Mo Lin Chapter 465: The Hunter and the Prey Sound Novel Online Listening

"Praise the ancestors."

"Accept your compliments."

For the old man, the ancestor he praised did not refer to a definite ancestor, but a kind of dignity expected by the blood race.

Ah Ming's acceptance did not mean that he was his ancestor, but rather an affirmation of the dignity of his own blood.

Pedigree,

In fact, it does not refer to the inheritance of ethnic lines, but a kind of status and status. What it modifies is actually an implicit presentation of strength.

In fact, the meaning covered here is the same in a broad sense.

Take people as an example. Tian Tian inherited the lineage of Tian Wujing. He is a soul boy;

But from a genetic point of view, it does not mean that Tiantian is noble because of inheriting the "Tian family" lineage. It is purely because his father, relying on his terrible talent, raised the upper limit very high, so Tiantian After inheriting Lao Tian's genes, his own initials were also elevated.

This has nothing to do with education and the environment, it is purely for my own bonus;

And this is the inheritance of blood in the true sense, and has nothing to do with culture, beliefs, or even the power of ethnic groups.

This also applies to monster races, where dragons beget dragons and phoenixes beget phoenixes. If you don't extend this concept, in essence, you are talking about the example of Tiantian.

Taking people as an example, the Ji family is excellent, but Zheng Houye, who came from the head of Guizhou, can still rise up, although outsiders do not know that Zheng Houye is a threat;

But this rise of Zheng Houye is not unacceptable, because examples of the rise of grassroots? Every era will not be missing, they can break the shackles of the fetters of culture and blood, and control their own right to speak. ；

But in terms of specificity? Actually, it has been out of the category of blood itself.

What kind of prince will Xiangning? It is a kind of penetration and roar about this.

What about specific examples?

Among the seven demon kings, in terms of setting, one is the real ancestor-level? That is Liang Cheng.

In Liang Cheng's setting? He himself was one of the ancestors of the four great zombies, the first batch that appeared, and even the first batch.

This is the pedigree of Zhenger Bajing? It is impeccable in terms of time and status.

That is, when someone else took out the record? To brag about the glory of his ancestor? Liang Cheng could nod his head? "Your ancestor once raised a horse for me."

And what Aming like? In fact, it’s not the first kinship that eats crabs in the traditional sense. In the setting of Aming, he was the most common kinship he obtained at the beginning, and then relied on his own efforts and a lot of Opportunity? Slowly improve and evolve his bloodline? Finally, step by step towards the peak of the blood clan? Even at the peak, he himself has the blood of the ancestor-level vampire.

At the pedigree level? He can see all the mountains and small mountains, but he belongs to the winner of the mountain climbing, not since ancient times.

but,

In this environment,

Ah Ming can indeed follow, and he can't overemphasize it.

Above,

The old man was not angry because of Ah Ming's "arrogance";

Because the races are the same between each other, the old man can clearly perceive the...exquisiteness that the other person presents.

The exquisiteness of life,

Noble delicacy,

The exquisite pedigree,

This means that the other party is very healthy and living well, and for the blood race, it means an absolute...threat.

Because the relationship of first embrace can be bestowed, it is actually very easy for the blood family to find their own followers, and even spread their own legends;

But this kind of cultural output and influence is worthless in front of another family.

When Ah Ming’s hand just touched the upper ring, the ancestor woke up. He had never fallen into absolute sleep, but the arrival of Ah Ming brought the throbbing of his soul. May continue to sleep peacefully.

"where you from?"

A Ming looked at the old man.

The face of the old man is actually a bit strange.

People will degenerate when they get older. Not only will their bodies shrink with the trend, but their heads will become shorter, and their faces will gradually lose their edges and corners, and they will no longer be as vivid as they were when they were young.

For example, the old man in front of him, his hair has already fallen out, and his entire face is showing a sickly sallow.

But you can still see from the details,

He doesn't seem to be Oriental.

And if it’s from the West, it’s interesting, it’s interesting.

This means that the West of this world retains a relatively complete and clear blood culture and... inheritance.

This can be more tempting to Ah Ming than the fine wines from Qianguo Jiangnan.

If this matter can be confirmed, then the blind man’s ambition is to rebel, creating a dynasty in which he stands behind the scenes and Zheng Fan stands in front;

And A Ming will be the first to call out "Xi Zheng, Xi Zheng, Xi Zheng!" after the establishment of this dynasty.

The old man opened his mouth,

Tao

"I come from the depths of the ancestor's soul!"

This is a politically correct word for vampires.

But for A Ming, this is not the answer he wants.

Unfortunately,

This kind of communication,

There is no way to proceed lavishly, mainly because the external environment does not allow it.

In particular, there was another roar from above. Obviously, the fight above has entered a fever.

And no matter what is happening above, the essence should still be for the old man below.

A Ming said, "Follow me, and I will let you witness the true ancestor's glory."

The old man smiled,

Tao

"I think so too."

The talk collapsed.

At the beginning, a barbarian sacrifice made two living corpses. Liang Cheng could rely on the roar from the depths of his soul to reverse control them. The reason was that the bloodline was suppressed. In fact, the two living corpses were still in a muddle-headed state.

This is like when ordinary people see the precious species of heaven, they can't help feeling in awe and worship;

On the surface, the big brothers in the court will be like this, but in reality, they know the absurdity of the emperor and the prince, and they know their desires to bow down, which is etiquette, but in the bottom of their hearts, they can even think of me instead.

The old man could feel the unusualness of his fellow clan, but he was not too surprised, nor did he kneel down and swear allegiance directly, because this fellow clan, his own breath, was not considered strong.

"Om!"

The old man moved, he opened his fangs and threw down.

Ah Ming receded and avoided for a while.

But the old man was as agile as a long snake, his body was close to the ground, and he turned and pounced again.

A Ming stretched his arms, nails grew between his fingers.

The old man opened his mouth and let out a roar in his throat.

Ming closed his eyes and directly ignored the other party's mental interference.

"boom!"

The two sides collided together.

The old man ignored the injury, just biting his fangs at Ah Ming's neck;

And Ah Ming counterattacked and blocked with fists, arms, feet, etc., with the main purpose of avoiding the attack of the opponent's vital fangs.

They are of the same kind, so there is no secret in the way of fighting.

So,

This clash, from the very beginning, seemed very ugly.

It's not like a duel between nobles, it's more like a torn between two drunks.

"Puff!"

A Ming and the old man fell to the ground at the same time.

at this time,

There was a burst of obscure syllables in the old man's throat.

Immediately afterwards,

Blood lights flashed from the old man, like shadows, hitting Ah Ming's body.

This is blood magic!

A Ming's body was restricted, and the blood in his body fell into a kind of sluggishness, which caused stiffness in his body.

The old man can finally take advantage of the situation to cling to Ah Ming's body and enjoy his own feast.

But Ah Ming's body moved again at this time. Although it looked a little stiff, it probably acted like a puppet, using the joints as the axis, losing its softness.

But at such a close distance, it is enough to do a lot of things.

first of all,

It was Ah Ming's knee that turned sideways, and his calf tucked into the old man's lower abdomen. Then Ah Ming's two arms turned up, and ten nails naturally pierced the old man's neck.

Too understanding and too familiar;

Perhaps for outsiders, the obscure spell, in Aming's ears, was familiar enough to be fe, thankyou, andyou?

Therefore, Aming self-freezes the blood at the joints in advance, so that he can withstand the opponent's blood magic...when the blood is blocked, he can still retain a very mechanized body operation.

He succeeded,

The old man's combat experience, to be precise, the combat experience with the same clan, should be extremely scarce, which makes him suddenly be overturned when he has the advantage.

A Ming's ten fingers were pinched on the old man's neck, like a pig's brain on a string of incense, ten bamboo sticks were stringed on very crazy.

But the old man's reaction was quick. In his eyes, blood began to churn quickly, which was another magic.

In an instant,

The blood in the old man's body began to drip, flowing down Ah Ming's nails and fingers, like sulfuric acid, and began to erode Ah Ming's nails and body.

At the same time, the skin and tissues of the old man’s neck began to regenerate wildly, not only to supplement the wound, but also to expand the body. The skin, muscles, veins, and bones began to follow Ah Ming’s nails to build for it. The frame began to grow towards Ah Ming's body. Once the two sides really touched each other, the result was probably a fusion.

This is a very disgusting blood magic, treating himself as a trash can container, forcibly trying to wrap it up and eat the opponent.

Even if the attacked party is a blood clan, this kind of forcible inclusion is destined to be malnourished.

There was a hint of doubt in Ah Ming's eyes.

The opponent's pedigree level is not low, but not as high as himself, but the opponent's accumulation is richer than himself.

To make an analogy,

I am an exquisite white jade cup, but very small;

The other party is a glass, not valuable, but large in capacity.

But the problem is,

If you can use magic like this, and accumulate so much, why use hiding here and let those above you be a cover for yourself?

If you are truly healthy and have no regrets, why not be free?

That big tank is like a trough for raising pigs. In fact, he is more like a raised pig. This is not a life state acceptable to the kinsmen. If it is not for love, this kind of life, they would rather choose to die. Go as relief.

The erosive force and expansion force began to attack Ah Ming together.

The nails began to melt, and the flesh began to split. This is not a high-end blood magic, but in critical moments, it is very useful and straightforward.

If you stand on the side and watch at this time,

Can see such a situation

The old man’s body seems to be frantically performing the true meaning of lymphatic hyperplasia and bone hyperplasia,

And Ah Ming is like a pig sample being roasted soaked in hot blood lava.

Not just nails and arms anymore,

The skin and flesh of Ah Ming's entire chest had been scalded and cracked, and the air was filled with the smell of boiling bacon.

It's a pity that Fan Li is fighting on his head. Otherwise, if he sees this situation, he might sprinkle some cumin, star anise and cinnamon before saving people, and see if he can bring out the flavor.

Ah Ming was not panicking, screaming, or shouting. He was mobilizing the blood in his body and resisting consumption in a way.

Even with this kind of resistance, he has taken advantage of it, and if nothing happens, he will fall into the abyss step by step.

but,

Ming doesn't think he will lose;

Siniang and Zheng Fan once analyzed the characteristics of the demon kings, aside from the shackles of being restricted by the master's own strength and unable to exert their peak strength, in fact, the real power of the demon king is their state of mind.

The mood here includes experience.

Ming's idea is very simple and clear. I will delay the time, and I believe that there must be a problem with you, old gangster!

When the skin and flesh began to roll from the position of Ah Ming’s neck, it was already close to the point,

The old man suddenly opened his mouth,

He started to breathe in a way of asthma, but it seemed like he couldn't get in. His body began to spasm. His skin and flesh that almost coincided with Ah Ming's chest began to withdraw quickly, and the temperature of his blood was also fast. Cooling

The magic that was applied to Ah Ming was also released,

Ming regained his freedom,

immediately,

Ah Ming sat up, his injury was very serious, because it was not only a skin trauma, but also blood pollution.

This is even more troublesome for Ah Ming than when an accident occurred during an experiment in a workshop, which caused his skin to be covered with debris such as dust.

Because if this foreign blood is not eliminated and cleaned up, if the blood contamination is really achieved, it will affect the purity of one's bloodline, and ultimately, cause its own bloodline to be downgraded.

That is to say, in the future, even if the master ate Dabu pills, the realm will rise, the third grade, or even the second grade, the other demon kings will regain their peak happily after successful licking, and his Ming will be forever due to this pollution It is impossible to return to the state of the original heyday.

Because this was not a vampire taking the initiative to **** blood, Ah Ming had previously broken all defenses and forcibly merged.

The difference is, are you holding a bag of plasma to drink and blood transfusion, is the same concept?

But Ah Ming is not paying special attention to these now.

He sits on the ground,

Ignore the extensive burns on my skin,

look,

But it fell on the old man who was curled up on the ground and took a big breath.

"You are not a pure vampire, you are a first-time winner."

"Your master may have died, no, not just death, your master should have suffered a strong curse before death, and even this curse was shared on you."

"No wonder you hide, no wonder you hide, your own inner core has already had a problem."

"You simply can't solve the problem of your own inner core. No matter how much blood you absorb, it will only make you seem powerful, but in fact, it is not worth mentioning."

The old man stared at Ah Ming sitting in front of him with a bitter gaze, A Ming, who was analyzing himself step by step, and he was right.

But this is the last fact that the old man is unwilling to face.

He is a bereavement dog. His master was nailed to the cross. Before he was executed by fire, he also endured the "blessing of light."

It is a great honor for him to be shared with the blessing as a "blood servant".

But this blessing made him worse than death.

He didn't dare to stay in the West because he was facing the chase of the Templars, he could only flee from the West with his own subordinates.

During the period, Hu Cong changed several batches.

But he finally came here. When he came here, there is still a secret. It was a secret that his master had told him before he was taken away.

But what makes him desperate is that there is indeed no Templar in the East, and the power of the West cannot even survive the barriers of the desert barbarians, because deep in their hearts, there is an almost instinctive fear of the desert, which originated a hundred years ago. , A terrifying expedition to the west by the barbarian royal court.

Moreover, Westerners also know that in the East, there is an empire called "Yan". They are above the barbarians and have suppressed the barbarians for many years.

And over the past few decades, Western business groups, missions, etc. have had a series of exchanges. After passing through the desert, the first batch of contacts has been the horror and power of Zhenbei Houfu~lightnovelpub.net~ However, here in the East, there were also people who noticed themselves and chased them over.

even,

Not the same family in front of me.

The old man curled up on the ground, weak, pitiful and helpless;

However, he finally stopped having asthma, he just stared at Ah Ming.

"You can't run away either...hehehe...hehehe...you can't run away either...the one who wanted to catch me...now...there are two..."

At this time,

The pull ring was pulled up again,

A knife man with a wound on his body,

Dragging a long knife,

Walked down slowly.

His gaze first fell on the old man, and then on Ah Ming. When he saw that the skin on Ah Ming was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the corner of the knife man’s mouth showed a touch of surprise and satisfaction. Smile.

Ming felt,

since,

He came down,

Na Fan Li...

Probably because I saw that I couldn't beat it, I just ran away.

The knife guest is here,

The real hunter, here comes.

The old man laughed hysterically

"The two of us...are prey......are...both prey..."

A Ming shook his head.

He ignored the pace of the knife man continuing to approach,

But got up,

Pick up the old man and let him crawl on his back.

Seeing this action, the knife man was taken aback for a moment.

Even the old man himself was stunned for a moment, because he knew that the swordsman was powerful, and more clearly, that the same clan who carried him on his back was not intending to take himself to break through and escape.

A Ming's calm voice came

"Or, become prey together;"

Paused,

Next sentence

"Or, lend me your blood;

I'll bring you,

hunt. "

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