A thick black mist spread from the coffin.

The moon and stars in the sky were obscured.

The night gets darker.

There are several young people who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and they are taking pictures of the black coffin in the sky.

The black fog was spreading in all directions.

Wang Xu took Jiang Ruoyi's hand with a solemn face.

As far as the eye can see, the visibility around is getting lower and lower.

The blood that flowed out of the thin slit of the coffin lid flowed on the coffin, and there was no tendency to drip down.

"Xiao Xu, Ruoyi, are you all right?"

Jiang Hongyuan walked down from the upper floor, he frowned and looked at the night sky outside.

Wang Xu asked, "Uncle Jiang, do you know what's going on with that coffin in the sky?" ”

Jiang Hongyuan shook his head silently.

Jiang Ruoyi, who was held by Wang Xu, felt the temperature from Wang Xu's palm, and she bit her lip lightly.

"Look, the coffin lid is open."

A teenager said in horror.

From the slowly opening lid of the coffin stretched out a miserable white palm.

Drops of blood, rolling in the palm of your hand.

All of a sudden.

A drop of blood fell from the pale palm.

"Boom".

Blood droplets fall to the ground.

The road collapsed.

A huge pit with a diameter of ten meters appeared in everyone's sight.

Luckily, there was no one on the road.

A drop of blood to cause such destruction?

How much does that drop of blood have to weigh?

Beads of sweat appeared on Wang Xu's forehead, he glanced at Jiang Ruoyi beside him, and then said to Jiang Hongyuan: "Uncle Jiang, are we going to sit still?" ”

The hotel is the center, and it is surrounded by thick fog.

It's like it's cut off from the outside.

The young people who were taking pictures finally knew that they were scared, and they ran into the hotel with frightened faces.

"The movement here will soon attract the attention of the powerful in the city."

"I'm just afraid that the contents of the coffin are too terrifying."

"This will bring ruin to Jianghai City."

Jiang Hongyuan's voice was low.

The lid of the black coffin continued to be opened.

Another palm protrudes from the other side of the coffin.

A dark figure stood up from the coffin, and he looked down like a god looking down at all beings.

Wang Xu: They couldn't see the face of the black shadow clearly.

But a kind of depression has grown in their hearts.

The black phantom stairs stretched from the coffin position in the sky all the way to the entrance of the hotel.

The Shadow Man stepped up the stairs and walked down step by step.

Every step he takes.

The people on the ground felt the oppression increase.

Jiang Ruoyi grabbed Wang Xu's palm tightly, and there was sweat in the palms of both of them.

It was so quiet that only the sound of the heart beating.

The Shadow Man got closer and closer.

Wang Xu: They can see the appearance of the black shadow man clearly.

Wearing an ancient set of black armor, he wears a golden beast mask on his face.

The eyes under the mask are like an abyss.

The Black Shadow Man was like a messenger from hell, and his skin was covered in rolling drops of blood.

Wang Xu and the others were afraid that another drop of blood would fall, so they held their breath nervously.

"Dare to ask the seniors why they came here?" Wang Xu let go of Jiang Ruoyi's palm, and he stepped out with his steps, facing the black shadow man.

Jiang Ruoyi hurriedly followed.

Jiang Hongyuan also stepped forward and stood side by side with Wang Xu.

There were still ten stairs left, and the Shadow Man could step on the ground.

The people in the hotel thought that Wang Xu was crazy.

In the face of such an unknown horror figure, there is a high probability that you will die on the spot.

The black shadow man looked down at Wang Xu, and there was a blood-colored light in his abyss-like eyes: "I am a nameless blood refiner, and I am here to find someone." ”

Blood refiner?

What is it?

Wang Xu had never heard of a blood refiner, and he glanced at Jiang Hongyuan beside him suspiciously.

"Coo".

Jiang Hongyuan swallowed his saliva, as an archaeologist, he knew a lot more about some ancient mysteries than Wang Xu.

"The Blood Refiner is a kind of cultivator in the primeval cultivation era."

"There's no way to get started with blood refining now."

Jiang Hongyuan's voice trembled slightly.

In the most brilliant primeval cultivation era, there were many paths to cultivation.

It can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming, and it is not at all comparable now.

Wang Xu's body tensed, communicating with the withered grass spirit diagram in the dantian.

Judging by Uncle Jiang's words, the person in front of him does not belong to this era?

The nameless blood refiner laughed, "Don't doubt it. ”

"Don't the people of your time call us immortals?"

Hear that.

Wang Xu's heart tightened.

Now that the Immortal Species has awakened from its slumber?

What is the immortal seed in front of you doing here? Is it really just about looking for someone?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Wang Xu's mind.

The Nameless Blood Refiner continued to walk down.

Jiang Ruoyi once learned about the immortal seed from his father.

Is this nameless blood refiner a person who lived more than two billion years ago?

The people behind Wang Xu and them were constantly retreating.

The moment the Nameless Blood Refiner's feet stomped on the ground.

A dark force spreads.

Everyone froze in place, unconscious, and in endless chaos.

The nameless blood refiner swept over everyone, and his gaze stayed on Wang Xu again: "It's you." ”

He waved his arm at Wang Xu.

Wang Xu woke up from the chaos, he looked at Jiang Hongyuan and Jiang Ruoyi, who were stiff on the side, trying to keep himself calm, he stared at the nameless blood refiner and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

The Nameless Blood Refiner chuckled, "I'm here for you. ”

He took off his golden beast mask.

Without waiting for Wang Xu to see his face clearly, he pressed the golden mask on Wang Xu's face.

This moment.

Wang Xu only felt a sharp pain erupt from his brain.

The vitality in his body was rapidly being drained by the golden beast mask, and endless pain tortured his every nerve.

Wang Xu was so painful that he supported his hands on the door of the hotel.

"Why are you dealing with me?" Wang Xu's eyes couldn't be opened, and traces of blood spilled from the corners of his eyes.

The Nameless Blood Refiner said lightly, "I'm a person who has come to give you a gift!" ”

"Accept this gift well!"

The golden beast mask had golden glows on it.

More and more vitality was being sucked away from Wang Xu's body, and he felt that death was constantly approaching.

Drained of life by a mask and dying?

Wang Xu didn't want to die so aggrieved.

He had to face death and fight to the end.

After taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling it, Wang Xu sat cross-legged on the ground.

The night breeze ruffled his clothes.

He communicates with the Withered Grass Spirit Diagram and gets in touch with the Soul Liquid.

Even if his resistance is insignificant, he will fight the elephant and exhaust the last of his strength before giving up.

Soon.

Blood was also pouring from Wang Xu's nose, ears and mouth.

The pain in his brain was about to make him lose the ability to think.

The power of the Withered Grass Spirit Diagram and the Soul Liquid could not stop the mask from extracting his vitality.

The entire mask was firmly attached to his face, and it was impossible to remove it by external force.

The nameless blood refiner watched quietly, his eyes unwavering.