"The grand hunt? Hunter? ”

Night Hanjun's face was full of trouble.

What is this? Which clansman said that?

Eighty years have passed, and there have been major changes in the outside world? Even he, a young and sick person, doesn't want to let go?

"The importance of this matter is at the top of the list."

"The dark lamp is so big, there is no second thing that can compare with it for the time being."

"Don't get to the bottom of it, even I don't know everything, do what you have to do, and when the time comes, you will naturally know it in your heart."

The Blood Witch Goddess glanced at the cross blue sword behind the Night Cold Monarch, and her face under the fog seemed to be careless.

She clasped her palms gently, crisp applause rang out, and two rainbow lights arrived from far and near, in an instant.

"Meet the Great Witch!"

Two humanoid girls in sky-blue slit skirts fell to the ground with absolute respect on their faces.

Their faces are uncovered, their eyebrows are clear, and they are full of youthful vitality.

But their limbs are not flesh and blood, they are made entirely of water.

The turquoise water arms and legs are soft and boneless, clear and transparent, and ripple with the rate of breathing.

Seeing them, Ye Hanjun seemed to be in a bamboo forest after the rain, with a light of tea on the table, and a wisp of flute in his ears, fragrant.

"Take him to the Blood Medicine Hall to bathe, wash, meditate, and nourish his body."

"From now on, you will be his maids, and you will take care of his daily life, and nothing will go wrong."

Blood Witch Witch Blood, commanded lightly.

"Obey the Great Witch's Order!"

Two witches of the race named "Light Spring Witches" replied respectfully.

Then, they stood up, crossed their water arms to their chests, made a special salute, bowed their heads and said shyly:

"The Emperor of the Night Clan, take the liberty of it."

"Whoa-la-"

The water splashed and crystal clear, and a big wave came.

Strong as a goose and as light as a flower candle, all of them were swept up by the waves and rushed in one direction at a very fast speed.

Of course, Ye Hanjun, who was the main master, could not be spared, he did not resist and was forced to accept it.

In a few moments, the water splashes and the waves are gentle.

The Night Cool King found himself in a temple of a very different style, which was planted with countless strange flowers and fruits.

Cannibal flowers, ancient vines, fire-shirted wood, incense trees, golden soil lotus......

A flower, a grass, a tree and a leaf, all of them are light and dark red, all of which are mutated, and the direction of mutation is related to blood, without exception.

In the sweet smell of the nose, a square medicine pool sits in the center in an abrupt way.

The liquid carried in it is as viscous as plasma, crystal as jewels, flowing in the clouds, strange and shining, there is a thrilling beauty, and I am reluctant to look away for a long time.

"It seems that the palace has given an order not to disturb the medicinal bath."

"Is it true that even a moment of peace is now a luxury?"

In the medicine pool, blood rippled, and a snow-white lotus root arm stretched out.

Through the steaming mist of blood, a naked fruit witch loomed.

She turned her back to Ye Hanjun, and the big wet crimson waves were draped over her shoulders, and she was full of sex appeal in her charm.

The onion-white fingers, pinching a palm-sized blood lotus, and wiping it inch by inch along the snow-white skin, every movement is interpreting elegance.

"Under the blood jasper, we are under the order of the Great Witch, please don't blame us."

One left and one right, the Qingquan Witch, who was about to help Ye Hanjun enter the medicine pool, was stunned and then shocked, and then half-knelt on the ground, one to cover up the panic, the other to calm down, and explained in unison.

"Oh?"

Another slightly lazy tone sounded, and not far away, a blood witch goddess who sank at the bottom of the blood pool slowly floated up.

The dazzling white light flashed away, and in a flash, Ye Hanjun met a pair of red eyes.

In these eyes, he saw three points of scrutiny and seven points of curiosity.

"You are the Young Emperor of the Night Clan who was sent to my clan?"

Witch Blood's eyes flashed, and her slender fingers wandered over her bare skin.

So, the blood-colored witch dress that disappeared without a trace, like the queen's dress, was put on her body again.

"Huh?"

The blood flashed, and the same neatly dressed witch blood blue flashed to the right hand of the Night Cold Monarch.

She wandered around the candle, her scarlet gaze like a searchlight, trying to see through her inside and out.

"You have absorbed the power of the Ancestral Witch? Actually became a blood witch dependent? ”

"Your Excellency."

The flower candle raised her face, neither humble nor arrogant:

"I've just arrived, and I'm trying to ask, what is a blood witch?"

"Blood Witch Dependents, that is, the ancestors of the Witches."

Witch Blood approached the long golden hair of the flower candle and sniffed her greedily:

"Since it's a contract subordinate of the Night Clan, you should know."

"Our blood witch clan is congenitally holy, and pure-blooded clansmen are very rare."

"We will absorb the weak witch clans, as well as the alien races with close attributes, and act as vassals."

"Among these guys, only a very few people with high-quality bloodlines, with the added luck, can become the inheritors recognized by the Wu Ancestor."

"Once they have such a mark, they are not servants, but 'distant relatives'."

"In addition to enjoying the baptism of our clan on a regular basis, the benefits of increasing the rank are enhanced."

"In the future, if there is a lack of natural evolution, you can try to evolve to an incomplete Blood Witch Priestess."

"Not quite?" The candle looked sideways, puzzled.

"At the same level, we will be a little weaker than pure-bloods."

Witch Blood smiled skillfully: "But it's only relative. ”

"Compared with other holy fetuses, you are the relics of the gods, the mystical law is all over the sky, and you are naturally invincible."

"In other words, I have one more direction for my future?"

Hua Zhu realized, thought for a few seconds, and then thanked him.

Wu Xuebi smiled indifferently, and with a slight flash, the graceful figure floated in front of Ye Hanjun.

She was so close that Ye Hanjun could smell her.

Not sweet enough, not smelly enough.

Like a brute beast ready to move, the blood of the mountain is sealed in a human-sized body, and every move has a condescending scrutiny.

"You're so young."

"Your people are quite tempting......"

A strange sound sounded from the tip of Wu Xuebi's throat.

Through the hazy veil of fog, Ye Hanjun could vaguely see that she was "affectionate" and full of longing.

"Huh...... It's a pity. ”

"In your current state, you shouldn't be able to survive a bite......"

Wu Xuebi, who had been twisting for a while, slowly opened a few meters away from Ye Hanjun in a regretful tone.

She regards the night cold monarch as a taboo, obviously close at hand, but far away in the sky.

"It's boring, growing so big, I haven't even tasted the blood of the Night Emperor."

"But...... You have entered the Wuzu silver coffin, and you are still so depressed, and the predicament you encounter is really miserable......"

Witch blood is amazing.

Obviously, she didn't know anything about what happened to Ye Hanjun.

"It's easier said than done to create miracles."

Wu Xueyan, who seemed to know a little information, looked at the side face of Ye Hanjun fixedly:

"His path, if he can't divide the times and open up legends, will inevitably die."

"Sister Yan!"

Witch Blood is not happy:

"I hate guessing the most, why, even I am not qualified to know his real experience?"

"Externally, he's dead now."

"Even among the Ye Clan, it is said that there are very few people who clearly know that he is still alive."

Wu Xueyan shook his head and whispered:

"Young Emperor of the Night Clan, Lord of the Night Cold."

"You can rest assured that you are recuperating here, your sister, disciples, disciples, and friends are all staying in the Blood Witch Ancestral Land now, enjoying absolutely abundant resources, and steadily improving their strength."

"You can't see them for the time being, if you're not mistaken, you just need to heal your injuries now and heal your body as quickly as possible......"

"Okay, professional things have to be explained by professional souls."

An extremely light voice interrupted the conversation, and in the direction of the main entrance of the temple, a figure slowly walked in.

He was dressed in a well-cut black gown, with a cool black cloak behind his back, and shiny leather boots under his feet, and it would be difficult to distinguish him from a human if it weren't for his sickly skin coated with moon frost and a height of more than three meters.

"Bertner, what are you here for?"

Witch Blood and Witch Blood Goose - sink their faces at the same time.

Especially the former, the large crimson waves swelled violently, and a spear with blood stalks hovered above her head.

Feeling the sharpness of the tip up close, Ye Hanjun had no doubt that this Blood Witch Goddess of the Most Holy Xiaocheng really wanted to fight regardless of it.

"Little Blood, do you miss me like that?"

The vampire prince Bertner, as if he hadn't seen the blood spear, took it step by step, calmly.

Wu Xuebi sneered again and again, and in an instant, dozens of blood spears burst out, and the blood mist in the sky disappeared.

"Tear up!!"

As fast as the blood spear stabs, Bertnar's movements are as leisurely as they are.

With a wave of his robe, the trajectory of the blood spear changed from horizontal to vertical, all of which were inserted upside down in the pool of blood, shattering into a blood wave-like energy substance.

"Eh, eh, I'm so obsessed with my brother, my brother will be very distressed."

Bertnall strode into the face of Wu Xuebi and gave her a big hug.

"Get out!"

Furious, his nails lengthened wildly, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into ten bloody swords and slashed at Bertner's neck.

"Xiao Xuebi, if you cultivate for another one or two thousand years, I'm afraid you won't be able to hurt me a single hair, why bother."

Bertner, who shrugged his shoulders, jumped sideways and perfectly dodged all the attacks.

With a perfect smile and charming glass eyes, he glanced at the witch blood next to him:

"Xueyan, you shouldn't be as ignorant as Xuebi, right?"

"Suck-"

Wu Xueyan took a deep breath, and his skin, which was as red as blood, slowly returned to snow white.

The momentum of the rage dropped suddenly, but the hoarse voice that pressed her throat, the disgust in which it supported her stomach:

"I really want to kill you......"

"How dare you blaspheme the Protoss and bully Sister Lan......"

"If it weren't for the Night Clan's efforts to protect you, it would be difficult to resolve the hatred in my heart if I crushed your bones and scattered ashes......"

"Hey."

Bertnall sighed:

"Xuelan and I are obviously in love, why should you hinder us?"

"What nonsense!"

Wu Xuebi hated:

"Wu Zu has just fallen as a god, and you have come to our clan as a visitor, so you dare to do such a thing."

"In a few thousand years, if the Blood Witch Clan declines, will you dare to take all of us away and expand your harem candidates?"

"Brother doesn't want to reason with the."

Bertnall snapped his fingers, and a blood-red seal was attached to Witch's mouth.

Regardless of her impatience or discouragement, Bertnall calmed down and said frankly:

"To tell you the truth, I have known each other since the last era of Xuelan."

"She saved my life, I saved hers, and our relationship is far more complicated than you think."

"Wu Zu had an order ...... before his death"

Witch Blood Goose word by word:

"The Blood Witch Clan, inherited by blood, can only reproduce alone, and cannot be combined with any other race."

"Even if you are also in charge of the way of blood, and are the King of the Holy Spirit in this way, you should not break our rules......"

"Small problems, why worry about them."

Bertnell waved his hand.

Without waiting for the two goddesses to show their fierce eyes and murderous intentions, he pinched out two blood roses, pinned one left and one right in the hair of the two witches, and said with a strange expression:

"Didn't Xuelan tell you yet? She is pregnant. ”

"I have proved in practice that the king of the vampire clan can achieve 'bloodline merger' with the pure-blood descendants of the blood witch clan."

"It's probably still Wu Xuelu who is in charge of the patriarch now, right? This mother-in-law is really, hasn't it all been identified? The child in Xuelan's body has not yet been born, and the concentration of divine blood is comparable to that of the Most Holy Void. ”

"Once born, she is likely to be the Blood Witch Goddess with the highest concentration of bloodlines in tens of thousands of years."

"Where am I in trouble? It's obviously a great achievement! ”

"This child will be the hope of the Blood Witch Clan, if one day he grows up to the level of the Blood Witch God...... Hahaha, my brother is the father of the gods, who dares to glance at me, I will let my daughter shoot it to death! ”

The handsome and dashing Bertnall, when he puts on a brazen posture, he is still handsome.

Ye Hanjun, Wu Xuebi, and Wu Xueyan were all stunned.

Especially the last two, the anger subsided, and the shock was clearly expressed in every body movement.

"It can't be...... Vampires and Blood Witches...... How is it possible to combine? ”

Cognition was subverted, and Wu Xuebi only felt that the world was spinning and the world was no longer real.

She fell into a state of dazed numbness, staggered to the Blood Medicine Palace, and disappeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"As a foreign race, it is unimpeded in the ancestral land, and even this place can be stepped into casually, is this also the reason?"

Witch Blood, who was still able to maintain his composure, stared into Burtner's charming eyes and asked slowly.

"Yayro!"

"This is my mother-in-law's home, of course my brother can come if he wants, and he can leave if he wants."

Bertnall patted Witch Blood's shoulder, grinning widely.

"I'll look for Sister Lan and Sister Lu - confirm in detail."

Wu Blood Yan stared deeply, and then rode a summoned blood tiger and galloped away.

"Whew...... Women are trouble, it's the same everywhere! ”

Bertnall wiped the unwarranted cold sweat from his forehead, and suddenly waved his hand to dismiss the two Light Spring Witches:

"Alright, you guys get out of here first."

"Remember, you have a blood curse planted in your body, and if you leak any secrets, Wu Xuelu will definitely kill you."

"Don't dare to ......"

The trembling Witch of Light Springs cautiously retreated.

Bertner nodded in satisfaction, and then turned around and officially faced the Night Chiller.

"Tut-tut, it's a mess."

"Is this still my good son of the Ye Clan? The sick seedlings are not so cold. ”

Ye Hanjun twitched the corners of his mouth, and after calming down, he asked calmly:

"Seniors should come here, it shouldn't be just a visit, right?"

"Unfortunately, there is only a visit."

Böltner threw out a ring and said sparsely:

"There are all kinds of great medicines in it, and the minimum is nine thousand years old, all of which belong to you."

"Brother, no matter whether your catastrophe has been passed or what, this is your catastrophe, brother can't help you, and he won't give advice blindly."

"But you're important right now, crucial."

"What you brought out of the tomb, you have your own count, brother don't talk nonsense."

"Hurry up and heal your wounds, the hunt is about to begin."

"If this battle is completed, my brother will go down in history, you can't drop the chain, let alone drag it back."

……

Leaving behind a ring, and a few paragraphs, Bertnar departed in style.

In the Blood Medicine Palace, most of Ye Hanjun's body was soaked in the blood pool, the hot blood burned his skin, and the stinging soul finally had a tendency to soothe.

"Tadpole ......"

Guagua was also breastswimming in the blood pool, quietly approaching Ye Hanjun:

"How could the handsome man know our secret?"

"The little black hat had forgotten about it, but he knew how strange it felt to be stripped naked!"

Ye Hanjun frowned and was silent.

This is indeed incredible, Ye Tianzi hid in his body, and theoretically only he and Guagua kept their memories.

It was at the time of the catastrophe that someone discovered the signs and revealed the secret of heaven.

Or was it even earlier, when handing over the fragments of the Shura Bow, someone noticed the problem?

Ye Hanjun thought about it for a long time, not only did he not clear his thoughts, but he was even more dazed.

The clansmen are eyeing this force, what are they going to do?

The dark lamp has no crown, and there is no god to sit in.

Eighty years later, have the soldiers and horses prepared by the Red Dust Abyss have reached the level of large-scale invasion?

War...... War...... Imminent?

In a trance, the chaotic thoughts slipped into nothingness, and Ye Hanjun completely calmed down.

He absorbed the nutrients from the pool of blood, repaired the wounds on his soul, and his consciousness became more and more ethereal.

For a long time, for a long time, he came to a bang.

If thousands of troops and horses are galloping on the prairie, the earth is shaking, the blood pool is surging, and the temple is full of ancient meaning...... A corner of the collapse.

A beam of light fell, brighter than day.

It was accompanied by the sound of Qi Tian's roar, the screaming of living beings, and the arrogant words made people frown. (End of chapter)