I saw Michael Roll putting his hand on the old man's shoulder. Although he was separated by a thick energy shield, he could clearly see Mickey Roll's strange hands reaching into it.
"Legend?" Someone in the cave shouted in surprise.
"The strength of the mid-level legend, at least." Another older man said with shock on his face.
"A legendary strongman, can a legend not be bound by the rules of blood? Impossible."
"I don't believe it either. This guy's strength is a bit abnormal."
The prisoners in the cave started a conscious discussion, and in a short period of time, they effectively reached an agreement. If this kid has legendary strength, then it is possible for them to break through the constraints of the rules.
For a moment, sounds came one after another from the seal cabin in the cave. Everyone tried to use their super energy to break the seal on their bodies. After working for a while, they all became dejected.
The old man who had promised Rohr a lot before had turned into a puff of smoke. Rohr's bone-white fingers were like a guiding ship from hell, absorbing all the old man's energy in the sealed rules cabin.
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call……
"It is indeed a quasi-legendary strength." Rohr clapped his hands and said with admiration. The changes on his body became more and more obvious, and white bone fingers grew between his right arm.
Mickey Roar had a ferocious face and a greedy expression. He stretched out his hand around his fingertips and gently scratched across his chest. The sharp sound of bone tearing made people hear the bones being damaged.
The muscles on the chest shattered, and the donated blood flowed down the fingertips, falling into the silent cave. The blood gathered on the ground, neither disappearing nor seeping into the ground. The blood mass kept this strange pattern on the ground.
Luo Er's greedy laughter became more intense, and he shook his arms. The energy triggered by his fingertips turned red; the blood light ball condensed and formed, following the energy of his fingertips, and returned to Luo Er's palm again.
"Legend of the Blood Clan!" Everyone in the cave was speechless.
Rolle's tuxedo changed rapidly in the cave, and a bright red halo formed in front of the brim of the nobleman's hat. Everywhere was penetrated by the power of strict rules, and the strands weaved together a web of rules and deep energy.
A vampire legend brings effects and influences that other races cannot usually whisper. Putting aside its powerful strength, the passiveness and blood rules of the vampire alone are enough to make many spirit kings and even legends out of reach.
"Legend of the Blood Clan!" These ancient strong men lamented once again, and everyone's nervous expressions were written on their faces.
The old man before was sucked until there was no hair left, and everyone could clearly feel their own vagina. The old men who were timid and afraid of death shouted sternly: "Boy, you can't hurt me without the order of your vampire elders."
our."
Rohr had no time to take care of this. To be precise, he was not in the legendary rank, but Stambo's magic caused a visual and perceptual illusion to everyone.
This illusion cannot be compensated by ordinary magic, and the purpose of doing so is precisely due to the inherent characteristics of dark magic.
Mickey Roar looked at the nervous old fritters on the left and right. Years ago, any one of these people could cause a bloody storm on the mainland, but now, the lives of these poor old guys are in his own hands.
in hands.
For Michelol, this is progress, progress of ignorance and greed.
At any time, a blood slave, especially a cautious blood slave like Mickey Roar, should never forget his own goals and means.
Although death is terrible, the fear shown in the face of death is very ugly; this makes Rolle feel shameless, and it also makes him feel a deep sense of his own existence.
"Old guys, I don't have time to play with you," Rolle said and turned around to leave.
Suddenly, there was a vibration from the seal cabin behind. The energy of this vibration was more delicate than anyone's voice before. It hardly caused any throbbing, but it could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears and penetrated the blood.
Rules can turn the power of magic into a state of moisturizing and soundless things. This person's strength and cultivation have reached a terrifying level.
Mickey Mouse paused, stood there for a moment, and left pretending to have no hesitation.
"Marquis, wait a minute." Amid the restlessness, a more substantive voice came from the sealing cabin, and sound waves filled every corner of the cave.
"What do you want me to do?" Mike Roel was shocked and secretly happy at the same time. The moment he turned around, he fired a bloody hand blade, and bright red energy light waves lingered in the space and entered the sealed cabin.
Coming and going, the energy penetrated the rules barrier of the blood in a cunning way, and once again penetrated the narrow rules substance seal cabin. The strength was indistinguishable, but it was always shocking.
Mickey Roar's energy blade can kill at will in this situation. The strange thing is that the moment the light blade enters the sealing chamber, it is blocked by an invisible dark substance, and then disappears, leaving no trace behind.
A trace.
"Haha." The two people in the cave looked at each other and let out a long-lost harmonious laugh.
"Where is Brother Stambo now?" The middle-aged man in the sealed cabin stopped laughing and spoke in a arrogant tone, asking Mickey Roar without any explanation.
With the transfer of energy and the name of Master Stambo, Luo Er knew that he had been certified. He was immediately overjoyed and said hurriedly and cautiously: "Uncle Master, please be polite."
But he said that the person who could make Luo Er respected in this place must be this person.
Regardless of the constraints of the rules, the mysterious energy possessed by Mickey Rolle is the same as that of the middle-aged man in the sealed cabin; Rolle believes that this senior cannot be trapped here; of course, all this is just a long-term brewing plan.
conspiracy.
"Gatsby! You are worthy of being the King of the Netherworld!" Michael Roel stopped laughing and went forward to kneel down on one knee to pay homage to the mysterious man in the sealed cabin.
The moment the identity of the mysterious man was revealed from Mikirol's mouth, the entire Blood Pond Cave was boiling with excitement.
The King of the Netherworld, Gatsby! This is a legend. It has become famous in the mainland as early as 700 years ago. Gatsby's identity is no higher than Stample's, and the strength of the two is close to the same level.
It is unjustifiable for such a strong man to be imprisoned in a bloody night castle.
"The Netherworld Dharma King!" Most people in the crowd began to exclaim that the Dharma King's identity was beyond their reach; the gap between a strong man at the beginning of the legendary realm and a person who had already reached the peak of the legendary realm was more than a thousand miles.
"Haha, Roll, I would like to say hello to your mentor! I didn't expect that I have been hiding here for nearly a thousand years, and today I finally found a use for it." Gatsby said arrogantly, and then his face became embarrassed.
"Roel, please help me quickly unlock the seal here."
Mickey Rohr was shocked in his heart, secretly saying that it is not easy to seal a legendary top power with such a seal. Judging from Gatsby's previous body skills, it is very easy to escape.
Is it possible that his strength has declined? It is a guess. Mickey Roar simply thought that his uncle gave him an opportunity to work hard and fulfill his filial piety, so he did not answer, summoned up all the advanced rules in his body, and pressed towards the sealed cabin.