Above the dome, clouds are stacked, like an old man from ancient times, with his upper body standing in the top of the clouds, and a strict breath permeates every corner of the extreme north. The old man's huge light and shadow are like the gods of the heavenly palace, with a sense of oppression.
Force every bloody person.
The tornado stood, wrapped around the Queen of the North and Lan Wuxin.
Qingge stood in blood, clenched the Ming King's knife in her hand, and she squinted her eyes and looked at the old man.
According to Yingwu Hou, some powerful people, even if they are thousands of miles away, can appear in combat situations.
Of course, the combat power of the virtual body is one tenth of that of the original body, but for a real strong man, one tenth is enough.
And this is the old man's virtual body.
Judging from the changes in expressions of Mei Qingchen and others, Qingge also knew that the old man had great prestige and status in the blood clan.
However, even so, she would not let it go.
The lives of the two generals will never be sacrificed heroically.
Qingge ignored it and stimulated the Blood Demon Flower, which was restrained by the fireworks. In an instant, thousands of red dots floated in the sky, and the red dots turned into a blood evil light blade.
The two light blades transformed into a blood demon flower under the catalysis of Qingge, but she saw her step on the blood demon flower and headed towards Lan Wuxin, who was protected by the tornado, with lightning. Her murderous intent was unstoppable.
If she wants to kill someone, she will not slackew even if she pursues thousands of miles.
Lan Wuxin was confused and had her eyes that became a gap, looking at Qingge lazily.
Seeing Qingge galloping, Lan Wuxin's body kept shaking. When she subconsciously looked up and saw the old man's light and shadow, her mouth opened slightly, full of fear.
I'm afraid she would never have thought that this matter would be solved by our ancestors.
A transparent spiritual barrier fell from the sky, isolating Qingge and Lan Wuxin.
Qingge stood on the other side of the barrier, looking at Lan Wuxin with anger and bloodshot eyes, but saw her instilling evil spirits into Mingwang Knife.
A knife slashed down at the barrier, and the red and white aura exploded on the barrier, but several invisible cracks appeared on the barrier, which looked like glass.
"Huh--"
The old man sighed in surprise, and his eyes were filled with surprise when he looked at Qingge.
The suppressed Blood Demon Flower is full of evil spirits. If Qingge had not suffered a thunder strike, it would have been difficult to control it.
Mei Qingchen, Fen Que and others also looked at Qingge in disbelief. They knew how powerful the ancestors of the blood clan were. However, Qingge could actually strike out a crack in this spiritual barrier...
Qingge stepped on the Blood Demon Flower and hanged in the sky. She was not afraid and looked at her ancestors coldly, "The blood clan is a hidden clan, and only the heads of various major forces know about it. The blood clan people eat bloodthirsty
However, thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the blood clan did not want the blood clan to become a terrifying and dark existence in this continent. They set rules and had to drink the blood of the beast. From then on, they reproduced and thrived in unknown places and were not allowed to interact with the human race.
Intermarriage, you must be respected in the blood clan. I think it is a reasonable person. Lan Wuxin killed me and sucked my soldiers, sucked my human blood, and became a mummy. Is this kind of account necessary to be calculated? Otherwise, it would be contrary to the teachings of the ancestors of the blood clan, isn't it?
?”
The voice of a girl is sonorous and powerful.
Every word is a bit gem, and it hits the nail on the head.
The eyes of the crowd gather here.
The ancestor of the blood clan looked at Qingge carefully. After a long time, he placed his eyes on Lan Wuxin, his voice was dead, as if he was talking to himself, "Murder?"
Not only that, Mei Qingchen, Fen Que and Lan Wu were all startled to be surprised.
Except for Lan Wu, they all came from the blood clan. Naturally, they knew that although the blood clan members could suck blood, they were so cruel that they could suck into mummies. Even if they knew the details of Lan Wuxin, they could not do it.
When they came just now, they were too worried about Lan Wuxin's safety and did not put their concerns on the mummies.
Lan Wuxin's eyes dodged a little, as if she was afraid of something being discovered...
"Little girl, Lan Wuxin is the youngest elder of the blood clan. She cannot give her life to you."
The ancestor said: "I feel very guilty about the death of the soldiers in the massacre army. Just make a request. As long as I can do it, I will do my best."
Qingge snorted coldly and turned his head slightly, "What if I do, what if Lan Wuxin's life?"
The old man's face was no longer kind and gentle, and there was more sharp eagle and falcon. "Do you know the consequences of offending the blood clan?"
"Then do you know the consequences of offending me?"
The rampant Tao of Qingge seems to be discussing the weather today, but it also seems to be guiding the country in the world.
Even when facing the ancestor of the blood clan, she can still chat and laugh, not afraid of any majesty, and if she deserves to kill, she has to kill.
On this thorny and bloody road, has anyone ever seen her retreat?
The old man narrowed his turbid pupils, and suddenly, his huge hand stretched towards Qingge. Qingge was tight and alert. The evil spirit was ready to move, ready to go, she was like a leopard dormant in the jungle, at any time
Punch the prey and kill it with one blow.
However, the old man easily snatched away the Mingwang sword from her hand. In the old man's hand, the blade of the Mingwang sword seemed to be expanding, and it was more than several times larger.
Qingge was puzzled and looked vigilantly at the old man who had a dangerous aura all over his body.
But the old man was holding a knife and wanted to cut it down.
Click!
Blood splattered everywhere, and an arm fell to the ground, piled up into a pool of blood, and it spasmed a few times.
Lan Wuxin in the tornado barely screamed and fainted.
Qingge looked down at the cut-off hand, then looked at Lan Wuxin again, with a look of ink.
"How is it, are you satisfied?" said the ancestor.
Qingge was silent.
Not satisfied, of course she is not satisfied.
She and Lan Wuxin are separated by a deep hatred. With Lan Wuxin's personality, she will definitely be determined to die and persevere, and she is also a person who will eliminate the roots without any mercy.
However, she was not a reckless person. Now, under the strength of the blood clan ancestor, she was shocked every step. Moreover, her ancestors had already given her a way out.
However, she didn't need this step. What she wanted was Lan Wuxin's life. Otherwise, how would she face the massacre army?
"Little girl, do you believe it? As long as I think about it, everyone present, including you, will be wiped out. The deceased is gone. Let's be sad. If you are willful, those who are alive will become dead."
The old man's voice was very kind, but it was full of threat.
Qingge can hear the threat in his words.
However, this was heard in her mind, and it was a voice transmission from the soul, but others could not hear it.
She lowered her eyes, turned her head to look at the Queen of the North, and then looked at the ancestors.
The meaning is self-evident.
The Queen of the Far North, she wants it!
The ancestor smiled faintly, "This woman has a close relationship with the blood clan. Sorry, you don't have the right to choose."
Qingge lowered his head and looked at the vivid faces of the soldiers of the massacre army. His chest was filled with one after another, as if there were burning hot flames.
After a long time, she closed her eyes. (To be continued)