Fortunately, the old man of the blood clan is very tenacious, and he can still hold on after breathing, "Tonight is our Blood Clan's Shao En Festival, but unfortunately I still can't wait for the guide of the Blood God, this is the eighth time I have missed him." It's because we're not religious, and we're too slow to move and delay. But we are too old, no new people have been born for hundreds of years, and these blood trees are too tall, and we have done our best. ”

"Don't worry, old man, I'll help you next time. "Amos is very respectful of the old and loves the young, and he forgot to let the Holy Light Judgment chase after him like a lost dog.

"We may not be able to wait for the next blood moon. Old man Miles looked at the crescent moon in the sky with affection, remembering the happy life of the past, and after a while he came to his senses, and continued to shake his head and said, "Old man, I almost missed again. Elder Corion is trying to hold off the Light Judgment, and we are running out of time. This is the Month of the Holy Relic of the Bloodline, and you can put it in the Book of Night, hoping that there will still be some Bloodline sigil left in the world. ”

"But I haven't seen the Book of the Night. Amos wondered.

"When you bumped into Elder Corion's Blood Tree, his wise soul felt it. The Book of Night is in your head, otherwise you wouldn't have remembered the prophecy of the Sword in the Stone. Old man Miles said.

"Why didn't I know?" said Amos, taking the crooked golden scythe, puzzled.

"That's what I came for. Use blood as a guide to open the Book of Night. Old Man Miles took a moment to catch his breath and began to chant a long incantation. The incantation was so long and awkward that the old man's face was flushed, and his gray hair was soaked in blood.

Amos also breathed a sigh of relief, really worried that he would suffocate to death.

When he finally finished reciting the incantation, Old Man Miles turned even redder, and his body swelled up like a huge blood cell, slowly floating. Amos watched worriedly, and the blood ball flew above his head, then shrank suddenly, instantly turning into a drop of essence blood and falling into his head.

"Elder Miles?" Amos looked around blankly, the Blood Emissary was gone. And with an itch on the top of his head, a thin wooden stick arched out, and it was a small black stick that had been lost for many years!

The little stick showed its head, greedily sucked the essence of the blood envoy, and then disappeared into its head again.

At this time, a huge change suddenly took place in Amos's mental space. The walls of the soul that were once black suddenly turned blood red, and then a strange text slowly emerged, "Book of Night!"

Amos was completely stunned, unaware that the Book of the Night was an inconspicuous little black stick. This little black stick with grandma's feelings has been inserted in his head, and it has also opened up a strange spiritual space.

It's no wonder that the elites of the Celestial Flower Academy don't have a spiritual realm, and it's no wonder that Jihanna also said that the druids only have a pure heart of nature. It turned out to be a little black stick that opened up a new world in his heart.

This wonderful mental space is only the beginning of the little black stick, and there is an infinite length to explore later. After all, it records the history of the entire Nagisa Moon Continent, and the time span is more than 10,000,000 years.

Old man Miles sent the Blood Clan's Most Treasure and Holy Moon, and used his own life as a guide to open the Night Clan's Book of Darkness for Amos. This selfless old man also opened Pandora's box for the God of Light.

Suddenly, Amos, who was standing in the forest, noticed a sudden light around him. Looking up, a huge cross appeared in the sky.

This cross-light frame is brighter than the crescent moon. This is the ultimate ultimate move of the Holy Light Judgment, the Cross Judgment, and the bright Holy Sword has a cross light, covering a large area around it, clearing all heretics within its range.

Guided by his devout faith, Lanrol used the power of light to summon the judgment of the god of light.

With this divine trick, no heretic could escape, except for Amos, who opened the Book of Night.

In the mind space of Amos, a huge cross was immediately simulated. And the Book of the Night is the most unexpected loophole when it first reveals its hideousness, reaching the very center of the cross-light frame.

Just as the light is dark, the light is bright, but there is a little darkness. It was this darkness that left the NightFolk a chance to escape. But no one has ever dared to try this dangerous position. In front of the light of the Holy Judgment Cross, all the heretics fled in horror, and who would know that the strongest one was consumed internally.

Filled with respect for the Bloodline, Amos leapt into the cross of light. At the time of the Judgment of Heresy on the Giant Cross, take refuge in the singularity where you can escape for your life.

After six years of searching to find the Blood Clan's heresy, the Holy Light Judge Lanrol did his best to harness the massive cross and slowly descended to the blood-colored forest. This huge frame of light, beyond his holy law cultivation, is indeed powerless to use an excessive amount of light divine power. But he knew in his heart that only in this way could he completely clean up the troubles, completely clear the blood trees that had grown in the Far West, and wipe out the remnants of the blood clan hidden in them in one fell swoop.

When the cross finally landed, the shield of the Blood's circle burst like a soap bubble, and the power of God was unmatched. The vast Blood Tree Forest flew away in an instant like smoke, and the old man of the Blood Clan in white robes was desperately tossing and turning on the Blood Tree. But due to the light, puffs of green smoke rose from their bodies, and in the sacred light of the cross, all the blood people screamed in pain, and all of them dissipated like smoke.

The bloodline, which has a long tradition, has been extinct forever under the judgment of the God of Light.

Amos, who was hiding in the singularity, watched in a daze as the light and shadow around him changed, the blood-colored forest vanished, and the land quickly returned to its original appearance. It's still a barren desert, and there is still no grass growing on the undulating sand dunes.

The huge Holy Judgment of the Cross is also gradually dissipating. Amos immediately fled, narrowly jumped into a spatial vortex, and then teleported away to dodge. Lan Luoer, who had just performed the ultimate holy art, had no strength to chase after him, so he could only watch this fish fall into the net and fall into the darkness again.

Fortunately, his mission was finally completed, and after six years of tracking and waiting, he finally annihilated the blood clan in one fell swoop and cleaned up the troubles in the Far West, which can be regarded as a complete merit. As for the little dark people, there are latecomers to solve them.

Lan Luoer's body has the impulse of holy light, and his recovery speed is doubled. After the holy power was restored, he swung his big sword, and a holy light lit up to guide him, and then people quickly passed on it, and where the holy light could reach, people could reach it. After several successive guidance of the Holy Light, he flew back to the Far North Temple at great speed.

Escaping into the darkness, Amos, like a groundhog, dug a deep hole in the desert. Then jump into the quicksand and sink deep into the dunes. From now on, there is no trace in the world, and you can rest assured that you can cultivate the power of nature, practice druid spells, and carefully read the Book of Night.

Whether it's the divine insight of the Paladins of Light or the spiritual guidance of the Holy High Priest, they have all been to the Far West, but they can't find Amos in the desert. The Bloodline's stealth technique is very subtle, and Lan Luoer has been looking for six years without finding it, and no one else has been able to find it.

Elder Miles awakened the Book of Night with a drop of blood, and left the knowledge of the Bloodline in the Book of Night. After a brief rummag, Amos found that the various secrets of the blood clan, the strange spatial vortex of the extreme western desert, were the escape back door created by the blood clan.

And their stealth skills are even more subtle, and the spiritual flesh is completely scattered in the yellow sand. Every grain of sand is their spiritual seed, and if you plant sand, you can grow a bloody tree. Amos didn't worry about being discovered at all, and with such a vast hiding place, the Pope might not be able to do it when he came.

But there was one who walked. Without the Pope's mystical powers, without the secret art of the Bloodline, he can be found in the same way, and it is the emaciated Julia!