Needless to say, this person is also a strong person who has reached the level of Spirit King. There is no doubt about this.
"Do you want to go out?" Rohr stopped and turned back to the old man who spoke.
The old man shook his head in disbelief, then nodded violently, and said excitedly: "Well, yes, as long as you let me out, you can do whatever you want."
Mickey Rohr smiled, turned his back to the old man, and asked blankly: "If you give me everything you have, then is there any point in living if you go out?"
Hearing such words, the old man had no doubt at all. He nodded fiercely without even questioning and said: "Freedom, I want freedom."
Looking at the old man's longing eyes, Luo Er smiled even colder.
"I'm sorry, senior. Which of the masters here doesn't want freedom? But this is what you lack. In addition to freedom, you still have the qualifications to show off when you are alive."
"What do you mean?"
Luo Er scratched the tip of his nose and said with an unclear smile: "Don't you understand? What I mean by this Marquis is that you can be free. Fortunately, you met me, and I can grant you what you yearn for."
"Haha, okay! If that's the case, let's do it quickly; I can't wait any longer."
"ah……"
The old man suddenly stopped talking, and Twilight looked at Mickey Roar blankly, his eyes empty, and a series of dark electric lights emerged from his pupils.
At this moment, the other strong men in the cave felt suffocated. They saw the gentle and gentle Michiroel before, dealing with the old man who spoke with a smile on his face.
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.
.
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 was red; the blood light ball condensed and formed, following the energy of his fingertips, it 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 blood legend brings effects and influences that other races cannot usually whisper. Putting aside its powerful strength, the passivity and blood rules of the blood race 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 his own vagina. The timid old men who were afraid of death shouted sternly: "Boy, you can't hurt me without the order of your vampire elders."
Ours.”
Rohr had no time to take this into account. 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 Roll 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 his deep sense of 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 at the rear. The energy of this vibration was more delicate than anyone's voice before. It barely 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 powerhouse with such a seal. Judging from Gatsby's previous movement skills, it is very easy to escape.
Is it possible that his strength has declined? It's just a guess. Mickey Roar simply thought that his uncle gave him an opportunity to work hard and fulfill his filial piety, so he didn't answer. He summoned up all the advanced rules in his body and pressed towards the sealed cabin.
Go up.
The energy was triggered, and Mickey Rohr's body and consciousness were suffocated. The blood beam was like a dead tree in spring, full of elasticity under the intrusion of external forces; the rebounding impact made Rohr's heart darken.
Inside, Gatsby saw Rolle's powerlessness. Through the void but thick energy barrier, Gatsby could clearly see that Mickey Rolle was sweating profusely.
"It seems that I underestimated the rules of blood! Didn't my mentor Stambo say it's very easy?" Mickey Roar thought anxiously, and couldn't help but increase the power of blood night energy.
The energy was triggered, and Mickey Rohr's body and consciousness were suffocated. The blood beam was like a dead tree in spring, full of elasticity under the intrusion of external forces; the rebounding impact made Rohr's heart darken.
Inside, Gatsby saw Rolle's powerlessness. Through the void but thick energy barrier, Gatsby could clearly see that Mickey Rolle was sweating profusely.
"It seems that I underestimated the rules of blood! Didn't my mentor Stambo say it's very easy?" Mickey Roar thought anxiously, and couldn't help but increase the power of blood night energy.
Scarlet blood was injected into the sealed cabin, but it could not erode away the light mask that sealed the surface energy. Gatsby, who was trapped inside, saw that the situation was not good, and immediately cooperated with Mickey Roll to fight from the inside out.
The energy of the two penetrated the seal cabin, and the seemingly thin seal energy became more and more vivid. Finally, a red-black energy water column emerged. Ancient runes and mysterious spells were carved on the column, which looked like mercury pouring down the ground.
Humorous and effortless.
Gatsby released the energy quenching from within. After seeing similar runes and spells, his expression suddenly changed drastically.