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The book is well written, very flavorful and intense.

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Yi Chen was pressed into the mountain by countless rocks. With the powerful body generated by the Demon Dragon King, he was spared from being pressed into meat pie. The heavy rocks pressed heavily on his body, without a trace of gap, and there was no wind in. Yi Chen's body consumed all the oxygen around him, and the Nascent Soul automatically converted his body into internal breathing, and used the flow of the "Sword Yuan" to provide all the energy needed by the body.

The true energy in the body was approaching its shattered state, with only a trace of negligible true energy slowly flowing in the body, and the Nascent Soul was also traumatized, and the golden light on it dimmed a lot. In particular, Yi Chen's head was hit hard, and his mind was protectively in a coma, deeply immersed in his Nascent Soul. At this moment, he was unable to take the initiative to repair his body and treat his injuries, and everything was attributed to his body's instinctive movements.

Ironically, in this case, Yi Chen happened to meet the state of "the great way of inaction". Everything was between existence and non-existence, and his mind could also be seen as a faint and without any distractions. So, the slowly flowing true energy absorbed extremely powerful star power and rushed into Yi Chen's body like a tide. In comparison, Yi Chen's body was like an empty black hole at this moment. The star power with similar nature to him was the first to discover this empty place and naturally rushed in.

Yi Chen was unconscious, and the star power that rushed in had completely lost its dominance. It was just based on the flow of his true energy, and the "Kill God" who had lost the control of his divine mind was like a defeated rooster. He simply lost the interest in converting these star powers into "Sword Yuan", allowing the most primitive star power to continue to gather in Yi Chen's body.

A soft silver light enveloped Yi Chen's body and emitting circles outward. Gradually, the entire mountain was shrouded in a hazy silver fog, and the silver light slowly dissipated in all directions, like a sacred mountain.

There are no intelligent creatures on this huge planet, but those beasts that are slightly more spiritual, once they come into contact with this silver light, they are like seeing a tiger cat, trembling and lying on the ground. After a few yells, they turn around and run away. This primitive, unchanging star power reflects the desolation of billions of years, full of powerful and unreversible power. How can these small beasts withstand such a breath of power?

Just as Yi Chen's body was about to turn into a star by the rapidly rushing star force, Jester made a crazy call on a very distant purple planet. He hammered heavily on the ground, and suddenly cracked cracks everywhere on the ground. Huge stones and countless sandstones were impacted by his fist wind, and roared and splashed randomly.

Skye grabbed his right hand tightly, then punched Jester's chin with a punch. Jester raised his head and fell heavily to the ground. Then her waist was pressed and stood up again, looking at Skye with fierce light in her eyes.

Skye ignored the broken wings dripping with blood behind him and roared viciously: "What the hell are you crazy? Now we have to think about what to do in the future. Damn, the boss is gone, Kane and the others are captured, and Chekov has lost his body. What should we do? Well? These ancient blood tribes are not something we can do with, do we want us to go back to the Demon Palace to find reinforcements?"

Jester looked gloomy as his bones broke and his bodies were deformed one by one, and said gloomyly: "It is impossible. The Demon Palace is fighting the Temple with all his might. They cannot have the strength to deal with these blood clans. Especially the true strength of the blood clan is definitely not weaker than that of the Temple and the Demon Palace. The master of the Demon Palace cannot take the risk of going to war with the Blood clan."

Des was cold and a black mist appeared all over his body. The wound on his body was slowly healing. He said viciously: "So, what should I do?"

Jester stroked his limb that was almost broken from the base of his thighs, and smiled coldly: "I really didn't expect that it was Chekov who saved us? Hum? Fuck, that Russian gangster who was chased by gangsters on the streets of London, hehe, Chekov who caused trouble to his boss all day long..."

Skye licked his lips with red tongue, looked at Jester in a little panic, and asked carefully: "Jest, what do you want to say? Are you okay? Hum? What do you want to say? Fuck, this is not the time to recall the past, right? And Chekov may not be killed."

Jester looked at Skye gloomyly and said coldly: "Why, are you afraid of something wrong with my brain? I just want to say that although Chekov is greedy for money, lust, afraid of death, and timid, he has never betrayed us. Even if he was caught by the MI6 people and used torture, he has never betrayed us. He has never betrayed his friends...I can't betray him."

"That bastard Kane, although he is stupid, he can't do anything except solve things with his fists, but he never made any mistakes. He never had any other thoughts about us. Phil, the Gore brothers, were all fucked by others and I picked them up from the street by my boss and my boss. The three bastards, like Chekov, had never run away when they were fighting desperately, they had never betrayed the boss, and of course, they had never betrayed me, Jester."

"If they are captured, even if the power is so powerful and easy to destroy me, I have to try it. I want to snatch them out. Even if the gods and Buddhas in the sky are blocking me, I have to use my head to break out a way... What about you? I want to find a way to make my legs grow again, and then, I want to find trouble for those blood clans, what about you?"

Skye shrugged her shoulders and waved her hand to cut the wrist vein of her left hand, letting the blood with golden light flow out. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Are you the only one who treats them as brothers? Ha, to be honest, we don't like Kane, Phil, Gore, they are too serious, but Chekov, he is our friend, our brother, he saved us, can we abandon him?...Swear by the sacred name of our ancestor Cain, no matter what you do, I will follow you."

Ace sighed and cut open his left wrist pulse, muttering, "Damn, we are seriously injured people, and we still have to bleed now, which is too uncomfortable. But..." His tone suddenly turned very serious: "Swear by Cain's name, Jester, I'll follow you. Aren't you just a group of old ghosts from the blood clan? We are still young, we have time to increase our strength, we can destroy them. Never die..."

The other five vampires also cut their wrist veins without hesitation and shouted gloomy: "Don't die, let Cain's name reply to the honor he should have... Kill all these damn blood clans... roar..."

Under the purple moonlight, a broken man and seven non-human beasts roared bloodyly at the desolate sky, and issued a declaration of revenge that even the devil would feel cold.

On an extremely distant planet, thirty ancient castles of blood clans landed on the ground, surrounding an extremely tall castle community. Countless blood clans transformed into bats, flying back and forth in the air, making a terrifying "squeaking" sound. Their numbers were so large that their bodies covered the moonlight in the sky, dancing in the air like countless ghosts.

Kane, Phil, and Gore deliberately relaxed their bodies. Their heavy bodies made several descendants of the vampire who were carrying them almost straightened their waists. Gore fully utilized the mouths and tongues of the villains from the streets of London and said viciously: "Dear, did you use too much force when you swear by yourself last night? Why don't you have the strength at all now? My body is not heavy."

A descendant of a blood clan angrily punched Gore in the face and shouted: "Shut up."

A black light shot over, and the descendant's head was blown to pieces by powerful magic, and his headless body slowly fell to the ground. A beautiful woman with a cold face drank gloomy: "They are important prisoners. You despicable slaves are not allowed to touch them, otherwise they will all die for me."

Kane laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha, is our identity so important? Bah..." Although Kane wanted to curse a few words, he couldn't think of any wonderful words to curse, so he had to stop.

However, Chekov, who was held in a plate full of magic symbols, seemed to be a ball of jelly, spoke viciously: "Hey, beauty, ignore those three big guys, they don't know any interest. When they love, they are straightforward, and they are the most traditional missionary method. There is only one trick and they never know how to change."

The sound like a slug kept coming from Chekov's soul: "Beauty, don't leave, fuck, my kung fu is much better than them. Hello, are you interested in trying it? Wow, your legs are so long, it's so fucking fascinating. Apart from the smaller breasts, there are no other flaws. The blood clan really produces beautiful women... Hey, let's discuss, how much do you spend all night with you?"

The woman with blood tribe turned pale and her eyes almost burst out of her socket. She was so angry that she could not disobey the order to punish Chekov. Especially at this moment, Chekov could not resist any harm at all. She roared in anger, revealing her two fangs, and then quickly walked into the deep castle.

Chekov muttered obscenely: "Oh, don't you sell it? What a pity... Hey, brother, your mother's surname?" Two bright blue light spots appeared on the light ball of Chekov's soul, barely used to show that this was his eyes. At this moment, his "eyes" stared at the blood clan marquis holding the plate.

The pale-faced marquis ignored Chekov's words and walked into the dim castle with stiff steps.

Chekov kept shouting: "Oh my God, don't you know your mother's name? What an unfilial child. Why didn't your mother strangle you to death when she gave birth to you? It didn't take you as a waste...or, why didn't your father shoot you directly on the wall? It didn't let you come out now and be embarrassed..."

The vicious insult almost made the Marquis holding the plate go crazy. His eyes were red and he yelled wildly: "Shut up, believe it or not, I will kill you now?"

Chekov laughed wildly: "Kill me? Do you dare? Fuck, do you want me to lend you the courage? Oh my God, how old are you this year? You are still just a marquis? Don't be surprised, I can judge your strength. Your breed must be bad, or, you are not a purebred blood clan? You must be a bastard. In this way, your strength will be so weak. Hehe, I'm right, right?"

Phil reluctantly opened his mouth and said weakly: "Chekov, my dear brother, don't tell it even if you know this fact. This hurts his self-esteem too much. I doubt he doesn't even know who his father is... Damn, didn't many prostitutes in our original place often have children out of wedlock? Maybe this is the case for this kind of guy."

The four people laughed viciously and laughed happily. The marquis holding the plate changed wildly. The blood clan's extreme pride and the ban issued by the above conflicted wildly in his mind. After a long time, he closed his eyes and chose to faint. After he was unconscious, he would no longer have to face such a hateful and terrible person. It would be better if he was unconscious.

The magic plate where Chekov was located fell heavily to the ground. Immediately, a deputy lord rushed over, carefully held up the plate, and shouted: "This useless guy, take it out and kill him, can't even hold a plate? A true blood noble must maintain an elegant demeanor even when facing the insults of the enemy. It has really lost all the face of our family."

That's right? There are twenty-nine members of other families in the corridor watching the excitement. If their tribe members do not perform well, wouldn't they lose all their face?

Two blue light beads on the Chikov's soul light ball emitted bright light. He smiled loudly and greeted the deputy lord: "Oh, dear Mr. Vampire, your mother's surname?"

With a loud 'clang', the deputy lord threw away the plate as if he saw a snake and roared: "Shut up, don't you let it go..." He ran out like wind, only Chekov's proud, evil laughter and Kane and the others were proud, crazy laughter filled the entire corridor.

Looking at Chekov who shook on the plate like jelly, the other members of the blood clan were speechless for a while, and no one dared to take on the heavy responsibility of holding the plate. After a long time, a descendant of the blood clan with the lowest level was elected and held up the plate where Chekov was.

The parents of thirty blood families saw all this in the magic mirror. The old ghost in the middle, wearing a big red robe and like a tall skeleton, shook his head and sighed: "This guy is a complete villain. But we can't hurt him yet, it really makes us a headache."

Another old ghost sighed and said, "Yes, they should know how to increase the strength of the blood clan so fast. Think about it, the most outstanding genius among our thirty families only reached the strength of the lord after 12,000 or 10,000 years. Other ordinary tribes usually only need 70,000 or 80,000 people who occasionally seek pleasure will take more than 100,000 years... If our thirty families can master that method." A strange light flashed in his eyes.

After a long time, a short old ghost looked at the faces of the parents around him and boldly said: "If we could master that method, what would the Supreme Elderly be?"

The other twenty-nine parents changed their expressions. They came over for a while and suddenly laughed in unison. They gently placed their thin claws together and held them. A strange blood stain soaked their palms. They had already issued the highest "blood oath" and formed a firm allies.

The tall and thin old ghost nodded, shook the red robe on his body, and said gloomyly: "There is a very large building complex underground in our Moheta family, with countless powerful magic traps. No one can break in there without disturbing us and put them in the deepest prison for interrogation. Are you relieved?"

An old ghost raised a finger and said softly: "Of course, don't worry, but each of our families must have members present, okay?"

The parents of the Moheta family nodded: "This is naturally. Although we have made the most noble blood oath, in order to show the sincerity of our Moheta family and to avoid disputes between us, everyone sent people to monitor the interrogation process. This is what it should be, it is completely necessary."

Thirty old ghosts smiled, walked towards a long table, picked up the golden wine glasses filled with blood, and drank them all in one go.

After a long time, an angry curse rang out from the deepest underground prison of the Moheta family: "I fuck your ancestors of the blood clan, fuck, I know that I can't play with women now, fuck, what's the point of seducing me with beautiful women? Damn, I, Mr. Chekov, don't eat this... You can try using criminal law on me, anyway, my soul is only left with one breath, and you just want to toss it casually, fuck, my soul is gone, don't even want to know anything..."

Immediately afterwards, there were a series of words that made the elegant vampire gentlemen stunned: "But, if you really have sincerity, help me recover my body, and then enhance my ability in some aspects. In this way, choose hundreds of the most outstanding beauties in your family... Remember, if you want a virgin, you can't be over twenty years old... Let them accompany me, I will definitely tell the secret of the cultivation... Hehe, this long-legged deputy lord, your figure is very satisfying to me... Yay, what are you running away? Come on, let's exchange feelings? Love starts after you get to know each other... Hello, why are you doing so fast?"

The first batch of senior blood clans who interrogated Chekov, threw away their armor and fled out of prison...

Three days later, the purple asteroid where Jester and the others were on. Jester shook his rebirth legs and quickly turned into thousands of afterimages. The "Dragon Slaying Dagger" emitted a trace of strange golden light in the air. With these afterimages, they tore open the nearby air. Anyone who was shrouded by his figure, whether it was rocks, trees, or beasts, were cut into the smallest particles by dense sword edges.

After a long time, the afterimage of Jester's sky was collected and gathered into his body again. He nodded and said with a sinister smile: "Did you remember what happened on the planets of the 'moon tribe' monsters? We rely on our high speed to beat those monks who are more skilled than us. Humph, the blood clan is faster, so we won't have time to destroy them with spells, and they will be pounced on their bodies, so we can only use speed to fight against their speed."

Skye raised his hand weakly and said helplessly: "That's it, but give us seven little time to reply. Jester, in order to regenerate these two legs, our magic power has been almost exhausted, and we must absorb a series of star power to recover. Damn, we used our blood to form these two legs, and you should have some of our blood characteristics. It's not us that brag, even if you, Jester, are powerful, just in terms of speed, you can't compare to our blood."

Jacet nodded, recognized Skye's statement, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's indeed a limb made of your flesh and blood. I can feel that my speed is 30% faster than before." Jacet nodded, without saying anything, floating in the air, closing his eyes and pondering.

Fal secretly pulled Skye and whispered: "Boss, haven't you noticed that Boss Jester has been a little weird lately? He seems a little out of his mind in the past three days. Is there a leg between him and Chekov? I'm missing you now..."

Before he finished speaking, an electric shock shot from the air, and a "Dragon Slaying Dagger" rubbed Fal's nose and shot into the rock on the ground. Fal's eyes suddenly rounded, and he quickly flapped and recovered most of the time, but his still broken wings ran away.

Skye let out a few strange laughs, her legs were folded, her head was raised to the sky, her mouth was opened, and a silver light spit out from her mouth, turning into thousands of thin silver light threads, circling around. The powerful star power was absorbed by these tiny silver light threads and then transmitted into Skye's body. Soon, Jester and Skye were enveloped in the light ball, but Skye and the others were silver light balls, while Jester was a fiery red light ball, and there was a hint of holy white light shot out.

Yi Chen was still blocked in the narrow cave that was hit by himself. The trauma of his Nascent Soul had recovered, but his body was still broken. Many broken bones were slowly healed by relying on the original recovery power of the body. What was even more outrageous is that every cell, or every molecule in his body, had been filled with the most primitive, purest, and unchanged star powers. These star powers have been condensed into almost crystal-like entities, densely spreading in Yi Chen's body.

At this moment, Yi Chen looked like a crystal portrait, crystal clear, silver light flashing, and a strange aura slowly emanated from his body. If Jester and the others were nearby, they would probably regard Yi Chen as a star and began to suck the star power that flowed out of him.

Yi Chen's heart is still empty, and his spiritual thoughts are hidden deep in the Nascent Soul, without any emotion or thought, floating around, and began to have a deeper understanding of himself and the world he came into contact with. Tian Xinzi said that if Yi Chen cannot understand the true "Tao", then he will not be able to break out from the "Star Gathering Realm". At this moment, Yi Chen was in a state of emptiness and ethereality, immersed in the understanding of this so-called "Tao" and the so-called "one" of all things that are biochemical.

The so-called enlightenment is only three or five days long. People with insufficient talent or relatively inferior luck often sit for thousands of years and get nothing. Yi Chen's luck is considered good. He has already initially contacted the realm of heaven and man and one in the "Medicine God Star". He further experienced this when he was plotting against Mr. Langyue. At this moment, due to various external reasons, his mind was like stagnant water without any ups and downs, and he easily entered this ultimate state.

A month later, on the purple planet where Jester and the others were located, a ball of thousands of meters in diameter. Golden flames roared out of the atmosphere. Seven blood lights filled with strong bloody smell followed closely behind him, like eight devils, making a crazy and strange "squeak" sound that could spread rapidly in the vacuum, rushing towards the place where Yi Chen and the others were ambushed.

"They captured Chekov there and must find a nearby location to interrogate them."

"That's right, according to my understanding of the blood clan, elegant demeanor and noble temperament are all protective measures. Their instinct is their instinct. They will force Chekov and others to ask us the seven of us why we have such powerful power."

"Hehe, you are too young and you have the strength of a lord. No wonder they are surprised... Well, where will they interrogate them?"

"Hmph, can you know if you catch a few of their tribe members and torture them? It's better to catch people at the lord level, so that we can quickly improve our strength."

Jester was greatly surprised: "Can you use them to enhance your strength?"

Skye sent a voice over: "Of course, if we can absorb the blood essence of the blood clan with higher levels than our level, then our strength will be improved, the more the better. If we can absorb a current parent-level figure, our strength should directly surpass the lord level... However, this method is impossible to use when the strength difference is too large, because the low-level blood clan cannot defeat the high-level blood clan. Moreover, the high-level blood clan has absolute control over the low-level blood clan, so it is difficult to use this method."

Jester's eyes emitted a fierce light: "But this rule does not apply to us, right? We have eight people who can deal with a lord. We will deal with them slowly. When your strength has improved almost, we will deal with people at the parent level. Isn't it a good plan?"

Fal also smiled grimly: "Yes, if we can sweep away the blood clans under these families at a very fast speed, their leaders will be panicked, right? Maybe Chekov and the others will suffer less."

Jester suddenly stopped, and the fire outside his body was stored back, revealing his body. He smiled sinisterly and sent a message: "Of course, in order to confuse the situation, maybe we should make some other preparations... Will you make the badge of the temple?"

Skye and the others' eyes lit up, but they all shook their heads.

Jester smiled sinisterly: "It doesn't matter. If we don't know how to make the temple badges, then we will rob some of them first. After we eliminate the strongholds of those blood clans, we can throw away a few badges... Even if the effect is not good, as long as the temple and blood clans can make suspicious, even a little bit of suspicion will be beneficial to us."

Eight rays of light flew out.

A week later, on a planet in the territory of the Moheta family, a black castle built on a towering cliff. Two coachmen drove a huge carriage into the gate of the castle and stopped steadily in front of the steps of the main building. An elderly blond with gray hair, straight waist, and a medieval palace supervisor, came up with three servants with a smile, bowed and opened the carriage door, and asked with a smile: "Madam, how are you doing today?"

A beautiful woman in a long white dress yawned off the carriage and said lazily, "Fortunately, Duosot. The little girl who sang the second heroine today is very beautiful. Our little princess is fascinated by her... Jia Ruier, come down, don't be sleepy... What is the master doing?"

Duosot bowed slightly and replied, "The master is processing the letter in the study. It seems that something big has happened. As the deputy lord who commands the nearby blood clan, the master has to be more busy."

The lady in Duosot's mouth frowned: "It's strange, it's been a long time since this happened. Has the Supreme Elderly Council done anything? But wasn't they said that after the rise of the power of the Temple and the Demon Palace, we must keep a low profile? Really, what big thing happened? Alas, he was supposed to accompany me to the theater."

Skye, who was suspended in the sky, muttered, "Do you feel it? The identity of the deputy lord has the strength that exceeds that of the lord. Well, it seems that he is a branch noble, otherwise his identity would be higher. I can't wait to try to absorb the blood of members of this clan. What a wonderful thing it would be."

Jester snorted coldly: "Yes, the owner of this castle is very powerful, but his wife, who only has the strength of a viscount, is too weak. Even this butler with the strength of a duke is much better than her." Jester's hand pressed down slightly, and a huge golden fireball made a unique "whistle" sound when the flames burned, and violently bombarded the carriage below.

A little girl with curly hair on her head had just rubbed her eyes and came out of the carriage. Jester's fireball had hit the carriage. The super high-temperature fireball trained by the scorching star power of countless stars drove violently like a bomb. The entire carriage, along with the two drivers who drove the carriage, instantly turned into ashes. The girl screamed and a layer of black light appeared on her body. Her back was burnt out by the heat wave, and it hit the wall heavily.

It seems that the hidden strength of this pure-blooded little blood clan is still above the duke. At least their housekeeper and that lady evaporated instantly by the high temperature emitted by Jester's fireball. The blood clan is born with no great resistance to the light and heat of pure sun, let alone the "fire thunder" released by a master like Jester, driven by the true essence of the sun, and connoting the true fire of the sun?

A shrill cry came from the castle: "Oh my God..."
To be continued...