Knight took a small step and circled around the seven servants kneeling in the ritual, without saying a word, but whoever dared to move would immediately slap over with a sword. After the two servants had blood marks on their faces, the seven servants knelt there in a quail-like manner, not daring to move!

"You, raise your head!" Although Knight's voice was still silly and was about the same height as the servant kneeling on the ground, he also had the majesty of the son of the duke.

A servant looked at the little feet in front of him, and when he heard the order, he didn't care that blood was still dripping from his face. He quickly raised his head, fearing that he would get another sword.

"Say, who sent you to monitor me?" Knight asked, and the fat little hand tightly held the hilt of the sword and looked at the servant's throat.

"Ah?" The servant never thought about it. The eight-year-old young master asked this. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Then, he could no longer speak, and the dagger forged by Xuegang penetrated his throat effortlessly.

Knight pulled out his dagger and let the lifeless servant pounce on the beach. Blood flowed out from the wound, and the light red light attached to the ritual was a little undetectable.

The sound of the dagger piercing the neck and the sound of the corpse falling to the ground naturally let these servants know what had just happened.

The young master, who is only eight years old, actually killed someone with a sword!

"Shao, Shao..." Dassault and Knight were most familiar with each other. They raised their heads and pointed to the bleeding corpse. Before they could finish a complete word, Knight raised his sword and sucked it back with a sword.

"Who allowed you to move?" Knight kept a sound without a trace of ups and downs.

He walked to another servant and ordered:

"You, raise your head!" The servant raised his head tremblingly, but he didn't even dare to look at Knight. His chin was trembling and his teeth kept colliding slightly.

"Say, who sent you to monitor me?" It was still the same question, and no word changed.

In fear, the servant instinctively wanted to look at the little manager, but forgot to reply.

"Puff!" Qian Zhuanxue's steel was extremely sharp and pierced his throat.

Knight drew his sword, blood was spurted out, and Knight moved his footsteps to avoid it, allowing the blood to spray, and the light red light on the ritual increased a little.

"I, Knight Longjiang, the son of the Duke of Longjiang, asks me, as a servant of the Longjiang family, dares to ignore it." Knight's calm statement seemed to be explaining the cause of the death of the servant.

"Young Master, we are Feng..." The little manager looked at the bodies of his two subordinates squintedly. He listened to Knight's calm voice without any movement. He was afraid that he would no longer be silent. He spoke in a hurry. Before he could even say the specific name, he saw a sharp blade as white as snow.

Xuegang's dagger inserted into the little manager's right eye without any pause. Knight twisted his chubby wrist gently, and then pulled it out. The blade was still as white as snow, and it was not stained with blood.

"The master talks, but the servant dares to interrupt." Knight looked at the little manager's body and threw himself to the ground, saying a statement.

"You, raise your head!"

"Say, who sent you to monitor me?"

These two sentences are still the same. Those who are unclear in words are killed, those who are hesitant and slow in hesitation are killed, and two more servants are killed, leaving only one servant, whose pants are soaked, and they fainted in fear.

"I like this beach father the most, I don't dare to pee on it!" Knight muttered, and then let the fainting servants never wake up with a casual sword.

Finally, Dassault was left, kneeling on the ritual that had been soaked in bright red by blood, shaking like a sieve.

Knight relaxed, all the seven servants, all young and strong adults. Although Knight had some training, he was still an eight-year-old child. If any servant wanted to resist, he would be very dangerous. Now only Dassault, whom he was most familiar with, was left. Knight's tense mood finally relaxed a little.

Knight squatted down and looked up at Dassault's face dripping with blood, tears of fear mixed with blood.

"Dassault, tell your young master, how does betrayal feel? Is it as delicious as the book is written, as it is covered with poison of honey?"

Sobbing and vague gasping in his throat, Dassault was defeated by fear.

"Young Master, it's the butler who asked them to watch you, Master. They also threatened me, saying that if you tell you that the Duke and Princess Lanjiang today, you will have to deal with Dassault's family."

"Dassault doesn't want to betray you, Master. Dassault listens to the young master the most. Dassault is just afraid!"

Dassault couldn't even kneel down, and lay on the ground, crying loudly.

"You deceived your master just because of these servants' threats."

"Oh!" Knight sighed like his father, then stood up, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbed the Snow Steel Sword from the back of Dassault's head until the last hilt.

The deaths of all the seven servants, the red light on the ritual is visible to the naked eye.

"Damn, use this as a sacrifice to trace back my bloodline!"

Knight prepared his offerings and made his own requests according to the ceremony.

The seven corpses in the ritual were wrapped in red light, blood was drawn out from the wound, and continued to flow into the ritual, and the ritual began to run.

Knight waited curiously. According to what the inheritance said, the ritual will summon an invisible existence called the Demon. After enjoying the sacrifice, the Demon will guide his spirit and trace the blood source of the blood used to arrange the ritual.

The red light on the ritual was turning faster and faster. Knight suddenly became in a trance and a figure appeared opposite him.

"Huh? It looks so familiar!" Knight looked at the figure opposite, with short golden hair, big blue eyes, and chubby cheeks like babies. He was eight or nine years old, and he was holding a bloodless snow-steel dagger in his hand.

Knight blinked, unable to believe it, and reached out to rub it again. After several times, he finally confirmed that he was himself, or his body, standing opposite him.

"What's going on? I'm summoning a demon, why did I summon myself into the ritual?"

Eight-year-old Knight was a little confused. At this time, a voice appeared in the ritual:

"Damn, use this as a sacrifice to trace back my bloodline!"

But it was Knight's own voice.

The sound fell, and in the ritual, the red light wrapped in the seven corpses flashed. Knight felt that his whole body was like a balloon, and the endless information was like a dragon's breath, which instantly blew his whole body to the limit.

The red light on the ritual began to shine, and the sun could not suppress the pure red blood.

The seven corpses as sacrifices began to wither under the operation of the ritual, wrinkles began to appear on the plump skin, the bright red blood slowly became transparent, and the seven souls bound by the ritual also began to dissipate.

Pure vitality is extracted, and the soul dissipates into invisible soul particles, which merge into the body of "Knight" in the ritual, strengthening the expanded shadow of Knight.

The feeling of bursting disappeared soon, Knight was stretched to the limit, and the lost consciousness was nourished by the soul particles and began to actively "digest" the sudden huge information.

Wanbi Lake reflects the golden sunshine into green, and the white-gold beach is shrouded in hazy red light. The golden blue and red light blends into one under the reflection of the cliff walls on both sides of Wanbi Lake, which is magnificent and dazzling.

Two Knights, one real, one illusory, one standing outside the complex ritual, and the other floating in the dazzling red ritual.

The illusory Knight seemed to suddenly understand what he should do. He opened his mouth and sucked it, swallowed the red light, and then turned into a hazy smoke and crashed into the real Knight's body.

"So, the bloodline is colorful!"

Knight plunged into the deep layer of his own bloodline. As he saw, particles of different colors, different compositions and shapes, and undetermined light.

While wandering, Knight could sense a very familiar aura from time to time.

"This is the same breath as my father's blood. The brand of the whale dragon's bloodline? It's so beautiful!" Knight sensed a brand of dark blue particles, which was like a large vortex, constantly rotating, as if swallowing something.

"This is the same as my grandfather's breath, the blood mark of the deep-sea waterfall ape? It's very spectacular. No wonder my grandfather's temper is so big!" The blood mark of the deep-sea waterfall ape is not blue, it is all faint, and it looks like a deep-sea submerged. It seems calm, but with a little sense of sensing, you can feel the volcanic explosive power contained in it!

"This is also very familiar. I have experienced it in the family's Heroic Spirit Sacrifice Pavilion, but I forgot the breath of which ancestor it was."

"And this one, this seems to be the breath of grandfather's father."

In the deeper layers of blood, Knight completely let go of himself, and the curiosity and innocence of the eight-year-old boy were revealed, wandering in it tirelessly.
Chapter completed!