Aftershocks arrived at the palace, standing proudly on the towering walls of the palace perimeter with a serrated broad-backed sword, unmet by patrolling security guards.

The sentry post above the entire wall was so empty that not even a single figure could be seen.

The sound of jingo's resonance and explosion and bombardment kept coming from afar, and wave after wave. More than a dozen kilometers away, the faint flames splashed and the smoke billowed into the sky, mixed with all kinds of colorful elemental energy......

The aftershocks swept away, and found that there were several forces entrenched in the palace territory, and people from all walks of life were fighting together, fighting and wailing everywhere, it was simply a big fight!

Looking at the chaotic crowd, many times the aftershocks can't tell who is who. Judging from the clothing of these people, as well as the unique emblems on their clothes and armor, it is certain that there are at least three forces in the royal palace besides the people of the Bloodline: the Dark Guild, the Church of Light, and the Temple of the Gods.

Aftershock's mind swept away carefully, and finally saw Zhu Xiaohan in a black robe and his face covered with blood in the crowd, but Aftershock didn't have time to deal with him at this time, because dozens of kilometers away, Tan Songlin, the thin-faced Viscount of the Blood Clan, was fighting with a middle-aged man with snow-white hair, and the two were inseparable for a while.

Yu Zhen guessed that the middle-aged man with snow-white hair was Chishangyang.

Aftershocks could feel that the breath of these two people was as deep as the sea, and their strength was unfathomable.

Looking at the skills of these two people and the energy fluctuations brought by raising their hands, if Tan Songlin and Qian Shangyang did not fight each other, Aftershock would not be able to win if he met either of these two people alone.

Aftershocks immediately hid their bodies and fled in a hurry.

Dozens of kilometers away, at a high altitude, after several rounds of battle between Tan Songlin and Qian Shangyang~ no one could help anyone, and they fell into a confrontation again.

"Tan Songlin, what do you want to do? It's okay to come to my territory and spread madness!"

Tan Songlin laughed angrily: "A few hundred years old, don't pretend to be stupid here, you and I joined forces a hundred years ago, I really didn't see that you are an acting school, even I was deceived by you, if I hadn't caught Zhai Zonglin's daughter a few days ago, I really wouldn't have imagined that the Blood Clan Holy Ring, which I have been looking for for so many years, is in the hands of you, an old horseman!"

"Zhai Zonglin's daughter? Do you believe her words? Back then, you and I joined forces to yin Zhai Zonglin, maybe his daughter was deliberately sowing discord and wanted to avenge her father. ”

"your grandmother's legs, and I still want to deceive Lao Tzu! Don't think that I can't help you, Blood Clan Holy Ring, if you don't hand it over today, even if I damage the foundation and use the secret method, I will fight with you to break the net!" Tan Songlin shouted angrily, spreading his black and wide wings in the air, and his momentum continued to skyrocket, looking at the posture, he could attack at any time.

"Tan Songlin, how can you say that you and I were also brothers who worked together back then! Cultivation is not easy, do you really want to risk your life to fight with me to lose both?" Qian Shangyang's face was gloomy. Both of them know in their hearts that if they don't use their hole cards, no one can kill each other, but once they use their hole cards, the two will inevitably have to separate a life and death, and the winner is also a miserable victory, and then there is no decades of cultivation, and it can't be recovered at all, which no one wants to bear.

Tan Songlin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Risking death to fight with you to lose both? Do you really look up to yourself, do you think you are still the same person you used to be? Without the inheritance of the blood bloodline, not only will you not be able to refine the Blood Clan's holy ring, but you will also be eaten by the blood and qi in it, I don't believe you dare to go all out!"

"Hehe, don't provoke me! Although the backlash is even more severe, it is not a difficult thing for me as a scroller to solve. ”

After Qian Shangyang finished speaking, Tan Songlin suddenly fanned his wings, and a gust of wind howled in the space, and a shadow line was sharply enlarged in Qian Shangyang's pupils.

"Bang!"

Chigami Yang was directly penetrated by a powerful force, and he fell downward to the ground at an oblique angle.

"Boom!" sand and gravel splashed on the ground.

When the smoke cleared, a bottomless circular hole was revealed.

Tan Songlin fanned his wings and brought out an afterimage that fell to the ground.

"Boom".

Tan Songlin's eyes shrank suddenly, and he didn't know when Qian Shangyang had already appeared in front of Tan Songlin.

Tan Songlin felt a sudden shock in his chest, and a sharp pain came, and his whole body rubbed his feet on the ground and retreated, until a hundred zhang away, and the inciting wings stabilized his body.

Looking at the palm print on his chest, Tan Songlin's face was hideous: "Okay! Very good! You can hurt my blood clan's body, and you will die without regrets!"

"Tan Songlin, you crazy person, before grandpa finished speaking, you sneak attack! It's really shameless!" Qian Shangyang wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his big hand, a thick pile of magic scrolls instantly floated in front of Qian Shangyang.

The aftershock divine thought not far away swept away, and his heart was shocked: This is all 8th-order magic scrolls of different qualities, and the energy contained in each one is at least equivalent to the full force of the mid-stage of the cultivation realm!

"Originally, the old man felt that after so many years, he had wasted so much time studying the Blood Clan Holy Ring, not only did it not lead to results, but also caused a lot of backlash to the divine soul, as long as you exchanged some blood soul spirits, the old man will return the Blood Clan Holy Ring to you. Speaking of this, Qian Shangyang glared angrily: "But you garbage actually attacked the old man, it seems that the old man didn't clean you up today, you really think the world is full of love!"

Tan Songlin looked at the pile of magic scrolls opposite, his eyelids jumped slightly, and he remembered the demeanor of throwing magic scrolls wildly when Qian Shangyang killed the enemy a hundred years ago, and his tone softened: "Qian Shangyang, you want the blood soul spirit to say it earlier! ”

"100 pieces of blood soul spirit!"

"Deal!" Tan Songlin did not hesitate at all: "We exchange at the same time!"

"100 yuan is the previous price, in view of your sneak attack just now, I want 1000 yuan now!"

"Why don't you grab it! 1 piece of blood soul essence requires at least a thousand clean souls to be refined with secret methods, and giving you 100 pieces is already the limit!"

"If you don't have sincerity, get out, either give or hit! Don't waste time!" Qian Shangyang said impatiently.

"300 pieces!"

"Fuck off! Send it to Hanako! At least 800 pieces!"

"It's too much!500! If you don't agree, then only the fish will die!"

"Deal!"

The two reached an agreement, Qian Shangyang took out the Blood Clan Holy Ring, Tan Songlin took out the storage scroll, and the items were handed to each other at the same time through both hands.

At this moment, a strange change abruptly appeared in the field, and a blue streamer flashed in front of the two of them.

When the two of them came back to their senses, the streamer tail flame was already thousands of meters away.

At the same time, more than a hundred Rank 7 scrolls exploded in front of Qian Shangyang and Tan Songlin!

snatching food from the tiger's mouth, the aftershocks did not dare to be careless.

"Tan Songlin, you old brute, cheating!" Qian Shangyang raised his hands falsely, and in an instant, more than a dozen 8th-order attack scrolls slammed towards Tan Songlin in front of him. Then Qianshangyang's figure flashed, and he chased towards the blue streamer.

Qian Shangyang looked at the blue streamer tail flame, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth. Qian Shangyang knew that the blue streamer was not Tan Songlin's person at all, but he just wanted to find an excuse to bombard Tan Songlin a few times, and it could be regarded as revenge for Tan Songlin's sneak attack before.

Tan Songlin rose from the explosion without covering his body, his black wings fanned, turned into a black shadow and shot towards Qianshangyang, and finally said angrily: "Qianshangyang, you old horseman wait for me!"

(I'm sorry for the book friends, but I haven't adapted to the shift for my new job recently, the time has not been arranged, and the update is unstable, so I'm really sorry for the friends who chase books.) ）