Chapter 87 "Do I look easy to bully?" ...

After being beaten once, the vampire ancestor became obedient.

Appearing to be honest.

She no longer pretended to be a little girl that would lower people's vigilance, but instead became a sexy older sister, flirting with Xia Xifeng.

Xia Xifeng ignored him as usual and just kept urging the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan to lead the way quickly.

After mocking Xia Xifeng's lack of understanding, the Blood Clan's True Ancestor didn't mince words. "My Lord's Forbidden Land requires the consent of at least three Demon Kings before it can be opened. Since the divine war broke out, we've been waiting for our Lord's summons. Now that our Lord has appeared in Crimson City, they should agree to open the forbidden land. Wait a day, I'll notify them, and I'll take you there tomorrow."

Xia Xifeng agreed to rest in the vampire palace first.

After entering the luxurious room prepared by the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan, Xia Xifeng first opened the protective shield, and then moved out the workbench to make props.

Only half of the "Anti-Abyss Special Attack Semi-Artifact" remains in stock, but the materials are still available. In the territory of the Abyss Demons, it's never too careful.

Even with more gadgets, Xia Xifeng didn't believe he could defeat the three demon kings. But the demons of the abyss were selfish and self-centered, and without the oracle of the God of Evil, it was almost impossible for them to unite. Xia Xifeng believed he would be safe.

Of course, it won’t be 100% safe - in a world already engulfed in war, how can anything be 100% safe?

Xia Xifeng was busy rubbing props when handsome men and beautiful women from the vampire clan came to invite Xia Xifeng to a banquet. Xia Xifeng told them to get lost.

The Abyss has been invaded by the Outer Gods, and Crimson City is half-destroyed. Are you still in the mood for a party? Even halflings are less extravagant than you.

You guys are in the mood, but I'm not. Get lost.

Xia Xifeng had exhausted all his energy again and sat aside to rest.

He kept his eyes fixed on the panel, not even moving away when he was walking, eating, or rubbing the props.

Qin Lang's health bar rose and fell, never stopping.

Never! Stop!

After Xia Xifeng calmed down, he realized that the underlying logic of the gods in the dream world is "God loves the world."

This "worldly people" doesn't refer to any particular "person." In the game setting, when faced with the fate of the entire world, the native gods of the Dream World did not betray.

Even the Lord of the Abyss, the God of Evil, whose whereabouts are unknown, can be seen to have left a backup plan to resist the foreign gods and protect the abyss from being eroded by the foreign gods. It's just that He has never appeared, and perhaps He died early.

The main local gods must be aware of their identities and Qin Lang's identities, so Qin Lang's life will not be in danger.

They are just arrogant and have their own plans.

Qin Lang was probably dragged into another space to undergo the "Trial of God", which was why he couldn't contact him.

But why did the Trial of God capture Qin Lang alone? And why did it force Qin Lang to fight day and night?

Although the health bar did not drop to the warning line, judging from the fluctuations in the health bar, Qin Lang was attacked all day long with almost no rest.

Even though they haven't needed to eat or sleep for many days, and the food they eat is directly broken down by energy, and going to the toilet is not very necessary, Qin Lang will still feel tired and hurt when injured.

Xia Xifeng gritted his teeth. We're not begging the Evil God for anything, so why would he drag Qin Lang into the Trial of God? If he doesn't want to pay attention to us, we'll leave the abyss and let him face the Outer Gods on his own!

Qin Lang's health bar stopped decreasing and began to slowly rise. Another round of attacks ended, and he had a short ten-minute break.

Xia Xifeng closed his eyes and took a short nap.

When Xia Xifeng opened his eyes, Qin Lang's health bar dropped again.

He also stood up and walked to the workbench to continue rubbing the props.

…

Qin Lang put away another pair of broken swords.

After changing his clothes with one click, he sat cross-legged on the ground, took out some food and took a short rest.

After reaching Legend, he was not easily hungry. However, the food Xia Xifeng stuffed into his mouth had various buffs that could speed up his recovery.

Today's break time is fixed at ten minutes, enough for him to meditate for a while.

When Qin Lang closed his eyes and meditated.

Strands of gray lines appeared on the battlefield, sneaking towards Qin Lang like snakes and insects.

Qin Lang opened his eyes.

He opened the panel and checked it repeatedly, and continued to "look inward" to check his body and sea of ​​consciousness, and there was no problem at all.

Gray lines penetrated into Qin Lang's body one by one. He could not see or detect them, and only his intuition kept giving him warnings.

There was no time to think about it, the attack came again.

Qin Lang could only suppress his uneasiness and stand up to fight.

He frowned tightly and felt very unhappy.

In this world where strength is respected, he is too weak, so weak that even though he knows he is being plotted against, he can do nothing about it.

The light condensed from the two swords drilled into the head of the last corrupted giant undead like a drill. Qin Lang fell lightly from the air. When his feet stepped on the ground again, he took the time to take a look at Xia Xifeng's condition.

These days, only Xia Xifeng's blue bar and the number of items in his backpack have changed, so he should be safe.

Just as Qin Lang was about to look away and sit down to meditate and rest, Xia Xifeng's health bar suddenly dropped, and in an instant only one-third was left.

Qin Lang's eyes widened, his strength surged, his hairband broke and fell off, his hair fluttering.

A violent gust of wind radiated from him, and the ground cracked around where he stood. The ever-present hazy mist in the air vibrated and dispersed, and the shadow world, always covered with a dark filter, seemed to be dusted off.

The shockwaves continued to spread, and the screams of the undead were heard everywhere in the Shadow Realm.

Some undead fled towards the shockwave; some undead pounced into the shockwave, trying to tear the invaders apart - as soon as they came into contact with the outward-spreading gust of wind, they were torn apart themselves.

The Shadow Realm seemed to have suffered a natural disaster.

At this moment, a huge pressure fell, like an invisible cover, blocking the power released from Qin Lang's body.

The shock and the strong wind are contained within the hood.

Qin Lang looked up and vaguely saw two figures.

He finally saw it.

Not only did he see the hidden God of Death and God of Self, he also saw the reason why he had instinctively sounded the alarm before.

When Qin Lang's power suddenly went out of control, the surrounding gray lines also suddenly rose up, and the tiny snakes and insects expanded, like pythons with their mouths wide open, biting towards Qin Lang.

Qin Lang raised his two swords, and the sword light did cut the python's head, but it passed through the gray air to no avail.

The gray python enveloped Qin Lang and dissipated into gray mist. The mist formed a funnel with Qin Lang as the center, as if Qin Lang had actively absorbed the mist.

Of course Qin Lang was not proactive.

After the gray mist enveloped Qin Lang, Qin Lang couldn't even move a finger.

He watched helplessly as the strange things poured into his body, pouring into his body endlessly.

On the character panel, Qin Lang's level increased rapidly, while his health bar and blue bar decreased rapidly.

Until the health bar and blue bar drop to "1", the decline stops and the values ​​freeze.

Qin Lang's level reached the maximum level of 200.

The moment before he lost consciousness, he saw the system panel flickering and the character panel column was constantly distorted, with the words winding like ink splashed with water.

[Outer God's divinity detected...]

[Not divinity, Outer Godhead#￥%……]

[Not the Outer Godhead, the God of Self#%…]

【Host……】

Qin Lang understood and slowly raised his hands.

As his consciousness was swallowed by darkness, the two swords flew into the air.

It's not in the air.

The traces of the two swords' flight were strange, slow, winding, yet unwavering.

A space crack opened and a figure fell.

He clutched his chest and drew his sword: "Are all protectors of the Way so irritable?"

Another figure held a dagger, blood dripping from his palm. "You are indeed very violent. Your ego and godhood have been stripped away, and you are about to die."

"I won't die for the time being." The God of Self wiped his chest, and the scars disappeared, and even the torn clothes were intact.

The God of Death loosened his grip, the dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and the scars on his hands disappeared instantly.

"The Heavenly Father will surely be angry if we use the Guardians to experiment."

"I'm dying, so what? It's an interesting experiment, isn't it?"

"yes."

"Hahaha."

The God of Self's triumphant laughter echoed across the wastes of the Shadowlands.

He and the God of Death disappeared again, as if they had never appeared.

…

Xia Xifeng looked down at the blood-red knife that the vampire ancestor had stabbed into his waist.

The vampire ancestor standing beside Xia Xifeng smiled charmingly.

The Blood Clan's True Ancestor led Xia Xifeng to the forbidden land of the Evil God. The Crimson Prince was fortunate enough to accompany them and meet the Master of the Abyss together.

In front of the secret teleportation array deep in the vampire palace, the Crimson Prince kept adjusting his collar, looking very nervous.

Xia Xifeng stood there bored, waiting for the vampire ancestor to chant the spell and activate the teleportation array.

The teleportation array finally lit up, and the Blood Clan True Ancestor walked towards Xia Xifeng: "It's time."

She walked to Xia Xifeng's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Suddenly, she raised her hand.

The Crimson Prince, still nervously adjusting his formal attire, screamed. The body of this legendary vampire, a long-standing figure, exploded.

The blood mist condensed in an instant, and the blood-colored knife penetrated Xia Xifeng's protective shield, which had been open, and stabbed into Xia Xifeng's waist.

Black and twisted runes flowed out from the bloody knife, like dirty blood.

They wanted to climb onto Xia Xifeng's body and devour her.

"Do I look easy to bully?" Xia Xifeng seemed not to feel the pain of being pierced through the body, and his tone was very calm.

The True Ancestor of the Blood Clan blew a kiss to Xia Xifeng: "Please say hello to my true master, if you can survive the transformation. Hahahahaha..."

Xia Xifeng's tone remained calm: "Nice to see you again, Blood Moon's lackey."

The True Ancestor of the Blood Clan heard Xia Xifeng's words clearly, but did not understand them.

But she realized something and quickly lowered her head.

In her chest, a golden-red dagger pierced her heart.

She didn't feel any pain.

When she saw the dagger, she "remembered" that the moment her blood-red knife pierced Xia Xifeng's waist, the golden-red dagger in Xia Xifeng's hand also pierced her chest.

Although it was only a few seconds of trance, her mind was indeed in a trance.

Why?! Why is this happening?!

The True Ancestor of the Blood Clan wanted to escape by turning into blood mist or shadow, but she couldn't move.

The divinity of the sun burned fiercely in her body, and she felt a strong sense of malice and anger.

Why? Why did the sun go down into the abyss?

Her eyes fell on Xia Xifeng.

Xia Xifeng pulled out the dagger, and the bloody runes kept flowing, but they couldn't touch Xia Xifeng's body at all, and could only turn into mist and dissipate in vain.

She saw that there were several thin layers of light on Xia Xifeng's body, and on the outermost layer of all the light, a very light blue light was abruptly coated on it.

The colors of the light would interfere with each other, and the other lights did overlap and blur at some points, but that thin layer of blue light was strangely independent of all the lights.

Xia Xifeng swallowed the red pill he had created under his tongue, and the remaining one-third of his health bar rose rapidly.

Without combat skills, he can only rely on the power of the item itself.

The dagger transformed from the Sun Badge is too short.