C375 Twelve Blood Gods
C375 Twelve Blood Gods
And above the Duke was the Prince. Once one became the Prince of Blood Clan, they had to follow the rules of Blood Clan and rest in eternal sleep.
A prince of the Blood Clan would have the strength to fight a Nascent Infant Period warrior. Above a prince was an emperor level warrior of the Blood Clan, and his strength was comparable to a Void God Stage warrior.
However, there was another level above the ground of the Blood Clan. That's the Blood God.
After breaking through to the Blood God realm, one's strength would be equivalent to a peak Mahayana Period expert, and one's lifespan would be increased to 100,000 years.
The incomparably huge blood colored flesh wings floating in the void had gradually shrunk. On Solomon's back, they had turned into two bat wings that were five meters long. The dark red patterns on the wings were clearly visible, and from time to time, they emitted dark golden aura.
Slowly putting away all the changes on his body, Solomon, who was wearing a blood-red robe and had golden hair that draped over his shoulders, slowly descended. Then, he faced the stunned Solomon and knelt down with utmost sincerity.
"Respected master, in the name of the ancestor, I swear that you are the only person of Blood Clan who is loyal to me. I actually. . . I actually became the legendary Stalker. "
Yang Qiu forcefully controlled the trembling of his body. Today, he had been stimulated by Ma Zhenyi's Six Brothers to the point that his senses had become numb. However, Solomon had caused him even more intense stimulation.
Ma Zhenyi and the others could still understand. With the help of the Sky Barking Hound and their own Golden Core, they were still from the east, but Solomon. He was a vampire.
Why was he the same as Ma Zhenyi and the Six Brothers, and his talent was even better than theirs?
What the hell was going on?
As for Solomon's so-called stalker, he didn't care at all.
As a race that lived in the darkness, the thing vampires feared the most wasn't Holy Light Holy Water or garlic silver, but sunlight.
The cruelest punishment was to throw vampires into the sunlight. They would be burned to ashes by the sunlight, and that kind of pain was the limit they could imagine.
However, in the history of Blood Clan, the legend of the Sun Walker had always been passed down. Unfortunately, it had never happened before.
The so-called Sun Walker was the Blood Clan that could walk under the sunlight and never feared the sunlight.
The Sun Walker was a legend in Blood Clan. In fact, it was even said that once the Blood Clan discovered the potential of the Sun Walker, it would become the master of the Blood Clan.
The entire Blood Clan was just their first ancestor. The bat that had defected from the world of eastern cultivators to the west was the Sun Walker.
The moment Solomon's heart shattered, thousands of miles away in Europe, in the primitive forest of Romania, the ruins of a castle had existed for countless years.
The entire area of the ruins was huge. It was totally not like a castle, but a city.
In the center of the ruins, there was a black and red tower that reached into the clouds. This tower, which had been abandoned for countless years, suddenly shone with a blood-red radiance the moment the heart in Solomon's hand broke. Then, this blood-red light was like a water curtain that covered the entire ruins.
If Yang Qiu was here, he would certainly be scared silly.
This was a Barrier.
A Barrier that could only be deployed by cultivators from the east had actually appeared here.
This tall tower was called the Blood Tower, and it was named after blood. It was obvious what kind of place this was.
This was the origin of the Blood Clan.
The highest floor of the Blood Tower. It had twelve edges, and in every corner, there was a huge rectangular coffin.
The twelve coffins were huge, about ten meters long, and looked extremely heavy.
The coffins were covered in dust and spider webs. They had been lying there quietly for countless years. The tower was at least three hundred meters away from the ground, but the coffins had accumulated a foot thick dust.
In the Blood Clan, those who had reached the level of a Prince had the right to use countless precious materials to forge a magnificent coffin for themselves. This coffin was not only used for sleeping, it also had an extremely powerful defensive means to protect their lives.
The materials used to forge these coffins were the most precious alloy, and their forging methods were incomparably mystical. No one knew that this was a secret technique of the Blood Clan.
In fact, this was the basic forging technique of the eastern cultivators.
The lifespan of the Blood Clan was extremely long. Once one reached the level of a prince, one would be able to live for two thousand years. Basically, all of them would rest in their coffins. Unless they were really bored, they would crawl out of their coffins and exercise for a while before returning to their rooms to cultivate.
In the eerie atmosphere, the lid of the twelve coffins was pushed open at the same time. A faint fragrance was emitted from the coffins. Twelve old men who were wearing blood-red long robes and looked as old as skeletons made cracking sounds all over their bodies. They slowly sat up from the coffins.
As they slowly sat up, their aged faces rapidly became younger. When they stood up, they all turned into extremely handsome young men.
The twelve young men yawned at the same time. On their bodies, a faint layer of Blood Mist was emitting a strange fragrance, causing the atmosphere in the tower to become even stranger.
One of the young men slowly moved his body, as if he was not used to it:
"Damn it, I slept for three thousand years again. What a long and boring life!"
The other young man stretched out a finger and cut the arteries and veins on his wrist. A stream of dark golden blood suddenly appeared and directly shot into his mouth.
He gulped for a long time before letting go of his wrist. The incision on his wrist magically healed, as if it had never been cut open.
"The taste of blood is really beautiful! The stalker that the Twelve Clans had been looking forward to for millions of years finally appeared!
The young man who first got up grinned and laughed strangely. A scarlet color flashed across his eyes, and his smile became exceptionally sinister and sinister.
"My dear ancestor, I smell the scent of those damned Western Cult Fraud. "
The other eleven young men were stunned. Then, the twelve young men suddenly raised their heads and screamed. Two golden wings that were thousands of meters long appeared behind them at the same time. The smell of blood covered an area of one kilometer. Then, a blood cloud soared into the sky. What? The other eleven young men were startled. Then, the twelve young men raised their heads and screamed. Two golden wings that were thousands of meters long appeared behind them at the same time. A bloody mist suddenly covered an area of one kilometer. A blood cloud soared into the sky.
"A cultivator from the Western Cult? What are they doing in our territory? Those hypocritical, shameless, and self-righteous bastards. They actually controlled the Church, the werewolves, and our descendants. What are they trying to do? "
One of the young men laughed very easily. He let out a light breath, and two snow-white tusks came out of his mouth:
"No matter what, I want to suck their blood dry. The emergence of the Sun Walker will bring salvation to our Blood Clan. Our Twelve Blood Gods hasn't been active for about fifty thousand years, right? Two of you go and protect that little guy. By the way, let's meet the master of our Blood Clan again. "