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Chapter 168 Vampire War ([-])
This mansion belonging to vampires has become a hell of flesh and blood.

Ian rushed into the gate, stepped on the floor with both feet, the sticky blood was squeezed away, and then rushed back, covering the boots of the holy armor.

The blood shining with ruby ​​light not only exudes a disgusting bloody smell, but also contains pure negative energy.

If an ordinary person entered here, he would be transformed into that twisted flesh and blood monster in the blink of an eye.

Countless human corpses were wrapped in white cloth and hung upside down from the roof. Blood dripped from the gaps in the white cloth and onto the floor.

Ian looked intently, and saw that the corpse wrapped in white cloth had no human skin, and the bright red muscle and fat were mixed together, bulging and shrinking, and seemed to be alive, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, a sacrifice that was about to be sacrificed Taste.

"What the hell did those mindless vampires do to make this place like this?"

Ian covered his nose with his hand to block the bloody smell coming towards him.

He walked through the hall, and the pieces of meat hanging on the roof suddenly began to shake, and a series of granulation sprouts emerged from the middle of the white cloth, splashing and falling into the blood, like the spurred tree buds began to grow crazily, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into Flesh monster.

"It's disgusting!"

Ian frowned, the golden dragon scale, the Huaxia holy armor, the sacred magic power of Emperor Weishan and the golden light curse fused together.

His whole body was covered by golden light, like a statue made of gold.

The guards of the three realms, the five emperors welcome.

All the gods pay homage and use thunder.

When the golden light suddenly appeared, it turned into the yang energy of the sky. As soon as it was breathed out, the power of the gods suddenly appeared.

He stepped forward, and his whole body was like a walking sun, bursting out with infinite light, and the fiery light formed a huge circle of light, slowly rotating.

bang bang bang! ! !
All the flesh and blood monsters collided with the aperture and were instantly crushed into a cloud of blood mist. The blood remaining in the air was also ignited by the holy energy, and the pure white flame spread to the entire hall on the first floor in the blink of an eye.

The white cloth shrouds that were used as sacrifices screamed, but they couldn't escape the fate of being burned to ashes.

Ian didn't stop for these things. He tore open the elevator door with both hands, jumped into the elevator shaft, and stretched his legs like a nimble ape, grabbing the wires and climbing on the wall.

Whether the other party did it on purpose or unintentionally, there was no trap set in the elevator shaft.

It took him only a few minutes to climb to the highest floor of the building. Every time he passed a floor, he heard various strange sounds coming from inside, and he didn't know what was hidden inside.

"Gu Yi hasn't done anything yet, because he feels that this matter is not threatening enough, or he is being entangled by someone."

Ian pulled open the elevator door, jumped out of the elevator shaft, and encountered bloody magic missiles hitting like raindrops.

"Golden Bell Jar!"

The energy explosion of the Huaxia Sacred Armor connects the indestructible protective power of the golden dragon scale, the Taoist power of the Golden Light Curse, and the sacred magic power of Emperor Weishan into a golden bell composed of countless scriptures.

Magic missiles like raindrops hit the golden bell, causing waves of ripples, but they still couldn't destroy the big bell.

Seeing this, the vampires guarding the elevator entrance immediately used more types of spells, including but not limited to terror, cold touch, weakening ray, hold spell, and all of them were thrown at Ian.

hum!
Ian looked at the oncoming magic rain, and slapped the clock with both hands. The golden bell shattered and turned into waves of golden sound, bombarding all directions.

The divine power of the four kinds of energies was fused in the sound wave, directly crushing the messy low-level magic rain, hitting the vampires, and cutting them off in half.

The severed vampire's body burned with golden flames, instantly turned into ashes, and fell to the ground, as if covered with a thick layer of gray carpet.

Ian took a deep breath. Solving these little people did not let him relax, but became more dignified.

He raised his gaze, and saw the souls of the vampires flock to the center of the top floor of the building along the traction of the void, and were swallowed by a huge magical entity.

In the eyes of the mage, it was a huge mass of filthy flesh and blood, hanging high at the junction of spirit and matter, a shadow of flesh and blood, surrounded by countless bats.

In the real world, the entire top floor of the building is clean, with magic runes and circuits engraved on the walls, floors, and ceilings, extending all the way down to the entire building.

Ian stepped on the magic node, moved forward all the way, opened the door directly, and walked into the center of the ceremony.

Boom!

The door opened, and there was a silent thunder in the void. Bloody lightning flashed across the sky, landed on the lightning rod at the top of the building, and flowed to the entire building along the magic circle that had been arranged long ago.

In an instant, the whole building seemed to come alive, turning into a huge mass of flesh and blood that could move and breathe.

Ian felt the sudden change of soft feeling under his feet, and he was surprised and kept his eyes on the ceremony.

Deacon Firth, the leader of the New York vampires and the initiator of this war, stood on a stage similar to the Roman Colosseum, with a broken page of a dark book hanging above his head.

Twelve pillars were erected around the high platform, and on each pillar were also hanging fragments of the dark book, and below stood vampires from ancient European clans.

These old men in suits and leather shoes were poured into their bodies by a large amount of negative energy at the beginning of the ceremony, showing the original shape of a bat, and the blood was drained by the ceremony and poured into Deacon Firth's body.

After receiving the blood of these vampires, Feith felt that his body was gushing out with majestic power all the time, as if he could destroy the entire New York with just one blow.

"The feeling of power is so wonderful."

Feith aimed his blood-red eyes at Ian who broke in, and murmured: "I never thought that an ordinary human could break into my ceremony site. Are you the mystic that those guys said? "

"Strictly speaking, I am not a mystic. If you must tell me who I am, it doesn't matter if I say I am a mystic."

Ian was talking nonsense, delaying time, scanning the ceremony at the scene, trying to cut off the node of the ceremony.

Filled with strength, Feith shook his neck and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, no matter what your identity is, you will die here today."

"Be honored for this! It is the greatest honor to die under the hands of me, the vampire god."

"God of vampires?"

Ian looked at this guy, shook his head and said, "Do you know what you're talking about? The person who gave you the book of darkness didn't tell you about the history of vampires?"

"You talk too much."

Boom!

Feith turned into a bloody afterimage, and rushed towards Ian in a flash, but missed.

The stands made of marble and granite were crushed into powder, and the bloody magic power began to spread, but Ian couldn't even touch the side.

"You don't know how to use magic?" Ian shook his head with regret.

"My body is much better than bullshit magic!"

Feith screamed frantically, bloody magic power poured out from his body, gradually covering the entire top floor.

He rushed towards Ian with his body.

At this moment, another bloody lightning fell from the sky, the magic circle on the top floor of the building activated by itself, and countless lines directly plunged into Feith's body.

A huge blood-colored beam of light soared into the sky.

As the first ray of blood flew out of the building and rushed into the sky, more and more light spots flew out of New York City, connected by blood lines.

All vampires are passively linked to Deacon Firth.

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