Chapter 263 Blood Shadow Disaster (Part 3)
“Aba Aba Aba…”
"Beep beep beep beep..."
Several people discussed the issue of male favorites for a long time, but they couldn't come to any reliable conclusion.
However, they very much agree with Blood Ancestor's approach.
Using the blood of the Blood Ancestor and the power of the 'Poison Bottle', we can improve the physical fitness of humans and even transform them into our own people.
This will expand the ranks of the vampires and increase their strength in terms of root concentration.
Previously, there was a guy who didn't know how to live or die. He offended the Blood Ancestor and was then rewarded to them. In the end, he was bled, skinned, and eaten, and all the "resources" in his body were not wasted at all.
Very tonic.
"Huh? Why are you here again?"
A hint of doubt flashed across the silver-haired man's face.
This person is called the Blood Ancestor, not because he is the Blood Ancestor, but because the title of "Blood Ancestor" is inherited from ancestors and is the most outstanding in this lineage. It is a title that can only be obtained after being recognized by everyone.
Now, he is the most powerful vampire in this area. He has received a lot of inheritance and power from his predecessors. His combat effectiveness is constantly soaring, and his mind is filled with combat knowledge.
The appearance of Xiao Eleven made him realize that something that was originally impossible to accomplish had hope.
However, in order to accomplish this task, the most basic requirement is that he must be a member of the vampire clan. Therefore, the Blood Ancestor used his own blood to "transform" him into a member of the vampire clan.
However, he didn't expect that in addition to those two people, there would be such a powerful guy flying from a distance, and he had obviously discovered them.
"You guys,"
The silver-haired man interrupted their discussion, his face a little serious: "You guys go back first, there's a big guy here, you'll only be a hindrance if you stay here."
"Ah? Is there danger?"
One of them asked doubtfully.
The other people rolled their eyes at him madly, gave him a slap on the head, and dragged him towards the fortress.
"Xuezu, be careful."
"Um."
…
"Who are you? Tell me your name!"
Xuan Ming did not answer. After looking around, his gaze finally fixed on the person in front of him, and he sensed a faint aura.
"Xuan Ming. Who are you?"
"You can call me Blood Ancestor."
The former's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment of cognition and perception, he asked with a strange look: "Your name is 'Blood Ancestor', right?"
"That's right!" The silver-haired man admitted it openly.
"No wonder you are not as powerful as the First Ancestor. With your current strength, how dare you accept the title of Blood Ancestor? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the gods for your unworthy position?"
Xuan Ming stared at the former and asked with a smile.
"This title of mine is recognized by my clan members and inherited from my ancestors. How can you say that I am unworthy of the position?
Besides, this is the territory of my Blood Ancestor. As an outsider, you are so aggressive as soon as you come in. Aren’t you afraid that I will call on all the tribes to convict you as an invader? ”
Xuan Ming gripped the hilt of the sword and smiled calmly:
"If that's the way it is, then you send people to suck the blood of the human race, regard them as your food, drink their blood and eat their flesh at will, so aren't you also invaders?
How come it's my turn now? I haven't even made a move yet, just asked a question, and I've become an invader? ”
The latter snorted, raised his sword and pointed at the Blood Ancestor: "Give back the man you captured earlier! Give him to me, and I will leave without saying anything."
The latter picked his ears and smiled:
"I don't understand what you are talking about. I have at least a few hundred thousand people under my command. I really don't know who you are talking about."
Xuan Ming opened his mouth, and his expression suddenly became subtle.
He didn't even have a portrait of Xiao Eleven in his hand.
I miscalculated. It's really a little troublesome to find someone in this way. But it doesn't matter. As long as I don't take out Xiao Shiyi's portrait, no one will know that I don't have his portrait!
"Your acting skills are not bad, but since you are recognized by so many tribesmen, it means you are still intelligent. You naturally know who I am talking about. This is the last time. Let him go and I will leave."
"Oh? What if I say no?"
The silver-haired man chuckled and asked with narrowed eyes.
"Then I'm afraid I can only use force."
The sound of swords rang out in the air. Xuan Ming raised the sword in his hand, drew several circles in the air, and then turned into a bright lock circle, instantly appearing behind the former and flying towards his neck.
bite!
A weapon like an axe appeared in the Blood Ancestor's hand and directly broke the ring into pieces.
However, the moment he used the axe, several wounds appeared on his body and a few drops of blood flowed out.
"Give it or not?!"
"Don't even think about it, I won't give it to you!"
Boom boom boom! !
Bang bang bang! !
Peng Cha Cha! !
A series of crackling sounds rang out between the two men. Swords and knives have no eyes, and in the blink of an eye they had collided countless times, leaving many wounds on their bodies.
“Hoohoo… so strong!”
The silver-haired man was gasping for breath, with more and more scars on his body, some of which were caused by Xuan Ming's hacking, and some were passive damage caused by the axe in his hand.
"Given your age and your current fighting power, it's no wonder they can't beat you. It's reasonable. After all, you are a half-immortal, only two points weaker than me, while they are still in the Mahayana realm.
This is essentially a gap.
But your cultivation is inherited from your ancestors after all, not cultivated by yourself, so it must be very uncomfortable to use it, right?
And your weapon is quite interesting. It injures one thousand enemies but hurts eight hundred of your own. I really don't know who made it. It's a very good weapon. ”
Hearing Xuan Ming's ironic voice, the silver-haired man chuckled.
"What do you care? Come again!"
"You'll die if you keep doing this."
The former frowned. His purpose was just to make the latter retreat instead of seeking death. Besides, if he really killed him, where would he find Xiao Eleven?
"What do you care! Kill!" The Blood Ancestor roared, and three rays of light flew out from his waist, which were the 'Blood Cup', the 'Poison Bottle', and the 'Magic Mirror'.
Together with the 'Axe of Punishment' in his hand, the four holy weapons of the blood clan are gathered in one!
This is the heritage of their lineage for tens of thousands of years! Now he has taken them all out, it seems he really wants to kill!
Xuan Ming frowned wildly. He didn't understand what went wrong that made this silver-haired man do this and even make such a big sacrifice and expose his trump card!
"Today, either you die or I..."
"Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring..."
Suddenly, the air became quiet.
A small bell flew out from the Blood Ancestor's sleeve, and kept swinging in front of him, making a ding-ding-ding sound, and then a cheerful laughter that sounded like a bell came from it.
"Brother! Did you hear that? Where are you? I've already prepared the meal, why haven't you come back yet? Humph, you lied to me again!"
"No! Listen to me, sister. I have something to deal with here. I'll get back to you later."
"No! You just promised me yesterday morning! Why did you do it again that evening...dudu..."
The Blood Ancestor shook his head helplessly, put the bell back into his sleeve, and smiled dotingly: "Really, you are still so naughty! It's a pity that I... "
“Crunch!”
Xuan Ming put away his sword and patted his belly: "Since your sister has prepared the meal, let's eat right away! I think you won't mind having one more mouth to feed!"
"???"
The former's face twitched, and he subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"
Xuan Ming coughed a few times: "Why, you are not welcome?"
Xue Zu nodded: "Brother, we are fighting! You want to come to my house for dinner, is that appropriate?"
“It fits!”
"...Can you eat spicy food?" The silver-haired man held it in for a long time and asked shyly.
“More cumin!”
"Okay, this way please!"
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