Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

In the world of Jamfu, there is a martial arts master who has trained his internal organs to the extreme. He can blow a cup into powder and hold an iron into clay.

The internal organs of the Tang and Song Dynasties at this time were far superior to those of the martial arts masters, especially the two Taibai essences nurtured between the two lungs.

Not to mention blowing a cup into powder, even blowing steel into powder is just a matter of opening your mouth.

In one breath, a vampire was blown into dust, the smoke dissipated, and in the dust, a drop of blood fell to the ground.

Tang Song gently moved his palm, and the invisible wind carried the bright red blood and fell back into his palm.

Blood balls as thick as the little finger floated in the palms of Tang and Song Dynasties, spinning silently.

It is hard to imagine that the total blood in a vampire's body is less than half a tael.

But this ball of blood is also the essence of vampires.

The blood of vampires is a great tonic for both zombies and some spirits.

Feeding a bronze-armored corpse with just this little blood can save at least ten days of training.

Tang Song's index finger gently rubbed the jade finger on his thumb. Suddenly, there was a sound of metal scales rubbing against the black jade finger, and a black snake head suddenly poked out and swallowed the blood droplets on his palm into his mouth.

After swallowing the blood droplets, the black snake head turned around without hesitation and glanced at all the vampires present with his cold eyes. The greed in the snake's eyes made all the vampires present shudder involuntarily.

After swallowing the blood beads in Tang Song's palm, the black snake made a hissing sound and obediently transformed into a black jade finger ring.

Only the roar of guns and the wails of dead vampires echoed on the dance floor.

Daofeng looked at Tang Song's back, his Adam's apple became loose, he couldn't help but swallow, and tightly clasped the silver-plated dart in his hand.

Tang Song turned around and glanced at him with calm eyes. Daofeng couldn't help but take a step back and forced an awkward smile on his face.

"These are all good ingredients! Since you're hungry, go ahead and eat!"

Tang Song gave Daofeng a warning look and ignored him.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at the many shivering vampires in the ballroom and sighed.

As soon as Tang Song finished speaking, a black shadow flew out of Tang Song's hands.

The long black shadow of the chopstick turned into a black lightning in mid-air, swimming quickly among the vampires.

Even with a vampire's dynamic vision far beyond that of ordinary people, all he could see was a fleeting black shadow.

In the end, they couldn't even see their shadows. All they could see were their companions who fell down one by one and turned into mummies.

In just a few breaths, Nuoda's ballroom became empty.

"Quinn?"

The sound of the cane clicking on the ground was heard.

On the dance floor bar, the only surviving vampire DJ was kneeling on the ground, feeling a cold thing crawling on the back of his neck.

He could even feel the cold touch of the sharp fangs of the snake on his neck touching his skin.

The trembling Quinn looked at the white leather shoes that appeared in front of him, and he raised his head tremblingly.

"Don't, don't kill me. If you kill me, Dickon won't let you go!"

"You won't let me go?" Tang Song repeated with an evil smile, raised his cane, and touched the back of the vampire's hand.

Poof!

The cane penetrated directly through the back of Quinn's hand, nailing it to the ground.

"ah……"

Quinn let out a shrill scream, and the painful wail echoed in the ballroom.

Bo! Tang Song pulled out his cane and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The screams stopped suddenly, and Kun En endured the pain, raised his head, and looked at Tang Song with a pitiful expression, his scarlet eyes full of pleading.

Afraid of death, afraid of death!

Tang Song smiled slightly: "I ask, you answer. If you make a mistake, you know what will happen!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Quinn had his cane stuffed in his mouth and could only nod vigorously.

"There are rumors in the dark world that Dickon has made big moves recently! What is it planning? Can you tell me?"

Tang Song raised his cane and wiped the saliva on it with Quinn's leather coat.

Hearing Tang Song's question, Quinn trembled. He was indeed afraid of the man in front of him, but Dickon, a lunatic, was not easy to mess with?

As if feeling his hesitation, Tang Song pressed down with his cane. Quinn suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing on his body, and he collapsed to the ground with a pop.

"I said, I said," Quinn felt the cane behind his back getting stronger and stronger, and he said in horror:

"Blood God, Dickenface wants to summon the Blood God. He wants to rule mankind and make this world a world of vampires!"

Blood God, what?

Tang and Song Dynasties turned their attention to Dao Feng, who had a better understanding of vampire history.

Dao Feng explained solemnly:

"The Blood God is a legend in the history of vampires. Some people say that he is the descendant of Cain, the oldest second-generation vampire. Some people say that he is one of the sources of vampires just like Cain."

"No matter what it is, the existence of the Blood God is extremely terrifying. If Dickenface succeeds, it will be a catastrophe for mankind!"

Catastrophe, Tang and Song Dynasties scorned this statement.

A blood god who doesn't know the so-called blood god is a catastrophe to mankind, so what is Thanos holding the Infinity Gauntlet?

I really think that the bald mage currently entrenched on the top of the snow-capped mountains is just for a living.

Mephisto, the real latitude demon and lord of hell, only dared to develop one or two knights secretly like a thief on Earth.

If you really let Him come in real form, he will lose unless his brains are knocked out.

To be honest, the Tang and Song Dynasties were very afraid of this kind of existence that could play with time and see the future.

Who knows, in a certain timeline, he will turn into a world-destroying demon, which will arouse the dissatisfaction of this bald mage and directly wipe him out from the source.

However, judging from more than two years, it seems that the bald mage has little interest in him.

"I remember that if you want to summon a taboo existence like the Blood God, the requirements are very strict. You need at least the blood of thousands of pure girls and the sacrifices of twelve pure-blood vampires. Is Dickenface crazy?"

Tang and Song didn't care about the blood god, but the blade was extremely excited.

Over the years, under the influence of his adoptive father, he has become a qualified vampire hunter. He is well aware of the cruelty of vampires.

They look like humans, but in their hearts they regard humans as chickens, ducks and geese, no different from poultry.

It is only because of the power of human thermal weapons that they signed the "Coexistence Treaty" with humans.

If Dickenface really succeeds, then the whole of New York will probably turn into a purgatory.

"Where's Dickenface?"

Blade excitedly grabbed Quinn's collar, pulled him up, and questioned him with wide eyes.

"Ahem!" Kun En looked at the blade and spat out blood. He didn't know if he thought about it or gave up.

It suddenly let out a burst of laughter:

"Sun Walker, don't be too happy. In addition to the sacrifices you mentioned, summoning the Blood God also requires a Sun Walker as the main sacrifice. You are dead!"

"Just let it come!" Dao Feng smiled coldly, revealing a row of white teeth.

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"This place is nice. Tell Ryan to decorate it and turn it into a theme nightclub!"

Several gunmen were cleaning the battlefield. The half-dead Quinn's limbs were nailed to teak stakes, his mouth was stuffed with a ball, and he was locked in an iron cage containing a live pig.

Tang Song stroked the black snake that was drowsy after swallowing too much vampire essence and blood in his palm, and ordered Frank.

Frank nodded to the side with a stinking face. Apparently, this man at the peak of human combat power had been hit again.

"Tang, the matter of the Blood God is very important. I need to go back to see the priest and explain it to him face to face!"

Dao Feng bid farewell to Tang and Song with a solemn expression. Dao Feng had to pay attention to what he had just tortured from Kun En's mouth.

"Say hello to Father Dekle for me!" Tang Song said politely, ignoring Blade's frequent glances at Quinn.

Dao Fian's plump lips opened again and again, and finally he chose to turn around and leave.

Tang Song touched the little black snake in his palm that was about to transform into a monster, and watched the blade leave.

"Go back and interrogate this vampire carefully and see where the vampires are in New York," Tang Song told Frank:

"Dig out the people and companies who manage their accounts," Tang Song then muttered to himself:

"A group that has accumulated wealth for more than two hundred years, hey, it is still an illegal gang. I wonder how much money it can exchange for!"

…………

"A blood hall was raided! Who did it?"
To be continued...