The red-robed priest ignored Zhao Changqing and abandoned Zhao Zhixuan.
The two brothers were close together, and eight red-robed priests surrounded them, walking counterclockwise with a strange rhythm.
"Zhixuan, wake up!" Zhao Changqing shouted at the top of his lungs, drying his throat.
Zhao Zhixuan's double eyelids were as thick as lead. He raised his eyebrows with difficulty and said, "Brother, wait a little longer."
"What?" Zhao Changqing approached like crazy.
The fierce tiger stood nearby and winked at the red priest, "Let's start the ceremony. These two young masters of the Zhao family are direct descendants. Although they have lost power, the experts who look after them will probably not be too relaxed. It won't be long before they realize something is wrong.
Chasing after you can still cause us some little trouble."
"The master's plan is still being deployed, and it is really not suitable for the Zhao family to catch his tail."
Another voice came from one of the eight red priests, but it was difficult to tell who it was. This person was obviously a master hiding in the secret.
"Will the rose really come?" The tiger licked his ear and flicked a piece of earwax away.
The master hiding in the dark did not continue to respond.
The robes of the eight blood-clad priests slowly lit up, and the dark blood stains glowed brightly, like blooming roses.
At this time, Zhao Changqing screamed, and the five fingers of his right hand twisted and deformed, turning into the claws of beasts.
歘!!!
The claws are sharper than swords.
The three-inch long nails shone with black iron light and penetrated straight through Zhao Zhixuan's left shoulder blade.
The blood trickled down like a spring, and Zhao Changqing shook his head wildly, "No, it can't be done."
However, his right hand was out of his control and moved diagonally downward inch by inch.
"Cut open the chests of blood relatives, swallow the hearts inside, break the taboo power hidden in the blood, and awaken the bestiality in the dark side of human nature..."
The eight priests spoke plausibly and chanted something similar to scriptures.
Zhao Changqing's left hand held his right hand tightly, but the power of his right hand was surprisingly strong and could not be completely controlled, but the speed of movement dropped slightly.
"Get away, get away. I can do it. I don't need to swallow my brother's heart. I can still successfully awaken!"
Zhao Changqing cried and shed tears.
The tiger leaned not far away, tutted twice, and said jokingly:
"It's useless. The ceremony has already begun. You can't stop. Even if they are not around you, you will still long for the heart, the source of blood."
Zhao Changqing's eyes were red, and he tried his best to activate the power of Scarlet Shura, but the extraordinary energy in his body completely lost its effectiveness, as if it had never existed.
3 seconds, 6 seconds, 9 seconds...
He relied on his will to remain in a stalemate, but his right arm completely transformed into a beast's claw covered with black hair, and his strength was three times greater than the original.
A deep gash was cut from Zhao Zhixuan's shoulder blade to his chest. Through the gash, broken ribs and a pounding heart could be vaguely seen.
"Brother~~~"
Zhao Zhixuan opened his mouth, which was filled with blood foam.
Zhao Changqing pulled his right hand, like a monster with infinite brute force.
"I was wrong, I should have listened to you."
"No, it's okay." Zhao Zhixuan slurred, "Brother, come closer, I, I'm so cold."
Zhao Changqing shook his head desperately, "No, no, no, no..."
Next to him, the tiger said impatiently: "It's so troublesome. Just take out his brother's heart and force-feed it."
The hidden master among the eight blood-clothed priests denied: "Absolutely not. An important part of the suspicion is the intense emotion of killing his relatives and loved ones with his own hands."
His words seemed to fit the strange scriptures chanted by the blood-clothed priests: "Profound sin shapes the door to the truth. The prisoner who opens the door faces the self in the abyss and recovers the nature of God..."
The priest's voice became louder and louder, and the phantom light of the shining rose on the bloody clothes became more brilliant.
Every pore on Zhao Changqing's body was flowing with pitch-black substance, which condensed to form thick black hairs.
The left hand trembled and deformed, the bones gradually twisted, the palm became more than twice as wide as before, the fingers stretched abnormally, and the nails grew rapidly.
After a while, Zhao Changqing's skull turned into a wolf's head, with sticky saliva dripping from his sharp fangs.
Bah la~ Bah la~ Bah la~
The cement floor was corroded by saliva and had multiple hemispherical black dents as thick as a thumb.
"Ouch!!!!!!!"
(don't want!!!!!!!)
Zhao Changqing's right paw squeezed Zhao Zhixuan's heart tightly.
He felt the young blood in his heart, hot and warm, full of unparalleled attraction.
Gulu~~Gulu~~Gulu~~
He shed tears and drooled at the same time, wandering at the crossroads between human nature and animal nature.
At this time, a figure flashed in the shadows.
The tiger exhaled a breath, "Gan, are you from the Zhao family?"
Before he finished speaking, his body erupted with powerful energy, which spread out and condensed a blood-red soul shadow behind him.
Tigers, jackals, hyenas, vultures...
There are dozens of them, big and small!
昘昘昘! 昘昘……
The shadow of the soul is like the wind, passing through the air, bringing with it a subtle caressing sound.
The figure in the shadow is none other than Li Xuanchen.
He shouted loudly: "If you street rats don't stay in the wilderness, why don't you come to City 36 and seek death?"
Along with the sound, the ground, walls, ditches... wherever shadows exist, the rich darkness gathers and turns into a pure black cold weapon.
Swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, axes and hooks...
Blood and pure black collided, bursting out waves of energy. The ripples spread and spread, surging in the empty sewer.
The walls and the ground shook violently, dust spilled from the gaps between the connections, and sewage in the ditch splashed like waterfalls.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the blink of an eye, the fierce tiger and Li Xuanchen exchanged offensive and defensive moves more than a dozen times, too fast for ordinary people's eyes to catch.
In the distance, Wang Jun was hiding behind a raised cement column, with half of his head exposed, recording this battle between lv3 extraordinary beings with his left eye.
I had seen a battle between Li Xuanchen and Kuisi before. At that time, their strength was too low, and their eyesight was not good enough to keep up. They were only focused on escaping, and there was no other superfluous feeling except a sense of oppression.
This moment is completely different, Wang Jun is hiding in a semi-safe area.
The left eye has a built-in Lingyun chip, and the dynamic vision of the eyeball is far greater than before.
He could clearly see the exchange of moves between the two - the battle between energy and energy, just like two painters using air as their canvas, occupying space with paint representing their respective colors.
Conquer the city!!!
An idiom flashed in Wang Jun's mind for no reason.
When strong men fight, every bit of energy in their hands is a soldier, and a ounce of energy is a team of soldiers.
Whether the soldiers and horses are strong or not can certainly determine the strength of the army.
But the commander's tactical awareness and command skills are the key to determining victory or defeat.
I couldn't understand it before, but I can understand it now.
Wang Jun only felt that it was extremely exciting, and even the rumbling sounds he heard from time to time seemed like animation clips.
"How is it? Do you understand?" Qiangwei's voice sounded leisurely.
"Fortunately, we can barely capture the traces of the battle." Wang Jun turned around and saw Qiangwei wearing unique neon clothes.
Different from the bright red neon dress of the standard personality, the skirt, cuffs, and neckline of this neon dress are all made of black lace, and are permed with bright silver lines.
Qiangwei said: "It's not bad. At level 1, you have the eyesight that can keep up with the battle of a level 3 transcendent. This shows that you have enough fighting talent."
Wang Jun hummed and turned his head again, "Aren't you going to help?"
"Don't worry, it's true that the guys from the Blood Worshiping Faction are ruthless people, but their real characteristic is caution." Qiangwei pursed her lips, "A person is hated by all forces, and is even pursued internally by the Blood Hunters.
The strange organization that kills people has lasted for more than 480 years from its birth to today, so one can imagine their tenacious vitality."
Meeting you was their greatest misfortune... Wang Jun did not look back, secretly cursing in his heart.
Qiangwei suddenly said: "Your client is dying, why don't you feel worried?"
"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven." Wang Jun shook his head slightly, "Since you said there are masters hiding in the dark, then if I come forward now, it is no different than risking death. Instead of increasing casualties, it is better to wait quietly and wait until the right time to help me.
The employer’s remuneration is considered worthy of the deposit he gave me.”
Hearing this, Qiangwei tilted her head and leaned close to Wang Jun's ear.
"Your speaking style is a bit strange."
Wang Jun pretended not to hear and continued to scan with his left eye.
Qiangwei added: "I have only encountered this style in a few top killers I have occasionally come into contact with."
Wang Jun hummed and then said nothing.
"Actually, the person hiding in the secret must be hidden among the 8 priests, but I can't effectively distinguish him." Qiangwei's words were full of expectation.
"You want me to find that person." Wang Jun understood what she meant.
She nodded, "The fact that you can see through my evolution shows that you have extraordinary eyesight. I think you can find it."
"Give me 15 seconds." Wang Jun thought for a while and replied.
Qiangwei's eyes flashed, and her tone was quite cheerful: "Okay."
Subsequently, Wang Jun expanded the scanned objects.
As time passed, Zhao Changqing was completely alienated and turned into a werewolf wearing black fur and ragged clothes. The reason in his eyes was gone, and only the appetite for blood was left.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
The claws are like blades, slashing diagonally, slashing horizontally and slashing vertically.
A large triangular hole was opened in Zhao Zhixuan's chest, but the heart inside was intact.
Zhao Changqing buried his head and opened his mouth wide.
At the same time, ten pieces of information appeared in front of Wang Jun's eyes, corresponding to the identities of ten people.
Among them, Li Xuanchen has a name, Fierce Tiger has a codename, and the other eight people have three question marks in the column of their evolutionary trees.
None of the eight priests were entered into the chip, and their information did not exist... Wang Jun understood clearly and pointed at one of the eight priests.
"The energy in this person's body is similar to the other seven, but not the same. It's like it's at a higher level."
Qiangwei chuckled, "Thank you."
After saying this, I saw two colors of light shining around Qiangwei's body, one was green ink, and the other was blood red.
The light shines very clearly in the sewer.
"Who?!" The tiger was alert, condensing huge blood cells to wrap around Li Xuanchen, and then looked suddenly.
Wang Jun hid his head and gestured with his thumb, "Sister Qiangwei, give him a second."
Rose's dark eyebrows raised slightly, she nodded and said, "Okay."
As soon as the words fell, a blood-red hazy figure gathered on her left, and a long-legged beauty with a dark green whirlwind flashed out on her right.
"It's you!" The tiger was shocked.
At this time, Li Xuanchen's voice burst out, "You dare to be distracted when fighting against me."
Dark black shadow spears emerged from the ground.
The spear is like a swimming dragon, and the pursuit is like chasing the wind.
歘!歘!歘歘……
The tiger lost the opportunity, and because it was shocked by the arrival of Rose, its flank was cut open by the spear of shadow.
Blood was spilled all over the floor, and he seemed to feel no pain. There was only anger in his eyes.
"Traitor, if you dare to show up, I will kill you."
His legs slammed onto the ground, and the cement pavement was shattered into powder. The cracks sunk downwards, outlining a pit with a diameter of two meters.
Immediately afterwards, the tiger absorbed all the energy in his body, and dozens of blood shadows returned to his body.
Li Xuanchen broke through the blood balls, chased after him, and fired out his fists like machine guns.
"Ola Ola Ola Ola~~~~"
Shadow Gun·Infinite Continuous Fire.
The tiger sneered, and the muscles in his body swelled and exploded, and the skin on his body fester in a second, revealing the weird tattoos underneath his skin.
The blue-black lines are like squirming nematodes, extending as they squirm.
Bang bang bang bang!
clang clang clang clang!
The impact of the fist and the back produced two sounds at the same time. When combined together, it sounded like Master Wang upstairs was renovating the room and smashing the walls with an 80-meter sledgehammer.
Li Xuanchen looked puzzled, "It doesn't work?"
Not only did it not work, the tiger's thin body was baptized by Li Xuanchen's offensive, and the body's frame and muscles expanded a lot.
At this time, Qiangwei flew through the air, her blood-red figure, and the long-legged Royal Sister attacked and killed her at the same time.
The former kicks the tiger's face, while the latter hits the tiger's lower body.
Bang! Bang!
Still that weird sound.
The tiger grinned and roared: "Qiangwei, you must die for me."
As the words fell to the ground, a ball of condensed and contracted energy gathered in his mouth.
The sphere is not big, only half the size of a fist, but the energy in it is terrifying and has exceeded the limit of level 3.
"Dodge, this move is a way to absorb the energy attacking yourself and then return the attack after hoarding it." Wang Jun reminded.
"It's too late!" The tiger slapped its chest with both hands and spit out a stream of red light.
The blood-red figure's chest penetrated, revealing a big hole.
The long-legged lady's waist was broken into two parts, and her face was full of incredible expressions.
Seeing this scene, the tiger's eyes flashed with joy, and he raised his hand to pinch their heads.
"No, it's empty, it's a scam!"
Just as the tiger reacted, there was a sudden pain in his chest. When he looked down, he didn't know when there was a hole that was transparent from the front to the back.
"Are you allowed to learn new tricks?" Qiangwei's sarcasm floated in the air.
The tiger turned back suddenly, "Don't think you can kill me like this."
Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank rapidly, and he was about to take steps to chase after her.
A black trench coat passed by, and thick shadows surrounded the surroundings, isolating a shadow space.
Li Xuanchen said quietly: "Your opponent is me."
Through the translucent wall of shadow, Tiger witnessed Rose interfering with the ceremony, and a flash of pride flashed in his eyes.
The Eight Ghosts are here, just in time to send you to death... The tiger said: "She doesn't even know who she is about to face, she is already dead."
"Fight and fight, don't talk so much nonsense." Li Xuanchen was unmoved and stepped forward.
Ceremony area.
The Eight Ghosts have a surname - Su, and his full name is Su Eight Ghosts.
Seeing that Rose's true body was about to fall into the ceremony, his hands hidden under the blood-red robe condensed their own seals.
The robes of every blood-clothed priest around him were flowing with blood, and in the blink of an eye, they formed waves of blood, overwhelmingly rushing toward the rose.
At the same time, Zhao Changqing, who transformed into a crazy werewolf, took out Zhao Zhixuan's heart, swallowed it whole in his mouth, and then howled at Qiangwei.
Rose's figure is like a ghost, continuously changing directions in the air.
"The Eight Square Formation of Vampires, the Prison of Death!"
Su Bagui's gloomy voice sounded from the mouths of the eight blood-robed priests.
"Do you think you hid it well?" Qiangwei's voice was like the cold wind from hell, chilling Su Bagui's heart.
No, there is someone behind him... Thoughts flashed through his mind, and his body instinctively sent out an alarm - dodge, must dodge.
stamp!!!
Qiangwei, who was dressed in a gorgeous silver dance costume, wore nine-centimeter high heels and raised her right hand high above her head.
Her palm passed through Su Bagui's heart, holding a beating heart in her palm.
Su Bagui said: "No..."
"Everyone from the Blood Worshiping Sect should die." Qiangwei crushed the heart and threw Su Bagui's body away.
Then, he took three steps forward and delivered a forward punch.
Zhao Changqing, who turned into a werewolf, was beaten three meters away.
Dressed in black, Qiangwei followed Zhao Changqing like a ghost, strangled Zhao Changqing's throat, removed Zhao Changqing's chin, then tore off the throat and took out the heart that had not yet fallen into the abdomen.
"Gan, how does that bitch know where Yagui's true identity is?"
The tiger kicked Li Xuanchen away with one leg, then quickly formed a seal with his hands in front of his chest.
Li Xuanchen shouted: "Don't leave!"
Thousands of shadowy palms surround the tiger.
The tiger's body expanded rapidly and exploded into a ball of bloody fireworks.
Intense energy breaks through the shadow blockade.
Immediately afterwards, a thin figure quickly rushed into the distance.
And this direction happens to be where Wang Jun is.