"Stop!"

Obviously, it was just a swing of the staff, and before it fell, it had already transformed into a shadow of a stick in the sky, and when it was approaching, it quietly converged into one, because the power wrapped in it was too great, so that the surrounding void rubbed against it to bring out a little spark, tearing the air and making a roaring wind and thunder, but the time stopped for a moment, so that the sound and the shadow of the staff were subtly missed, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Not to mention anything else, this staff alone has already touched the realm of sword qi and thunder sound in the flying sword technique, and because it is emitted in a small enclosed space, it is faster and more powerful.

What's more, when this speaker of the Fanzhuo family held this holy weapon that had been passed down from generation to generation by the family, the cold and evil aura that the blood clan naturally possessed on his body that seemed to be dead and not alive disappeared in an instant, and it was swept away. Instead, it was filled with a sense of grandeur and brilliance, shining brightly in the hall of the secret room as bright as day.

It was actually a little similar to the divine power of the Lord of Radiance that Chen Fusheng had seen before.

And the few glorious threads scattered on the scepter, as soon as they were distracted from the blood gods in the secret room, it was like wet wood meeting fire, and the snorting sound continued one after another, and the green smoke rose in bursts.

And those blood shadows that were originally difficult to be injured by swords and could not be touched by ten thousand laws were burned out of eye-catching holes, and no matter how the blood light flowed and blown, it was difficult to bridge as before.

The blood god son seemed to have also felt the great crisis in the underworld, raised his head and let out a sad roar, his body suddenly rose up, and he wanted to be level with the top, his hands were closed, and the ten or so blood shadows that were originally differentiated also seemed to be recruited, his body stagnated, rolled on the spot, turned into a streamer and pounced back on the body, without causing a little wave, and instantly integrated into it.

By the time the Blood God Son had finished "digesting", the scarlet blood light on his body became more and more vivid, and his momentum had increased again in an impossible place, faintly breaking through an invisible boundary that was invisible to the naked eye.

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"It turns out that there is also a so-called cathode and yang in this Norland continent, and they have the same end. ”

A clear voice suddenly echoed in the secret room, and then there were ripples in the air, without triggering the slightest shock magic array, Chen Fusheng leisurely appeared in shape, standing behind the Blood God Son, first slapped it with a palm, turned his palm into a claw in the air, and pulled it gently, and then the Blood God Son, whose momentum was suddenly urged to the peak, could no longer maintain his figure, and his body involuntarily retreated.

Bearing his hand behind, Chen Fusheng looked up at it, looked at the shadow of the scepter with great interest, thought sideways for a moment, and then gently bent his fingers and flicked head-on towards the scepter that broke through the air.

The ripples of the qi machine rippled in the secret room, and a wisp of bloody qi full of vitality and energy spread out, which actually caused these blood clan elders in the hall who didn't know how many times they had tasted and drank blood to forget to question Chen Fusheng, an outsider who had disrupted the situation in the field, for a while, and they were all intoxicated.

Qi Qi took a step back, Chen Fusheng, and the old man of the Fanzhuo family stopped at the same time.

Chen Fusheng looked at it casually, and the little blood stains oozing from his fingertips flowed back into his body from the reverse flow, as usual.

Without seeing the old man's movements, the scepter disappeared in his hand, as unpredictable as when it appeared.

The scepter was put away, and many of the visions that happened to the old man disappeared, and time suddenly spanned decades, from "young" to old age again, the golden silk turned into silver hair, and the silver scepter image in his eyes dispersed, regrouped into a pair of eyes, and then stared straight into the air.

There, the wisp of bloody aura quickly condensed, turning into a drop of blood with a faint golden luster in the blue and black.

It's just a drop, but it goes straight to the depths of the soul, giving people a sense of heaviness and solidity.

The silver hair on the back of his head fluttered in the wind, and before the old man Fan Zhuo had even calmed down the agitated aura in his body, he once again puffed up the strong blood qi in his body and conjured up a bloody hand, but this time he did not shoot at the head of the Remuel family, or Chen Fusheng, who suddenly appeared to stir up the situation, but grabbed the drop of blood.

Instinctively, he had already felt something contained in this drop of blood, faintly opening a door to an equally higher level for him.

However, he was not the only one who made the move, almost at the same time, seven or eight spells, and the fluctuation of thoughts arose in this secret room, and at the same time locked towards the blood beads that were dripping and spinning in the air.

For a while, except for the two heads of the family, Remuel and Torredot, almost everyone else had already reacted substantively.

All the people in the field, of the same age and rank, are all from the thirteen most orthodox clans of the blood clan, and their sensitivity to blood is also very similar, and they can more or less detect the abnormality of this drop of blood.

Moreover, what made them throb even more was that the smell of it was very similar to the smell of the origin of the blood river that the two heads of the family, Remuel and Torredot, had shown them.

Considering that this drop of blood came from Chen Fusheng, a human race who did not have the slightest trace of blood clan characteristics, it was even more worthy of their action.

With a slight smile, Chen Fusheng took a step back, standing side by side with the two heads of the family, Torreduo and Remuel, although the two became allies early and were real "fellow believers", but their reactions after seeing Chen Fusheng's sudden appearance were completely different.

However, Chen Fusheng didn't care too much about this, watching the surging Blood God Son re-throw himself into the blood-colored robe transformed by the blood pool, Chen Fusheng smiled lightly, and then manipulated the drop of blood that was half accidental and half deliberately out of the body through the mysterious connection of the blood in the dark.

The blood beads rose and shrank, the brilliance flowed, and then locked in a certain direction, and the void jumped, breaking through the blockade of the seven or eight qi machines, and disappeared out of thin air.

But in an instant, the blood beads reappeared.

This time, it appeared above a majestic figure.

Although the emphasis is different, most of the blood clans, regardless of their clan background, still have some things in common, with a tall and thin body, handsome facial features, and a feminine temperament.

Even spells, talents, etc. are on the weird and unpredictable side, and very few are too strong and domineering.

Therefore, this person is particularly conspicuous in it, and even the body can no longer be described as a human being, but is closer to the original form of a demon spirit who has achieved cultivation.

It looks like a huge and abnormal wolf-shaped beast, with a fierce momentum, and if it weren't for the fact that the clothes on its body are all magical equipment, it would definitely collapse because of this.

Chen Fusheng didn't need to guess at all, he knew the origin of the other party.

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