is hard to explain, in short, I was disobedient, so that the soul was broken again......"

"What? It's broken again?" Lao Duan's mind suddenly flashed the formation that Ye Feng had laid out in the soul release sword body that day.

All this, could it be that kid......

"Stop talking nonsense, what the hell was the blood taken away?"

"It's said that it's a blood drinking ceremony, but I always feel that the leader of Bei Minghong doesn't have any good intentions, I'm afraid it's going to be bad for the blood!"

Rumble.

Blood Cold and cold slapped a forging platform next to him.

"Whoever dares to touch my floating blood, General Ben will destroy his entire clan!!"

The next moment.

The blood cold cold had disappeared into the darkness, leaving Xuanyuan Xuan, looking into the distance with a sigh.

If all this was arranged by Simon's blood, that kid would simply be a devil who plays with people's hearts.

Now he understood why he sneered when he walked away.

What kind of Bei Minghong, you'd better not do anything too much, otherwise with the current attitude of blood coldness, hehe, it will really be a big death.

......

When Ye Feng came to the village where the blood clan lived, it was much more lively than the last time he came.

Many people of the blood clan gathered around the entrance of the village, as if they were waiting for Ye Feng to arrive.

When he appeared with the chains led, the crowd immediately erupted:

"It's coming, it's coming! Simon's blood is coming. ”

"Tut-tut, this little scourge is finally back!"

"Alas, he is back, but it's a pity that Elder Simon is really suffering these days. But that's fine, I'm finally free!"

Discussions poured into Ye Feng's ears, although he had no feelings for that Ximen Qing, but everything was caused by him after all, although this did not change the fate of the other party's life and death, but with Bai Xin's suffering, his face had become gloomy a little bit.

"Hey, hey. ”

Nangong put it next to him and smiled: "Ximen is bleeding, what's wrong? His face is so ugly? Are you unhappy to think that you will have to suck your father dry? Hahaha, it doesn't matter, there will always be a first time for this kind of thing, maybe, next time you will have to suck your mother and your sister, hahaha!!"

Rampant laughter echoed throughout the village, people got out of the way, and the crowd of thousands of people extended all the way to the gate of Ximenqing's small courtyard in the village, and everyone watched Ye Feng walk to the door.

"Open the door. ”

Bei Minghong, his voice was also smiling, and with an order, the door was opened from the inside, and suddenly there was a strong smell of blood.

The situation in the courtyard made Ye Feng's brows furrow.

Ximen Qing was now on a high cross, his hands were tied flat, his feet hung down in the air, and his forehead was entangled with a rattan full of thorns, tied to the pillar behind him, so that his head could not hang down weakly, but the spikes still pierced his scalp and shed a bright red face.

What's even more outrageous is that his hands, wrists, feet and ankles have been cut by sharp blades, and there are four red vines wrapped around them, which are gurgling and sucking the blood in his body, gathering into a half-meter square pool of blood in front of him.

When Ye Feng arrived, the essence blood of Ximen Qing's whole body had almost been drawn, and his already thin body was even more like a dry corpse, without any blood, even when Ye Feng entered the door, Ximen Qing didn't have the strength to open his eyes, just gasped for his last breath, waiting for death to come.

Ye Feng stood silently in place and did not look up.

An indescribable gloomy aura condensed around him, inexplicably making the air around him a little colder.

Those Blood Clan people who were originally pointing at the back all quietly shut up, as if they felt the chill emanating from Ye Feng, and they didn't dare to squeak.

But Nangong Fang pulled the chain fiercely:

"What's the matter?

Ye Feng's body staggered, he was dragged a few steps forward, and almost knelt in front of Ximen Qing.

"Come on, Ximen is bleeding!" Nangong looked at the people on the ground with a smile: "In front of you is your father's blood, drink this pool, you can be regarded as a member of our new blood clan!"

"Hehe, yes!" Bei Minghong walked over with his hands behind his back: "Floating blood, I heard that you are an immortal genius of my blood clan, and Elder Ximen took a fancy to you before he took you to see the Great Elder, and the result was ...... Hmph, do you know how much effort Elder Ben has put into winning this highest-level Blood Drinking Ritual for you, and these four [Blood Drinking Vines] alone will waste the Boss's strength!"

Goo-doo.

As if in response to Bei Minghong's words, the four terrifying demon vines suddenly sped up the speed of sucking, and I don't know how much pain was contained in them, which actually made Ximen Qingsheng, who had already entered a dying state, wake up in pain and see everything that happened below.

Belch~~

Ximen Qing's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Ye Feng, his eyes were full of endless pain, sadness and despair.

He seemed to be saying—

Look at it! This is the result you want!!

That's the price you're going to pay to join the New Bloodline!!

That kind of look, no son can bear it, Ye Feng's heart was full of apologies, but at the same time, he was also silently telling Ximen Qing......

I'm sorry, Simon Senpai.

All the pain you have suffered today, soon, I will help you get it back with interest!!

"Yo! wake up!" Bei Minghong saw Ximen Qing wake up, and smiled even more happily: "Elder Ximen is worthy of being the strongest person under the Immortal Venerable back then, and he can still stay awake after being sucked by the blood of the Immortal Venerable for five days, and he admires and admires it, but this is good, it is also a great joy in life to be able to watch his son drink his own blood with his own eyes, hahaha!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became: "Simon is bleeding!!What are you waiting for!!The hour has come, start your blood drinking ceremony quickly!!"

Ye Feng didn't move.

"What?" Bei Minghong narrowed his eyes: "Ximen is bleeding, could it be that you regret it!, hehe, you must know that if you regret it at this time, not only will your father die, but you will also be thrown into the pool of blood and tortured for thousands of years...... Hehe, in fact, to be honest, I really hope you regret it!"

Ye Feng still didn't move.

"Enough!!" Bei Minghong strode to Ye Feng's side, pressed his neck, and pressed his head to the blood pool in front of him:

"Simon is bleeding!!Today it's useless for you to regret it, I just want to see you drink your father's blood with my own eyes, give it to me, drink!!"

Click.

He slammed his strength and wanted to press Ye Feng down, but he didn't expect Ye Feng to hold on to the strength of his hand, and the bones in his neck made an unyielding crisp sound.

"Stinky boy!!And a bit of brute strength, you give me - drink!!"

Drink!!

Next to him, Nangong Fang and a group of new blood clan guards shouted together, angry and angry.

But Ye Feng was still holding on.

He held on to the edge of the pool of blood with both hands, and supported his body hard, his swollen green tendons bursting, unwilling to touch the crimson liquid in front of him.

"Little bastard!!"

Bei Minghong's face became more and more hideous: "I don't believe it, you are locked by the Sealed Heaven Lock, how much strength can you have, you give me a drink!!"

With all his strength, he pressed Ye Feng's face close to the pool of blood again and again, but he was all held up by Ye Feng at the last moment.

The two were in such a stalemate, until, suddenly, a faint moan came from overhead:

"Drink...... Drink ......"

Kindness?

Everyone looked up, only to see that two lines of shallow tears flowed from Ximenqing's face at some point, and the blood-colored mud on his face washed out of the two ravines.

He looked at his son with a smile.

Looking at the stubborn young man who resisted and didn't want to open his mouth, it seemed that he understood something at this moment.

"Drink...... Drink it......"

The man who once stood up to the sky could only say the last word at this moment, so that Ye Feng would not accept some humiliation and pain.

This is the last thing a father can do.

This scene made many people around him teary-eyed.

Dongfang Xun Yu, who had been hiding in the crowd and didn't dare to speak, finally couldn't help but yell: "Floating blood, you can drink it!! Let your uncle be relieved early, drink it!!"

Drink it~~

Drink!!

One after another, one after another, one after another, dissuasion.

Every inch of anger, every inch of madness.

Ye Feng, his hands were almost unconscious, and the palms of Bei Minghong on his neck were about to break him.

But he still gritted his teeth, watched his face inch by inch close to the bright red pool, and finally let out a low roar:

"I!no!drink!!"

"Hahaha!" Bei Minghong laughed like a demon: "Don't you drink?, tell you, little bastard, no one can save you even if the king of heaven comes today, not only do you have to drink your father's blood, but you will also be trampled under my feet forever, and you will never turn over!!!haha...... Ah~~~"

Laughter, inexplicably interrupted.

Then, before anyone could see what was going on, Kita-Akihiro flew to the side, shattering more than a dozen low walls in a row, and tumbling to the ground in embarrassment.

What's the situation?

When everyone came back to their senses, they saw a terrifying demon god wearing blood-colored armor standing in the middle of the field with a cold breath, a pair of ruthless bloody eyes scanning the audience, and finally landed on Ye Feng.

The blood was cold, and he asked lightly: "You, are you okay?"