Chapter 570： 570 Stopping the Bleeding with Blood II

Thousands of miles away.

United Kingdom·Ming Acropolis.

It was raining heavily.

In the open space next to the cedar forest by the somewhat gloomy Starga Lake.

White-armored and white-hatted soldiers densely packed like ants, holding a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, are fighting fiercely with another group of masked men in dark green tights.

White-armored soldiers have the official snowflake imprint of the United Nations on their bodies.

The masked people are snow leopard patterns with three tails tattooed on their backs.

The pattern is very simple, just outlined with a few lines, so that people can see what it is at a glance.

At this time, it was raining heavily, and the white-armored soldiers, who should have had the upper hand, were forced to retreat step by step by the fearless three-tailed leopard masked men.

Deep in the cedar forest, across the corpses of both sides that can be seen everywhere, in a clearing after logging.

King Mu Li and a thin old man with thinning hair stood side by side, looking into the distance.

"It's been so many days, isn't it over yet?" King Mu Li looked worried, looking at the mysterious dark green building that loomed in the forest.

That is a cruel esoteric religion that the United Nations discovered a few days ago. Its name is Mosang.

The doctrine is to ask people to give up their flesh and blood and dedicate them to the secret gods of the Mosang sect in exchange for the eternal blessing of ascending to the kingdom of the Mosangs.

Once this esoteric religion was discovered, it caused shock in the whole country.

Not because of anything else, but because tens of thousands of bones were dug out of one of the sect's bases.

King Muli was furious and sent troops to encircle and suppress him, but he was wounded several times and returned without success.

Afterwards, he had to turn to a master of the Blood Immortal Dao to come forward.

Blood Immortal Dao has now become a truly legal practice organization in the United Nations. Its Taoist master was created by Hongxian Taoist who escaped from the Immortal Temple at the beginning.

Daoist Hongxian was dying back then, and after being transformed into a generation of blood descendants, his accumulated accumulation in the past hundred years exploded like a blowout. He became a master in just half a year, and then soared into the sky. Now that he has become a Taoist master, with the help of the United Kingdom, There are faint signs of achieving the realm of a great master.

At this time, when he heard the question from the lord of the country, King Mu Li, his eyes were also glowing red, and he was pinching his beard and meditating.

"I have sent thirteen cave masters of the Blood Immortal Dao to enter together. No matter how bad it is, there should be some movement to go out. But now..."

He looked at the towering dark green building with a height of more than 100 meters, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Right now, I'm afraid it's more than good luck."

"Taoist, why don't you and I enter together?" In the shadows not far away, a tall man wrapped in dark gold armor, also masked, with his arms crossed, said abruptly.

He is the master in black robe who escorted King Mu Li back then.

Finally, because of fighting against Fan Heng from the reverse time society, he was severely injured and managed to escape.

After returning to the United Nations to meet the Lord again, he discovered...but found that the Lord's heart had changed drastically.

Originally, King Muli was proud of the royal family of Daling, the son of God and Buddha, but after the defeat of Daling, he changed from the past, and always put the common people as the leader in suffering and everyone is equal, respecting the sages and asking the immortals.

On the contrary, the statue of God, Buddha and Earth Mother in the palace became more and more indifferent.

What surprised him even more was that the prince actually built a huge Taoist palace called Blood Immortal Dao near the palace, and respected an old Taoist who was no more than a master as his guest of honor.

At the beginning, because of his serious injuries, he could only send his disciples to fight him, but they all failed. …

At that time, I didn’t quite understand it, but later, seeing the prince practiced with the Blood Immortal Dao every day, although he was older, his body became stronger, more energetic, more imposing, and his martial arts physique was much stronger than before.

He finally understood the true power of the Blood Immortal Dao.

Soon, as time went by, the prince promoted the practice of immortality across the country. Although there are few followers, after all, it is necessary

It is necessary to **** animals to invigorate blood and practice, which is for many people to stay away from.

But gradually, after a few years passed, after people discovered the various benefits of the Blood Immortal Dao, they really began to slowly accept it...

And at this time... Sangjiao and Xuexian Dao clashed.

During a victory, Xue Xiandao discovered thousands of bones from under the stronghold of Mo Sang Sect, and the world was horrified! "General Feng, I have thought about it. Although I am the thirteen cave masters of the Blood Immortal Dao, although I am not strong alone, I am only at the level of the Three Spaces. But when I join forces, even the master will have to suffer. But now, the thirteen people entered together, but there is no movement at all. There is no reply, I'm afraid there must be something wrong!" Taoist Hong Xian frowned.

He is a descendant of the generation who bestowed the blood essence of the thirteen cave masters, so he has a vague blood relationship with these cave masters.

What worried him at this time was that the building cut off his blood connection the moment all the cave masters entered.

This is the most troublesome place.

That is to say, he still doesn't know whether the people inside are alive or dead.

"What should I do? What should I do?" King Muli sighed a few times, feeling helpless for a while.

is at this time.

Boom!

At the top of the dark green building, a huge human figure with three black tails behind it broke through the roof and leaped high.

A large piece of gravel splashed down.

"If you dare to attack my god, you deserve death! Kill!"

The figure is five meters high, and the three tails on the back are like whips, each of which is more than ten meters long.

Wherever the long tail passed, whether it was trees, stones, or walls, they were easily cut in half.

Seeing King Mu Li, the figure kicked his feet in the air and flew towards him.

"Protect the prince!" Daoist Hong Xian and General Feng shouted together.

The two jumped up at the same time, facing each other head-on.

Boom!

Three silhouettes intertwined with lightning in mid-air.

Taoist Hongxian quickly fell to the ground, a big hole appeared in his chest, and all the flesh and blood inside was lost, as if he had been forcefully dug away.

General Feng fought dozens of moves in mid-air, but he still lost to the opponent and was hit hard to the ground.

"Damn it! It's a spirit general!" Seeing that General Feng was also knocked down, Taoist Hong Xian knew that the opponent was not something he could handle.

Although General Feng's injury has not healed, but his mind and will were severely injured by the magic soldiers, and his physical strength is still at the level of a great master.

But it was still beaten down abruptly.

"Let's set up a great array of blood!" Daoist Hong Xian shouted.

Immediately behind him, figures in blood robes leaped into the air, a total of thirty-three people cut open their wrists at the same time, spilling blood.

Immediately after the left and right, there are thirty-three people, who jumped up and spilled blood.

—A total of ninety-nine lines of blood and water were woven into a net, completely enveloping Na Mo Sangling general in the middle. …

The speed of the **** water was not fast, and the spirit general tried to hide, but was rushed forward by Taoist Hong Xian, and struck out with all his strength.

Boom!

Hongxian flew backwards, vomiting blood, but the spirit general was also blocked and fell back, being covered in the center of the blood net.

Hiss!

Dense white smoke rose from his body.

He groaned in pain, and was about to hold back and rush to King Muli to capture the leader of the bandit.

Poof!

Daoist Hong Xian gave him a mouthful of blood again.

The increased body speed of the Bloodborn, even if he is not as fast as the Spirit General, it is not much different.

At this time, a mouthful of blood spurted out. This is the blood of a grandmaster of a generation of blood, and the intensity is obviously much stronger than those just now.

On the spot, Mo Sangling General let out a painful snort, backed up again and again, and thick smoke billowed from his body. Even his face was covered in blood mist, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, King Muli took out the miniature statue of the earth mother walking in his hand, and ordered many of his subordinates to worship the gods.

The mentality and emotion of the descendants of the descendants of the gods will be weakened a lot, so generally no one wants to descend the gods unless they have to.

But now it's time to use it.

Seemingly aware of trouble, Mo Sang Ling Jiang snorted coldly, closed his eyes and backed away quickly. The dark green building behind him also made a golden sound.

Mo Sang believers withdrew their troops one after another, retracted, and returned towards the huge building.

King Mu Li breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stepped forward to help General Feng.

The Daoist Hong Xian who was on the side also turned pale and had completely recovered, and approached.

Blood descendants are comparable to spiritual generals in terms of recovery, much better than a great master of worshiping gods like General Feng.

"Even the two are not his opponents, how can this be good!?" King Muli showed an anxious look. If he had accumulated enough money before, suppressing a secret sect with a spiritual general would not be a big problem.

But now, after the Pope Kosivo drew his salary from the bottom of the pot, the family lost all...

"Let's ask the Lingting for help. If Na Mo Sangjiao counterattacks the current plan, it will be too late." After coughing a few times, General Feng sat up weakly. A lot of the spiritual thread in his body had just been swallowed up. It hasn't recovered yet.

"Lingting... the notification letter is sent to Dadu, I am afraid that it will be back and forth, and it will be too late..." King Muli shook his head helplessly.

「Far water cannot put out near fire.」

"Your Majesty, don't worry!" The Daoist Hong Xian said coldly, "Now that things are going on, I'm afraid I can only invite my ancestor of the Blood Immortal Dao!"

「Ancestor Blood Fairy??」

It was the first time that King Muli and General Feng had heard that there were still ancestors with deep roots in the Blood Immortal Dao? ?

Daoist Hongxian never mentioned it at the beginning.

On the top of the vast snow-capped mountain, on the steep snow **** at 80 degrees, a little blood red is rapidly climbing up.

The whole snow: The **** is hundreds of meters wide, with red spots in it, like a little red sesame floating in a washbasin frozen by snow.

Poof.

Zhang Rongfang had one foot deep in the snow, looked up and looked up, and he was almost at the top of the mountain.

He was preparing to move on and climb to the top of the mountain. He suddenly moved, stopped in place, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the surroundings became dark, and red lines representing blood descendants floated and danced in front of him.

One of the red threads is slowly shining with a faint white light.

He stretched out his hand and tapped that one lightly, and suddenly a small sound came into his ears. …

"So that the Patriarch of the Blood Immortal would know that his disciple Hong Xian, who was doing justice for the heavens in the United Kingdom, suffered heavy losses when he wiped out the cruel esoteric sect..."

The sound cut off.

Five seconds is still very short, and I lost my sentence a few times after speaking slowly.

Zhang Rongfang frowned slightly.

He remembered Hong Xian, when he gathered a generation of blood descendants before, Hong Xian ranked in the top five and was one of the five strongest people in the generation.

Now he has suffered heavy losses? As a grand master, you are about to step into the Grand Master, and you still can't handle it?

Soon, another echo of blood came.

This time, it continued with some explanations from the previous words.

Then three consecutive supplements.

Zhang Rongfang gradually understood the situation that Daoist Hongxian said.

United Kingdom Esotericism? He Guo is not far from Wushan, that is, only a few hundred miles away.

Its area is much smaller than that of Daling, and it belongs to one of the deputy countries.

Now King Muli is in charge.

This is good luck.

Zhang Rong

Fang probably understood the situation in the United Nations.

The Blood Immortal Dao is developing well there, he knows it, and now that the situation is threatened, as long as the benefits are enough, it is reasonable for him to take action to solve it.

In addition, he is now just looking for a suitable target to test whether killing Remnant God in Taixu can really kill him completely.

Just right.

Tomorrow, the attribute points will reach 100, and the next ability will be obtained, and the chances of winning will be even greater.

After making up his mind, Zhang Rongfang made a stride, turned around and flew down the snow-capped mountain.

Originally, he had heard that there were ruins of the Mystic Relic on the top of the snow-capped mountain, but now he didn't need to look for it. He had a better target to choose from.