In the ancestral land of the Vampire Clan, in the dark world, there are many dark shadows visible in the gloomy mist.

The pitch-black rivers flowed from the ground to the sky, converging into a vast sea of ​​darkness in the center of the boundless dome, exuding a strange and gloomy atmosphere.

In the middle of the Black Sea, there is a dark palace, and there is a vague smell of blood emerging from it.

This is a taboo place for the Vampire Clan, and no one other than the duke can enter.

Inside, sleeps the most primitive and ancient ancestor of the vampire race, the ancient creature that once accepted the power of darkness and successfully survived.

His power and invincibility are almost beyond description in words. He is almost like a dark creature.

Moreover, his origins are extremely long and he knows some secrets from the ancient times, and he used the dark origin he obtained, combined with the ancient arts from the ancient times, to single-handedly create this huge vampire clan.

Rather than saying that he is the ancient ancestor of the Vampire Clan, it is better to say that he is the God of the Vampire Clan!

Therefore, this area has always been regarded as a holy land by the vampires. Since that man back then, no outsiders have been there for a long time.

But this day...

The dark laws trembled, and a dark red door vaguely opened deep in the sky, as if connecting the two worlds.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

The blood-red Divine Chains of Order emerged, intertwined with each other, and turned into a long blood-red bridge, extending from the dark red door and sinking straight into the dark palace in the center of the dark sea.

In the dark red door, light surged, and in a trance, a white-robed figure walked into this dark world.

It was a middle-aged man. He walked calmly, looked calm, and walked with his hands behind his back, like a god walking in the nine heavens.

Endless black mist surged, but it couldn't get close to him.

There was great righteousness rising from him, turning into sacred flames, emitting mysterious light, and dispelling the darkness.

This person is the headmaster of Kunlun, Qianzhen!

At this time, he came alone and entered the ancestral land of the vampire clan. He walked slowly, stopping and stopping along the way, as if he was observing the scenery.

"Headmaster Kunlun, what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, deep in the dark world, a huge sound sounded, and the whole world trembled.

The dark palace shook slightly, and a qi machine rose up, turning into a huge shadow in mid-air, blurry, but behind it there was a pair of purple-gold wings fanning, exuding waves of destruction.

"Oh, it's you!"

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be an invisible barrier appearing in front of Qian Zhen, blocking his steps.

But Qian Zhen's expression remained unchanged and he continued to move forward. The mysterious fire filled his body and directly shattered the invisible barrier.

Just keep moving forward.

"Xueji, have you recovered from your injuries? I thought you died! You didn't even die from such a serious injury. What a great fate!"

Qian Zhen spoke casually, his voice lazily, but it aroused dissatisfaction from the heavy blood clan in the darkness.

"How dare you insult our emperor!"

"Despicable human being, so rude, behead him!"

"You should be killed for blaspheming our emperor!"

…

For a moment, the vampires in the dark world became excited and roared one by one.

They gnashed their teeth and rushed to take action!

With a bang, more than a dozen counts took action, their silver wings fluttering, causing a dark storm to roll.

The golden lines on the wings glowed, turning into golden lines that spread out, rising and falling in the depths of the storm, like golden rivers, cutting out like swords, and the space was cut open.

The blood count, in terms of strength, is equal to the eastern monks in the god-transformation stage. They are extremely powerful between the early and middle stages of god-transformation.

More than a dozen counts attacked at the same time, taking advantage of the geographical advantages of the dark world. Even Geng Yi, who was in the middle stage of becoming a god, had to avoid the attack temporarily.

However, Qian Zhen glanced at them lightly.

In an instant, the storm was annihilated and the golden light shattered. Under Gan Zhen's glance, the bodies of more than a dozen counts exploded instantly and turned into blood mist.

But the black mist filled the air, and they were reborn in the black mist, but their faces were slightly pale.

They wanted to continue taking action, but were stopped by the huge phantom.

Pointless!

They retreated.

"Is it too much?" the huge shadow said, his voice rolling like thunder, with a coldness.

"It's just a few barking dogs. Are you so excited?"

Qian Zhen didn't take it seriously and moved on.

Then he flicked his sleeves, and invisible power filled the air, and the black mist was forcibly torn apart, revealing the real artifacts on the earth.

"you!"

The shadow snorted coldly, his voice filled with anger, the purple and gold wings behind him vibrated, and in an instant the storm of destruction gathered, turning into a heavenly sword and slashing towards Qian Zhen.

His strength far exceeds that of the count, and even the prince-level vampires are like ants in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the geographical advantages here, his phantom can almost exert its power in the tribulation period.

However, Qian Zhen didn't even look at it this time. The sword of destruction dissipated and the power of destruction collapsed. Countless vampires were stunned when they saw it.

This is……

what's the situation?

Master Kunlun, is he so strong?

At this time, many vampires were stunned and shocked.

Even some old princes were dormant in the darkness, watching all this.

The reason why they didn't take action just now was because they had dealt with Qian Zhen before and knew how strong the nominal leader of the Dongtu Dao Sect was, so they didn't take action rashly.

At the same time, they also wanted to use those dozen counts to measure how powerful the Kunlun headmaster would be a hundred years later.

So at this time, they were all confused.

A hundred years later, the strength of Master Kunlun has reached a level that they cannot understand!

Although Gan Zhen's strength was above the king level back then, it wasn't so ridiculously high.

But now...

At this time, even the huge phantom was stunned and couldn't believe it.

"Xue Jian, you were seriously injured by that guy back then. Your origins were shattered and your true life collapsed. You managed to escape death. It only took you a hundred years to recover to this extent. How dare you take the risk to attack me at this level?"

Qian Zhen smiled, but never raised his head.

In just a moment, he knew the depth of the shadow.

"What? Are you really tired of living? Do you want me to help you die?"

Then Ganzhen looked at the ground.

His aura filled the air, and the black mist was forced to disperse, revealing the lineup on the ground.

Mountains collapsed, rivers stopped flowing, and sword marks were all over the ground, as if a face was covered with countless scars, ferocious and ugly.

The sword marks were bottomless, as if a plow from heaven had plowed the earth.

In addition, there are also fist seals appearing on the earth, like huge basins.

One black iceberg after another exudes an eternal cold air.

Countless trees struck by lightning withered and died. They were once seeds of darkness, obliterated by the supreme thunder...

One can imagine what horrific battles took place here.

Looking at these ruins, Qian Zhen couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at the world, that one is truly invincible!

Even the vampires...

If that person hadn't been seriously injured at that time...

If it weren't for the Liangyi Dust Formation in Shushan at that time...

If he hadn't used the magic whip to sneak attack...

if not……

Thinking of the past, Qian really couldn't help but feel nervous.

That's right, if it weren't for those many conditions, how could they, a group of mortal monks, have killed an immortal!

It's simply whimsical.

"What? You feel sad when you revisit your old place?"
To be continued...