Chapter 1181: Count Johnny

The first thousand and eighty-two chapters, Earl Johnny

The night shrouded a dark area, and the unfinished villas faintly revealed the outline of the building in the darkness.

The cold wind whizzed past and the weeds swayed and rustled.

A figure moved forward slowly, the trouser legs and weeds passed by and made a faint sound, a pair of black eyes were shining brilliantly, looking at a villa in front of which faintly radiated light.

"Oh, there is still a strong breath?"

This person.

It is Zhuo Bufan.

The door of the villa with faint light looming suddenly opened, and a black shadow appeared at the door. In the dark night, the man's eyes exuded a very strange red light, everyone was obvious.

"Morgan?"

For the monk, even in the dark and long distance, his eyesight is extremely sharp, he can clearly see the slightly burly figure, but the two red eyes that emit a hint of resentment.

"Zhuo Bufan, do you dare to follow me?" Morgan gritted his teeth, Zhuo Bufan not only killed his son Harmon, but also suffered serious injuries for the first time.

"Don't you dare to come out too?" Zhuo Bufan cracked his mouth.

"Humph!"

Morgan snorted coldly, "Zhuo Bufan, my master is waiting for you inside and wants to see you."

"Your master is also a blood clan?"

Zhuo Bufan was slightly surprised.

He did feel another even more powerful aura from the villa just now, and it seemed to be restrained, not fully exuding it.

Zhuo Bufan followed Morgan, his intention was to learn something about the blood race, and he said, "Okay."

Morgan opened the door of the villa and strode straight into it.

Zhuo Bufan followed closely, and now his strength has entered the innate, and he has broken through the small realm of the two innate days of the Sixiang and Hualong, plus an ice emperor rain sword equivalent to the fifth stage of the spirit weapon, on the blue star There are very few people who can let him face up.

Inside the villa.

Medieval decoration style, some ancient abstract style oil paintings are hung on the walls, several black octagonal copper lamps are placed in each corner of the hall, and the faint light reflects the situation in the whole villa.

A silver-haired old man with a rickety body was sitting on a wooden chair with a smile on his face, looking at Zhuo Bufan faintly, but a trace of blood that made people palpitating occasionally passed through those turbid eyes.

"Master." Morgan said respectfully when he saw the old man, and immediately stood quietly by the side.

The silver-haired old man nodded, his sharp gaze narrowed, and he looked at Zhuo Bufan with a smile, and there was a hoarse voice in his throat, like polishing a wooden block with sandpaper, "Friends from afar, please sit down."

Zhuo Bufan glanced at him, and immediately felt an extremely evil blood energy from his body. Obviously, the other party was stained with a lot of blood and resentment.

Zhuo Bufan sat down on the sofa and looked at each other quietly, with a golden light passing through his eyes.

The silver-haired old man showed a slightly surprised look, and said, "Your Excellency should be the most famous second young master in the dark world recently, right?"

"Oh?"

"Do you know me too?"

Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised.

"You can call me Earl Johnny. I come from a very old blood family. The Second Young Master is now a hot and powerful man in the dark world. Naturally, I have heard of your name." The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes. Said lightly.

"You just want to tell me this?"

Zhuo Bufan's two sword eyebrows frowned.

Count Jonny smiled, "The Second Young Master is a dark powerhouse. I hope to invite you to join our blood clan. For a strong man like us, everything mundane can no longer attract us. If the second youngest man is willing to join our blood clan, I can promise Give you a lot of benefits."

"Ok?"

Zhuo Bufan was a little curious, "What are the benefits of joining the blood clan? There are so many powerhouses in the dark world in the west. The ancestors of the gods and Yuri are all peak powers. Why don't you absorb them?

"The ancestor of the gods? Yuri?" Earl Jonny sneered: "With the strength of the two of them, they are not qualified to join our blood family."

"If you are willing to join our blood clan, you will naturally get everything you want, even immortality!" Count Jonny's tone was somewhat enchanting.

eternal life?

Princes and generals, a generation of Tianjiao, the Emperor of Qin and Hanwu, these peerless figures were finally wiped out in the long river of time, and the figures who were the best in the world, finally turned into a loess.

There are many myths and stories in Languo, describing stories of immortality, sketching things like heaven and immortals, and even a generation of emperor Yingzheng sent Xu Fu to lead thousands of people out to sea to find the art of immortality.

Unfortunately, in the end, who can live forever?

In front of eternal life, glory is like a cloud, wealth is like a cloud, and Earl Jonny can say this, who can not be moved?

The corners of Zhuo Bufan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a trace of disdain.

Even for those strong under the stars in the cultivation world, the lives of tens of thousands of years are finally dissipated in the long river of history. Who dares to say eternal life?

As for the immortality that Earl Johnny said, I am afraid it is for ordinary people. After all, the blood of vampires is very special. Ordinary vampires can live for hundreds of years. For humans, this is already a long time, but for As far as the cultivator is concerned, it may have been a hundred years since he came out of retreat. A hundred years is just a matter of seconds.

"The blood race has such a powerful strength?" Zhuo Bufan showed a look of'shock'.

A look of pride appeared on Count Jonny’s face, "Our blood is not ordinary humans, those humans are just low-grade pigs, just our food, and it is the lowest food. When my blood returns to the world, soon You can master the entire Yu Blue Star, and only our blood family is the highest bloodline."

When these words were said, the faces of Earl Jonny and Morgan couldn't help but show a trace of ‘upper life’.

Zhuo Bufan frowned. He himself is also from the Blue Star and has the blood of the Blue Star. His friends, relatives and classmates are from the Blue Star, but Earl Jonny regards humans as their food?

"But I think there are more than blood races in this world, right?" Zhuo Bufan said suddenly.

Count Jonny's face changed slightly, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Oh, you know, but the rest are not opponents of our blood race, as long as the ancestor is resurrected..."

Suddenly, Jonny's words stopped, his eyes suddenly opened, and his pupils turned into a bright red color, and there was a blood mist flowing in his eyes.

Only now did he realize that Zhuo Bufan seemed to be playing his words.

"Second Young Master, I now give you a chance to join our blood clan, I can directly give you the title of Viscount." Count Jonny's voice became a little cold.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head and suddenly clapped his palms.

Bang bang bang!

"Wonderful, Earl Johnny, you can be an elite lecturer, what kind of noble blood, just some people with some special bloodlines, I don't know how many humans with strong bloodlines exist in the universe, you...what a thing!"

Zhuo Bufan said lightly, his eyes bursting coldly.