The Peerless Emperor

At this moment, the current situation of Vientiane Zongshan Gate appeared on the rectangular tactical mirror.

The mountain gate of Vientiane Zong with beautiful scenery, the continuous mountain range has no grass, all turned into scarlet scorched earth, filled with **** breath.

The dense jungle of the Vientiane Sect at the time has been turned into dry trees, the ground is dry and cracked, and it is almost a dead place.

Dead!

Seeing the current situation of the Vientiane Sect, Lin Qian couldn't be more familiar with it. It was exactly the same as the dead place of the small world of medieval ruins.

The only difference is that now the mountain gate of the Vientiane Sect is covered with a thin **** breath.

At the same time, there was a huge opening in the very center of the Vientiane Sect, and a vague brilliance hovered out of the center, constantly absorbing the **** breath around it.

And beside this group of brilliance, there was also a small figure hanging in the air, and it was also the existence that Ye Xin pointed out as amazed.

After receiving Lin Qian's order, the scribes in the command room quickly increased their observation efforts, magnifying the picture on that side and displaying it on the tactical mirror.

At the same time, Lin Qian and the others also clearly saw what kind of existence it was beside that illusory brilliance.

"What?" Lin Qian and Ye Xin both exclaimed when they saw the person's appearance clearly.

"This is the first time you have seen a foreign race. It is normal to be surprised." Seeing Lin Qian and Ye Xin exclaimed, Wei Wushuang smiled and looked at the figure on the tactical mirror, "This is the black blood clan, theirs It really looks like this."

"The black blood race, it turned out to be the black blood race!" Lin Qian murmured, and now he understands why the Vientiane Sect was refined by the formation method, almost the same as the dead place.

It turned out that Nan Xin's first-born double-horned alien with purple skin all over was the black blood race.

The black blood clan hanging in the air next to Guanghua is not exactly the same as the appearance of Nan Xin in the ancient ruins of the original middle school.

The skin is also purple, with a strange brand.

But there is still a difference between the two, just like the black blood people on the tactical mirror now, there is no double horn on the head.

"Master, are people of the black blood race like this? Is there any special existence that is different from this black blood race when they grow up." Suddenly, Lin Qian turned to look at Wei Wushuang. Asked curiously.

"Isn't that the appearance of the black blood?" Hearing Lin Qian's question, Wei Wushuang shook his head amused.

"That's it..." Lin Qian looked a little puzzled when Wei Wushuang's answer was received, "Is it because I confessed it wrong, it's actually two races, just similar in appearance."

"However, if you really want to say something different, it seems that there is really something." Wei Wushuang suddenly added, "According to the rumors, the current black blood races are ordinary people, the real black blood races with good blood. There is a single horn on his head."

Wei Wushuang looked thoughtful, and recalled: "I remember that if there is nothing wrong, it seems that the royal family among the black blood races has the first-born double horns. At that time, the black blood race was extremely prestigious."

"Unfortunately, let alone the rumored royal family, even the black blood races with excellent bloodlines with one horns have disappeared. If not, now the black blood races will not be beaten by everyone and become the so-called corpse thieves. ."

After listening to Wei Wushuang's words, Lin Qian and Ye Xin looked at each other. Obviously, the Nan Xin encountered in the Middle Ancient Ruins was the royal family of this black blood clan.

And what the other party controls is not a blood-raising corpse, but a kind of walking corpse.

In contrast, Lin Qian believes that walking corpses are more powerful than raising blood corpses.

Because when he was in the Middle Ancient Ruins, although his spirit power could suppress walking corpses, it was not as effective as raising blood corpses.

Lin Qian remembered that the breath of the walking corpse, but anger and death coexisted, and the increase in physical strength was much higher than that of the blood-raising corpse.

You know, most of those walking corpses were made by disciples of Dang Yuanzong's handyman.

Although Dang Yuanzong’s handyman disciples are comparable to the outer disciples of Vientiane Sect, they have the realm of Xing Yuan realm. But after being refined into a walking corpse, the strength is actually comparable to Nirvana.

"The strength of the royal family of the black blood tribe is really much stronger than that of the normal black blood tribe." Recalling these, Lin Qian silently compared it in his heart.

After thinking about this, Lin Qian once again set his sights on the tactical mirror, wanting to see what this black-blooded alien wanted to do now.

Above the rift in the Wanxiangzong Mountain Gate, the suspended Guanghua Lin Qian is also familiar. The brilliance is almost the same as the brilliance of the gateway to the medieval ruins.

Now this group of brilliance was shrinking one by one, continuously containing the **** breath of the surroundings, as if it was breathing out, being gathered in.

With the **** breath constantly pouring into it, the brilliance that had been violently shaking became more and more stable.

At the same time, with the gradual stabilization of that group of brilliance, the speed of absorbing the **** breath that permeated the Vientiane Sect gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.

The stopped brilliance, undulating and beating like a heart, and the **** breath that has gathered is also

At this moment, the remaining **** aura of the original Vientiane Sect suddenly circulated, rushing towards the alien body, blending into the lines on the skin, and finally submerged in the body, consuming refining.

"From this point of view, the small world under the Vientiane Sect, I am afraid this black blood race has already known it. The formation of the transformation itself is to open this small world."

"Obviously, to open this small world, it is necessary to refining the flesh and blood of living beings to stabilize the entrance, and then to enter it through the entrance of the world."

"Besides, this guy from the black blood race has other plans. Judging from the scene in the tactical mirror, the vitality needed to open the small world is not too much. More, he wants to absorb it himself ."

"If there is no Lin Qian's battleship, I am afraid that the entire Vientiane Sect has been refined into flesh and blood essence, it will be so huge. With these flesh and blood essence, I am afraid his strength will be greatly improved."

Wei Wushuang looked at the situation on the tactical mirror and deduced: "Fortunately, his plan did not succeed, otherwise, he might have a lot of progress now."

Lin Qian nodded silently, turned to the scribe and asked, "Can this person's cultivation level be observed?"

The scribes bowed their hands and reported: "His Majesty, this slouch state is the state of life and death, just like the emperor teacher. However, he was seriously injured, plus the flesh and blood essence he had previously absorbed, before he returned to the soul state!"

"However, according to the speculation of the ministers, there are ways to use the strength of the state of mind, but there will be restrictions."

After hearing the report, Lin Qian frowned and looked at the black blood alien race that appeared on the tactical mirror.

The opponent's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.