Chapter 30: The murderous intent deep in the soul (2)

The Indian Ocean is blue and clear, and occasionally seabirds can be seen flying by, making strange "quack" sounds. In the blue sky, it is as far away as clear as the clouds, as soft as shaved, soft as fairy beds.

At this time, a white cloud seemed to be an orphan that had just been separated, or as if it had just been generated by the water vapor in the sea, slowly coming with the wind, as if there was no goal, drifting with the waves, the clouds moved with the wind, and the wind moved with the heart, and in the misty, I didn't know where the goal was.

Suddenly, a cough sounded from the white clouds, but a young man looked pale, and there was still a trace of scarlet left on the corner of his mouth. He was obviously seriously injured. The young man looked at his feet, sighed, and said, "Fortunately, he was still on the sea. Fang Chen was really lucky and finally escaped from the tiger's mouth. Oh, no, it was the wolf's mouth."

It turned out that this person was Fang Chen, the real person of fortune who had just escaped from China. Although he had decided to go to Europe, it was always an upsetting thing to follow with four tails behind him. In desperation, he had to use the cunning, treacherous and suspicious character of the wolf clan to use the empty city strategy again. He exhausted the last trace of magic power in his body, changed the white clouds to red clouds, pretending to be in internal injuries, and his magic power was reversal. Finally, he deceived the four wolf kings again and successfully escaped the pursuit. However, because the magic power was exhausted all over his body, he fainted gloriously. Fortunately, the martial arts practiced by Fang Chen were naturally close to the clouds. In addition, the thicker clouds and endless sea provided Fang Chen with endless clouds, which was dragged until Fang Chen woke up.

"It's so dangerous!" Fang Chen once again touched the sweat on his forehead for escaping the cage. He quickly observed the situation in his body silently, but he saw that the soul shrank and his magic power became exhausted in the purple palace, as if it was about to disappear. Only a trace of milky white spiritual energy flew out of the fiery red gourd. Fang Chen knew that it was the spiritual energy that Dinghaizhu had absorbed billions of years. Because the host's magic power was exhausted, he slowly transferred the income from billions of years. But after all, it was not Fang Chen's own absorption, and the absorption speed was much slower.

"Cheating!" Fang Chen suddenly sighed to the sky. Perhaps if he hadn't been injured too much this time and almost damaged the Dao Foundation, he probably wouldn't know that there was boundless spiritual energy hidden in Dinghaizhu. With this spiritual energy, Fang Chen would probably no longer have to worry about not being able to find a suitable place in Europe, a well-developed industrial area, to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and temper his own magic power in the future.

"Help!" An English call for help woke Fang Chen up. He looked over with compassion, but saw a black bat flying from a distance, thousands of feet behind him, several white lights flew over. Looking at the flying white light, Fang Chen's heart moved and couldn't help but take out the iron rod, but struggled for a while before he put it away. "Why do I hate it when I look at that white light! I can't help but a murderous intent surged up!" Fang Chen frowned.

"The magical Eastern monk, save my life." The bat seemed to see Fang Chen's doubts and quickly said it again, but this time it was in Chinese.

"You are the vampire of the West!" Fang Chen's mud ball moved, and a huge golden light of merit stormed out. The bat was a dark creature. When he saw the golden light squirting out, he couldn't help but scream, and his wings flapped his wings until he left the range of the golden light. He turned into a handsome young man, with a pale face, but elegant temperament, wearing a black suit, if it weren't for a blood hole as big as a fist on his shoulder, he would be a good artist.

"The powerful Eastern monk, I am Rodhain, a Kamalima League. I am an artist, not a member of the demon party. There is a damn church behind me, and I will ask the powerful Eastern monk to save me." The vampire artist who calls himself Rodhain.

"That Eastern monk, you have crossed the boundary." A cold and arrogant voice came from afar. Fang Chen opened his eyes and looked over, but at some point, several white lights had already landed dozens of meters in front of him. Three or four young men surrounded by a handsome and elegant golden warrior. The one who spoke was the golden warrior.

"Cross the boundary? How do you say this?" Fang Chen asked strangely.

"When you left the mountain, did your master not tell you the East-West agreement? You must not enter the other party's territory without permission. This place is under the management of our Western Holy See." The handsome and handsome knight said proudly.

"The road is facing the sky, go one side." Fang Chen insisted on holding the disgust deep in his soul, and said coldly: "What's more, this is the high seas, why can't I leave if you leave?"

“Bold.”

"presumptuous."

"Looking for death." The young men behind the golden armor shouted with big swords or staff in their hands.

"Oriental monk, I think you are also a man who has just left the mountain gate. The person in front of you is my evil creature in the West, just like your demon in the East, oh, the devil, they all want to be eliminated." Golden Armor looked at Fang Chen, and saw that he was sitting upright on his head, without a trace of fear on his face, and quickly explained: "He likes to suck people's blood, and then turn that person into his descendant, and be controlled by him." Golden Armor said all this, and a trace of coldness appeared on his face. A person with his identity as a person who could explain so much to Fang Chen was already worthy of face. If it weren't for the fact that Fang Chen was a man who was flying in the clouds and came from the magical East, he would have long regarded him as a pagan.

"No." Seeing Fang Chen's face changed drastically, Rodhain quickly explained: "I am a member of the Secret Party. Although I suck blood, I bought blood from the blood bank to eat. I did not take the initiative to suck other people's blood. Even if I develop descendants, both sides are willing to develop each other." Rodhain was very unlucky. He was originally the direct bloodline of the Rhodes family, but he liked painting. This time he held a painting exhibition in the United States. Unexpectedly, he met a person from the Holy See. He was just a new marquis, and he was not an opponent of so many church knights. In desperation, he had to escape to Europe. It was safe to return to his family's base. Unfortunately, the other party was not a simple person. He fought all the way. Although he was fast, he was still seriously injured. Now he could only rely on this magical and powerful Eastern monk to carry forward the fine traditions of China and save his life with compassion.

"What other party besides the secret party?" Fang Chenqi asked.

"There are also the demon party, which is our feud. They are synonymous with evil, they like to kill, ugly things, horror, and kill humans at will. Unlike us." Rodhain suddenly said righteously.

"This Golden Brother, this God has the virtue of living a life, do you think..." Fang Chen suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. After all, he was about to reach the other party's territory, so it would be better to be careful.

"Bold, you damn pagan." A follower shouted and cursed with the sword in his hand: "Besides, even you have killed. The damn pagan dares to block the glory of God."
Chapter completed!