C378 Greetings Blood God
C378 Greetings Blood God
Yang Qiu suddenly sneered and shook his head. He turned around and said to Old Man Hu Qidong.
"Elder Hu, it's done. We can seal the coffin now. I have something to do at the last minute, so I'll leave first. "
After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for Old Man Hu Qidong to speak.
"Young Master Yang, I'll send a carriage. . . !"
"No need. "
Hu Qidong and Hu Hanqing were shocked by Yang Qiu's attitude. They were afraid but did not dare to ask. They could only order their subordinates to seal the coffin first.
Fortunately, Yang Qiu had told them that the Soul Curse that had been entangled with the Hu family for many generations was going to be broken.
After Yang Qiu walked out of the entrance of the mausoleum, he immediately activated the Wind Controlling Scripture and the Invisibility skill, disappearing into the air.
The feeling of being toyed with by someone had deeply provoked him, and now the other party was provoking him like this. Then, I'll play with you properly.
The first step was to find enough helpers.
The second step was to find Young Master Duanchang.
The third step was to find that damned mastermind through Young Master Duanchang.
It wasn't a problem to have enough helpers. Ma Zhenyi's Six Brothers was invincible now, and it was more than enough to deal with the five big sects. However, Yang Qiu wasn't completely confident either. After all, Ma Zhenyi and the other six people were just a half-assed Maoshan Daoist a moment ago.
Apart from these six people, Yang Qiu thought of one other person.
Solomon.
Didn't Solomon say that he was the master of Blood Clan?
Didn't Blood Clan have over a thousand princes? Weren't there more than a dozen emperors?
All of them were pulled out.
He immediately sent a message to Solomon.
When he heard Yang Qiu's voice, Solomon also spoke excitedly to him.
"Boss, I was also looking for you. I have two princes of Blood Clan here who want to see you. "
"Alright, tell me the location. I'll be there right away. "
Solomon told him a place. Yang Qiu did not even need three to five minutes to break into Solomon's room.
Solomon was stunned when he saw Yang Qiu's fierce expression. He immediately said respectfully:
"Boss, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Qiu said coldly.
"Where are your men?"
Solomon quickly brought Yang Qiu to another room. Two ridiculously handsome young men were each holding a glass of red wine.
Without waiting for Solomon to introduce them, four blood-red eyes of the two young men were fixed on Yang Qiu. At the same time, they let out a gasp of surprise. Yang Qiu's eyes turned from gloomy to shocked at the first moment.
Although his strength wasn't high, his realm and eyesight were still there. When he saw the two young men from the Blood Clan, his heart couldn't help but twitch violently.
Damn it!
This is. . . !
Yang Qiu's face looked a little embarrassed.
After that, he looked deeply at the two of them and said thoughtfully:
"You are the princes of Blood Clan?"
A young man from Blood Clan put down the wine cup in his hand and stood up elegantly. He smiled at Yang Qiu.
"Little fellow, although you are the master of the Blood Clan, your age is 80 thousand years younger than us! Hehe, not bad. You have a good eye. My name is Griffith and his name is Gladiator. We are the third generation of the Blood Clan. The one who defected from the eastern world to the western world was our grandfather! "
Solomon was so scared that his legs went soft. His face was full of disbelief as he stared at the talking Griffith.
"The ancestor is above us! You. . . You are the supreme Twelve Blood Gods of Blood Clan? My god!"
Solomon couldn't help but tremble. He fell to the ground and didn't even dare to raise his head.
The ancestor of Blood Clan was called Cain. This name was given to him by the master of the bat.
As the name implied, Cain meant that he should keep it a secret. After it was spread to the western world, it left behind all kinds of legends.
Cain's second generation descendants had a total of eight Blood Gods. The third generation had twelve Blood Gods. They were the ancestors of the twelve major families of Blood Clan.
Solomon was the grey grandson of one of the twelve Blood Gods.
Gladius deliberately chuckled a few times. Suddenly, he moved closer to Yang Qiu and said with a flattering tone.
"Little guy, can you let us see that Hollow Jade Palace of yours?"
Yang Qiu forcefully controlled the excitement in his heart. He calculated for a long time before he finally understood his current strength.
Blood God, alright!
The emperor of Blood Clan was roughly equivalent to a Void God Stage. However, Blood God was a Blood God who had lived for 80,000 years.
Their strength was definitely at the Peak Of Mahayana Stage.
With the addition of the twelve Blood Gods and Ma Zhenyi's Six Brothers, this strength. . . If he still couldn't find that damned bastard, Yang Qiu might as well just slit his throat and forget about it.
Thinking of this, he didn't have the time to waste talking nonsense with them.
"Is your Twelve Blood Gods still alive?"
Griffith was stunned for a moment, then he spoke in a low voice with some dissatisfaction.
"Little guy, what do you mean by this? Do you think we live too long? Do you have something you need us to do? As long as you let us. . . !"
Yang Qiu gave Griffith a cold glance, and Griffith immediately had a smile on his face.
"If you need anything from us, just tell us. "
Yang Qiu quietly looked at Griffith and Gladiator. After a long time, a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Since I am the master of Blood Clan, it's not too much for me to ask Twelve Blood Gods to be my henchman, right?"
Griffith and Gladius exchanged a quick glance. A cold smile immediately emerged on Griffith's handsome face.
"Little fellow, tell me, who do you want to beat up? We haven't fought for five thousand years, and our palms are itching! "
Yang Qiu looked at the Blood God and said lightly.
"How strong are you exactly?"
Griffith and Gladius grinned at the same time.
"Little fellow, the Prince level Blood Clan. An emperor level Blood Clan with the strength of a Nascent Infant Period. It possesses the strength of a Void God Stage warrior, Blood God. He had the strength of a Mahayana Period warrior. As for us. . . But the ancestors of the Blood Clan, if you really want to compare us. . . Humph, even if we are Immortals who came from the Immortal Realm. . . We can still fight together. Of course. . . It must be the weakest Immortal!"
Solomon's face turned pale instantly. Yang Qiu was also greatly shocked. He was so excited that he almost flew up into the sky.
"Alright, I want all of you. . . To call the other ten Blood Gods over. I want to find one person. Before that, I want to teach some people a lesson!"
Griffith and Gladiator exchanged another glance. Two sharp fangs slowly grew out of the corners of their mouths.