Chapter 1 The First Son
The sunset shone a viscous red light, covering the huge city of the Yin city state. The blood mist barrier above the Yin city state reflected a ferocious blood light that made people want to vomit under the illumination of the sunset blood light.
In the dark blue and red sky, the "Blood Parrot" cast by the secret technique passed through the cross-border fairy technique slowly passed by. The blue-black blood parrot with a spherical shape of 300 meters in diameter can be seen by people, and the magic talismans on the surface of the demon race flashed from time to time. The blood parrot was like the eyeballs of the legendary demon, looking down on the earth coldly and arrogantly.
It also overlooks the hunting team that has just returned to the Yin city-state.
Leading with six pure metal flying crafts, these huge crafts, lingering blood light, slowly brought smoke and dust across the earth under the drag of dozens of dark night blood leopards. Behind these six crafts, tens of thousands of ragged men, women, and young people tied up on long ropes. They were following the crafts quickly in panic and embarrassed.
Around these embarrassed civilians, hundreds of Yin clan knights drove the unicorn blood beasts raised by the demon clan's secret techniques, arranged in an orderly team and looked around vigilantly. And behind the huge team at the end of the hall were the same twelve flying crafts.
At the entrance of the Yin city-state surrounded by metal walls up to 100 meters, two stair-shaped pyramids up to 500 meters wide stand on the city gate, one left and one right. From top to bottom, the pyramids are divided into nine floors. Now, there are groups of Yin warriors standing on each floor of the pyramid.
The blood slave warriors with lower status, holding magic weapons inspired by various crystal stones, wearing dark red full-coverage combat armor, looked around with great vigilance. The Yin tribes with high status were wearing blood-red robes with a simple blood-red shape with a hint of mysterious and strange atmosphere, holding their hands in front of their chests, and glancing at the men, women, and young people who were running in a mess behind the chariot.
"A rare harvest!" A young man in blood robe who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old stood at the top of a pyramid, sneering and narrowing his eyes, and his sharp eyes kept sweeping over the tender faces of girls of similar age to him in the crowd. His pupils were slightly red, and a wisp of evil power flowed in his eyes, which allowed him to clearly identify the beautiful girls in the crowd between two or three miles.
"This one wears a black windbreaker and the one with a red short skirt, clean it up and send it to my room!" After just a few breaths, the boy had found a prey that satisfies him, and he smiled with great joy.
A white-haired old man standing behind the boy sneered a few evil and cruelly, and then bowed deeply.
Accompanied by the low whistling sound, the flying chariot slowly landed at the entrance of the city-state. Several doors were silently cut on the smooth and clean car body, and a large group of Yin soldiers wearing dark red armor walked out of the chariot, and the yelling and insulting sounds suddenly rang out. The crowd tied behind the chariot was also in chaos, calling for children and calling for girls, and crying for parents kept ringing.
"Everyone listens well, they are lined up here!"
"No chaos, no chaos! According to your family relationship, line up here!"
"You lowly untouchables, this is your blessing!"
"This is the blessing given to you by our Yin clan! Don't be confused, everyone is in line!"
"Snatch your opportunity firmly. Whoever dares to yell, you know the outcome!"
A thin old man with a ragged black robe and extremely dirty body, with a greasy face screaming at the top of his lungs. As soon as the rope tied to him was untied, he waved a silver cross the size of a palm and rushed out of the crowd loudly.
"My children, don't believe the words of these demons! They are bloodthirsty demons, and they are tempting you to fall with sweet and poisonous fruits! Do not believe the words of these demons, you will become their food and their sacrifices, and you will never believe them!"
A Yin warrior dozens of meters away brought a strong wind, crossed dozens of meters away, and came directly to the ragged old man. He pulled out a black sword that was more than four feet long and only one finger wide. Its thin black sword as thin as paper penetrated into the old man's heart without hesitation. The sharp sword silently penetrated the old man's body. The old man's already extremely thin body suddenly shriveled and shrank, and all the blood in his body was sucked clean by the sword in a short snap of his finger.
The Yin warrior pulled back his long sword and snatched the silver cross from the old man's hand. He made this sterling silver and the colorful cross weighed it in his palm. The Yin warrior slowly walked towards the long table lined up behind the gate of the city-state entrance.
Yin Xuege was sitting behind a long table, looking at the shriveled and shriveled corpse of the old man lying on the ground with chills. The old man's face was just in the direction of Yin Xuege, and there was a deep sense of despair in his blank and empty eyes. Yin Xuege had seen countless faces that were as wilted, shriveled and desperate as the old man, but he still felt chill all over, and his body was so cold that he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The boy who had just stood on the pyramid looking for his prey came to Yin Xuege at some point. Seeing Yin Xuege's trembling body, the boy, who was obviously one head taller than Yin Xuege, shook his head and took a python whip as thick as a thumb from the hand of a Yin clan member behind him. He whipped Yin Xuege's shoulder without any warning.
A severe pain suddenly came, Yin Xuege's face turned pale, and his face muscles twisted, making his tender little face look as ugly as an evil ghost. The python whip supported by the highly poisonous "Three-headed Blue-spotted Python" was covered with raised sharp scales on the whip body. A large piece of the blood-colored robe on Yin Xuege's body was torn apart, and a thin flesh two feet long was torn off from his shoulders.
Blood flowed out along the wound, but Yin Xuege took a deep breath, and the blood flowing out of the wound flowed back again, and was soon swallowed up by the bloody wound. Yin Xuege's wound healed at a speed that surprised ordinary people. After three or five breaths, the flesh and blood he had taken away by the whip had grown again.
He let out a heavy breath, Yin Xuege forced the dizziness in his mind, endured the afterglow of the pain brought to him by the whip just now, and stood up stiffly. Gripping his teeth tightly, Yin Xuege slowly turned around, and his resentful eyes shot at the young man holding the long whip and playing with it in his hands.
"Yin Xuejiao!" Yin Xuege spit out the boy's name from his teeth one by one.
Yin Xuejiao smiled strangely. He looked at Yin Xuege's pale face and trembling body, and shook his head disdainfully. He raised his index finger and poked Yin Xuege's chest a few times. Yin Xuejiao leaned over Yin Xuege's ear and laughed in a low voice: "The bastard is the bastard. Are you pity these bitches? You should be born with these bitches!"
After a few smirks, Yin Xuejiao straightens his body, and quenches his fingers in a proud and provocative manner.
"I just fell in love with two very good girls. I'll go back and enjoy them later!"
Yin Xuege's face turned red, and a faint light of blood rippled out from deep in his eyes.
Yin Xuejiao quickly took two steps back. Several tall Yin clan members behind him quickly blocked the two. One of the middle-aged men with evil spirits all over his body pressed on Yin Xuege's shoulder: "Young Master Xuege, please find out your identity and don't make us embarrassed! Hey!"
The middle-aged man laughed sarcastically, his five fingers pressed against Yin Xuege's shoulder, and his bones made a loud "crack" sound.
"Yes, that's right! You have to find out your identity!" Yin Xuejiao looked at Yin Xuege with a smile, and a deep sense of fear flashed through his eyes, and then a deliberately pretended arrogance arose naturally: "Although you are the name of the legitimate son of the Yin clan, you have to understand that you are just a bastard!"
Yin Xuege's body trembled violently. He wanted to break free from the middle-aged man's control, but the other party's strength was much stronger than him. His body could not move under the other party's control. His five fingers pressed against his shoulders, causing the shoulder blades to make a "crack" sound that was overwhelmed.
He reached out and patted Yin Xuege's face frivolously. Yin Xuejiao turned around proudly and went to the city-state's insiders.
"Finish your chores well, otherwise you will suffer in tomorrow's class. Oh, this is the case with the poor little blood slaves. When I enjoy those delicate and cute little blood slaves, he can only eat sand here and help those bitches register them."
"Oh, you guys, is this a bit miserable? Today, the hunting team caught so many blood slaves, so they have to be busy for most of the night before they can rest? Then, isn't he going to practice again? Wouldn't he have to pull down a lot of things again?"
A burst of arrogant and proud laughter came from afar. Yin Xuege looked at Yin Xuege's arrogant back away, and blood almost oozed out of his eyes.
After Yin Xuejiao was gone far away, the middle-aged man who grabbed Yin Xuege tightly let go and said a few words to Yin Xuege with a smile: "Master Xuege, we can't blame us for being rude! Last time you went crazy, you almost bit off Master Xueqing's neck. We must be aware of it, right?"
With a strange expression, he glanced up and down at Yin Xuege who was standing still in place. The middle-aged man said in a hypocritical tone: "You still have to recognize your identity! Although you have the name of the legitimate son of the Yin clan, your identity is your identity! Haha, why do you have to fight against all the young masters? You beg for forgiveness obediently and knelt down to the young masters, wouldn't it be?"
‘Hahaha, hahahaha’! The middle-aged man laughed wildly at the sky a few times, then raised his head arrogantly, slowly carried his hands behind his back, and walked away with one step or two. Wherever he passed, the fully armed Yin soldiers saluted one after another, highlighting his arrogant and domineering arrogance.
Yin Xuege stood there, gasping heavily.
But his long table was suddenly hammered heavily. The Yin warrior who had just killed the thin old man impatiently beat the table: "Young Master Blood Song, please don't waste our time! Please register for me. Today I will kill one heretic believer of the Light God Cult and seize one heretic magic weapon. These are two contributions!"
Yin Xuege was stunned for a moment, then he touched his shoulder that had just been injured and slowly sat back on his seat.
He raised his head and looked at the Yin warrior with all his blood indifferently and ruthlessly. Yin Xuege said coldly: "Name, number, belonging, the contribution made. Killing one heretic believer of the Light God Cult, the family's merit points are ten points; a low-grade heretic magic weapon, cast from the bright bright silver, and the family's merit points are twenty!"
The sunset gradually sets, and a bright moon quietly appears. The blood parrot has completed a journey of patrol and slowly crosses the sky again. The blood parrot, which emits a faint blood light, quietly swept across the moon surface. Against the silver moonlight, the blood parrot looks even more evil and ferocious.
Occasionally, some members of the Yin clan raised their heads and looked at the secret treasure of the sky that contained great destructive power curiously. In their vision, countless moonlights as thin as hair were constantly being swallowed by the blood parrots. Just like these members of the Yin clan, the moonlight is also the source of energy for the Blood parrots, the demon clan secret treasure!
Under the moonlight, the blood parrot has a hundred times more destructive power than the daytime.
Just like these members of the Yin clan, under the moonlight and at night, the members of the Yin clan absorb the essence of moonlight. Whether their combat power or cultivation speed is several times or even dozens of times that of the day. For the Yin clan, moon nights, especially such full moon nights, are extremely precious. Any practice on a full moon night is enough to improve the children of the Yin clan a lot.
Yin Xue Ge, who was only eleven years old, was a child of the serious Yin clan. Before the age of eighteen, the essence of the moonlight on the full moon night was as important to Yin Xue Ge as any other child of the Yin clan.
The blood mist barrier that enveloped the entire Yin city-state had dispersed, revealing the overlapping buildings in the Yin city-state. On the top of those tall towers and tall buildings, a large group of Yin family children occupied the favorable terrain, sitting cross-legged on the ground, swallowing the essence of the moonlight with big mouthfuls.
Yin Xuejiao was also practicing. He sat cross-legged on the top of a tower that was as high as 300 meters. A formation composed of dozens of fists-sized blood-colored beads floating around him. With the help of this mysterious formation, a large amount of moonlight essence was absorbed and surrounded Yin Xuejiao's side. The rich moonlight essence even condensed into mist visible to the naked eye.
The mysterious and strange innate Taiyin Qi continued to inject Yin Xuejiao's body with the essence of the moonlight. His handsome but arrogant and hostile face was filled with a satisfied smile. As the Taiyin Qi was refined, his body continued to strengthen, his blood continued to flourish, and his soul power became more and more vigorous.
But at the entrance of the Yin city-state, twenty long tables were lined up, and behind each table was a man in a blood robe. In front of their long table, there were twenty long queues, and countless terrified men, women, young and old stood in the queue tremblingly, moving forward slowly.
Behind the twenty long tables, there was only Yin Xuege, a child, and only he had the status of the legitimate son of the Yin clan! All the others were adults, and they were all foreign deacons of the Yin clan. There was only Yin Xuege, a child, and he had no responsibilities in the family.
He was just temporarily "seconded" on this full moon night to help the "insufficient staff" Yin clan "External Affairs Hall" register the blood slaves who were just arrested today. Unfortunately, the number of blood slaves captured today is particularly large, and the number of deacons in the Foreign Affairs Hall is particularly small compared to usual days, so it is impossible to complete the registration task without spending one night.
A thick black directory was placed in front of Yin Xuege. He held a slender brush in his hand and quickly copied the names, identities, relatives and other new blood slaves in front of him on the directory.
Yin Xuege wrote very quickly, and he was logging in the information of these blood slaves as fast as possible. But like countless full moon nights in the past, the number of blood slaves captured today was particularly large. No matter how yin Xuege's wrists were written numb, there was still a long team in front of him.
Just after completing the information login at Yin Xue Ge, a haggard girl was roughly pulled into a small door next to the city gate by several Yin soldiers. The girl's clothes were stripped clean, and the cold and high-pressure water was rinsed with rinse water. White disinfectant powder poured down from the sky. The irritating powder made the girl's eyes hurt and screamed loudly.
Just like the animals in a slaughterhouse, after completing the body disinfection, these blood slaves who had completed the login got a white coarse cloth robe, and then lined up to the deep and dark Yin city-state.
Yin Xuege listened to the girl's sharp cry of pain. He raised his head, looked at the full moon that had gradually turned to the west, and then looked at the still long queue in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Although he was just an eleven-year-old boy, Yin Xuege's sigh was filled with an indelible vicissitudes and sadness. But if someone observed carefully, they would see that in Yin Xuege's eyes, a blood light like hot lava flashed by.
Yin Xuege's left hand was hidden in his sleeve and curled up under the long table. His left hand was clenched tightly into a fist. Under his fair skin, the green blood vessels and meridians were bulging one by one, and his heart was already extremely hated.
Before the first ray of dawn was about to arrive, the blood mist barrier of the Yin city-state spread silently again.
An Yin clan's foreign affairs chief was at Yin Xuege's side at some point. Looking at Yin Xuege who had been busy all night, the foreign affairs chief patted Yin Xuege's shoulder with a malicious smile.
"Young Master Xue Song, are you tired? Go and wash it quickly. You will go and listen to the elders' lectures later!"
He raised the corners of his mouth gently, with full malice, the Foreign Affairs Officer said frivolously: "You have been busy all night, and you are indispensable to these two points of family merit points! You should go to the class quickly and don't be late!"
"By the way, yesterday, the Bloody Young Master and the Bloody Young Master were said to have made breakthroughs, so the elders' lecture today is said to be a battle class!"
Yin Xuege's hand suddenly froze, and his eyes were filled with crazy blood again.
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