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"You all spread out, I'll watch here." Denver dismissed the guards and waited alone at the entrance of the cave.

In the Blood Pool Karst Cave, Mikiroel came in as if nothing had happened. All the monsters who had survived for a long time were imprisoned here. They were said to be monsters because only one of them was a human race.

It is obviously not the human race that can be linked with Stambo and Mikiroll. Similarly, the imprisoned strongmen of all races here have extremely superb memories.

According to Stanbo's reminder, when Luo Er arrives here, he only needs to follow the method provided to connect with the connector.

Time passed by, and the arrival of the blood slave caused a trace of active anger in the crypt that had been closed for many years, and the two rows of imprisoned strongmen opened their eyes one after another.

"Boy, let me out, and I will give you infinite wealth." The speaker was full of arrogance, with a beard all over his face, describing his age and silkworm growth.

Faced with Mikiroll's ignorance, the old man seemed to have a prelude to rage, even if he was angry, there was nothing he could do. It would be extremely unwise to compete with the blood slave here.

"Boy, don't go. You just let me go. See what you want, the quasi-legendary strength of the old man? Or the seat of the Xiling Dark Alliance? As long as you want, we can talk about it." The old man hurriedly Reminder.

Mikiroll looked on coldly, laughed dryly, and walked around directly; listening to the old man's tone, his strength had already reached the level of a legend, and to be honest, this was still a great temptation for Mikiroll.

Bypassing the old man, the imprisoned people in front kept silent. They have seen this kind of situation a lot. The consequences of entering the blood pool cave seem to be doomed. After so many years, the kid just went out a few days ago, otherwise I really didn’t see him Has anyone ever gone out?

Roll walked in the narrow passage, looked around the tightly packed sealed cabins on both sides, and could clearly see everyone's appearance through the transparent energy magic cover.

Not to mention, this person is also a strong person who has reached the rank of Spirit King, there is no doubt about it.

"Do you want to go out?" Luo Er stopped and turned to the old man who was speaking.

The old man shook his head in disbelief, then nodded violently, and said excitedly: "Well, yes, as long as you let the old man out, you can do whatever you want."

Mikiroll smiled, turned his back to the old man, and asked blankly: "If you give me everything you have, is there any point in living when you go out?"

Hearing such words, the old man didn't have any doubts at all, and he nodded violently without even questioning, and said, "Freedom, this old man wants freedom."

Seeing the longing eyes of the old man, Luo Er smiled even colder.

"I'm sorry, senior, which of the masters here doesn't want freedom? But this is what you lack. Apart from freedom, you still have the qualifications to show off when you live."

"What do you mean?"

Luo Er scratched the tip of his nose and said with a stern smile, "Didn't you understand? What the Marquis means is that you can be free now; luckily you met me, and I can promise you what you yearn for."

"Haha, good! Since that's the case, let's do it quickly; the old man can't wait any longer."

"what……"

The old man stopped talking suddenly, and Twilight looked at Mikiroll dully, his eyes were empty, and a series of dark lightning flashes emerged from his pupils.

At this moment, the other strong men in the cave felt suffocated. They saw Mikiroll, who was gentle and gentle before, dealing with the talking old man with a smile on his face.

I saw Mikiroel put his hands on the old man's shoulders. Although separated by a thick energy shield, he could clearly see Mikiroel's strange hands stretching into it.

"Legendary?" Someone in the cave shouted in surprise.

"The strength in the middle of the legend, at least." Another older man was shocked.

"A legendary powerhouse, can legends not be bound by blood rules? Impossible."

"I don't believe it either, this kid's strength is a bit abnormal."

The prisoners in the cave started a conscious discussion. In a short period of time, they effectively reached an agreement. If this kid is legendary, then they may break through the shackles of the rules.

For a moment, there were sounds one after another from the sealing cabin in the cave. Everyone tried to use their super energy to break the seal on their bodies. After working for a while, they were all downcast.

The old man who promised to give Luo Er a lot before has turned into a puff of smoke at this time. Luo Er's bony fingers are like a receiving ship from hell, absorbing all the energy of the old man in the sealed rule cabin .

call……

"Sure enough, it's a quasi-legendary strength." Luo Er clapped his hands, and said admiringly, the changes on his body became more and more obvious, and white bone fingers appeared between the arms of his right hand.

Mikiroll had a ferocious face and a greedy expression. He stretched out his hand around his fingertips and slid across his chest lightly.

The muscles in his chest were shattered, and the donated blood flowed down his fingertips, ticking and falling into the silent cave. The blood gathered on the ground, but it didn't disappear or seep into the ground. The blood clot kept this weird pattern on the ground He didn't move at all; Luo Er's greedy laughter became more intense, he shook his arms, and the energy triggered by his fingertips was glowing red; the blood light ball condensed into shape, pulled along the energy of his fingertips, and returned to Luo Er's palm again.

"Legend of blood clan!" Everyone in the cave was dumbfounded.

Luo Er's tuxedo changed rapidly in the cave, and a bright red halo formed in front of the brim of the nobleman's hat. Everywhere was penetrated by the power of strict rules, weaving a piece of regular and profound energy.

A vampire legend brings effects and influences that other races cannot usually whisper. Leaving aside the powerful strength, the passivity of the vampire and the rules of blood alone are enough to make many spirit kings and even legends beyond reach.

"Legend of blood clan!" These ancient powerhouses lamented again, everyone's nervous expression was written on their faces.

The previous old man was sucked so that there was not even any hair left, and everyone could clearly feel his own body. The old men who were timid and afraid of death shouted sharply: "Boy, without the order of your blood elders, you can't hurt our."

Luo Er didn't have time to take this into consideration. To be precise, he was not a legendary rank, but Stambo's magic created a visual and perceptual illusion for everyone.

This kind of illusion cannot be made up by ordinary magic, and the purpose of doing so is precisely because of the inherent characteristics of dark magic.

Mikiroll looked at the nervous old fritters on the left and right, how many years ago, any one of these people could cause a bloodbath on the mainland, but now, these poor old guys are in their own hands. hands.

For Mikiroll, this is progress, the progress of ignorance and greed.

At any time, a blood slave, especially a blood slave like Mikiroll, should not forget his purpose and means.

Death is certainly terrifying, but the fear shown in front of death is very ugly; this makes Luo Er feel ashamed, and it also makes him feel his deep sense of existence.

"Old guys, the Marquis doesn't have time to play with you." Luo Er said, turned and left.

Suddenly, there was a vibration from the sealing cabin at the rear. The energy of this vibration was more delicate than the voices of all the people before. It could hardly produce any throbbing, but it could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, penetrating the blood According to the rules, the power of magic can be turned into a state of moisturizing and silent. This person's strength and cultivation have reached a terrifying level.

Mickey Rol paused for a moment, stood where he was for a moment, and left without hesitation.

"Wait, Marquis." Amidst the restlessness, a more substantive voice came from the sealing cabin, and the sound waves filled every corner of the cave.

"Here, what's your business?" Mikiroll's heart was shaken and delighted, and the moment he turned around, he sent out a bloody hand blade, and the bright red energy light wave lingered in the space and entered the sealing cabin.

After coming and going, the energy pierced through the regular barrier of blood, and once again penetrated the narrow and narrow sealed compartment of the real substance. The strength is different, but it is always shocking.

Mikiroll's energy blade can kill at will in this situation. What's weird is that the moment the light blade entered the sealed cabin, it was blocked by an invisible dark substance, and then disappeared without leaving behind. trace.

"Haha." The two people in the cave looked at each other and let out a long-lost harmonious laugh.

"Where is Brother Stambo now?" The middle-aged man in the sealed cabin stopped laughing, his tone was rampant, and he asked Mikiroll without any explanation.

The transmission of energy, and the name of Mr. Stanborn, Luo Er knew that he had been certified, and he was overjoyed immediately, and said hastily and cautiously: "Uncle Master, the disciple is polite."

But it is this person who can make Luo Er respect in this place.

Regardless of the shackles of the rules, the mysterious energy possessed by Miki Roll is the same as that of the middle-aged man in the sealed cabin; Roll believes that this senior cannot be trapped here; of course, all this is just a long-planned plan. conspiracy.

"Gatsby! You are worthy of being the King of the Underworld!" Mikiroll laughed and knelt down on one knee, paying homage to the mysterious man in the sealed cabin.

The moment the mysterious man's identity was revealed from Mikiroll's mouth, the entire Blood Pool cave boiled over it.

The King of the Underworld, Gatsby!This is a legend, which has been famous in the mainland as early as 700 years ago. Gatsby's identity is not the same as that of Stambo, and the strength of the two is also close to the same level.

Such a strong man was imprisoned by a bloody night castle, and he couldn't justify it.

"The King of the Underworld!" Most people in the crowd began to marvel, the status of the King of Law was beyond their reach; the gap between a strong man at the beginning of the legend and a person who had already reached the peak of the legendary realm was more than one hundred and eight thousand miles.

"Haha, Luo Er, King Daiben would like to say hello to your benefactor! I didn't expect this old man to have been hiding here for nearly a thousand years, and he finally found his use today." Gatsby said domineeringly, and then his face became embarrassing.

"Luo Er, quickly undo the seal here for the old man."

Mickey Rol's heart trembled, secretly thinking that it is not easy to seal a legendary top powerhouse with such a seal, and judging from Gatsby's previous movements, it is easy to get out.

Could it be that his strength has declined?Guessing is guessing, Mickey Rol just thought it was an opportunity for him to be filial by his uncle, so he didn't answer, summoned the profound rules of the whole body, and pressed towards the sealed cabin.