Chapter 9 King's Landing Association

Boom,

In the cold momentum, it suddenly set off a completely different trend,

Budal, heavy, majestic,

It's like suddenly drilling into the ancient Kunpeng in the net, setting off a big wave on the calm sea, breaking the sea into a ditch, breaking through the bondage, and going straight to the sky,

A huge three-legged bronze tripod appeared out of thin air. On the tripod, it glowed with a glow, as if it was a chaotic color. It cut through Hongmeng and crushed it against the falling corpse hand.

Boom

One is a Kyushu artifact, and the other is a blood artifact, instant contact,

The whole void was strangely silent, and immediately became violently turbulent, as if a boulder was suddenly smashed down on the calm lake, and rioted in an instant,

The blood cloud in the air immediately boiled, making a devil-like roar. The next moment, in the violent roar, it broke into several pieces, and then dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye,

In the whole violent void, the blood is full of light, but it can't hide the extremely strong blue light. Although it is not strong, it is full of an ancient artistic conception.

It seems to stand in the chaos of Hongmeng, suppressing the void and fixed everything,

Bang,

In everyone's stunned and shocked eyes, a dull sound suddenly came out the next moment,

In the loom, it seemed to be mixed with an extremely sad howling,

Immediately, everyone saw the endless blood on the top of their heads, like a tide. In the blink of an eye, they rushed back to the bloody corpse hand in the air, and the legendary corpse hand with great power was retreating,

It's like a fight between two heroes. After a blow, Yanzhou Dingxiong dominates Zhongzhou, and the corpse retreats from the wilderness,

"Ah"

It was shocking the defeat of the corpse's hand. At this time, a sad howling in the scene instantly pulled the eyes of many members of the blood clan back,

The Yanzhou tripod blocked the corpse hand of the blood holy weapon displayed by Gasol. The golden flame of the little fox fell on the trapped Morgan without stopping. The natural flame of the demon fox clan immediately burned on Morgan.

In the sad howling, Morgan's whole dark body seemed to melt like ice and snow, and was burned at a speed visible to the naked eye,

"Easy."

Take the corpse's hand back into the body, and Gasol's face is already extremely difficult to look at.

The whole left hand is trembling violently, and above the face, there is a rare trace of whiteness,

Looking at Morgan, who was burned into nothing by the horrible golden flame in the blink of an eye, Gasol couldn't care about his heartache and anger, and his eyes fell on the young Oriental in front of him again, indescribably cautious,

At this time, Gasol's heart had already set off a stormy wave,

The left hand from the ancestor, which contains infinite power, actually failed in front of the bronze tripod,

Gasol's face was very ugly. At this time, when he remembered what Yi Qing had said before, he suddenly felt a sense of horror.

Either submit or exterminate,

Nothing like this moment, Gasol felt that the man from the east in front of him had the ability to do it,

"Have you thought about it?"

Taking back the Yanzhou tripod, Yi Qing's expression did not change at all. His eyes fell on Gasol faintly, and the momentum on his body was restrained.

"Do I still have a choice?"

For Yi Qing, whose momentum disappeared, Gasol knew that it was like the silence before the storm. He immediately said with a wry smile, and the powerful momentum on his body immediately dissipated,

"Prince, are you going to destroy the glory of the Tzimisce family?"

Gasol's surrender immediately set off a storm among the restless members of the Tzimisce family. The next moment, an count took the lead and screamed,

"Realize it, Clark."

Gasol looked at the count who stood up, and a ferocious smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth, and a fishy light flashed in his eyes. The next moment, his whole body suddenly turned into a phantom and flew to Clark,

"Ah"

The slender tusks mercilessly pierced Clark's neck. With the agitation between Gasol's throats, Clark's whole body dried up strangely,

"Now, is there anyone who opposes it?"

After sucking out Clark's original blood, Gasol's momentum suddenly recovered. He casually threw Clark's squeaked body aside, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but he looked at the members of the surrounding family with a bleak smile,

The tone is cold and fierce, with the authority that the head of the family cannot be provoked,

"Gassoll, you will be glad for your decision."

Seeing Gasol deterred the members of the family with a fierce shock, Yi Qing also smiled with satisfaction and patted Gasol on the shoulder,

"Now, can you tell me where the headquarters of your Dark Association is?"

The faint question in his mouth came out, but Yi Qing's eyes suddenly became cold, and two sharp rays shot out and blended into the silent night.

"Ah, easy"

I felt the change in Yi Qing's expression. Gasol's face, which had just calmed down, was immediately shocked. Suddenly, a bold guess appeared in his heart and he exclaimed in shock.

"I've been thinking about Prince Tumeng."

Speaking of Prince Tumeng, an indifferent murder finally appeared on Yi Qing's face,

Yi Qing will not forget that it was Prince Tumeng who led the crowd to escape from the battle, so that the twelve knights of the round table could not be restrained, so that King Arthur could display the thirteen sacred sword arrays that severely damaged him.

"Okay, Yi, I'll take you there"

Aware of Yi Qing's strong killing of Prince Tumeng, Gasol was shocked, and a deep touch of joy suddenly appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The light in the eyes keeps turning, and there is a hidden expectation in the cold.

The night in London is always bustling with ancient silence,

At this moment, it is the second night after a whole day,

"Is it here, Gasol?"

Under the moonlight, there are four or five figures, emerging from the thick darkness,

Looking at the large area in front of the desolate and dead silence covered by a layer of thick fog, Yi Qing's eyes flashed and asked in a low voice,

"Yes, dear Yi, this is the headquarters of our Dark Association, and Prince Tumeng is in it."

Prince Gasol was dressed in a wide black robe, and the huge bat wings with purple gold lines stretched out of the black robe. At this moment, when he heard Yi Qing's inquiry, the faint light in his slightly sunken eyes suddenly flashed,

A humble smile immediately appeared on Yi Qing's face, saying that he didn't wait for Yi Qing's order, and began to sing obscurely,

With Gasol's action, the thick fog in the line of sight suddenly dissipated strangely, and there were subtle waves in the space under the night. It seemed that a mirror was broken, and the real scene immediately appeared.

It is a huge medieval-style manor,

It is several times larger than the Keanu Castle of the Tzimisce family. In the manor, the spire castles stand silently, and the dark rocks form the walls, exude a cold and mysterious atmosphere.

With the entry of Yi Qing and others, the noise finally reached everyone's ears,

"Yi, what should we do now?"

I felt the familiar and powerful breath in the darkness, and Prince Gasol's face was serious. The masters of these breaths were all giants in the dark association.

It is a powerful existence whose strength is not under one's own,

When he looked at Yi Qing in front of him, Gasol's eyes suddenly showed a worried look. He admitted that Yi was a powerful human, and even King Arthur was not Yi's opponent.

However, even King Arthur did not dare to break into the headquarters of the Dark Society alone,

"Oh, damn Yi, don't involve me."

There was a bad feeling in Gasol's heart,

But now the Tzimisce family has surrendered to Yi and got on Yi's thief ship. Although he was very reluctant, Gasol did not dare to show it at all.

"Ha ha, of course, I'm going to catch up with our Prince Tumeng."

The spirit sensed the powerful dark breath, and a sense of caution suddenly rose in Yi Qing's heart, but his face suddenly fell cold. When it came to Prince Tumeng, a cold sneer immediately aroused a cold sneer at the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go."

With a soft smile, following the breath searched by Lingjue, Yi Qing stepped under his feet,

The whole body disappeared in front of everyone in an instant. The next moment, it appeared and stood a few feet away.

All five people are powerful and deliberately restrained, so no dark creature can find traces of five people,

For a moment, under the leadership of Yi Qing, the five people have silently stood outside the tallest castle in the whole manor,

"Yi, are we going to sneak in secretly?"

Looking at this ancient castle with a dense and powerful breath, Gathorton quietly swallowed a small mouthful of water. Anyone in it can compare with his own powerful existence.

A scene suddenly appeared in front of Gasol's eyes,

That is, as soon as Yi entered, he was torn to pieces by his angry former friends and acquaintances, sucked up the original blood, and died completely.

"No, since you're here, you should say hello to the host in advance."

Gearing a faint glance at Gasol's guilty face, Yi Qing smiled irrefus and was too lazy to pay attention to it. Immediately, his face suddenly fell silent, and a deep touch of coldness appeared.

Boom,

Reached out his hand to the sky, and then in Gasol's homorous eyes, the whole sky became silvery and thunderous,

The next moment, a bucket of thick cyan thunder dragon suddenly broke through the clouds and swooped down from the nine heavens with teeth and claws. The electric light flashed, emitting the power of terrible destruction,

Hm

The thunder dragon fell in an instant. With Yi Qingxu pointing a little, he didn't enter the ancient castle in front of him.

In an instant, the sky and the earth shook, surrounded by countless blue thunder, beeping, and the arcs rushed around, falling on the buildings beside it, stirring up a dull sound,

But in the time of breathing, the historic castle has become a complete ruin in Yiqing's nine-day Puhua real thunder,

"Who is it?"

In the smoke and dust, several figures rose to the sky and swept into the sky in an instant,

At the same time, a sad roar of anger came out from afar in the silent night,