Looking at the man of the Fan Zhuo family with great interest, the blood-robed man smiled, since he practiced this strange method, his temperament had also changed, and it was very different from before.

And this change is ongoing, and it is not interrupted.

It can be said that he is different from him a few days ago, and he will be the same tomorrow.

Even the desire for immortality and the tireless pursuit of the ultimate realm of magic, which once supported his transformation into a blood clan, gradually diminished, and even his desire to form an alliance with wizards at the risk of being suppressed by the gods of the Norland continent in order to share in the divinity of the Goddess of the Silver Moon and the latest research results of wizards.

Becoming a blood god and becoming one with that vast sea of blood is his current and future goal.

In contrast, except for the Blood Grand Duke of the Torredo family, this "friend of the same path", other visions are still limited to the seemingly vast but actually narrow world of the Norland Continent, and the representatives of the blood clan are not very much in his eyes.

However, he also knew that although his strength had improved greatly in a short period of time, if he wanted to accomplish his goal, he had to rely on other blood clans, in addition to strength, there were also holy weapons and ancient blood pools that they had passed down from generation to generation.

At this time, feeling that the other eleven blood clan representatives faintly had a united oath, he also let go of the aura of his whole body, and there was no way to hide it.

A blood shadow suddenly came out of the blood robe on his body, his body was fluttering, coming and going like electricity, only twisting in the air, and then seven or eight phantoms were separated again, but the color was slightly lighter, ten fingers poked out, sharp claws were like, lightly, and shot towards everyone in the field.

This hall was originally the fundamental place where the Remuel family placed the blood pool, and it was also used to study some forbidden magic alchemy rituals, so although it was an underground secret room, it occupied an extremely large area, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate these many people.

However, at this moment, the blood shadow came and went, bringing out a stream of phantom light smoke, filling it, or even just a moment, it disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, it was already directly across a dozen zhang space, indescribably weird, so that this secret room suddenly became crowded, dazzling, and depressed to make people breathless.

Although the physique of the blood clan is naturally in line with the cultivation of blood nerves, and the strength level of the blood-robed man himself is also extremely high, but after all, it is impossible to rise to two or three realms out of thin air, and he does not expect a real one to compete with these eleven blood clan representatives to join forces, and if it is really a life-and-death fight, I am afraid that the magic array used for concealment and protection will not be able to withstand such a huge and majestic vitality shock, not to mention the destruction, I am afraid that even this manor will be difficult to preserve.

His move is just to increase the weight and voice of his own side.

After all, when signing the Oath of the River Styx, because of his scruples about the gods present, although he and the Blood Grand Duke of the Torredo family joined forces to lay down the enchantment realm, the means were clever, and the magic powers were extraordinary, but after all, it was really a hands-on thing, and it was common sense for these blood clan representatives to be unconvinced after feeling the signs of the resurgence of the blood river at close range.

That's enough, though.

The blood clan in the field can be used as the representative of each family, except for the Asammet clan, which has advanced rapidly by sucking the blood of the family elders, it can be said that each has a lifespan of at least hundreds of years, and the blood qi is unimaginable.

At the same time, even if most of them converge by three or two percent, the weather is also particularly amazing, connecting in a piece outside the body, piling up into clouds, stretching like waves.

However, those strange phantoms just pounced upward, and with a hook of their sharp claws, the rich blood color was seen to be a little thinner, which shocked these experienced blood clan elders.

You must know that since the blood clan has undergone the initial transformation of the physique, it has been born with extraordinary sensitivity and control over blood.

Perhaps those newborns are not yet proficient in using this innate instinct, but even if these representatives of the blood clan are not monks, they have long been familiar with it for hundreds of years.

Of course, since they knew how to snatch blood from enemies and targets, these blood clan representatives were naturally better at controlling the blood qi in their bodies and would not be pulled or manipulated by other external forces, let alone devouring and refining.

However, in front of these blood shadows, it was as if there was nothing.

And with these supplements, these phantom bodies became more and more condensed and grown, and they were no different from the ontology, and there was a hidden tendency to be independent from the ontology.

The Blood God Son is the highest achievement recorded in the "Blood Nerve", like a magic weapon and an illegal treasure, like a living soul and not a living being, and some seem to be incarnated outside the body, but they are completely different, strange and abnormal.

In fact, it was the head of the Remuel family, and the Bloody Grand Duke of Torreduo, who obtained "Blood Nerve" earlier than him, who had not really fully cultivated, but only barely exerted it with the help of the blood clan's affinity for "Blood Nerve".

However, at this time, under the nourishment of this strong blood qi, the blood god son released by the head of the Remuel family had a direct leap and was about to differentiate again.

What made these Blood Clan elders frown even more was that their attacks fell on these Blood God Sons, which could not be said to be completely useless, but they also had little effect.

The body is like flowing water, and once the sword is drawn, the scar is healed again.

As for those spells, they didn't bother to hide at all, just by shaking their bodies, they could completely bear it, and nothing changed except for stirring up a few ripples.

The other representatives of the blood clan are also rich in experience, and the city government is deep, and they know the purpose of this fight, just to learn from each other and confirm the truth and truth, so they naturally will not use the means of pressing the bottom of the box, but with their rank, even if it is just a casual blow, it has great power, and the effect should not be so unbearable.

It seems that the blood-robed man is counted by one enemy, does not fall behind, and is domineering, but in fact, this is also very normal.

The blood nerve has a great relationship with the sea of blood and the blood clan, and the mana cultivated through this naturally has similar characteristics.

As long as the Blood God Son has not cultivated to the realm of flawlessness, he naturally has the power to restrain it, such as thunder fire, Buddha light, holy radiance, etc.

It's a pity that everyone in the field is from a pure and extreme blood clan, and the strength attribute is also biased towards the feminine and mysterious side, and the blood nerve is naturally greatly restrained, and the strength of one body cannot be exerted.

The surging blood qi exploded, bouncing away several blood shadows that were wrapped around him. The old man of the Fanzhuo clan stopped, stood still, looked at the situation in the field, and made his own decision in the blink of an eye.

Continuing to write like this, with the strength of their blood, it will not hurt the origin if it drags on for three or five days, but there is no doubt that the situation will really be in the favor of Remuel, Torredo and the wizards, and the other families will also be shaken, contrary to his previous intentions.

Time seemed to stop suddenly, and the blood and qi no longer continued to gush outward, but returned to the inside of the old man's body, although he was old, he was still strong.

The old man took his hand behind, and the sound of beans popping sounded one after another, and a head of silver-white hair that had been restored to its golden color because of time swayed in the wind, and its face regained its youth at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally froze in middle age, with a tall and tall figure, and even more majestic, and even oppressed those blood shadows that could not be cruising around the body no longer dared to get close.

The pupils in his eyes disappeared, turned into a silver scepter style, took a step forward, and with a casual move, there was an identical scepter, but it was magnified and doubled, and the scepter appeared in the hands of the Fan Zhuo family who could not be called "old man", bringing a burst of mysterious meaning, heavy as a mountain, and smashed down on the head of the most fundamental blood god.