In the deep darkness of the lonely darkness, a huge rectangular mound is displayed, unguarded and managed by anyone, and seems to have existed for a long time.

The more you go, the more ancient and corrupt the aura becomes, and scarlet, like ghostly fires will float out from time to time.

At this time, a corner of the corpses, broken bones, and heads scattered on the ground will appear, dragging longer and longer under the reflection of the red light.

And that kind of fear that is accompanied by death can definitely scare the hero level master to his heart's restlessness and be possessed.

"roar……"

In the alternation of illusions, a giant dragon roared silently, guiding it to lock in a haze.

It pounced over and emitted a pointed cone-shaped soul tsunami with thunder, savagely and ruthlessly.

"Who?!" Yurix, who was sleeping in the dark copper coffin, opened his eyes in a flash. As soon as the supreme majesty swept out, he was suppressed by an even more terrifying momentum.

Its pupils suddenly changed, and while a huge wave was ripped off in its heart, it slapped down with a palm and broke out of the coffin.

When I saw the appearance of the Xuande Dragon, there was still a skeleton heavy-knight armored warrior floating in the air and only fifty meters away from it.

Yurix's boiling blood was like watered by the melted ice water of the Wannian Snow Mountains.

The "cold heart and cool heart" that has not been relived for hundreds of years has once again appeared in the flesh and blood soul.

"Your Excellency, who are you? The Yuri clan seems to have never provoked you..."

Seeing Yurix, who was exploring the whistle and fleeing wildly, trying to escape into the darkness.

Sbaan grinned and rushed straight towards the other side like a shell.

The mysterious king dragon became even more amazing, and suddenly turned into a afterimage and disappeared, like a tarsal maggot, flashing behind the blood ghost shadow, the soul horn crashed into it fiercely, and immediately nailed Yurix into the void, and the whole body was all over.

twitch.

"I'm old, I'll use the third move to catch you, the fourth move... I really can't do anything about it!"

A slightly sighing voice echoed in my ears. The Holy Envoy of Helmet Bone, Sparan, and the Mysterious Dragon, turned around and abandoned the bloody man who had dissipated into a blood shadow, and turned to the position where the coffin was first placed.

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"The secret technique of blood inheritance·The realm of bone evil, sealed!!"

With a loud shout, the Xuanming Dragon stared at his fierce vertical pupils, and slapped the dragon's tail downwards, scattering a ball of blood mist.

In addition, the entire crypt rumbling and vibrating.

He didn't even breathe for half a breath, the walls broke, the falling rocks splashed, and there was no place intact in a blink of an eye.

"here we go……"

In the boudoir, Bai Wushang felt the violent vibration of his feet, his eyes slightly condensed and he was secretly looking forward to it.

The Rose Witch kneeling on the ground and the blood clan's eldest daughter Yuri Lis, who was wailing in pain, panicked at the same time.

The former is like a little chick who is wet in the rain, and his whole body is shaking because he has no hen's protection.

The latter has no soul and no sense, and the entire brain is filled with fear.

Yurix is ​​the pillar of the Yuri clan, and he is also one of the only three great ghost kings in the Twenty-One Ghost Street.

If it fails and falls under the mysterious ghost holy dragon claw, the impact on the Yuri clan will be devastating, and the changes in the ghost street pattern will be even more subversive!

"What's going on? Blood Fort collapsed!?"

Bai Wushang could sense movements from a distance, and those vampire dukes who were wandering around the Blood Castle could not become blind.

They stared at the tower covered in moss and unattainable in their minds instantly decomposed into countless metal fragments, and once thought they had been illusioned.

When I was shocked to realize that all perceptions were real, my horror rushed to my heart like a crazy bull.

How is that possible?!

The cultivation ground of our ancestors exploded?!

Some people who are lucky may suspect that accidents will lead to accidents.

Unexpectedly, just two steps closer, I saw a light gray dragon, slamming it from a high point towards a mottled blood shadow.

The Grand Duke Yuri, who was double-striped by the skeleton wall and the spiritual storm, could not escape from the realm without escaping. Finally, he was held in his hand with one claw and pinched into a round blood ball.

"Old...Old ancestor...is lost! Escape quickly!"

I don’t know who screamed, and the blood castle, which had been in silence all year round, suddenly became a hornet’s nest.

Even if we can see that many awakened dukes and marquises have had very short-term measurements and trade-offs with hesitation.

But none of them continued to get closer, but instead dragged their families and fled outside the Blood Fort.

Just kidding, my ancestor was fucked down after just a few breaths.

Now that I used to be able to give up people, would you be so uneasy?!

"Did I let you go?"

Sbaan glanced at Yurix, who was banned by the Mysterious Dragon, raised his head, and an unquestionable voice spread all over the world.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"

Another eight light gates are opened, Lei Yuan Bone Demon, Demon Vein Dragonfly, Three-Leaf Snow Girl, Skeleton Marshal... Eight heads are either extraordinary brave or cold legendary holy beasts, with clear division of labor and galloping in different directions.

They completely destroy the blood walls and blood shields that leave as obstacles in a destructive manner, knocking vampires of varying strength to the ground.

Most of them will be injured and preserved by their own life due to their exquisite combat skills and mysterious control skills.

There are also unlucky people, such as encountering the most violent "Thunder Abyss Bone Demon", even if it tries hard to restrain itself, the slightly dissipated thunder power is enough to erase the flesh and blood of the middle and low-level vampires.

"The dragon court has an order, the "Dragon Fighting Chicken" clan of the Ghost Street, the "Flying Zombie" clan, the "Falling Mouth Evil Dragon" clan, the "Golden Nematode" clan, the "Father" clan... and other eight tribes of ghost kings, limited to you a hundred

Arriving at the Vampire Castle within the mire, after the deadline... you will bear the consequences!"

The majesty of the ultimate body could not help but kneel down and crawl outwards at the speed of lightning.

In the streets and alleys, ghosts, demons, and lichs changed their colors, half awe and half confused, looking at the pillars of light rising in the Dark Blood Castle.

They don't know what's going on.

But I know, the Twenty-One Ghost Street... has changed!

"Big...Brother, with a message, how do you tell whether there is a fraud?... Are you really going?!"

In the giant nest, a large rooster with tendons and steel feathers was slowly spreading its wings and flying.

Listening to the timid inquiries coming from behind, it did not look back, but responded lightly:

"Go, you won't die."

"If you don't go, the Dragon Fighting Chicken Clan... may be gone."

"But... to some extent, we are natural enemies of the ordinary dragon clan and have never been peaceful..."

The second leader of the Dragon and Chicken at the peak of the king's body trembled.
Chapter completed!