Belief In The Kingdom of God

"It is exactly the same, but the inner structure has been changed."

Jesm was coldly around, looking at the surrounding scenery, his face wrinkled.

The surrounding scenery, even the layout of a wall and a floor, is the same as before.

But the surrounding space is different. Under the strong induction of Jessm, some things in this area are obviously heavier than the previous place.

Kaka Kaka···

A little noisy voice came from afar.

Jessm looked up and looked at somewhere, where a bit of blood black was gradually dissipating.

He didn't move, he just watched the change quietly.

The black shadow in front of it expanded at an extremely fast speed, gradually revealing its true shape.

It was a scary blood-black bat, with fangs on the corners of its mouth, and rushed towards Jessm with madness.

Streaks of blood continued to rise from these bats, with a trace of power that Jesm was familiar with, causing his face to change.

He waved his arm, a **** claw was swept out, and the blood was flying here, and then he manifested his body, woven into a huge blood net, covering the front.

The front was obscured by a huge net of blood, but the blood-colored bats seemed invisible, and rushed straight ahead, vying to be fierce.

Drops of black blood kept falling, entraining the corpses of bats.

It was the bat that rushed into the blood web. Although the blood web was faltered, it was still blocked outside and suppressed by Jesm's power.

Seeing this scene, Jessm frowned.

He arched his waist, picked up the corpses of a few bats, and felt it carefully.

"This kind of breath." He frowned, his arm gently pressed, and the unique blood power emerged, directly turning the corpse in his hand into powder.

He looked at the door in front, collected the bat corpses all over the floor, and then walked straight forward.

Prior to this, Jessm absorbed all the memories of the three princes. Although there has not been a complete news yet, many things are not clear, but at least there is a general impression.

Relying on this impression, he continued to walk forward without encountering any accidents other than the first group of bats.

"arrive."

In a grand palace, Jessm raised his head and spoke softly, breaking the dead silence of this space as always.

In the front, a figure is standing.

Looking at this figure, Jessm's eyes were stunned, and he felt a slight pressure from this figure.

As the ancestor of the fourth level, Jessm can give him this degree of pressure, at least the strength of the fourth level.

"A living ancestor?" He frowned and said coldly.

In the front, hearing the sound of Jasm's opening, the statue-like figure gradually turned around, revealing his appearance.

This is an old man with white hair and beard, his face is cold, with a look of majesty, an old black long dress, extremely old, as if it has a history of thousands of years, at this time a pair of muddy eyes look at the coming Jie from a distance. Sim.

"What a strong blood, I can't imagine that in this age when the blood clan has declined, I can still see a true pure blood blood." A hoarse voice came from his mouth, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

Jessm frowned on the spot, not because of the other party's voice, but because of the content revealed in the other party's words.

"Pureblood?" He muttered to himself, a glint in his eyes.

Having just experienced the world dominated by blood, Jessm understood the meaning of this word very well.

He raised his brows and looked at the ancestor in front of him: "Are you a pure-blood surviving in ancient times?"

He opened the mouth and said, from the other party, he sensed that long history aura, as well as that fading blood.

Normally, a fourth-level blood race can live for 10,000 to 20,000 years. If some special secret techniques are used, it can even exceed this number.

Judging from the appearance of the other party, it is obvious that the other party has been alive for a long time, far exceeding this number, so that the blood qi has been weakened to this point.

Of course, the real basis for Jesm's determination of his judgment was that in the tens of thousands of years recorded by the blood clan, there was no trace of the promotion and activity of the ancestor of the blood clan.

The other party didn't need to conceal this, and under their frenzied search before, almost all the records of the blood family were searched through, and no trace of the ancestor's activity was found.

Therefore, the opponent naturally cannot be the ancestor of these tens of thousands of years of promotion, but from a more distant era.

On the other side, the black-robed old man didn't respond at all to Jessm's words, but silently lowered his head.

"Yes, if it is according to the current standards, the age I am in is indeed an ancient period."

He didn't react to Jasm behind him, staggering, and slowly walking behind him.

Behind him, there was a blood-red coffin, which seemed to feel his breath at this time, and opened it tremblingly.

The contents inside were revealed, and blood-colored crystals emerged, with crimson blood, and a **** breath that Jessm was very familiar with.

"This is the core of the blood race?" Jessm frowned: "It turns out that the group of princes collected the core for this?"

"Yes." Hearing what Jesm said, the old man in front unexpectedly nodded in response: "From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years I slept. With my lifespan, it should have been transformed into a long time ago. It's gray."

A wry smile appeared on his face, and he patted the tall blood-colored coffin under his feet: "If it hadn't been for the coffin left to us when our people left here in those days, I would have long been gray."

"Even if there is this blood coffin, the power in it has been maintained for so long, but it has also been exhausted. It made me have to wake up thousands of years ago and even collect these heart cores to replenish the blood coffin."

Jessm was silent, looking at the cores, a little speechless.

How powerful is the strength of level four. To replenish the vitality of such a person, even to provide for thousands of years, how many blood sacrifices are needed.

"It's no wonder that thousands of years ago, our kinsmen continued to decline, and their dominance over the world continued to decline, even leading to the rise of human beings who were originally slaves..." Looking at the aging fourth-level kinship ahead, Jessm thought Speechless, thinking of the doubts that were once puzzling.

But this has nothing to do with him. For him, only the supreme **** seat is worth pursuing, and the rise and fall of the mere kinship is nothing at all.

"You just said, you? Is there more than one existence like you?" Jessm frowned, keenly feeling the information contained in the other party's words.

In response, the old man nodded readily: "Yes."

"In the beginning, after we evacuated, we left a total of seven ancestors in all corners of the world, staying in various places."

"It's just that now, after such a long time, I am the only one who is still alive now."

He looked at Jessm in front of him, it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he said naggingly: "Except for me, three of the seven promoted pure blood races died because of accidents halfway through, and two more. Falling on time, it directly exhausted the power of the blood coffin and died in a deep sleep."

"I'm the only one, because I was the youngest at the time, was still at the peak, and the strength was the strongest among the seven, so I'm the one who has survived until now."

This was big news, and Jesm looked at the old man in front of him with some surprise.

"Why did the blood clan leave here? If you want to evacuate, why did you leave your seven ancestors here."

He was not polite, and asked directly.

The old man on the opposite side glanced at him, an old face unchanged, and answered his question.

"In the kinship back then, although I was pure-blood and had a noble status, I was far worse than the elders of the kinship. I didn't understand the specific reasons. I only knew what happened to this blue star. We have to evacuate."

"As for why you want to stay with us." The old man shrugged, looking helpless: "Naturally, it is to leave behind. Let us stay and serve as coordinates for us someday later. Prepare for the return of the blood race."

His tone was helpless, but Jesm's heart jumped in the opposite direction.

"The blood will return to Blue Star?"

This news shocked Jasm, looking at Jasm in front of him, there was a strong killing intent in his eyes.

For Jessm and the dark council behind him, everything is fine now. With the existence of the main god, they already have infinite possibilities. After a long time of struggle and hard work, they finally reached the current situation. Naturally, outsiders are not allowed to break their plan. Even if it's a certain kind of family, it won't work.

The return of the blood clan will cause too great an impact. If his own power is sufficient, Jessm will not have any reaction, and he is even willing to suppress the blood clan from outside and replenish his own power. But today, their strength is not enough. Although the fourth-level ancestors are not weak, they are nothing for the entire blood clan. The ending at that time was that Jesm was included in the entire Dark Council.

Seeing the look in Jessm's eyes, the old man glanced lightly, his face was simple and unwavering, without a trace of movement.

"It's useless." It seemed that he had guessed what Jessm was thinking, and the old man said indifferently: "As a coordinate, it is not our seven pure blood races, but the seven blood coffins that accompany us."

"These seven blood coffins contain blood formations, and they will continue to transmit the coordinates here to the blood royal court. Unless all seven blood coffins are destroyed, it can't be stopped at all."

"As for our seven-headed blood race, they are just seven coffin guards."

The old man stood up, looking calm: "Moreover, even if you want to destroy these blood coffins, it is too late now."

"The seven of us are scattered in different positions. Countless years have passed. Not to mention that you still can't find it. Even if you can find it, the news has already been received by Wang Ting. If you want to stop it, it is too late."

"How long is there?" Taking a deep breath, Jessm forced himself to calm down, and looked at the old man in front of him coldly: "The so-called king court, spanning from the depths of the universe, cost It should be a long time, even if they left long ago, there should be some time before they arrive."

Hearing what he said, the old man nodded nonchalantly: "According to the news from the other side, Wang Ting has set off along the old road of the past decades ago. Now, it should be ten years away."

The universe is extremely wide. If you want to cross the universe, from one star field to another star field, the time spent in it can consume almost any living being.

Therefore, like this kind of leaping in the universe, it is generally carried out through special stellar teleportation. The originally endless distance can be crossed only in decades. For those powerful and transcendent beings, it is just a short time.

"Ten years." Hearing this news, Jessm unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

For them, as long as they have enough time, they can quickly improve in the main **** space. Especially in the mission world, the time has been greatly extended. Ten years is enough to be worth a hundred years.

Even after the fourth level, it is extremely difficult to break through, but for a hundred years, with the help of the main god, it is a step for Jessm to have the same confidence, which surprised those blood races who came to Blue Star ten years later.

Seeing Jesm's reaction, the old man was a little puzzled: "Weird, judging from your previous attitude, you don't have any respect for Wang Ting, or even resist, why do you seem so relaxed?"

For this question, Jessm did not answer, but gradually gathered his eyes, staring at the old man with cold eyes.

Feeling this line of sight, the old man couldn't help but smile, and he obviously sensed the murderous intent in the other's heart.

"Don't do it." He raised his hands high, and then put them behind thinking, showing that he was innocent.

"I'm very old, and I don't want to do things like you young blood races. That would greatly consume my short life."

He spoke, revealing his harmlessness.

"But... if you insist on playing a game, I don't mind taking my short lifespan and playing with you." His figure changed, his body that had been squatting seemed to be much more straight. The original aging blood energy began to flow faster, increasing the strength of the body, almost like a peak ancestor.

"In those days, among the many pure-blooded ancestors of Wang Ting, I was considered the strongest group. Even now, if I really fight with you, although I will definitely die, young you certainly don’t want to. Let's leave the injury of a lifetime." The old man smiled indifferently, and in an instant, the aura on his body exploded, making the face of Jessm on the opposite side change.

The opponent's body was not tall and majestic, and even aging and dying body gave Jasm great pressure, and a faint sense of death threat emerged in his heart, making Jasm's heart tense.