The Marquis raised his left hand, pointed at Qianye with his index finger with long nails, and a burst of blood spurted Qianye. The blood energy is deep and obscure, extremely cold, and sharp as a knife, leaving dark red marks wherever it passes, which will not fade for a long time.
Qianye sneered in his heart, this Marquis is really relying on the old to sell the old, and he is determined to eat himself. Attacking the enemy with blood can only be miraculously effective when one's own blood essence and actual strength can overwhelm the opponent. The bloodlines of the twelve ancient clans are naturally extremely high. He is also a marquis, and he is only the Earl of Garter. It seems that this is a very normal and natural choice. As long as the blood energy hits, Qianye can be crippled with one blow.
However, he was too arrogant, so arrogant that he blinded his eyes, unable to see clearly the essence of Qianye's dark gold blood energy.
Qianye did not dodge or dodge, raised his hand and pointed, and the same blood was instantly reflected back.
The blood energy was as fast as lightning, and the two sides were hit by the blood energy almost at the same time. When the blood energy attacked the enemy, it was extremely sharp, and a small hole also appeared in the chests of Qianye and Marquis. The hole is not big, like being pricked by a needle. For the blood race, such a wound is just a small wound even if it runs through the front and back. What really hurts the enemy is the blood energy entering the body. Between blood and blood is the battlefield to decide the outcome.
Qianye's face turned pale for a while, and he lowered his head to look at his chest. The wound was filled with dark blood, preventing it from healing. Moreover, the wound was extremely deep, piercing through the blood core, and a wound was opened on the blood core. After all, the strength of the Marquis of the ancient clan is there, and it is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary Marquis. This attack penetrated Qianye's body and directly injured the blood core. For the blood race, the blood core is even more important than the heart of the human race, no matter how small the injury is, it is a serious injury.
The Marquis's face turned even paler, but there was a hideous and terrifying smile. He knew that his blood energy had stabbed Qianye's blood core, and then the blood energy should penetrate into the blood core and completely strangle Qianye from the source. It is impossible for Qianye to win the battle of blood and energy against the twelve ancient clans. Every ancient clan revolves around the origin of the river of blood, the very first drop of blood. There will be no blood clan stronger than the twelve ancient clans in terms of blood power.
There was also a wound on the Marquis's chest. Qianye's blood energy was insufficient after all. Before reaching the blood core, it dispersed on its own and rushed to all parts of the body. The next thing is the battle of blood and energy, but the vampires with a little common sense know that whether they can break into the blood core will have a great impact on the battle of blood and energy.
The eyes of the old Marquis are full of fear at this moment, but there is also ferocious rejoicing. He never expected that a bloody earl in the neutral land could break his chest with blood. But everything ends here, the earl is the earl, and the marquis of the ancient clan can never win in the battle of blood.
If it wasn't for the great enemy still behind him, the old marquis would have planned to take down this damned bastard, bring him back to his clan, and torture him in a blood prison for a hundred years, so as to offset the serious crime of hurting his own body.
At this moment, the blood energy in Qianye's blood core surged, and a raging dark golden flame suddenly ignited, burning all the blood energy that invaded in one fell swoop. The dark gold blood energy seemed to have no regard for the invading blood energy at all, and had no intention of devouring it, and directly destroyed it with blood flames. Instantly, a flame burst out from the wound on Qianye's chest, and then he slowly closed his mouth.
The old Marquis shrank his pupils in shock. He never expected that his blood energy would be defeated in an instant. Didn't he attack the blood core just now? As soon as he thought about it, he felt as if he had been pierced by needles everywhere in his body, and his blood was draining rapidly. The Marquis was shocked, and hurriedly inspected the situation inside his body, only to see Qianye's dispersed blood flowing around, constantly destroying the flesh and blood with an unstoppable force. The Marquis's own blood naturally rose up to resist, but when he touched Qianye's blood, he was immediately defeated. It often takes seven or eight blood qi to destroy one of Qianye's blood qi.
The Marquis was shocked, pointed at Qianye, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you actually have the potential of a duke, no no, a prince?!"
Qianye didn't answer, and strode forward, the light of origin flashed on the edge of Dongyue's sword, trying to pierce the Marquis' blood core with his sword. The reason why he uses blood and energy to attack, which is a way to hurt both sides, is because he can decide the outcome in an instant. Qianye didn't want to stay any longer at this moment, he just wanted to rush to the center of the battlefield as soon as possible to rescue Yetong.
At this moment, the Marquis is trying his best to kill Qianye's blood energy in his body, but fortunately, the blood core is intact, so there is still room for resistance. Seeing Qianye approaching with his sword in hand, he retreated and dodged while calling for his subordinates to come to rescue him.
How could Qianye give him a chance to breathe, amidst a sneer, Dongyue shook his head and pierced the blood core!
However, when Dongyue's sword was still some distance away from the Marquis's chest, a hand suddenly appeared on the Marquis's chest, holding his blood core tightly in his slender five fingers, and the blood core was still struggling and pulsating desperately.
The ferocious expression of the old Marquis froze for an instant, turning ashen ashes. He wanted to look back, but he didn't have any strength left.
Not to mention the old Marquis, Qianye was also taken aback. He didn't expect to be snatched by others by only a small margin. This person came so silently, so close that Qianye didn't notice it.
Looking at that hand, Qianye's heart suddenly jumped twice.
The Marquis fell limp, Ye Tong emerged from behind him, spread his five fingers, and let the blood core fall to the ground. The old Marquis made a hoo hoo sound in his throat, and blood gushed straight out. He tried his best to pick up the blood core that fell on the ground, but he only stretched halfway, and then fell heavily to the ground, and did not move anymore.
Only then did Yetong stare at Qianye, and said coldly, "I want you to be troublesome!"
"I want to kill these guys myself, it has nothing to do with you." Qianye's attitude was also very tough.
Yetong snorted coldly, stopped looking at Qianye, and looked back, only to see a figure on the top of the mountain rushing through the wind and snow, looking a little embarrassed. This was the last Marquis, who was supposed to be in charge of entangled Ye Tong, and returned to help after the old Marquis dealt with Qianye. Unexpectedly, Ye Tong suddenly left the battlefield and killed the old marquis with lightning. His speed was too far behind Nighteye, and he hadn't reached the mountainside until now.
Seeing the corpse of the old Marquis, the Marquis' face changed again and again, extremely ugly, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him and couldn't believe it and stepped back.
Yetong snorted coldly and shouted, "Kalinan, kneel down!"
The Marquis' face was changing, his cheeks were twitching, he looked at Yetong, then at Qianye, finally made a decision, landed on one knee, bowed his head and said, "Galinan, Marquis of Silver Wings, is willing to serve His Royal Highness Yetong from now on. "
As soon as Calinan fell, the remaining strong blood clansmen were shocked, looked at each other in blank dismay, turned and fled. Calinan had just surrendered at this time, and was eager to make contributions. He suddenly pounced and killed the two third-class counts in an instant. When he stood up with a murderous look, and was about to go after the remaining four viscounts, he saw Qianye's figure flickering, appearing from the side of the last viscount, and Dongyue had already pierced his blood core. Calinan's heart shook, and he looked around again, only to see that the other three viscounts also fell to the ground. In this split second, Qianye actually killed all the four viscounts who fled separately
Jialinan felt awe in his heart, knowing that Qianye's strength should not be underestimated. At the moment, he had no other thoughts, knelt in front of Yetong, and said, "Your Highness, please give me blood."
Bestowing blood is a loyalty ceremony of the blood clan, in which a drop of original blood is bestowed by the superior, and blended into the blood of the inferior. The lower-ranking people will gain power from this, but they will also be subject to the upper-ranking ones. Although the power of control is not as irresistible as that of the direct blood, there is a heavy price to pay for betrayal. Only the true upper-rank blood clans are eligible to bestow blood.
Nighteye nodded, pulled out the vampire blade, and walked towards Calinan. Seeing that she approved the blood donation, Calinan's expression of worry faded away, excitement and agitation intertwined with fear piled up on his face.
As the Marquis of Silver Wings with his own title, Gallinan's strength is still higher than the other two Marquis, and there is a possibility of going further in the future. His blood originates from the lightless king, Mei Danzuo. To complete the blood donation, Yetong's bloodline must be stronger than Mei Danzuo's. If this is the case, then there is a possibility that the Duke's dying exclamation was true.
Yetong had already walked behind Calinan, and the blood-sucking blade in his hand pierced his back, and the edge of the blade had penetrated into the blood core.
Severe pain struck his whole body one after another, and Jialinan trembled from the pain, but he dared not move in the slightest. Yetong's face paled a little in an instant, and a drop of source blood had been injected into Calinan's body through the blood-sucking blade.
Kalinan's blood surged in an instant, he howled in pain, and his hands deeply grabbed into the solid rock. But after a while, he gradually calmed down, and his breath gradually picked up. Before he could recover, Calinan jumped up, knelt down in front of Yetong, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me the blood!"
Yetong said lightly: "Get up, you are worth a drop of origin blood."
Calinan seemed flattered, so he dared to stand up, and immediately stood behind Yetong.
Qianye also had some understanding of giving blood. Seeing that Yetong had completely suppressed Meidanzuo's blood in such a short period of time, it showed that in terms of the original power of the bloodline, Yetong was not slightly stronger than Meidanzuo, but had already pulled the blood. opened the gap.
In fact, there is no need for the blood giving ceremony, just her unimaginable control over power is enough to prove that the words "on the holy mountain" are true.
After the blood giving ceremony was completed, Qianye asked, "Why is this happening?"
"What?" Ye Tong didn't seem to understand, and looked in other directions.
Qianye walked around in front of her, not letting her look away, and asked again: "Why is this happening?"
"Do you know if it's useful?" Yetong asked calmly.
"How will you know if you don't try?" This time, Qianye looked directly into Yetong's eyes, refusing to give in at all.
Yetong laughed at himself and said, "Maybe, not everyone welcomes me back to the Holy Mountain."
At this time, there was a faint loneliness that could not be concealed between her brows.
Seeing that Qianye didn't quite understand, she added: "On the holy mountain, there are already people in the Supreme Throne."
Only then did Qianye realize that what Yetong was talking about was Lilith, Queen of the Night. He pointed to Gallinan and asked, "These people..."
"Some people don't want me to be in power, and some people want my blood."
Thinking that Mei Danzuo once asked the Imperial Army for Nighteye, Qianye suddenly understood many causes and consequences.
Lilith, who now lives on the holy mountain, has a series of titles such as the queen of the night, known as the second blood of the long river of blood, and has a supreme status for all blood races. Even looking at the entire world of Eternal Night, only the one from the Demon Race can compete with her.
There was the Queen of the Night at the end of the Holy Mountain, and the King of Lightless was blocking the way. No wonder Yi Yetong's arrogance and arrogance after awakening also showed a trace of despair and loneliness at this moment.
For her, maybe this is the only purpose of this life
Qianye's blood surged suddenly, and he said word by word: "I'll send you to the holy mountain!"
"What?" Yetong couldn't believe her ears.
"I'll send you to the Holy Mountain!"
"Is it up to you?"
Qianye's voice was deep but extremely firm, "Not now, but one day, I will send you to the Holy Mountain!"
"You know... what that means?"
"I know." Qianye knew that this meant going to war with the entire Evernight world, and even the empire.
Yetong lowered her eyes and asked, "Why?"
"Because you want to."
"Just... because of this??"
"Because of this."
Yetong was speechless for a moment, only the howling wind was left on the top of the mountain. In the wind and snow, Qianye's voice seemed to be still reverberating.
"One day, I will send you to the holy mountain!"
Volume 8 Who Will Fill the Old Moon with the New Bottle