Chapter 419:
Fan Feimu, who was standing beside Araya Zonglian, shook the glass in his hand, looking at the blushing blood in the glass with a fascinated expression.
"Isn't it good? It saves a lot of trouble, Mr. Araya."
Under the brilliant lights of the roof, the blood exudes a rainbow-like light, which is beautiful.
At a certain time, the blood extracted from the body of a pure girl who ate medicated food when she was a child, in a sense, this is the best 'food' that only those kings of the dead apostles are eligible to enjoy.
"However, that **** has also arrived. Although I am a little ashamed, it seems that my means can't work on him." Araya Zonglian said in a deep voice.
The only shots he took were the enchantment with the origin of 'stillness' as the core, and the inherent enchantment he was currently in, but it was too difficult to deal with the monster at the peak of the Age of Gods.
Fanfeim took a sip of blood and let the blood stain his lips.
"Oh, since that's the case, let me deal with that god. Speaking of which, I really miss it, the smell of god's blood."
"Mr. Fan can make a move, it is naturally the best." Huangye Zonglian said in a deep voice, there was no joy in his voice to get rid of the enemy, only the heavy sorrow.
"Then, let's trouble Mr. Araya. After all, walking down slowly is too much trouble."
Van Feim dropped the wine glass in his hand and listened to the sound of the glass breaking, letting the precious blood spilled on the brown-yellow tiles.
Huangye Zonglian nodded, made a handprint, and gave a low drink.
"—Su!"
The next second, Van Feim's figure suddenly disappeared from the hall.
"There are too many changes in character. What happened to the Fourteenth Patriarch?... Well, all I pray for is the end of the spiral."
Depressed voices echoed in the empty hall.
Passing through the door of the apartment, the first thing you see is a spacious rotunda, and in the center of the hall, a huge column like the spine of the apartment shows an unparalleled presence.
The level of the column is a wide elevator door, and in front of the elevator door, a figure stands there.
"Meeting for the first time, the Lord of the Crusades."
A polite greeting echoed softly in the hall.
You narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the figure in front of the elevator. A middle-aged man wearing a dark purple suit with long brown hair and a mustache bowed gracefully towards You.
The two rituals were stunned for a moment, turned their faces sideways, and looked at Yu with some doubts. 'The Lord of the Crusades, who is the Lord? ’
"Who are you?" Yu looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously.
Judging from his memory, he should have never seen the middle-aged man in front of him.
But the other party seemed to see the acquaintance's expression and the lingering hatred in his eyes, but told Yuu that the other party regarded himself as the enemy of life and death.
"Oh, that's right, after all, it's normal that you can't recognize me with this usurped body." The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said with a headache.
"Then, do you remember the tragic person who was sealed by you and the scarlet moon together 1,800 years ago?"
A voice filled with hatred resembling an abyss lingered in the air.
The strong aura of hatred emanating from the voice made the expressions of the two rituals change suddenly, and they took a few steps back.
Yu took a step forward, stood in front of the two rituals, and looked at each other suspiciously.
You blinked and said in a weird tone. "Eighteen hundred years ago, or joined forces with Zhu Yue?"
Regardless of whether he was just in his early 30s this year, in the face of death feud, he has always killed the opponent's body and spirit, and he would deliberately seal the opponent.
This kind of foolish practice of sealing the other party and worrying about the other party's revenge day and night, who would do it!
"Sorry, I don't remember, but who are you anyway?" You raised his right hand, licked his ear with his pinky finger, squinting the dead fish's eyes, and said in a flat tone.
"Hehehehehehe~"
Weird laughter kept coming from the middle-aged man's mouth.
He covered half of his face with those white-gloved hands, stared at the scarlet dead apostle's eyes, and looked at Yu with incomparable disgust.
"Then I'll let you remember, remember my name—
—Dark Six Kingdoms! ! "
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Chapter 471 The prelude kicks off
boom-! ! !
The roar suddenly exploded.
Long before the loud noise came out, Yu's figure had long since disappeared from the hall door, spanning dozens of meters, and suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man who claimed to be the Dark Six Kings.
Without any communication, a fleshy palm pressed down on the back of the head of the Six Kings from top to bottom, and slammed it directly into the ground with ten thousand force.
The brown-yellow stone bricks burst open immediately, and as the stone bricks shattered, the yellow-brown stone powder suddenly filled the hall.
The pupils of the two ceremonies shrank, and they quickly covered Qiong's nose, and withdrew in small steps, exiting the dusty and foggy hall.
boom-! ! ! boom-! ! ! boom-! ! !
There was a rapid and continuous roar, as if a Behemoth beast was splashing in the hall, and the large apartment composed of 10,000 tons of cement trembled constantly.
After a while, the roar gradually stopped.
With the breeze, the dust and mist gradually dissipated, and the hall of the apartment suddenly attracted the attention of the two ceremonies.
The ground paved with brown-yellow tiles has long since disappeared, replaced by huge potholes dozens of meters deep.
The two rituals clenched the tachi in their hands, and their little feet in clogs crossed the gravel and steel bars on the ground and came to the edge of the pothole.
The top of the pothole is the apartment foundation with a thickness of 6 meters. However, the foundation that can support the load of 10,000 tons has already been violently blasted through, and even went deep into the ground for dozens of meters, exposing the ground.br>br>
The burst sewer pipe was continuously draining domestic water into the ground. With sharp eyes, the two rituals saw Yu standing in the center of the pothole.
Yu looked coldly at the red and white entangled flesh on the ground, which was the color of the brain and the flesh.
Aware of the eyes of the two rituals, Yun shook the red and white stains on her hands, and said slightly sideways. "Shi, step back, the next battle is not something you can intervene in."
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
Rhythmic high-fives sounded softly.
On the other side of the pothole facing the two ceremonies across the bank, the six Dark Kings in good shape stood on the edge of the pothole, clapping their hands with white gloves.
