"Praise the Ancestors."

"I accept your praise."

To the old man, the ancestor he praised was not a specific ancestor, but a kind of nobility expected by the blood clan.

A Ming's acceptance was not that he considered himself his ancestor, but an affirmation of the nobility of his own bloodline.

Bloodline,

in fact, does not refer to the inheritance of a clan, but to the level of status and position, which is decorated to create a subtle way of presenting strength.

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

Take Tian Tian as an example. Tian Tian inherited Tian Wu鏡's bloodline. He is a spiritual child;

But from a genetic point of view, it does not mean that Tian Tian is noble because he inherited the "Tian family" bloodline. It is purely because his father, relying on his terrifying talent, has raised the upper limit very, very high, so after Tian Tian inherited Lao Tian's genes, his own initial state was also raised.

This has nothing to do with education or environment, it's purely eating the dividends of his own father;

And this is the real meaning of bloodline inheritance, regardless of culture, belief, or even the power of the ethnic group.

This also applies to the demon race. Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix. If you don't extend this concept, the essence is actually talking about Tian Tian's example.

Similarly, taking humans as an example, the Ji family is certainly excellent, but Marquis Zheng, who came from the common people, can still rise. Although outsiders do not know that Marquis Zheng is a cheat;

But the rise of Marquis Zheng is not unacceptable, because examples of grassroots rise are not lacking in every era. They can break the shackles of the gentry based on culture and blood, and grasp their own discourse power;

But specifically, this has already deviated from the category of bloodline itself.

"Are kings, lords, generals, and ministers born with a noble seed?" is a puncture and roar of this.

Falling to specific examples,

Among the seven Demon Lords, from the setting point of view, there is one who is a real ancestor-level, that is Liang Cheng.

In Liang Cheng's setting, he himself was one of the four great zombie progenitors, one of the earliest to appear, even a pioneer.

This is a serious bloodline crushing, impeccable in terms of time and status.

That is, when others take out records to brag about the glory of their ancestors, Liang Cheng can nod and say, "Your ancestor used to raise horses for me."

And A Ming's type, in fact, does not belong to the first blood clan to eat crabs in the traditional sense. In A Ming's setting, he initially obtained the most common blood clan bloodline, and then slowly improved and evolved his bloodline through his own efforts and many opportunities, and finally stepped towards the peak of the blood clan step by step. Even, at his peak, he himself possessed the bloodline of a progenitor vampire.

In the hierarchy of bloodlines, he can see all the mountains as small, but he is a winner who climbed the mountain acquired, not since ancient times.

But,

placed in this environment,

A Ming can indeed take it, and it is not an exaggeration at all.

Above,

the old man was not angry because of A Ming's "arrogance";

Because the races between each other are the same, allowing the old man to clearly perceive the kind of...exquisiteness presented on the other person.

The exquisiteness of life,

the exquisiteness of the nobility,

the exquisiteness of the bloodline,

This means that the other party is very healthy and living well, which, to the blood clan, means an absolute...threat.

Because of the relationship that can grant the Embrace, the blood clan is actually very easy to find its own entourage, and even spread its own legends;

But this kind of cultural output and influence is of no value in front of another home.

When A Ming's hand had just touched the pull ring above, the old ancestor woke up. He had never fallen into absolute slumber, and A Ming's arrival brought a throbbing to his soul, making it impossible for him to continue sleeping peacefully.

"Where do you come from?"

A Ming looked at the old man.

The old man's face was actually a little strange.

When people get old, they will degenerate. Not only will the body shrink with the crowd, and the height will become shorter, but the face will also gradually converge the edges and corners, and will no longer be as distinct as it was in youth.

For example, the old man in front of him, his hair had long fallen out, and his entire face showed a morbid waxy yellow.

But you can still see from the details,

He doesn't seem to be an oriental.

And if he is from the West, then it is interesting, very interesting.

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

This is more touching to A Ming than the fine wine of Jiangnan in Qian country.

If this matter can be determined, then, the ambition of the blind man is to rebel and create a dynasty with him standing behind the scenes and Zheng Fan standing in front;

And A Ming will be the first to shout "Westward expedition, westward expedition, westward expedition!" after the establishment of this dynasty.

The old man opened his mouth,

said:

"I come from the depths of the soul of the ancestors!"

This is a politically correct statement for vampires.

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

It's a pity,

this kind of exchange,

can't be carried out luxuriously anymore, mainly because the external environment does not allow it.

Especially since there was another roar from above, it was obvious that the battle above had entered a white-hot stage.

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

A Ming said, "Follow me, and I will let you witness the true glory of the ancestors."

The old man smiled,

said:

"That's what I thought too."

The negotiation broke down.

Back then, when a barbarian priest refined two living corpses, Liang Cheng could rely on the roar from the depths of his soul to reverse and control them, because of bloodline suppression, but in fact, the two living corpses were still in a muddled state.

It's like ordinary people will involuntarily feel awe and worship when they see the heavenly nobles;

And the bigwigs in the court will appear to be like this on the surface, but in fact, they are clear about the absurdity of the emperor and the princes, know their desires, kneeling is etiquette, but in their hearts, they can even think that I can replace them.

The old man can feel the extraordinaryness of A Ming, but he is not too surprised, nor does he kneel down and directly swear allegiance, because the aura of this clansman is not very powerful.

"Buzz!"

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

A Ming retreated and dodged the attack.

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

A Ming spread his arms, and his nails grew between his ten fingers.

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

A Ming closed his eyes and directly ignored the mental interference from the other party.

"Bang!"

The two sides collided together.

The old man ignored the damage and just wanted to use his fangs to bite A Ming's neck;

And A Ming counterattacked and blocked with his fists, arms, feet, etc., the main purpose was to avoid the other party's fangs from invading his vitals.

Each other is the same type, so there is no secret in the way of fighting.

Therefore,

this confrontation, from the beginning, seemed very ugly.

It was not like a duel between nobles, but more like a tear between two drunkards.

"Plop!"

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

At this moment,

the old man let out a string of obscure syllables from his throat.

Immediately afterwards,

rays of blood light flashed out from the old man's body, like shadows, hitting A Ming's body.

This is blood clan magic!

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

The old man was finally able to climb onto A Ming's body and enjoy his feast.

But A Ming's body moved again at this time, although it seemed a little stiff, probably like a puppet, with the joints as the axis, losing its softness.

But at such a close distance, it was enough to do many things.

First of all,

A Ming's knee turned sideways, and his calf was drawn to the old man's abdomen, followed by A Ming's two arms turning upwards, and his ten fingernails naturally pierced into the old man's neck.

Too understanding, and too familiar;

Maybe for outsiders, the obscure and difficult to understand spells, A Ming's ears, familiar to simply: fine, thank you, and you?

Therefore, A Ming prematurely froze the blood in the joint positions, so that when he withstood this wave of blood clan magic...blood imprisonment, he could still retain a very mechanized body operation.

He succeeded,

the old man's combat experience, to be precise, the combat experience with his own clan, should be extremely scarce, which made him be turned over again when he had the advantage.

A Ming's ten fingers were pinching the old man's neck, like a pig's brain on a skewer, frantically strung on ten bamboo sticks.

But the old man reacted quickly, and the blood color in his eyes began to churn rapidly, which was another magic.

In an instant,

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

At the same time, the flesh and tissues at the old man's neck began to regenerate wildly, not only to replenish the wounds, but also to expand the body outward. Flesh, meridians, and bones began to grow towards A Ming's body along the frame built by A Ming's fingernails. Once the two sides truly touched, the result would probably be fusion.

This is a very disgusting blood clan magic, treating oneself as a garbage can container, forcibly wanting to wrap and eat the other party.

Even if the attacked party is also a blood clan, this forced fusion is destined to be malnourished.

A trace of doubt appeared in A Ming's eyes.

The other party's bloodline level is not low, but not as high as his own, but the other party's accumulation is richer than his own.

To give an analogy,

he is an exquisite white jade cup, but it is very small;

the other party is a glass, not as valuable as his own, but the capacity is very large.

But the problem lies in,

if you can use magic like this and have accumulated so much, why are you still hiding here and letting those people above cover for you?

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

That big vat is like a trough for raising pigs. He is more like a pig being raised. This is not a state of life that the blood clan can accept. If it is not a last resort, they would rather choose death as a relief.

The erosive power and expansion power began to attack A Ming together.

Fingernails began to melt, and flesh began to crack. This is a blood clan magic that is not very high-end, but it is very useful and direct in times of crisis.

If you stand on the side and look at it at this time,

you can see such a scene:

The old man's body seems to be frantically deducing the true meaning of lymphatic hyperplasia and osteoproliferation,

And A Ming, like a pig being baked in boiling blood magma.

It's a pity that Fan Li is fighting above, otherwise, seeing this situation, that fool might sprinkle some cumin, star anise, and cinnamon before saving people, to see if he can make a braised flavor.

A Ming did not panic, did not scream, and did not shout. He was mobilizing the blood in his body, using a method of attrition to resist.

Even if this resistance, he is at a disadvantage, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will fall into the abyss step by step.

But,

A Ming does not think he will lose;

Si Niang once analyzed the characteristics of the Demon Lords with Zheng Fan. Leaving aside the shackles of being restricted by the lord's own strength and unable to exert his peak strength, in fact, what is truly powerful about the Demon Lords is their state of mind.

The state of mind here includes experience.

A Ming's idea is very simple and clear, I will just delay the time, and I believe that there must be something wrong with your old vegetable bun!

When the flesh began to roll from A Ming's neck position, it was already at a critical moment,

the old man suddenly opened his mouth wide,

and began to gasp frantically in an asthmatic way, but he kept on seeming unable to draw in, and his body also began to spasm. The flesh that was almost overlapping with A Ming's chest began to retract rapidly, and the temperature of the blood also cooled rapidly;

The magic applied to A Ming was also lifted,

A Ming regained his freedom,

Immediately,

A Ming sat up. His injuries were very serious, because this was not only a skin trauma, but also faced with blood contamination.

This is more troublesome for A Ming than an accident during an experiment in the workshop that resulted in his skin being covered with debris,

Because if these foreign blood is not eliminated and cleaned up, if blood contamination is really achieved, it will affect the purity of his bloodline, and ultimately, lead to the degradation of his bloodline.

That is to say, even if the lord eats a big tonic pill in the future and his realm rises sharply, breaks through to the third rank, or even opens the second rank, and other Demon Lords lick successfully and happily return to their peak, he, A Ming, will never be able to return to his original state of complete prosperity because of this contamination.

Because this is not a vampire actively sucking blood, A Ming was previously forcibly fused after breaking through all defenses.

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

But A Ming is not particularly concerned about these things now,

He sat on the ground,

Ignoring the large area of burns on his skin,

His gaze,

but fell on the old man curled up on the ground, gasping for breath.

"You are not a pure vampire, you are an Embrace recipient."

"Your master may already be dead, no, not only dead, your master should have suffered a very strong curse before his death, and even this curse has been shared to you."

"No wonder you are hiding, no wonder you are hiding, there has long been a problem with your own core."

"You are simply unable to solve the problem of your own core, even if you absorb more blood, it can only make you seem powerful, but in fact, it is not worth mentioning."

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

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

He is a lost dog. His master was nailed to the cross and subjected to "blessings of light" before being executed by fire.

He was honored to be blessed as a "blood clan slave."

But this blessing made him wish he was dead.

He didn't dare to stay in the West any longer, because he was facing the pursuit of the Templars, and he could only take his entourage and flee east from the West.

During the period, the entourage was replaced several times.

But he finally came here. He came here with another secret, a secret that his master had told him before he was captured.

But what made him desperate was that there were indeed no Templars in the East, and the Western forces could not even cross the barrier of the desert barbarians, because deep in their hearts, they had an almost instinctive fear of the desert, stemming from a terrifying westward expedition by the barbarian royal court a hundred years ago.

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

And for these decades, Western business groups, missions, and a series of other exchanges, after crossing the desert, the first batch of people they came into contact with were the terror and power of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion.

But, in the East, someone also noticed himself and chased him over.

Even,

it's not the clansman in front of him.

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

However, he finally stopped gasping and just stared at A Ming:

"You can't escape either...hehehe...you can't escape either...that one wanted to catch only me...now...there are two..."

At this time,

the pull ring was pulled up again,

A swordsman with wounds all over his body,

dragging a long knife,

slowly walked down.

His gaze first fell on the old man, and then on A Ming. When he saw A Ming's skin recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, a smile of surprise and satisfaction appeared on the corner of the swordsman's mouth.

A Ming felt,

since,

he came down,

then Fan Li...

probably ran away because he saw that he really couldn't beat him.

The swordsman is here,

the real hunter, is here.

The old man laughed hysterically:

"We two...are both prey...already...are both prey..."

A Ming shook his head,

He ignored the swordsman's continued approaching pace,

but got up,

and carried the old man on his back, letting him crawl on his back.

The swordsman was stunned when he saw this action.

Even the old man himself was stunned, because he knew the swordsman's strength, and even more clearly, the clansman carrying him on his back did not intend to take him to break through and escape.

A Ming's calm voice came:

"Either, become prey together;"

paused,

Next sentence:

"Or, lend me your blood;

I will take you,

hunting."