"It's me, are you very disappointed?" Ranbai raised his eyebrows and jumped down from the high eaves, his clothes look like a god.

Unfortunately, under the god's skin, the demon is laughing.

Legge's eyes slowly fell on the beads in Ranbai's hand.

Blood Soul Bead!

Not only did she not die, but the holy objects also appeared.

"Have your five senses recovered?" he said in a deep voice.

"Thank you for your care. Thank you for your blessings, you have already recovered." Ranbai means unsure: "To put it, I want to thank you more in this palace."

Legge had already asked someone to inform Gu Master. He pinched his palm and forced himself to wake up, "What do you want?"

He never thought that Ranbai would come back one day.

"This is really true. When I come back this time, I am thinking about the capital world and specially prepared a generous gift."

She said it was light and calm.

Legge slowly took a step back.

This is simply a lunatic.

How could he have developed such bloodline?!

"You have been in this position for so many years, and it is time to abdicate and give in to the virtuous."

Legge was furious: "How dare you?!"

"See the order." The moonlight reflected on the white face, so arrogant that she was arrogant. She said: "Every time, Qingcheng. Those who resist will kill them."

For a moment, blood was everywhere, and wailing everywhere!

The dark blood silk covered the sky and opened a bloody road for Ranbai.

Ranbai controlled the vast capital of the blood clan in half a moment, and the king was imprisoned and uprooted with all his followers.

The ghosts within a radius of millions of miles surrendered, the blood clan knelt forever, the phoenix's loud sound fell into his ears, and arrogantly hovered in the air for a long time!

The sacred relics of the blood clan reappear, and His Highness, who was a thousand years ago, returned.

Resounded through the six realms overnight.

No one knows it!

——"Grandpa, I'm back. No one has visited your graves for these years. Will you be alone?"

——"Don't be afraid, old man, I will be with you in the future."

I returned to worship, but this time, there was no longer a husband with her by my side.

…

"What you want to do is easy for now. You said you still have to find someone, but I am in the underworld this time, but I don't know what I want to do." In the hall, Ming whispered in a low voice, looking at the person opposite the chessboard.

She was bored and played with a black chess piece, her fingertips were as pale as snow, and even her knuckles were slim and sick. Her long eyelashes, delicate side face, and her lazy appearance were a bit less bloody. To some extent, she looked like an innocent and cruel child.

"It's easy..." Ranbai sneered, and the black piece settled down and made a sound on the chessboard. She repeated Ming's words, making her eyes difficult to tell the joy and anger.

Ming always couldn't guess Ranbai's thoughts, she pretended to be too deep.

When Ming first saw Ranbai, he was still a wisp of residual soul.

That year, the underworld was in chaos, and Ming was seriously injured and only the only soul was left floating between heaven and earth, facing the danger of dissipation at any time.

Ranbai appeared at that time.

He looked like a young girl, but she was a cruel and cruel girl, and was full of evil spirits, which was completely opposite to her appearance.

She wants to make a deal.

At that time, her five consciousnesses had lost four consciousnesses. Apart from her only pair of eyes, she could not listen or speak, and was no different from a useless person.

But Ming has no way out.

So a useless man, half of the remnant soul, cooperated so ridiculously.

His Highness of the Nether-Aided Vampire Clan ended perfectly in a blood-sacrificing formation. The consciousness remains in Ranbai's body. Following Ranbai's six realms, he cultivates his soul and chases other residual souls.

Now Ming has recovered from serious injury and has returned to the underworld and led thousands of ghosts to help.

"Isn't it?" Ming asked back.

What else can hinder the descent of the descent? I'm afraid there will be no more.

Ranbai had no expression on his face, and he picked up a black spot on his own, and did not answer Ming's question.

When I walked out of the Wuwu, I took half of my life. The one who survived was Ranbai, nor was Ranbai.

She changed her fate against the will of heaven and violated the ban and set up an ancient formation.

It's a desperate battle.

Win. She comes back.

Lost. No more name.

She peeked at the skylight in the ancient formation, traded with it, and regained the five consciousnesses.

At the cost, she has experienced three thousand planes for the Heavenly Dao.

One day.

She wants to slaughter the world-

"If you have nothing else to do, you will stay in the blood clan. There are still many things to deal with, and this palace is short of people."

"...You are too lazy to pay attention to it, right?" Ming raised a reasonable question.

"You said yes."

Ming had a headache and felt like he couldn't get out of the wolf's den.

"It feels very good to take revenge, right?" she joked.

Ranbai thought seriously for two seconds and replied lightly: "I once wished I could kill all the world, but later I felt that it was just like that."

Ming could also see that she came back this time because she was indifferent to the past. She was good at strategy and scheming and could play with these people in her hands, but she didn't. She just used the simplest and most rough method and was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"You always..." Ming tsk and changed his tone: "But that's true. Many things have come to this point, and some people have turned into ants."

"Did you see it?" Ranbai casually fell a chess with his fingertips.

Ming was slightly stunned when he looked at the chessboard trend.

Four clear and straight words fell down.

"But that's it."

In her eyes, the world is like a chess game, and she can play whatever she wants.

Once, the entire blood clan's people wanted to die in vain, and kept saying that she was the nemesis.

But now, no one dares to say that he is afraid of humility.

All ironic.

But they are all controlled chess pieces. They will do whatever you want them to do.

Ming was slightly silent: "The mind is hard to measure."

Ranbai: "Not worth mentioning."

"Your Highness, they are all here." The blood soul turned into a human form, very young, looking tall and thin, and whispered.

"No." Ranbai said.

Blood Soul said yes.

"I will go out for a walk and come back."

Ming Duan looked at the chessboard twice and said, "The winner is decided."

"It's not over yet, I always have to think of some ways to fight back." Ranbai looked at her and turned around and left.

Blood Soul coughed, and felt sincere sympathy for Ming, but...

Your Highness has other chess friends, so he can take a break!

The night is like ink, mixed with some unknown blood. The chirping of crickets keeps ringing, hiding in the dark corners and making a sad tone. The ancient and tall retro buildings are half-sinking and half-sinking under the moonlight, like a huge transparent glass cover covering the world under an invisible film, presenting an illusory, blurry hazy feeling.

Ranbai walked aimlessly in the blood clan building without letting Blood Soul and the others follow him. He walked step by step with a very light footsteps. The cold wind blew up the silver hair and his clothes fluttered.

The surrounding scenery has not changed much, and the architecture still looks like the past, which is almost the same as the remaining memories. It is full of bloody luxury in the ancient and clumsy.

Legge was imprisoned in his own palace, surrounded by heavy troops.

Leg.

Her father.

Half the same blood as her bones.

Times have changed, and no matter how much I feel when I was revisited, I can't find it until I stepped into a desolate place. This place is incompatible with the exquisite and solemn buildings of the ancient century, like a forbidden area that no one cares about. When I listen carefully, only the wind is ringing and the insects are yelling, and the smell of dampness and oldness is filled with.

The black boots stepped on the dead branches and made a "squeak".

It seemed like opening a door to the old time.
Chapter completed!