Almost in the blink of an eye, the vampire chasing Wang Sheng, watching the monk in the Great China who was flying backwards facing them, sank into a thick white mist.

And the white mist quickly spread around, surrounding the sky, the earth, and all directions.

The vampires had to stop rushing forward, and looked around in anger with some confusion.

What's this?

Is the poisonous fog created by using any scientific means?

The moment the Jiuxuan Spirit Scout Formation was launched, almost three or four hundred vampires fell into the formation at the same time!

The moment the formation was launched, a sudden change occurred outside the formation.

Originally, the vampires behind did not notice anything unusual and were about to rush in, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of the formation. They raised their left hand and a light red light wall appeared behind him, causing the vampires rushing behind to collide in a mess.

This is an old man with gray hair and thin body wearing a sunglasses, his movements are a little trembling, but the breath it emits and the suppression of his bloodlines calms down the chaotic vampires behind him at the same time.

The place where the old man stood was just the edge of the formation, and then he whispered:

"Dao Sect Formation."

The pronunciation used is almost the same as the ancient Chinese tone thousands of years ago.

Then he said slowly in Granish: "Don't get close to here. This is the formation of monks in the Great China Kingdom. It can trap and kill people without even taking action.

Once you go in, you may not be able to come out.”

A group of vampires couldn't help but look at each other. They could see the backs of those tribes flying forward, the grassland in front of them, and a female Eastern monk standing on the grass slope, with more than a dozen captured tribes behind them...

The old man pointed his finger forward, and the pictures appeared with shallow ripples like a curtain.

Then, the picture disappeared, and what appeared in front of them was a thick white mist.

This white mist covered a range of thousands of meters. The three or four hundred vampires who rushed in had disappeared, and they could not even sense where the bloodline was.

The old man sighed slowly and said in modern Gran, "This is the end of your will, Ferrad's descendants."

"grown ups……"

Two vampires of the first-level marquis or count rushed behind the old man and immediately whispered a few words to the old man.

The old man just shook his head gently and kept rejecting their request.

"I have warned you long ago that you can reproduce anywhere in the world, develop your family, and enjoy your long life, only the East, only the Great China today.

He has developed to the point where we tremble in ancient times.

Children, you may think that old people like me are exaggerating, but more than a thousand years ago, we did something similar to yours now. At that time, the number of families was several times that of today, and the army we prepared was dozens of times that of now.

As a result, when we arrived at the border of that ancient country, only a middle-aged man appeared before us and defeated us in an instant.

From then on, our blood clan fell into a decline and fell into a field that was chased and beaten by those missionaries."

"But, sir, don't we care about the tribe members inside?"

"Sir, won't you avenge the prince? So many tribe members have been lost today..."

The blood tribes around were a little angry, but they didn't dare to look directly at the old man's back.

The old man was about to answer something when a scream suddenly came from the white mist in front of him.

The scream seemed to be far away from them, dozens or hundreds of kilometers; it seemed to be right in front of them, and it happened in front of them.

Only the blood clan understands the meaning of these screams. They heard the powerlessness and fear of their fellow clan before their death...

"Even if I go in, I can't guarantee that I can bring anyone out, and I can't even come out," the old man shook his head slowly. "After today, let the Ferrad family become a vassal of the other five families. Their prince's stupidity can only be paid back by themselves."

At present, many vampires have changed their faces, so naturally they are from the Ferrad family.

But no vampire dared to raise objections because they could intuitively feel the power and majesty of this old man.

The scream lasted for three minutes, and the white mist surging, and the scream inside disappeared.

A dark shadow slowly walked out in the white mist. The old man silently took off his glasses, but his slightly turbid eyes exuded a sense of nervousness.

Soon, the outline of the figure became clearer.

The long sword in his right hand pointed toward the ground, the light blue Taoist robe tied up the long hair of the Taoist hairpin and the calm face.

He moved forward step by step, and not only did no one meet the remaining vampires, but many people subconsciously retreated.

An unparalleled power emanated from this man's sword, making the air seem to have become a quagmire.

The old man frowned, but slowly lowered his head, bowed and bowed, and said slowly in a somewhat unfamiliar, ancient Chinese tone:

"My tribesmen have no intention of offending, and I am deeply regretful that the respected monks of the East have cast a shadow on our supposedly peaceful friendship because of Guchi Ferrad's will."

Wang Sheng narrowed his eyes, but snorted coldly, with a little disdain in his eyes, as if he was very upset now and wanted to kill someone...

If anyone familiar with Wang Sheng, such as Monk Huaijing or Liu Yunzhi, would probably have a little murmur in his heart.

Is this person 歌歌 himself? Was he taken over or what?

This kind of domineering attitude that is not taken seriously by anyone else is not too different from the sword cultivator who usually speaks with a smile and always has a calm mind.

...

A few minutes ago, the formation was opened, and the moment the Ancient Vampire Prince appeared, Yao Yun in the Wuling Sword immediately spoke up to remind him.

"Equivalent to the overseas ancient demon of a cultivator in the Tribulation Period?"

Wang Sheng was also surprised, and then realized that this should be one of the three ancient princes of the blood clan that were thousands of years ago.

‘Yes, it’s indeed an evil demon. He has a heavy murderous crime on his body,’ Yao Yun said softly, ‘Do you have the heart to kill demons?’

"In the Tribulation Period... the vampire's fighting methods are relatively simple. His peak strength in the period of rebirth is also two great realms higher than me," Wang Sheng replied with a wry smile, "This fight cannot be fought."

Then, Wang Sheng looked at the white mist around him, "Can you introduce it into the formation?"

Yao Yun said: "This formation can trap him for three days, but if you want to kill him, you and Hua Qing will need to take action, or take time to prepare for a stronger killing formation."

Wang Sheng pondered for a few moments, turned around and went to discuss the matter with his senior sister.

This is also the reason why the vampires were not killed immediately after the formation was opened.

The appearance of the ancient princes was actually within Wang Sheng's expectations; but the strength of the ancient princes of the blood clan was almost the same as that of Sister Xilian, which was beyond Wang Sheng's expectations.

The key is that the Fox Banxian didn't know where he went at this moment, saying that he had caught up from behind, but he has not shown up yet...

You Yaoyun reminded that although Wang Sheng did not understand the changes in the formation, he would not get lost in the trapped formation. He soon found his senior sister and the Feixia Sword that was floating beside his senior sister and acted as the eye of the formation.

When the old man was talking to the "descendants" about the Eastern Expedition of the Vampire Thousands of Years ago, Wang Sheng, Mu Wanxuan and Yao Yun were also discussing countermeasures.

The formation can only last for three days at most. If the ancient prince of the blood clan outside does not leave, it will be the biggest disaster for Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan.

Although with Yao Yun's help, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan were not without the power to fight, if they delayed for a long time, a war between the blood clan and the Taoist sect might break out here.

One ancient prince is enough to make the Taoist sect feel unprecedented pressure, let alone three...

Of course, the Taoist sect also has ways to deal with it, such as the sixteen Taoist 'Supreme Elders' who moved back from the underworld; although Wang Sheng felt that these sixteen Supreme Elders were not very reliable.

Until Yao Yun said softly: "This demon seems to be afraid of the Taoist sect, but hesitated for so long but didn't dare to step in."

A flash of inspiration in Wang Sheng's mind, and he immediately had an idea.

"If this is the case, why not try psychological warfare and let's take a gamble."

‘Psychological warfare? What is that?’

Not only Yao Yun was a little confused, Mu Wanxuan also tilted her head.

"It's just a psychological game with him. Simply put, it's just a try to scare him." As soon as Wang Sheng opened his mind, various ideas suddenly emerged.

The blood clan seems strong at this time because they gain strength by awakening from bloodlines;

Taoist sect is a continuous inheritance of the method of practicing Taoism, and is practiced step by step by step by step by blood clans, so that the current blood clan can threaten the stability of Taoism.

But more than a thousand years ago, when the vitality had not yet been cut off, these blood clans could only be regarded as "unfamiliar" overseas demons.

When the Heavenly Court left, the heavenly soldiers and generals' purge of the demons on earth must have also come to the ancient blood clans. Now these "ancient princes" can only be said to be fish that missed the net.

The more Master Wang thought about it, the more he felt that the other party might have a sense of fear and fear from the Taoist sect from the bottom of his heart...

This may be a little bit exploited.

"Sister sister, we will kill all the vampires in the formation as quickly as possible!"

Yaoyun immediately understood what Wang Sheng was going to do, 'If you can't scare the other party, you're afraid you'll really have to fight to the death.'

"That's okay, although the chance of winning is small, it's not completely gone."

Wang Sheng held the Wuling Sword tightly and looked at Mu Wanxuan and smiled. The two figures disappeared from the white mist, one left and one right.

At the same time, the Feixia Sword trembled slightly, and the arrangements of the various parts of the array were stimulated.

The lightning shone, the Yin-Yang Milling Pan, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan quickly harvested these vampires who were rushing around like headless flies with whistling sounds one after another with a sound of screaming.

A few minutes later, all the vampires in the formation were destroyed, and Wang Sheng signaled his senior sister to return to Feixia Sword and support him at any time.
Chapter completed!