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Chapter 101 100. I See Your Roots Are Strange (3000) (22)

An Le lurks in the sea of ​​shadows and escapes from the factory at an extremely fast speed.

Before the mist believer exploded into a blood mist, he sensed a great crisis.

A spirit locks on An Le.

This kind of pressure is definitely not something a C-level transcendent can bring.

An Le thought that he could see the yellow-haired man confronting the Misty Cultists tit for tat.

Moreover, even the transformed [Shadow Body] cannot completely avoid Huangmao's pursuit!

Things changed too fast and the crisis came too suddenly.

The current situation is extremely dangerous.

An Le thought to herself: 'A B-level transcendent? '

Based on the knowledge he has read, grade B is a watershed, or threshold.

C-level and below transcendents, although they possess extraordinary abilities, their control over them is still superficial. They just try various methods to strengthen their abilities and strengthen their control, while B-level transcendents are beginning to touch their extraordinary abilities The most essential core - the soul!

The essence of extraordinary ability is to use the soul as the guide to inspire some kind of power, thus affecting reality.

Only when the soul is involved, can the superhuman really take an important step on this road.

This also led to the strength of a B-level transcendent far exceeding that of a C-level.

The gap may even be larger than the gap between C-level and ordinary people.

From this, one can imagine the pressure An Le was under at this time.

Strictly speaking, he wasn't even a C-level transcendent!

The air mechanism is firmly locked, no matter how fast An Le sneaks, he can always smell a strong smell of blood, sticky, cold, like a shadow, and the sense of warning is like a needle pricking the nerves.

'It can't go on like this! '

An Le's expression was stern. Because he ate the Black Hand last time, he seemed to be the focus of the creatures under the Sea of ​​Shadows. He had a vague premonition that several Black Hands might come up from the bottom of the sea at any time.

But if he is not in the sea of ​​shadows, his speed is definitely not as fast as the opponent, and he will be caught quickly.

It is not impossible to hide in the church and add points, but with only 101 points of filthy sanity, it is completely impossible to bridge the gap between the two.

'At this point, we can only gamble. '

An Le made up her mind and came to the church.

[Filthy sanity -90! 】

[Blood Fighting Technique (Light Gray) (+1) → Blood Warlock (Dark Gray)! 】

The blood in the body seemed to be boiling, and the hot and violent power spread throughout the body like magma.

This should have been a rather painful process, but because An Le's body was transformed by the shadows and his physique was greatly enhanced, the infection by the power of blood was no longer so obvious.

At the same time, An Le felt the existence of a conscious body again in a trance.

It has a vague human silhouette, and its face is only blood-colored, with a smile.

It originated from the depths of the blood, it seemed to be the collective consciousness of all his blood, strange and familiar, kind and warm.

A murmur that does not belong to humans came, expecting Anle to approach and embrace it.

An Le frowned suddenly... No! can not be like this!

The remaining rationality brought An Le back to reality in time, waking him up from the treacherous scene.

A faint, lost sigh still lingers in his ears.

[Filthy sanity +4! 】

This is the income brought by An Le's own pollution. He looked around, and the long-lost "Gestalt collapse" symptoms reappeared, and the things around him became strange. Even the nun seemed to him to be just a walking flesh Block, but unable to produce "this is a person" cognition.

He cursed in his heart: 'What the hell is that? '

The extraordinary abilities in this world are not normal, and they may go astray inexplicably, and then become alienated and distorted—thinking about it from another angle, maybe those are the right way, the great way?

【Reason is the umbrella of the lamb, and madness is the eternal truth. 】

An Le thought of this sentence again, quickly cut off his thoughts, and stopped thinking deeply.

If you think about it in this direction, perhaps your reason will completely slip into the abyss.

An Le now finds out that the initial gift of [Blood Fighting Technique] is not simple, and it hides a huge secret, so it shouldn't be ignored, and its name after reaching the dark gray level is actually [Blood Warlock]? Means he has just started to step into the threshold?

There is a certain possibility that the gift he obtained was not a coincidence, but the result of being carefully selected.

In the same way, the same is true for [Crazy Believers Bodybuilding Technique], it should be properly invested.

But before that, we need to get over the difficulties at hand.

An Le gathered his mind and returned to the shadow of reality.

The monsters in the deep sea are ready to move, eager to try, the tide starts to rush, and the undercurrent surges.

An Le simply jumped out of it, the power of blood and the power of shadow surged at the same time, the secret lines hidden in the muscles gave off a gray halo, twisted the body, as if driven by gears and levers, mobilized the whole body strength.

Then, punch!

Boom!

The air trembled, and An Le's fist hit a round shield made of blood without fancy.

Click!

The round shield quickly shattered, and Ren Ye took two steps back.

"Huh?" He said in surprise.

An Le punched again, and the shadow pierced out from the side at a tricky angle.

The fist smashed a new round shield again, and the shadow pierced Ren Ye's chest.

But Anle wasn't happy. Rather than saying that the shadow "pierced" the flesh, it was more like the yellow-haired flesh and blood automatically avoided the shadow. It didn't even count as "extremely high level of de-energization", but it missed at all!

Ren Ye's control over the body is extremely exaggerated.

This was the result that An Le had expected. He hadn't been able to cross such a big gap to challenge a B-level transcendent, but just to show off his own ability and let the other party see it more clearly.

This is a desperate gamble.

"Are you a Holy Blood too?"

Ren Ye is also a smart person, seeing An Le's thoughts, the killing intent gradually faded.

"And the purity of this origin blood..."

"But, you don't know?" His tone was mocking.

"Among the high-level holy blood descendants, there is [mutual slaying]."

The sticky blood wrapped An Le, and the cold killing intent reappeared: "By eating the same kind and grabbing the original blood, to move to a higher level, this is the so-called... Holy blood!"

'Sure enough, it still doesn't work? '

An Le sighed from the bottom of his heart, without any fear on his face, and planned to fight to the death with his tentacles.

Either sink into the sea of ​​shadows, draw out those monsters, and kill them.

These are forced choices.

At this moment, both the killing intent and the smell of blood suddenly disappeared.

"Oh, I was joking, don't take it seriously!"

Ren Ye took off his mask, revealing a handsome uncle face with a naughty face, and patted An Le on the shoulder.

"Relax, relax, I'm not like those guys."

An Le remained calm.

The other party has a strange temperament, unlike any holy blood he has come into contact with, and the most important thing is...he doesn't seem to have the concept of "sacred blood, all parents and brothers"?

However, this person is ridiculously strong, forcing An Le can only deal with it by pretending to be a blood descendant.

Ren Ye carelessly put his hand on An Le's shoulder.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ren Ye, and I am the ace killer of the Gray Blood Organization."

He suddenly approached An Le's ear, and said softly, "Like you, I am also an unbaptized Holy Blood."

An Le was a little startled.

He clearly knew what kind of ritual [baptism] was. It was an evil method to quietly infect a person's soul into other forms, killing people invisible, and the unbaptized holy blood must be a different kind.

But the question is, why did Ren Ye tell him this?

"Boy, I see that you are so pure and talented, are you interested...to join me in destroying the gray blood organization?"

An Le inhaled slightly, this man's thoughts were even crazier than he expected.

Isn't he also a member of the gray blood organization?

Moreover, the Gray Blood Organization is an extremely large force, with footprints all over the cities, and there must be A-level or even higher-level powerhouses among them.

He is only a B-level, and he is only a D-level, too dare to think!

But An Le estimated that even if he said "not interested", he would be forced to become "interested".

Without strength, there is no right to speak.

"No, no, I won't force you."

Seeing An Le's thoughts, Ren Ye shook his head with a serious expression: "If I do that, I will be no different from a real Holy Blood."

"You come with me. After tonight, if you still think like this, I will let you go and help you unravel the curse of inferior quality."

"But I swear on my soul to forget everything that happened tonight."

An Le nodded, agreeing.

Ren Ye put on the scarlet and bloody mask again, and led An Le through the night.

Something happened in the shadows, and An Le didn't dare to sneak into it for the time being. With only physical strength, he could barely keep up with Ren Ye's pace.

Ren Ye became more and more amazed... This kind of physical quality, coupled with the purity of the original blood, is indeed a good seed, and he must find a way to trick him into joining the gang!

Passing through dark alleys and dilapidated old streets, the two came to a remote area in the main city of Yueyong City.

An Le has never been here.

It hasn't been long since he entered the main city, so of course he doesn't know about such little-known places.

Ren Ye pushed open a door with ease and led An Le in.

Walking into the room, you can see an old man sitting at his desk next to an oil lamp, recording something.

The old man didn't lift his head, and said in a cold tone, "Pay the money first, and then offer the blood."

"oh?"

Ren Ye chuckled and said, "Old man, do I need to do the same?"

With a sound of "click", the pen in the old man's hand was broken immediately, and he knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and said in a trembling voice: "Hold, hug... sorry! I didn't know it was you, my lord, please forgive me for my negligence."

laugh!

The old man's arm seemed to be cut by an extremely sharp blade, it was cut off directly, and blood gushed out.

He trembled all over in pain, but still didn't dare to scream out.

It can even be vaguely seen that the old man's expression is somewhat rejoicing, fortunate...just for being cut off with a hand.

Swish!

As a result, his other arm was also cut off.

The scene was bloody, but both men acted calmly.

An Le didn't think that this man was a kind person, and it was normal to have such behavior.

And don't look at the old man's misery, but he is also a blood descendant. It is not difficult to connect the severed arm, it is just deliberately showing pity and pain.

Ren Ye curled his lips, stopped talking, and walked straight in.

This quiet, remote room is actually connected to a place similar to a bar, where the lighting is soft, elegant music is played, people come and go, all of them are handsome men and beautiful women, so lively.

The internal noise seemed to be absorbed by special means, and it was not transmitted to the outside world at all.

However, it was not difficult for An Le to find that the wine glasses they were holding were filled with scarlet liquid.

The rich and fragrant smell of blood.

Like, blooming flowers.

Thanks for the 100 coin reward of "The world is so big o I'm afraid of getting lost"! Thank you so much!

One hundred chapters of flowers la la la——

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