Devil’s Advent

Chapter 669 Forbidden Curse

This is a threat?

Oh no,

it's not a threat,

At least in A Ming's view, not really.

This is a choice, a friendly mutual aid from the same kind.

The blood race has their own pride, and at the same time, they also have a very high sense of identity with the same race. They think that their life level is higher than that of humans, and at the same time, they regard humans as their own supplies, their own blood bank, which is equivalent to... meals.

Moreover, at this moment, there is no need to analyze the pros and cons, one is that time does not allow it, and the other is that it is not necessary.

A Ming didn't know who the swordsman in front of him was, but he felt that the old man should know something;

However, they were all taken away anyway;

Maybe, the end result is being locked in a cage,

But while locked in a cage by himself,

I will also give him an exquisite glass, pour delicious red wine in it, and clink glasses with each other gracefully.

so,

Should I choose the swordsman in front of me or the red wine?

The old man gave the answer.

Even if the two of them fought life and death before, even if I could almost fuse the same family in front of me at that moment, but when the situation suddenly turned to the current situation,

Everything, on the contrary, seemed logical.

The old man laughed,

With his nails, he first pierced his palm, and then pierced the skin on A Ming's neck, which had just recovered part of himself, and bonded the two wounds together.

"A stranger with an oriental face, I admit that I smell a particularly delicate smell from you, but I still have to remind you that this person in front of you is not an opponent you can deal with at this time;

certainly,

With my blood replenishing you, you can suffer a few more cuts. Perhaps this is what I can give you, the last warmth and greetings among the same clan. "

"Oh, this damn interpreter accent."

A Ming sighed and continued:

"But it's so nostalgic."

The swordsman's face began to become very stern, so stern that it seemed to be covered with a layer of dead skin;

He raised his knife,

But he didn't take the initiative to charge forward.

Instead, start accumulating strength,

A layer of stellar energy began to brew and flip from the blade.

The space in the cellar is not that big, and he seems to be aware of the vampire's fighting style, tearing at close range will often give the opponent more advantages, and the way of trading injuries for injuries is what they are best at and most like to see.

Therefore, he planned to use the safest way to forcibly use the strong wind to slowly blast and kill it.

The immortality of the vampires is not eternal life in the true sense, but their way of death is somewhat different from that of ordinary people. Their supplies come from blood rather than vital organs such as internal organs. , can be stiffened in a regenerative way, but it is nothing more than killing a few more times.

"People with eastern faces, there is another passage under the cellar bed."

The old man conveyed this message with an almost inaudible voice.

A Ming's eyes didn't look there at all.

At this time, he was carrying a blood bag on his body;

Um,

To use another way of describing it that Fan Li likes, it is equivalent to adding a blue bar.

Own,

Finally, I can find some glory that belonged to that year.

escape?

Impossible to escape.

Now he wished for a training object to appear in front of him, not afraid that he was strong, but also worried that he was too weak.

The opponent began to accumulate strength,

Ah Ming also put his hands in front of him,

throat,

make a solemn sound;

In the beginning, the old man lying on Ah Ming’s back actually had no hope for the situation, but when Ah Ming began to chant the spell, the old man was amused:

"Are you actually chanting the forbidden curse? Hehehe...hahaha... When facing death...are you already this unbearable..."

Ming ignored him.

Continue to carry on the spell and magic;

next moment,

Under Ah Ming's feet, a black hexagonal star appeared.

The old man was stunned, because he felt that the blood in his body was pouring into Ah Ming's body crazily!

"Damn...damn...damn...the forbidden curse was activated by you...how is it possible...how is it possible..."

On the other side, the swordsman who was holding a sword against the long sword, at this moment, also showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

Because of the feeling brewed by the person in front of him, he felt a great threat.

"No...stop...stop...what the hell is going on...why do people of the same race who know how to use blood magic curse appear in the east..."

The old man felt that his world view had collapsed.

To know,

in the West,

Even a third-rank magician cannot use the forbidden spell alone without relying on external force.

Forbidden-spell-level magic is basically triggered by groups or ancient magic scrolls.

Able to use forbidden spells on his own,

It is equivalent to the second rank of the oriental swordsman and warrior.

Definitely the rarest of the rare!

But the old man knew,

Is this group magic?

Although, if you add your own words, there are two people, but do you count yourself as a person?

He was only responsible for the delivery of blood, and the old man could see clearly that the fellow vampire with a special and exquisite aura underneath him did not take out any scrolls or magic tools.

He just interlocked his fingers,

Simply chant the mantra,

Then,

Simply to release this curse.

This feeling is like a person who, after reading the Four Books and Five Classics, went to the Qianguo Examination Center and got the three yuan.

And next,

Ming's voice,

Let the old man's breathing stagnate at this time.

In A Ming's eyes, there is an indifference to life, nature, and everything.

softly said:

"Forbidden Dead River."

The six-pointed starlight under the feet began to enlarge, and a blood-colored light and shadow appeared from under A Ming's feet, as if the area under the feet had opened up to the netherworld, and there was only a glazed floor tile between them.

Under the eyes of the old man, one could see that among the blood, there was a dead soul who couldn't help poking his head out, stretching his arms, screaming crazily, wanting to come to this mortal world!

"This is... blood magic... concluding... undead magic... dual-element... dual-element forbidden curse!"

"Oh?" A Ming responded, "I always thought it was just a more enjoyable blood magic."

"Hehehehe..."

A Ming bent down,

squatted on the ground,

The old man was also lowered in height,

Ah Ming, who was squatting on the ground, seemed to be surrounded by blood and undead, and the undead below were frantically calling him to open the shackles, so that he could come to the world to have a feast!

It's just that this sea of blood is a bit small;

Perhaps, it can't be called a sea at all, nor can it be called a blood pond;

can only be called,

Blood puddle?

no way,

Ah Ming didn't dare to use a real big move as soon as he came up, and it was impossible to just make a big scene just because the map was cool.

otherwise,

The blood of the old man is not enough, and he may also be sucked clean, becoming the first demon king who "played himself to death".

but,

Sensing the breath surrounding you,

It seems to be the absolute sense of security that children once had when facing the darkness around them and wrapping themselves in quilts after the lights were turned off.

This feeling,

long gone;

A Ming was very moved.

moved, want to cry;

It's a pity that he doesn't have tears, just like he doesn't have sweat.

at this time,

What emerged in his mind was the scene at the Hutou City Inn, when he was facing a pot of blood.

For a moment, extremely sad.

Now,

I finally came back...a little bit.

"Who are you... who are you...impossible...impossible..."

The old man was shocked.

Maybe people who lie on the bed for a long time, their brains are easy to passivate, or it is purely out of a kind of hypocrisy;

Questions that shouldn't be asked at this time, but kept twittering.

pity,

Ah Ming couldn't be too indifferent to him, because he had to rely on his blood to support the continuation of this tiny curse.

"Follow me, and I will give you true glory."

The blunt pie, imitating the example of the Lord, threw it on it first.

The old man frowned, then showed a miserable smile,

road:

"My blood is almost empty."

Although it is a tiny forbidden spell in tiny,

But it is a curse after all,

At this time, the old man has changed from fat to thin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A Ming nodded,

road:

"His life is almost gone."

"Buzz!"

next moment,

The Swordsman's sword strikes out!

A Ming raised his left hand,

A dead soul was arrested from below and met Dao Gang, and the two collided and exploded directly;

Immediately afterwards,

A Ming raised his right hand,

Another dead soul was detained, and rushed directly to the swordsman at a terrifying speed.

After the swordsman released the knife gang, he took advantage of the opportunity to hold the long knife horizontally in front of his body to block it, but the dead soul ignored his knife and penetrated directly, and directly penetrated his body.

A black mist rose from the swordsman, inside, there seemed to be a face full of fear and shock.

"call……"

In the cellar, there was no wind, but they still scattered.

"boom!"

The swordsman's body fell to the ground.

"ah……"

The old man's body completely crawled on Ah Ming's back, and his hands subconsciously hugged Ah Ming's neck.

The blood curtain under Ah Ming's feet dissipated, and his body felt dizzy for a while. Although he borrowed the old man's blood, it was impossible not to use his capital.

Fatigue began to hit quickly.

But in my heart, it is actually an extremely fulfilling satisfaction.

It's fun and a lot of fun.

Just like Kuo Shao, who used to spend a lot of money, was able to taste a glass of precious wine after carrying bags at the pier for many years.

You said you should see through?

But I really didn't see it through.

I still like the real me back then.

"Double-line 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 fight, you can keep your claws away from me."

A Ming stood up,

The old man fell from his back and fell to the ground. This scene was very inhumane, like a disobedient son draining his father's savings and then throwing them away.

The old man laughed,

For this,

He wasn't surprised at all,

This is the true taste of the blood clan, belonging to the nobility, unique and hypocritical.

"Do you know...that swordsman...who is it?"

"I think, in the future, we will have a lot of time to chat slowly. I can give you a coffin, and I can also irrigate you with uninterrupted fresh blood. Your task is to make yourself fat again .”

Anyway,

For others, the ice cellar in Hou's Mansion is nothing more than a place to provide summer drinks, but for A Ming, it is his home.

Furnishings, things, what he eats and drinks, he needs to prepare. Now, it is nothing more than having an extra companion, which is very convenient.

The old man coughed,

road:

"Should I...should I crawl...at your feet...to kiss...your boots..."

"If you still have the strength to do it now, I don't mind."

The old man laughed,

While the old man smiled,

The swordsman, whose soul had been annihilated and fell to the ground without any life, actually climbed up again.

Ah Ming heard the movement, turned his head, and looked over;

Immediately said;

"My dear friend of the same race, it's time for us to fight side by side to witness friendship again."

"Hehehe..."

The swordsman who stood up again did not pick up the knife he had dropped, but maintained a balance of his body in an extremely awkward posture.

A Ming stared at him,

open the way;

"The soul is already annihilated."

No matter how small or medium-sized the forbidden spell is, it is no problem to annihilate the soul of the opponent when the opponent is not aware of it or does not know how to resist it at all. After all, the goal is single.

The old man said:

"He's like a... a bug that can smell me... chased me... for a long, long time..."

"insect?"

A Ming's eyes showed a thoughtful expression,

road:

"Is it a puppet? Raising Gu, or is there something similar to Gu worms in his body?"

Immediately afterwards,

A Ming asked:

"You didn't come from the desert to the country of Yan and then to the land of Jin, right? You have been to the country of Qian, the...southwest of the country of Qian."

There are chieftains in the southwest of Qian Kingdom, and among the chieftains are saints, who are good at cultivating Gu.

According to legend, the man with the stabbed face was bewitched back then, but the saint who succeeded in putting a gu on the man with the stabbed face was attracted by the man with the stabbed face and became his concubine.

After stabbing the face of the prince into the Privy Council, he was framed and died in prison;

The saint concubine who was born in the native country set herself on fire in her house, and died for her husband.

"Yes... I have been to Qian Country..."

"So, you go there and do what?"

The old man came out from the west to avoid hunting;

As a result, he became tainted with this right and wrong in Qianguo.

The old man replied:

"The dry country...has good wine..."

A Ming opened his mouth and took a breath, but he couldn't refute it, because yesterday, he also had a feeling when he would be able to go to Qianguo Jiangnan to enjoy the fine wine in a fair manner.

But Ah Ming was still very angry;

The swordsman is dead, to be precise, as the existence of the swordsman, he is dead.

Before he had time to report his clan name, it was gone;

But what died was only his soul.

at this moment,

As if anticipating the master's demise, the Gu worms that originally resided in his body began to gradually control the body. To be precise, the body was still relatively well maintained because it was hit by soul magic before. .

The swordsman stood up,

Two tentacles protrude from its ears, nostrils and mouth.

Ah Ming checked his body and found that it was not easy for him to stand up and maintain his dignity.

As for continuing to fight,

It can barely talk about two punches on the arm, but it doesn't make any sense.

Of course, the swordsman is definitely not the previous swordsman. Now he is nothing more than a puppet occupied by the magpie's nest. It is doubtful whether the combat power he can use is of the eighth rank?

pity,

This is Duizi,

I have already played all the cards on my side, but the opponent still has a small four left.

The old man said:

"You...it's a pity...I can feel...your greatness..."

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

But then the old man smiled weakly again:

"So... it is my honor to perish together with the great kin..."

Yes,

perish.

When the worm took possession of the swordsman's body, it would not bind or catch the living, but would instinctively kill the target with evil intentions.

A Ming felt helpless,

He tried to take a step, and subconsciously exerted a little force to increase the speed, but the muscles of his body were precisely the emptiness in his blood, which made his figure shake directly, almost kneeling directly.

At this time, he was just a blank sheet of paper, not referring to simplicity, but thinness.

"Do you believe in God?" A Ming suddenly asked.

The old man seemed to have heard a big joke:

"Those... the archbishops in red... I guess I don't believe it... Could it be... you believe it?"

A Ming nodded,

"If he can bless me, I will believe it."

"Really...real orientals...without faith...great kin..."

"Squeak!"

at this time,

The lid above the cellar was opened.

following,

It's a low shout:

"I'm here!"

Fan Li, the number one assault general under the command of Dayan Ping Xihou Mansion, Feng Xincheng Guard General and number one warrior and part-time God under the command of the Demon King,

from above,

His big head poked out.

Yes,

Ah Ming had guessed well before. When the fighting above subsided and the swordsman came down, Ah Ming did not feel sad for Fan Li, because he didn't think Fan Li would fight to the end to protect himself.

For the sake of the Lord, that’s okay, because the Lord is dead, everyone may die suddenly together, you have to die if you don’t fight for the Lord, it’s better to die in battle.

So, Fan Li ran away as Ah Ming guessed.

As for the swordsman, he had no time to chase him, so he came to the cellar.

The reason why Fan Li who ran out came back again was because he felt the terrifying magic aura from the Leopard Gate Inn.

so,

It was that thing that forced the fellow vampires to succeed?

so,

In the name of God, Fan Li has returned.

but,

When Fan Li poked his head down,

The Gu worm swordsman who happened to be standing below also raised his head,

both sides,

We looked at each other.