The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

"Damn it. How is this possible? These are all descendants of the Habus clan? "    

Griffith and Griffith exchanged a dumbfounded look. Griffith turned his head and stared at Dracula. He could not imagine what kind of power it was that allowed the Habus Family to produce so many powerful descendants.    

It could be said that even the descendants of the twelve Blood Gods did not have so many descendants.    

Three hundred Blood Emperor and three thousand princes. And thirty thousand dukes!    

Damn it!    

If the descendants below the Duke were included, wouldn't it be at least a few million?    

What kind of terrifying strength was this?    

Dracula's blood-red eyes flashed with two extremely proud expressions. He faced the sky and let out a series of sharp laughter. It was only after a long while did he stop laughing. He pointed his finger proudly at the over three thousand princes of Blood Clan who were kneeling on the ground and bowing respectfully to Yang Qiu.    

"This is the true foundation of my Hubble Castle family. Young master, they are all your servants. These three hundred Blood Emperor are my ancestors. Among the princes and dukes, many of them are my ancestors. Many of them have another identity, which is the royal family of all the generations in Europe. "    

"What?"    

Yang Qiu almost stumbled. Dracula raised his head proudly and said proudly:    

"Yes. All the royal families in Europe after the Dark Middle Ages were turned into my descendants before they died. That is to say, young master, if you want, the entire Europe theoretically belongs to you! "    

Yang Qiu forcefully controlled the dizziness in his head and lowered his voice. He gritted his teeth and sneered.    

"Theoretically? Humph humph, Dracula, tell me about it. Theoretically, Why do you have so many descendants in your family?"    

Dracula suddenly flew up. Behind him, two huge wings spread out and flapped the air. His sharp voice resounded throughout the entire space.    

"Everyone, listen to me!"    

The sharp cries and the sound of bats flapping their wings disappeared from the entire space. Everyone, including the Twelve Blood Gods, looked at Dracula with eager eyes. The expression on Dracula's face gradually became solemn and respectful. He slowly took out a small black thing from his body. Yang Qiu was stunned after taking a glance at it.    

The object was emitting a terrifying Qi that could even suck one's soul away.    

Dracula threw the thing in his hand out. In the huge space, a ten meter tall door suddenly appeared.    

Inside the door, there was surprisingly a mellow and peaceful Qi. It was the Qi that only cultivators had.    

Yang Qiu suddenly became excited.    

Beside him, the Twelve Blood Gods was kneeling respectfully on the ground. They were so excited that tears were streaming down their faces.    

"Progenitor!!"    

Solomon, Dracula, and everyone else in the huge underground coffin were kneeling respectfully on the ground.    

Yang Qiu stared blankly at the gate that appeared in the void, then he walked straight in.    

It was like a spatial gate, but Yang Qiu knew it. The thing in Dracula's hand was a spatial treasure.    

Furthermore, this spatial treasure couldn't be a Supreme Grade Spirit Tool, it could only be an Immortal Weapon.    

Because only spatial treasures that had reached the Immortal Weapon grade could store living things.    

He stood blankly at the entrance, and what appeared in front of him was a blood-red void.    

This void was extremely large, to an extremely terrifying extent. It was about a hundred kilometers in both length and width, and it could completely accommodate a few super large cities.    

There was nothing in the void. It was completely empty. It was just a piece of red Blood Mist. That extremely thick Blood Mist was no longer the smell of blood, but a strange fragrance.    

In the vast void of Blood Mists, there were nine huge coffins floating in the air.    

Among them, eight coffins were surrounding a coffin. They were smaller by a third, constantly revolving around the blood red coffin in the middle.    

Yang Qiu couldn't help but widen his eyes and stare at the nine coffins.    

Needless to say, the eight coffins surrounding them were the second generation Blood Gods of Blood Clan. The coffin in the middle. . . Who could it be if it wasn't the ancestor of the Blood Clan, Cain?    

Sensing the incomparably mysterious aura in the coffin, It was an ethereal aura. It wasn't a mysterious aura that a Mahayana Period cultivator should have. Obviously, Cain's strength had already reached the level of an Immortal.    

Perhaps his strength had even surpassed that of a low grade Immortal.    

Because the aura sealed within the eight coffins, even a trace of it was enough to make Yang Qiu feel an unapproachable indifference.    

It was incomparably powerful, so powerful that he couldn't even think of resisting.    

Yang Qiu looked at the nine coffins as if he was looking at a magnificent palace. He didn't have the slightest feeling of gloominess or terror. Instead, he felt an incomparably majestic reverence.    

The biggest coffin in the middle was extremely beautiful and solemn. How could that be a coffin? It was clearly an extremely powerful Immortal Weapon.    

This was the resting place of the ancestor of Blood Clan, Cain. This was also the reason why all the descendants of Blood Clan slept in coffins.    

In the west, when the Blood Clan's strength advanced to Earl, they would spend a huge price to find countless precious materials for themselves and forge a beautiful coffin for themselves.    

This coffin was not only a symbol of strength, but also their home. It was always carried around with them. In their long lives, this coffin was their closest companion.    

Moreover, this coffin was engraved with the unique and magical formation of Blood Clan. Once one was injured, the speed of recovery would be ten times or even a hundred times faster than the outside world.    

Therefore, a coffin was extremely important to the Blood Clan.    

Without a doubt, this formation was inscribed on the coffin. It was just a Spirit Gathering Formation.    

The Blood Clan was basically a demon race, the bloodline of the Bloody Demon.    

The ancestor of the Blood Clan, the bat demon that was born from the heaven and earth. He had inherited the Dao technique from Kunlun, and the technique hadn't been passed down to his descendants. Instead, he had merely inherited the instinct of the Bloody Demon to suck blood.    

While Yang Qiu was in a daze, the lid of the eight coffins that were surrounding him was lifted slowly. Eight skeletons that looked like skeletons with rotting cloth hanging on their bodies slowly sat up from the coffins. They seemed to have turned their heads to look at Yang Qiu at the same time, and the sound of their bones cracking could be clearly heard.    

Although Yang Qiu was prepared, he was still shocked by their appearance. The bodies of these eight skeletons began to wriggle slowly. Their flesh and blood were regenerated, and their hair grew out. Their decayed clothes and black skin fell off, turning them into incomparably handsome young men.    

A strange fragrance drifted out from their bodies. When Yang Qiu looked at them again, the lid of the huge coffin in the middle also slowly flew up.    

There was a long robe with eight trigrams embroidered on the chest. The monkey-faced young man suddenly opened his mouth and yawned. Then, he stretched his waist.    

"How many years have I slept for? A hundred thousand years, or fifty thousand years? Kid, you are. . . !"    

The young man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks suddenly fixed his gaze on Yang Qiu's body. Two extremely strange blood colors flashed across his eyes. After that, he opened his mouth and laughed in an extremely pleased manner.    

At this moment, the Sky Barking Hound suddenly leapt out. It raised its leg and shot towards the young man's mouth with a piss. The young man suddenly shook his body. The Sky Barking Hound suddenly let out a miserable howl. The young man grabbed its hind leg and fiercely smashed it on the coffin lid, causing the Sky Barking Hound to explode. Tears and mucus flew everywhere.    

"Old thing, I was just greeting you. You. . . Ouch, put me down, or I won't be done with you! "