The devil is coming

Chapter 669 Forbidden Spell
Is this a threat?
Oh no,
This is not a threat;
At least in A Ming's view, not really.
This is a choice, a friendly mutual aid from the same kind of people.
The vampires have their own pride, and at the same time, they also have a very high sense of identity with the same race. They believe that their life level is higher than that of humans. At the same time, they regard humans as their own supplies, their own blood bank, equivalent to... meals.
Moreover, at this moment, there is no need to analyze the pros and cons. First, time does not allow, and second, it is not necessary.
A Ming didn't know who the swordsman in front of him was, but he felt that this old man should know something;
But, they were all captured anyway;
Maybe, they will all end up in a cage.
But while being put into a cage by himself,
I would also give him an exquisite cup, pour delicious red wine into it, and clink glasses with each other elegantly.
Therefore,
Should I choose the swordsman in front of me or red wine?
The old man gave the answer.
Even though the two of them were fighting to the death before, even if he could almost fuse the fellow race in front of him at that moment, when the situation suddenly turned to the current situation,
Everything seemed to be logical.
The old man laughed,
He used his nails to first prick open the palm of his hand, and then pricked the skin on A Ming's neck, which had just partially healed itself, and connected the two wounds together.
"Unfamiliar tribesman with an oriental face, I admit that I smell a particularly delicate scent from you, but I still have to remind you that the person in front of you is not an opponent you can deal with at this time;
of course,
With my blood to replenish you, you can endure a few more cuts. This may be what I can give you, the last warmth and greetings between the same clan. "
"Oh, this damn translation accent."
A Ming sighed and continued:
“But it’s so nostalgic.”
The swordsman's face began to become very cold, so cold that it seemed as if there was a layer of dead skin attached to it;
He raised his knife,
But he didn't take the initiative to charge over.
But start to accumulate strength,
A layer of Gang Qi began to brew and turn over from the blade.
The space in the cellar is not large, and he seems to be aware of the way vampires fight. Tear-off at close range often gives the opponent more advantages. The method of exchanging injuries for injuries is what they are best at and like to see.
Therefore, he planned to use the safest way, to force the strong wind to slowly smash and kill it.
The immortality of the vampires is not immortality in the true sense, but the way they die is slightly different from that of ordinary people. Their sustenance comes from blood rather than important organs such as organs. Putting aside the brain, which is the worst point, other parts of the body , can be hardened in a regenerative way, but it is nothing more than killing a few more times.
"People with Eastern faces, there is a passage under the cellar bed."
The old man conveyed this message in an almost inaudible voice.
A Ming's eyes didn't look there at all.
At this time, he was carrying a blood bag;
Ok,
To use another way of describing it that Fan Li likes, it is like having an extra blue stripe.
Myself,
Finally, I can find some glory that belonged to the past.
escape?
It's impossible to escape.
He now longs for a training partner to appear in front of him. He is not afraid that he is strong, but also worried that he is too weak.
The opponent began to accumulate strength,
A Ming also put his hands in front of him,
in the throat,
make a solemn sound;
At first, the old man lying on A Ming's back actually gave up all hope for the situation, but when A Ming started chanting a spell, the old man was amused:
"Are you actually chanting the forbidden curse? Hahahaha...Hahaha...when facing death...are you already so unbearable..."
A Ming ignored him.
The spells and magic continued;
next moment,
A black hexagonal star appeared at A Ming's feet.
The old man was stunned because he felt that the blood in his body was rushing crazily into A Ming's body!
"Damn...damn...damn...the forbidden curse was activated by you...how is it possible...how is it possible..."
At this moment, the swordsman on the opposite side, who was holding a long sword with a sword, also showed a look of surprise in his eyes.
Because the feeling brewed by the person in front of him made him feel a great threat.
"No... Stop... Stop... What on earth is going on... Why are there people of the same race who know how to use the blood magic forbidden spells in the east..."
The old man felt that his world view had collapsed.
To know,
in the West,
Even a third-level magician cannot use the forbidden spell alone without relying on external force.
Forbidden spell level magic is basically triggered by some group methods or by using ancient magic scrolls.
Able to use forbidden spells on his own,
It is equivalent to the Eastern Swordsman and Warrior opening the second level alone.
Definitely one of the rarest among the rare!
But the old man knew clearly,
Is this group magic?
Although, if you include yourself, you are two people, but do you count yourself as a person?
He was only responsible for the transportation of blood, and the old man could see clearly that the vampire under him had a special and delicate aura. He did not take out any scrolls or magic instruments.
He simply intertwined their fingers,
Simply chanting a mantra,
then,
Simply to release this forbidden curse.
This feeling is like a person who read the Four Books and Five Classics once and then went to the National Science Center to get a big three yuan.
And next,
A Ming's voice,
The old man's breathing came to a standstill at this time.
A Ming's eyes revealed a sense of indifference to life, nature, and everything.
whispered:
"Forbidden Dead River."
The hexagonal star under his feet began to enlarge, and a bloody light and shadow appeared from A Ming's feet, as if the area under his feet had been opened to the netherworld, and there was only a glazed floor tile separating them.
Under the old man's gaze, he could see that among the blood, there were souls of the dead who couldn't help but poke their heads out, stretched out their arms, and roared crazily, wanting to come to this earthly world!
"This is... blood magic... the conclusion of... undead magic... dual lines... dual forbidden spells!"
"Oh?" A Ming responded, "I always thought it was just a more enjoyable vampire magic."
"Hehehehe..."
A Ming bent down,
Squatting on the ground,
The old man was also lowered in height.
A Ming, who was squatting on the ground, seemed to be surrounded by blood and undead. The undead below were frantically calling for him to open his shackles so that he could come to the world and have a feast!
It’s just that this sea of ​​blood is a little small;
Perhaps, it cannot be called a sea or a blood pond at all;
can only be called,
Blood puddle?
no way,
A Ming didn't dare to use his real ultimate move as soon as he came up, and he couldn't just create a big scene just because the map was cool.
otherwise,
The old man's blood is not enough, and he may also be sucked clean, becoming the first demon king to "play with himself to death".
but,
Feeling the breath surrounding you,
It's like the absolute sense of security that a child once had when he turned out the lights and wrapped himself in a quilt while facing the surrounding darkness.
This feeling,
long time no see;
A Ming was very touched.
So moved that I want to cry;
It's a pity that he doesn't have tears, just like he doesn't have sweat.
at this time,
What came to his mind was the scene when he faced a pot of hairy blood at the Hutou City Inn.
For a moment, I was extremely sad.
right now,
I finally came back...a little bit.
"Who are you...who are you...impossible...impossible..."
The old man was full of shock.
Maybe people who lie in bed for a long time tend to dull their brains, or maybe it's just out of a vampire's pretentiousness;
Questions that shouldn’t have been asked at this time were kept chattering.
unfortunately,
A Ming couldn't be too indifferent to him, because he still had to rely on his blood to support the continuation of this tiny forbidden spell.
"Follow me and I will give you true glory."
The stiff pie was thrown in first, following the master's example.
The old man frowned, then showed a sad smile,
Road:
"My blood is almost empty."
Although it is a small forbidden curse among the small,
But it is a forbidden curse after all,
At this time, the old man had changed from plump and fat to skinny at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A Ming nodded,
Road:
"His life is almost gone."
"Buzz!"
next moment,
The swordsman's sword slashed out!
A Ming raised his left hand,
A dead soul was captured from below and faced Dao Gang. The two collided and exploded directly;
Then,
A Ming picked it up with his right hand.
Another dead soul was detained and rushed directly towards the swordsman at a terrifying speed.
After the swordsman released his sword, he held the long sword in front of him to block it, but the dead soul ignored his sword and penetrated directly through his body.
A black mist rose from the swordsman's body, and inside, there seemed to be a face filled with fear and shock.
"call……"
There was no wind in the cellar, but it still dispersed.
"boom!"
The swordsman's body fell to the ground.
"what……"
The old man's body completely lay on A Ming's back, and his hands subconsciously held A Ming's neck tightly.
The blood curtain at A Ming's feet dissipated, and his body felt dizzy. Although he borrowed the old man's blood, his own capital could not not be used.
Fatigue began to hit me quickly.
But in my heart, I actually feel an extremely fulfilling satisfaction.
It’s interesting and fun.
Just like the rich young man who once spent a lot of money in a life of luxury, after carrying bags on the dock for many years, he was able to taste a glass of expensive wine again.
You said you should have seen through it?
But I really didn't see it through.
I still like who I really was back then.
"Dual Forbidden Curse...Who are you...from the very beginning...you gave me a strange sense of familiarity..."
The old man asked feebly. He was actually the most exhausted one.
"After the beating, you can keep your paws away from me."
A Ming stood up,
The old man fell from his back and fell to the ground. This scene was very inhumane, as if a rebellious son drained his father of all his savings and then abandoned him.
The old man smiled,
For this,
He was not surprised at all,
This is the true taste of the Vampires, belonging to the nobility, unique and hypocritical.
"Do you know... who the swordsman... is?"
"I think we will have a lot of time to talk slowly in the future. I can give you a coffin, and I can also give you a constant supply of fresh blood. Your mission is to fatten yourself up properly. ."
Anyway,
For others, the ice cellar in the Hou Mansion is nothing more than a place for summer drinks, but for A Ming, it is his home.
Furnishings, things, food and drinks for him were all things he needed to prepare, but now, it was just an extra companion, which was very convenient.
The old man coughed,
Road:
"Should I...should crawl...under your feet...kiss...your boots..."
"I don't mind if you still have the strength to do it now."
The old man smiled,
When the old man's smile appeared,
The swordsman, whose soul had been annihilated and fell to the ground lifeless, actually got up again.
A Ming heard the movement and turned around to look over;
Immediately said;
"My dear friends of the same race, it's time for us to fight side by side again and witness our friendship."
"Hehehe..."
The swordsman stood up again and did not pick up the dropped knife. Instead, he maintained his body balance in an extremely awkward posture.
A Ming looked at him,
open the way;
"The soul is already annihilated."
No matter how small or medium-sized the forbidden spell is, if the other party is not aware of it or does not know how to resist it at all, it is still no problem to annihilate the other party's soul. After all, the target is single.
The old man opened his mouth and said:
"He was like a...an insect that could smell me...chased me...for a long, long time..."
"insect?"
A Ming's eyes showed a thoughtful look.
Road:
"Is it a puppet? Raising voodoos, or is it that there are existences similar to voodoo insects in one's body?"
Then,
A Ming asked:
"You didn't come from the desert to the Yan Kingdom and then to the Jin Land, right? You went to the Qian Kingdom, the... southwest of the Qian Kingdom."
There are chieftains in the southwest of the Qian Kingdom, and among the chieftains there is a saint. The saint is good at cultivating gu.
According to legend, Mr. Thorny-faced was bewitched back then, but the saint who successfully bewitched Mr. Thorny-face was attracted by Mr. Thorny-faced and became his concubine.
Later, he assassinated the Prime Minister and entered the Privy Council. He was framed and imprisoned to death;
The concubine of a saint, who was born as a native, burned herself in the family house and died for her husband.
"Yes...I have been to Qian Country..."
"So, what do you do when you go there?"
The old man came out from the west to avoid being hunted;
As a result, he was involved in this right and wrong in Qian Country.
The old man replied:
"Qianguo... has fine wine..."
A Ming opened his mouth and took a breath. He couldn't refute it, because yesterday, he also lamented when he would be able to go to Jiangnan, Jiangnan, to enjoy the fine wines.
But A Ming was still angry;
The swordsman is dead. To be precise, as a swordsman, he is already dead.
He was gone before he could tell his clan name;
But what died was only his soul.
at this moment,
As if having a premonition of the master's demise, the Gu insects that originally resided in his body began to gradually take control of this body. To be precise, this body was previously hit by soul magic, so the physical body was still relatively well maintained. .
The swordsman stood up,
Two tentacles protrude from its ears as well as its nostrils and mouth.
A Ming checked his body and found that it was extremely difficult for him to stand up and maintain his dignity.
As for continuing to fight,
He could barely punch his arm twice, but it was meaningless.
Of course, the swordsman is definitely not the swordsman before. Now he is nothing more than a puppet occupied by Magpie Nest Dove. It is doubtful whether the combat power he can use is even at the eighth level?
unfortunately,
This is Duizi,
All the cards on his side have been played out, but the opponent still has a small four left.
The old man said:
"It's a pity for you... I can feel... your greatness..."
When a man is about to die, his words are also good.
But the old man then smiled feebly:
"So...it is also an honor for me to die together with my great kin..."
Yes,
Perish.
When the bug takes over the swordsman's body, it will neither bind nor capture the victim alive, but will instinctively kill the target with evil intentions.
A Ming was a little helpless,
He tried to take a step forward, subconsciously exerting a little force to increase the speed, but the emptiness in his body muscles, or more specifically, the blood, caused his body to sway and almost fall to his knees.
At this time, he is just a blank piece of paper, not in the sense of simplicity, but in thinness.
"Do you believe in God?" A Ming suddenly asked.
The old man seemed to have heard a big joke:
"Those... red archbishops... probably don't believe it themselves... Could it be... you believe it?"
A Ming nodded,
"If he can bless me, I will believe it."
"Really...realistic Easterners...without faith...great fellow race..."
"Squeak!"
at this time,
The lid on the cellar was opened.
following,
It was a low shout:
"I'm here!"
The first fierce charge under the Xihou Mansion of Dayan Ping Feng Xincheng Guard General and the first warrior under the Demon King and part-time God-Fan Li,
from above,
He poked out his big head.
Yes,
A Ming had guessed well before. When the fighting above subsided and the swordsman came down, A Ming did not feel sad for Fan Li because he did not think Fan Li would fight to the end to protect him.
For the sake of the Lord, that's okay, because if the Lord dies, everyone may die suddenly. If you don't die fighting for the Lord, you have to die. It's better to die fighting.
Therefore, Fan Li ran away as A Ming guessed.
The swordsman, however, had no time to chase, so he came to the cellar.
Fan Li, who ran out, ran back because he felt the terrifying magical aura coming from the Leopard Gate Inn.
Therefore,
Was it the one who forced his fellow vampires to succeed?
Therefore,
Fan Li came back in the name of God.
but,
When Fan Li reached down his head,
The Gu Insect Swordsman who happened to be standing below also raised his head.
both sides,
We looked at each other.
He actually didn't die!
That vampire actually missed it!
Fan Li let out an angry roar,
"boom!"
Put the lid back on,
Through the lid,
A voice came:
"excuse me."
(End of this chapter)