Roar ~

Baron Boris stepped on the broken walls and pushed open the gate of the central temple of the city. The moment he pushed open the gate, an evil aura surged out of the hall, a roar sounded in his ears, and a huge figure rushed towards him.

"Elder Nothuron, I didn't expect that you would become a blood corpse monster..." The monster rushing up had a ferocious face, and a layer of black scales covered with the surface of his body. Baron Boris could vaguely recognize the familiar face from the other party's face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Elder Nothurun ​​was one of the elders of the Wurier clan at that time. His duty was to protect the temple. He refused to leave that year, and finally, when all the people of the clan left, he still guarded the temple alone.

At this time, Elder Nothurun ​​had completely lost his mind and became a beast-like existence. He only had the instinct of killing, and was no longer the generous elder he had ever been.

Baron Boris stood at the temple gate motionless, praying in his heart for a moment, and thoughts moved, and the several holy light beetles surrounding him suddenly changed their previous flight route and flew towards Elder Nothurun ​​who was rushing up.

Woo ~

Elder Nothurum was emitting a rich black mist, as if he had noticed the threat of the Holy Light Beetle. Elder Nothurum let out a low growl, and the black mist that covered its body suddenly turned into several black tentacles and sucked towards the Holy Light Beetle.

Puff, puff, puff~

The black tentacles immediately dissipated the moment they touched the Holy Light Beetle, but they also pulled the Holy Light Beetle into the corner, making it unable to get close.

Whoosh!

A black tentacle broke through the defense of the Holy Light Beetle and stabbed Baron Boris in the chest. The strong wind was blowing like a sharp swordsman, sending a fatal blow to the enemy.

Baron Boris's face changed slightly, and only then did he recall that Elder Nothuron was the title of "Blood Clan Sword Saint", good at swordsmanship, and his combat power was among the top three in the Wurier clan.

"Secret technique - Blood Light Shield!"

Boris shouted softly, blood surging all over his body, and a dark red shield more than one foot on nine sides blocked him and slowly turned around his body.

when!

The black tentacle stabbed one of the shields and was immediately blocked, disintegrating into smoke, returning to Elder Nothurun.

Whoosh swish swish swish ~

Several black tentacles stabbed from different angles, as if a swordsman was performing different sword techniques. However, Baron Boris stood still and left the nine-sided dark red shields on his body to defend themselves, resisting all the attacks of Elder Nothurun.

"Elder, please rest in peace. I will bring your ashes back to the Uriel clan..." Baron Boris sighed, controlled the Holy Light Beetle, and launched a more violent attack on the familiar elder in front of him.

Buzz ~

With a slight tremor, the light and shadow changed. The holy light beetle, which was originally the size of a fingernail, suddenly burst out with dazzling holy light on the surface of its body. Each holy light beetle looked like a small sun, blooming with terrifying light and heat energy.

Before he got close, the black mist on the surface of Elder Nothurun's body began to boil, as if evaporated, and quickly dissipated.

A burst of faint screams sounded, and the black mist on Elder Nothurum's body seemed like a living thing. A hideous ghost face condensed above Elder Nothurum's head and made a silent sharp roar at Baron Boris. If Han Dong was here, he would definitely feel familiar. This roar was the same as what he had encountered before, and it could only be heard in the target's mind, but there was no sound in his ears.

Buzz ~

Boris's face suddenly turned pale, his body shaking, looking shaking. After a moment, Baron Boris suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his breath was suddenly sluggish, and his face was full of shock.

"This, how is this possible? When did Elder Nothuron master the ability to attack the soul spirit?" Baron Boris couldn't help but retreat.

For the blood clan, the most important thing is its own bloodline, and the blood energy developed by the bloodline. Any ability of the blood clan is an extension of blood energy. The second place is mental power. Like the spirit master, the blood clan also has strong mental power.

However, unlike the spiritual power obtained by spiritual masters ascetic practice, the spiritual power of the blood clan can increase by itself over time. In other words, the older the blood clan, the stronger the mental power, and the greater the power when casting spells.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages in anything. The mental power that can naturally increase without relying on hard practice is naturally far less than the mental power obtained by spiritual masters in terms of density. Therefore, in terms of defense against spiritual attacks, the defense power of the blood clan will only be worse than that of spiritual masters.

Boris was seriously injured with just one blow, and cracks appeared on the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, causing permanent damage. Such injuries would take at least hundreds of years of cultivation to recover.

Faced with this sudden attack, Baron Boris was shocked. He originally thought that he had mastered the method of controlling the Thorn Crown, and no one could cause harm to him in the ruins of the holy city. He was still invincible. Unexpectedly, Elder Nothurun, who turned into a blood corpse, gave him a heavy blow.

"Soul Attack, this is actually a soul Attack..." Baron Boris suddenly lost the courage to continue fighting, his figure turned into a blood mist and flew rapidly away from the temple.

Elder Nothurun, who turned into a blood corpse, had a ferocious look on his face and he strided hard to chase him. However, the moment after it stepped out of the temple gate, his whole body began to tremble violently.

After a moment, Elder Nothuron, who was full of unwillingness, roared in the direction of Baron Boris' escape, turned and walked towards the temple. It seemed that there was some reason that it could not leave the temple and became a monster like a spirit-bound. Otherwise, it was unknown whether Baron Boris, who had been seriously injured, could escape its pursuit.

On the other side, Boris's two blood clan companions kept passing through the holy city that had become ruins with excitement. At this time, jewelry, gold and precious alchemy materials were scattered everywhere in the streets and alleys of the holy city ruins.

Although most items have long been decayed because of their long time, there are still many things that can withstand the test of time. The two of them picked up a lot of gold and jewelry alone. It can be said that they got rich overnight. Even if they did not obtain the essence and blood left by the blood clan, they would not spend the wealth they obtained in their lifetimes after they were out.

"It's such a pity. So many precious materials were discarded in vain. In the end, due to lack of maintenance, they all turned into garbage. Otherwise..."

"It's almost done, we should rush to the temple as soon as possible to obtain the essence and blood of the blood clan. Compared with wealth, the improvement of strength is more important!"

Yawen

"You are right. Let's go to the temple first, get the essence and blood of the blood clan grandpa before searching. This city is too big, and we still have enough time to search!"

While talking and laughing, the two rushed towards the central temple of the city ruins, without notice at all. A few faint red marks appeared in their shadows.

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