Monarch of Evernight

Zhao Jundu's eyes fluttered with purple sky fire. He took Li Manlan's gaze silently. “I don't want to do much either. I'm just worried that your means are not clean enough. It's inevitable that there will be a leaking fish to help. ”

Li Manlan suddenly sharply glanced at the score, cold-blooded: “Even if one or two grubby fish are dying to struggle, they will not escape from the hands of this child. Don't bother! ”

Zhao Jundu stood still in the air. He didn't mean to go yet. He seemed to ask, "Really? I wonder which groceries Lam was going to kill first? ”

“Of course it's those two demons.” Lee Man-lan replied without hesitation.

Zhao Jundu suddenly had an accident. “Oh, Lord Lan is so windy, would you rather get hurt yourself? ”

Zhao Jundu and Li Fenlan could see clearly. Of the several Viscounts, two devils intended to make a secret escape, in the direction of Thousand Nights and the Earl of the Devil. The three blood clans intend to fight Li Lan, trying to force Li Lan to give way to a way of life with the same fate. If he cannot escape, he will also have to bite him hard before he dies.

If Lee Man-lan intends to kill the demons first, he will have to resist the attack of the three blood Viscounts with one self. Although Lee Man-lan's force far outweighs his opponents, like most human wars, he has no physical defense skills. Even if he counts advanced armor and force defense, the three blood Viscounts are nearly killed and more or less injured.

When Zhao Jundu said this, Li Fenlan realized there was something wrong with what he had just said. He laughed a few times and said: “How many people do you want to hurt me? ”

Originally, Li Manlan thought that such a strong scene would inevitably attract the irony of Zhao Jundu, but I didn't expect Zhao Jundu to nod his head and say "yes”, making Li Manlan almost think he heard wrong.

For a while, instead, Li Wanlan did not know what to say. The two people stood opposite each other and fell into silence.

Li Manlan and Zhao Jundu are the leading players in the younger generation of the Empire. Not only are they strong in battle, but they are also extremely intelligent and intelligent. After a breath of silence, they both find that the other party behaved abnormally, which means that neither one of them left.

Zhao Jundu first said: “Enemy is rampant, please make yourselves at home. ”

Li Fenlan shouted twice, "This place has a great view, just the whole picture. The notebook can also live in high spirits to see how the war is. Why waste your time here, Master Zhao? ”

Speaking of which, both of them were forced to look into the ruins. They are masterful talents. Although the movement is obscure, they immediately perceive the intentions of the other party as suspicious.

In the ruins below, there is a deep, bottomless hole, not knowing how many floors penetrated, which was collided with the Earl of the Devil at a thousand nights. It's just that deep down in the cave, the force is so violent that it's impossible to see what's going on down there.

Zhao Jundu and Li Manlan have been known to each other for a long time. Although they feel that the other party won't do it behind their backs, because of Zhao Valve and Li's relationship, no one is willing to leave their backs to each other. For a moment, they are stuck.

Zhao Jundu's tone turned cold. “Son Lan, let's get this over with. Thousand Nights is my Zhao Valve man, I'm going to go down to check it out, but you can't stay here, please. ”

Li Manlan also laughed coldly, “Thousand nights didn't sell himself to Zhao Valve, how can you be Zhao Valve's person? You can afford it, the book can afford it. Besides, the book just wants to see the scenery here. So what? ”

Zhao Jundu's face was heavy and the blade on the biscuit blade grew longer. Li Fenlan's body surrounded by cold air slowly condensed from nothingness into a piece of frost.

Deep in the castle, the Thousand Nights and the Earl of the Devil are fighting closely, surrounded by ruins of collapse, the Heavy Sword of Dongyue cannot be deployed at all, and the Long Sword of the Earl of the Devil has become burdensome. Both sides, though holding arms tightly, mostly fight each other with their fists and feet.

Without a few fights, the Earl of the Devil is called Undisputed. Every part of the body is harder than stainless steel for thousands of nights, shoulder bumps, hammers, elbows, knees chiseled, remembered heavy, every impact makes him feel like he hit a mountain running at full speed.

Between the turns, the Earl of the Devil was dizzy, his skeleton rattled, and one of his tails flipped out abnormally.

The Earl of the Devil knew full well that it was against his enemies in short order, but there was no way to reverse the situation. He had no chance to escape from the stormy melee attacks of the thousand nights, and the realm of both sides was glued together. The Count felt like he was in the deep sea, pressed down by enormous water pressure, and it would take a lot of effort not to drown, let alone to float and distance the two sides.

Watching his defense begin to loosen, near collapse and despair, the Demonic Count suddenly opened his vertical eyes again, bloody filling his golden eyes.

The star-eyed python reappeared, and a sip of black gas as thick as a sticky soup sprayed head-on into the thousand nights, wrapping the entire thousand nights together. As soon as this black breath emerged, the Demonic Count's face immediately grew miserable, the wrinkles quickly climbed all over his face, instantly as if he were centuries-old, and the smell became incredibly weak.

His eyes flashed with madness and joy, staring dead at the creeping black gas in front of him. This is the essence of his lifelong cultivation, like the poison sting of a bee, and when it erupts, he is not far from death, but it is also very powerful accordingly. Even if he were to win a human war three levels above him, he would no doubt die, turning into a white bone in a matter of minutes.

The Earl of the Devil held on to his body and opened his eyes. He had to see the body for a thousand nights before he could die willingly.

The black gas creep suddenly became fierce, and several dark golden lights were emitted from the black gas, and then it kept spinning, cutting out lane cracks on the black gas like a sharp blade. He could hardly believe what he had seen when blood seemed in the vertical eyes of the Earl of the Devil, seeping into his eyes and in a mist of red blood.

That black gas, which brought together his lifetime of gifted essence, was actually a special force, and the dark golden light, of course, meant that in the struggle at the level of the force, his gifted magic had failed more than once, and the defeat had simply fallen without suspension. Looking at the two great camps of everlasting dawn, only a few of the legendary top forces can do it.

Reach out and tear it in half! The creeping black magic screamed like a soul, and the Earl of the Devil trembled all over his body, as if he felt the same intense pain.

Coming out of his demonic temper at night, his robe was broken all over his body, his armor was eaten out of several large holes, and his bare skin was blurred. But now that the thousand nights have won the battle at the force level, these are just minor flesh injuries that will soon heal themselves.

Indeed, the dark golden light floated all night, and the wound was filled with a thick cluster of dark golden fog. The residual dark magic was washed away, and it was seen that the flesh in the wound of the white bone began to grow wildly. This rate of recovery should never have appeared on humans at all.

The Earl of the Devil suddenly shook his whole body, pointing to the dark golden light that floated on his body for a thousand nights, trembling: “You, you are not human! Blood, native species!! Despicable...”

Until then, the Earl of Demons discovered that those dark golden lights were not the Force of Dawn, but blood! A kind of blood he'd never heard of, of such a high grade that he could easily crush his gifted magic. Along with the power on the everlasting side, high class blood gas is more resistant to magic than those attributes on the dawn side are pure forces.

The higher and higher voice of the Earl of the Devil stopped, and one step ahead of the thousand nights, the blood sucking blade broke directly into his nuclear furnace. The Count must be full of shock, hatred and unwillingness, but no syllables can be delivered. The light faded in his eyes, and a drop of dark blood like ink seeped out of his eyebrows, and he died.

There was only one drop of sperm in the blood suction blade.

This drop of sperm blood is incredibly heavy. The hand holding the blood sucking blade for thousands of nights actually sinks down. It just feels like a drop of burning mercury rolls into the body. The blood immediately boils over. Even the dark gold gas becomes incredibly active. It is an instant boiling blood state.

He opened his mouth suddenly for a thousand nights, exhaling a turbidity of depression in his chest. But he sprayed it, it was a fire!

Burning hot inside the body for thousands of nights, every corner is like burning. The drop of sperm blood of the Earl of the Devil has dissolved and is integrated into every muscle of the body following a pendulum of blood. With its stimulus, the nucleus began to pulse vigorously at night, and a ray of burning gold continued to gush out of the nucleus, not only covered in torso, but spreading around.

Suddenly there was an unbearable itch in the nucleus, as if something had broken out of the earth after the rain.

At night, consciousness sinks into the body, and new grains are constantly being produced deep inside the nucleus, and the nucleus increases accordingly, expanding by at least a third in the blink of an eye, and the grains on it become much larger. The ancient essence that was originally embedded in the wound was a small circle and seemed to have been absorbed by the nucleus.

As the nucleus grows, the heat in the thousand nights finally slowly subsides. He moved his body for a moment and felt that every corner was filled with explosive power. He grabbed it from the rubble and immediately broke a corner from the hard slab, as easy as pulling a tofu. Thousands of nights twisting fingers, stones turning into powder, in the process, not even deliberate force.

Fluttering, the blood nucleus suddenly contracted like a heart, a thousand nights of trance, unconscious into a familiar space, the long river of blood reappeared in front of his eyes, accompanied by a deep power, countless inherited knowledge poured into his mind like a tide.

Over the ruins, Zhao Jundu and Li Manlan were facing each other, and their faces changed dramatically, looking up to the sky. Above the sky, in the void, it seems that a mysterious door has been opened and an unspeakable, ancient, cold, barbaric atmosphere is pouring down.

It's the smell of chestnuts for them, cold, powerful, as if they were carrying hundreds of millions of years.

At this moment, on a distant Twilight continent, Hubbs' glass suddenly broke and the orange syrup splashed onto his master's handmade gown. This happened to Prince Hubbs, who had just received the title of crown of fire, and you can see how shocked his heart was at this moment.

The hall was instantly silent and the eyes of the crowd gathered on Habs. The blood fluctuations between the crowns of the fire caused an invisible storm that suffocated almost all guests in the lobby.

Among those closest to the throne is a highly respected elderly lineage who, although still only of the rank of Marquis, is the old minister who watched Hubbs grow from a teenager. In this atmosphere of serenity, he dared to take two steps and asked: "Your Highness, what happened? ”

Habs glanced at everyone and looked at himself, thinking a little: “I don't know if that's good news or bad news. Just now, I felt the smell of the Blood River again, but I didn't know who touched the power of the Holy River. ”

Boom, the hall is boiling!