I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

Three months later, Romania, ruins of a certain castle.

According to locals, Brown Castle was once the residence of local lords thousands of years ago.

The building is extremely luxurious, paved with gold and jade, and decorated with precious stones.

Unfortunately, after experiencing historical changes and wars, there are no longer any lords.

And this ancient castle has collapsed due to disrepair for who knows how many years.

The truly valuable things have long been plundered by groups of explorers, and even small pieces of wall tiles have been pried away by local residents to build pig pens or other things.

Today, there are only some damaged walls and some foundations buried deep underground.

The historical inheritance of this world is too clear.

On the premise that a large number of cultural relics from tens of thousands of years ago have been preserved, a noble castle from thousands of years ago is not worth the trouble and effort of the local government to maintain.

If it's gone, it's gone, it doesn't matter.

In such a neglected situation, some local masters still occasionally come to try their luck to this day.

Just like now.

A group of lucky guys somehow opened a passage to the bottom of the castle and successfully entered the underground palace that no tomb robbers have been able to enter for thousands of years.

Oh. We should probably call them adventurers here!

Or a Hollywood-featured archaeologist.

A group of scoundrels who steal and dig up graves under the guise of archeology have even given many ignorant teenagers the outrageous idea that "archeology is official tomb robbing."

It is simply insulting and trampling on the word "archaeology"!

Deep in the underground tunnel, in a space whose structure is very similar to that of a tomb, the lights are dim.

Even the best miner's headlamp doesn't look that bright here.

The surrounding area is filled with glittering gold and silver treasures, dazzling gems, cellars of old wine, and even some silks and satins that have become rotten due to exposure to the air.

On the high platform in the center, a huge black coffin was placed there, just like it was thousands of years ago.

There was no decoration on the coffin, except for a gold relief carved in gold on the coffin lid, which looked like a nun with her hands clasped together.

The leader of the tomb robbers carefully climbed the steps and checked whether there were any defense mechanisms around the coffin.

After confirming that it was correct, he ordered his men to scatter in all directions to install as many expensive gold objects as possible.

A guy holding a candle shouted excitedly: "Brother, we are really in! We are really in! The legend of treasure in the catacombs is actually true! There are so many treasures! We are going to make a fortune!"

The leader of the tomb robbers turned back and glared at this guy, and said angrily: "Shut up, the most taboo thing in our profession is to open champagne at half time. Do you want to kill all of us!"

If this guy hadn't been his biological brother, sometimes he would have wanted to kill this talkative and startled guy with a knife!

The man holding the candle suddenly froze and said with a sly smile: "Brother, I didn't mean that. And you don't really believe the legend told by those ignorant villagers, do you? Even a true transcendent cannot come back from the dead. There is no eternal lord or thousand-year curse."

"Boss, I found a strange stone!"

At this moment, a bald man suddenly took out a polygonal object the size of a table tennis ball and glowing green from a gold cup.

It looks like jade, but not exactly the same.

The boss of the tomb robbers was overjoyed. He quickly walked over and grabbed the stone in his hand. He looked at it over and over, and the corners of his mouth raised crazily as he couldn't suppress it.

"Boss, this is..."

"Spiritual stone, this is the legendary and priceless spiritual stone! Quick, look for it again! Try to find it!"

Before he finished speaking, all the tomb robbers were instantly ecstatic.

Their faces were filled with crazy smiles and their hearts were pounding.

That kind of strong vibration almost shook the heart out of the chest!

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In this ecstatic atmosphere, the beating sound of the heart is getting louder and louder, and the vibration feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Just when all the tomb robbers were holding sacks and loading gold items like crazy, the leader of the tomb robbers suddenly felt that something was not right.

Wait a minute, is your heartbeat so loud? So intense?

No, that's not right!

This horse riding is not the sound of my own heartbeat!

His expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously turned back to look at the black coffin.

When no one noticed, the golden "nun" relief on the coffin lid actually bloomed with a golden light stained with blood.

The holiness is mixed with a kind of filth and blood, which makes people shudder.

Suddenly, the temperature in the entire tomb chamber experienced an extreme change.

The cold current and the hot current were intertwined out of thin air, forcing all the fanatical tomb robbers to stop and stare blankly at the coffin that was showing strange movements.

"Heartbeat."

Cold sweat broke out on everyone's forehead.

I don’t know who swallowed.

The grunt was so obvious in this silent tomb where the drop of a needle could be heard.

"The legend. The legend is true! The immortal lord is resurrected!"

The brother of the leader of the tomb robbers suddenly said this, and ran out like flying with the sack filled with a large pile of gold items on his back.

"Run! Run! The thousand-year curse is coming to kill us!"

This move was like breaking the last string in the hearts of the tomb robbers present, instantly causing a scene like a roaring camp.

Countless tomb robbers rushed towards the outward passage.

The holes they made can only pass one person at a time, and whoever falls behind has a greater chance of dying.

At this time, all brotherhood was thrown behind and they rushed outside.

In order to grab a top ranking, many methods were used, and they even took out their guns and shot randomly at those who ran fast. No matter how much the leader scolded them, it had no effect.

They are all tomb robbers, how can they talk about the morality of the world?

The sudden escape quickly turned into a chaotic fight.

In just a few dozen seconds, all the tomb robbers, including the brother of the leader who rushed out first, were shot to death and remained in the tunnel forever.

The next moment, a strange suction force came.

The warm corpses of these tomb robbers turned into mummies at an extremely fast speed.

The flesh and blood essence was extracted and floated into the black coffin in the center of the tomb, dyeing the golden nun relief with blood.

"Click."

With a crisp sound of the lock unlocking, the heavy coffin lid popped open on its own.

One of them, a handsome man with a pale face and an evening gown, was revealed.

On his left chest, an artificial heart full of mechanical texture glows with a faint blue halo. It is continuously pumping freshly purified blood to all parts of the body, replenishing the already somewhat shriveled body. .

Obviously, this is a very standard vampire.

The kind that fits the stereotype of people's imagination very well, and is full of labels of the vampire race.

"I didn't expect this artificial heart to actually help me sleep for a thousand years, tsk"

The handsome vampire opened his eyes, as everyone does when they get up, and sat up in the coffin to slightly relieve the chaos and dullness in his mind.

Just when he was asleep, a piece of information suddenly flowed into his mind.

"Huh? It was the Great Heavenly Lord who woke me up? Is there a powerful enemy destroying the Great Heavenly Lord's arrangement? I need to go."

Before he finished speaking, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed through the heart of the vampire. A kite turned over and stood firm in the sky, with a pair of broken bat wings stretching and flapping behind his back.

"Oriental cultivators? Who are you? Why did you break into my retreat privately? Don't you know that this is a very rude thing?"

The vampire looked a little annoyed.

I had just woken up, why did an outsider break in?

Who are those descendants outside? Where have my blood descendants and blood servants gone?

How come my castle and manor are in ruins!

Why do these despicable serfs and blood slaves make my clean and tidy garden filthy?

Looking at the angry and trembling vampire in the air, Lord Destiny couldn't help but frown.

"Tyrannosaurus, what is this little bat demon muttering about?"

In these three months, the duo of True Lord Destiny and Lu Wenwu plowed through almost the entire Western Continent, killing countless followers of the Great Heavenly Lord.

As comrades-in-arms, the two have become completely familiar with each other.

However, True Lord Destiny still looked down on Westerners as always, and did not even bother to learn their language or use their fairy souls to perceive.

Maybe this is the New Age spiritual mysophobia.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the vampire: "Times have changed. He found that the people at the bottom who were oppressed by him in the past have all stood up. This grandson is so angry that he is scolding his mother."

"Barbarians are barbarians. Even if they put on luxurious clothes and make themselves look like dogs, they still can't change the barbarism in their hearts." True Lord Destiny played steadily.

Lu Wenwu shrugged.

Without too much nonsense, he raised his hand and punched out.

Before the vampire even understood what was going on, it exploded into a ball of blood mist and splashed in the air.

The vampire's natural ability cannot take effect in the face of Lu Wenwu's absolutely violent attack.

Oh. It's not that it didn't work at all.

It turned into a ball of blood-mist bats and tried to fly away.

But Maomao blew a puff of fire from below and went up.

Burned by the strange divine fire, it just let out a scream and completely disappeared from the world.

Even a vampire archduke with a heaven-level cultivation level was still a bastard in front of Lu Wenwu who could be dealt with by raising his hand.

Or to be precise, it can't even beat Maomao at full power.

Will be easily burned to death.

Although Maomao's combat power is strong among the player group, it is not too strong, which means that she can fight at lower levels with the bonus of her racial value.

But if it were placed in this world, it would be a proper near-god-level old monster, and it would not be a problem to walk sideways in the world.

When the vampire was completely wiped out, Lord Destiny looked at Lu Wenwu in surprise: "Aren't you going to capture anyone alive this time?"

"No need, this vampire is not a serious person."

Lu Wenwu stepped forward, sealed the coffin and put it away in Lingtian's storage warehouse.

At the same time, an extremely simple-looking brown book appeared in his hand.

"No, it's a diary. Who would be a serious person to write a diary?"

"Let's go back to the top of Lingtian Mountain quickly."

Lord Destiny finally showed a slight smile and rubbed his hands excitedly.

He could feel the restlessness of the power of destiny, as if urging him to read the diary quickly.

In the past three months, he and Lu Wenwu had captured and killed countless followers of the Great Heavenly Venerable on this land.

At least two hundred statues of various kinds were seized, all of which were of the Great Heavenly Venerable.

As time went by, they killed faster and faster, and the cultivation of these followers also rose with their killing.

Now the vampire that was just killed has reached the middle stage of the Heavenly Rank, and is only one step away from the late stage.

It only took these three months for the Lord of Destiny to go from being very confident to being numb.

He was very worried that if he and Lu Wenwu continued to investigate, they would really find a bunch of near-god monsters and Western gods, and that would be bad.

It was not that he was worried about not being able to win.

The Eastern Immortal Realm was not a pushover, and the odds of victory and defeat were 50-50.

But if even the gods had fallen, how broken would this world be?

Just yesterday, the Emperor of Heaven contacted the Lord of Destiny through the oracle.

An immortal is missing, the immortal soul lamp is extinguished, and it is basically confirmed that he has fallen.

Originally, this should be a very normal thing.

There is a problem in cultivation, and the immortals and gods have explored some secret places left by ancient immortals. Although there are few immortals and gods who have fallen, they are not absent.

However, when the immortal fell, one of the guidance of the power of destiny also disappeared.

Now the Lord of Destiny is extremely worried.

If it is really the work of the Western God King, using his own resonant law to cover up the exploration of the Avenue of Destiny, this can barely be regarded as a good thing.

If it is not the work of the Western God King, but the legendary ancient immortal god resurrected.

Then the matter is a bit serious.

Therefore, the Lord of Destiny is eager to get all the information about the Great Heavenly Venerable, even if it is a little bit.

At the top of Lingshan Dongtian Mountain, the two quickly finished reading the vampire's diary.

Perhaps out of narcissism, this guy's diary is extremely detailed.

From the time he became the Grand Duke until he fell asleep, everything in between was recorded in great detail.

This included how he met the Great Heavenly Venerable and the process of talking with the Great Heavenly Venerable.

When his cultivation reached the Heavenly Stage, he had gradually separated himself from the identity of a chess piece and became the helper of the Great Heavenly Venerable.

Therefore, this vampire even saw the Great Heavenly Venerable with his own eyes and gained great benefits.

It was these benefits that allowed him to advance to the middle stage of the Heavenly Stage and have the potential to reach the near-god level.

These records made the True Lord of Destiny take a breath.

Because this record mentioned a former identity of the Great Heavenly Venerable.

God Slayer.