Not only that, but even the entrances and exits controlled by the volcano giants were imprisoned.

This is very embarrassing and helpless, it is impossible to resist.

At this time, the famous Dracula actually wanted the boy to bow and salute, which was shocking and inexplicable.

Thinking of this, the volcano giant's heart trembled, knowing that the identity of the person in front of him was absolutely scary.

There was silence in the field, and the singing of birds and beasts stopped abruptly, as if even the stars in the sky had dimmed in an instant.

"You are finally here."

I don't know how long after 560, Li Zhenwu opened his mouth lightly, and his eyes shone brightly.

"My lord is serious, and it is really helpless that I can't come to see you at the first time." Dracula was just as polite and respectful.

"Is it a problem with the cultivation method?" Li Zhenwu smiled lightly, his bright eyes as if he could see through the other party's secret.

As soon as this remark came out, Dracula was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt joy in his heart.

It seems that this time is the right time. What Mr. Cain said is true. The young man in front of him is a supreme being who can decipher the secrets of heaven and earth.

"That's right, I hope the lord can help us for the continuation of the blood clan." Dracula stepped forward and came to Li Zhenwu, like the most sincere believer, knelt down on his knees and bowed his head.

This picture is quite impactful.

Seeing this, the volcano giant next to him was struck by lightning, and the whole person was messed up by the shocking wind.

If the world were to know about it, the Holy See would probably be scared to death.

However, Dracula didn't seem to realize it, and was still immersed in the future of the blood race and was sad, and was even more in awe of the young man in front of him.

You must know that the blood family was created by Cain, and its physique is inherently flawed and cannot be like normal creatures.

The blood clan needs blood to survive, and if they want to be strong, they also need a lot of blood.

It's not that they were born to like blood, they just had to.

When you stop taking blood, your cultivation will not be able to improve, you can only stay where you are forever.

Just as Dracula imprisoned himself with chains, he was walking a path that could not be replicated, and he wanted to use his will to resist the temptation of blood, but in the end, after many years, his cultivation did not increase much.

If the shortcomings of the blood race can be solved, it will undoubtedly regenerate this race.

"My God, isn't that true?"

The volcanic giant who was imprisoned in the void opened his mouth wide and was stunned, unable to describe the shock in his heart.

During this day, what he saw and heard had subverted his cognition.

God seems to be joking with him, not only the passage of the small world is known, but now even the legendary characters have to bow their heads to the mysterious young man, what a ridiculous thing this is.

Then, the volcano giant heard what the two of them were saying.

At this moment, the wind stopped, and the starlight scattered and twisted in the void.

Li Zhenwu was carrying his left hand and holding a wooden stick in his right hand, tapping the ground lightly, as if thinking about something.

As for Dracula's kneeling, he didn't care at all.

After all, Emperor Zhenwu did not think it was unacceptable to bow down to a blood prince, but he was very calm.

The field fell silent.

Dracula was nervous, looking up at the boy in front of him, his eyes twinkling, full of endless expectations.

After an unknown amount of time, the knocking stopped.

At this moment, Dracula was extremely nervous and uneasy, like a frightened bat, without the slightest elegance at all.

"Yes!" Li Zhenwu suddenly smiled and told Dracula that it was not impossible.

As the voice fell, Dracula's suspended mind also relaxed.

"The system of the blood clan is not perfect, and there is still a gap between it and normal creatures. The main reason is that your Cain realm is insufficient, and you cannot make up for the shortcomings of the Dao." Li Zhenwu explained slowly.

Cain was also created by Styx. When Styx created the Shura tribe, it couldn't be perfect. One can imagine Cain's realm.

Unlike the Shura tribe, the blood tribe does not enjoy the protection of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. If they want to become stronger, they simply absorb blood and make up for their shortcomings.

However, the stronger the cultivation realm, the more serious his own problems will be.

That's why Dracula is imprisoning himself.

Of course, if you want to fill the avenue, unless the blood clan can evolve into the Shura clan.

But Li Zhenwu's method does not need to make up for the shortcomings of the blood clan, but just makes this shortcoming more reasonable.

"I have a practice method here, which should be suitable for your blood clan to cultivate. Although you can't prove the Dao, you can also become a Golden Immortal."

Li Zhenwu raised the wooden stick in his hand and gently nodded on Dracula's forehead.

The wooden stick bloomed with blue light, like a stream of water, and it was like the sound of the avenue, and it disappeared into the opponent's mind in an instant.

Boom!

Dracula only felt the vibration of his heart, and there was a mysterious exercise in his mind. Every character contained the truth of heaven and earth.

"This is..." He was shocked, his eyes widened, and the whole person was like petrification.

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