Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 212 210. The Blood Ancestor Girl, Goes to the Church Again
"Daolong, long time no see." Xu Zhenqing said with a smile. In fact, they had only met twice. At that time, he used the PPT of the god-making plan to fool the other party. It had been two years since they last saw each other.

Daolong's eyes widened slightly and he said, "It's you. How did you find where I was hiding?"

"Is it difficult to find you?" Xu Zhenqing was slightly stunned. Second-rate demons like Demon Xiaolong and Tara would be fine. After all, he was a saint on the surface.

Daolong's fingers trembled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Gan Wencui!"

Xu Zhenqing casually dispelled Gan Wencui and said bluntly, "Demon Xiaolong has accumulated seven kinds of demonic energy. In fact, he doesn't have any demonic energy at all now. It's better to believe that I am Qin Shi Huang than to believe in the immortality promised by him to become the Demon Lord."

"That's much better than the god-making plan you gave me. Without a thousand years of accumulated faith, one cannot become a god. If I could live for a thousand years, I would have become a god myself." Daolong lowered his eyebrows and walked tremblingly to the large vat of alchemical potion.

Xu Zhenqing glanced at the colorful potion and felt that the fire was too weak. He helped to add more fuel and said, "How could I let down my hero? The Feather God was indebted to you back then. After we deal with the demon dragon and Tara, I will teach you the Ancient One's black magic. How about that?"

"Are you talking about the Supreme Mage, Yao?" Daolong paused and turned to look at Xu Zhenqing.

Xu Zhenqing's face remained warm as he said, "Not bad, it seems you know a lot about goods."

"Is it the magic of selling yourself to the devil? The great wizard died from it, and I will not follow in his footsteps." Daolong continued to burn his potion.

Xu Zhenqing calmly introduced himself and said, "If you're worried about borrowing money, I can introduce you to a more gentle demon god who never collects debts. He's the one worshipped by the sorcerer."

The two chatted for a while and discussed the matters of the Black Qi camp. As a member of the Black Qi camp, Xu Zhenqing felt that his suggestions were very good.

Daolong listened quietly. As a being who had become the leader of the black energy in just over a hundred years, the issue of his lifespan was not very urgent after the changes in heaven and earth. He had a lifespan of about three hundred years.

He was not interested in those spiritual paths other than magic, and only got some treasures that could prolong his life.

"Don't worry. If I don't live long enough, I will try to steal the blood of the European Blood Ancestor." Daolong said in a buzzing voice.

Xu Zhenqing said goodbye with a smile. After all, he came here just to see the other party and make his presence felt, that is, to leave a trace.

"Blood Ancestor." Xu Zhenqing thought of the Qi vampire of that year, who could also be seen as a mutated Blood Ancestor. He was powerful and could rival ordinary saints in terms of saving his life.

The American pharmaceutical group at that time, which was Xu Zhenqing's team, contained vampire elements. They used the excuse of collecting so-called adrenaline pigments to plunder loli virgins to provide fresh blood.

Xu Zhenqing came to a manor where there stood a gloomy ancient castle, exuding a cold atmosphere. It was clearly daytime, but there was a blood moon in the sky, and ravens and bats were seen everywhere, adding a bit of weirdness.

"Relying on blood to continuously image celestial phenomena is not that advanced." Xu Zhenqing commented, and then the door opened automatically. He knew it was to welcome him, so he walked straight in with great courage and skill.

The Blood Ancestor of Europe was a young girl wearing a fluffy black ceremonial dress. She walked over gracefully and bowed slightly.

"Greetings, His Majesty. I hope my poor Chinese doesn't bother you."

"Blood Ancestor, are you considered a sub-saint? No need for formalities, I'm just dropping by," Xu Zhenqing said calmly. The Blood Ancestor girl carefully considered her words and said respectfully, "Over the years, my blood quality has improved, and my strength has recovered considerably. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. Please allow me to perform my duties as a host. Would you do me the honor?"

"You mean the dinner party? I don't like the dancing of your maids." Xu Zhenqing said bluntly. He had been completely immune to the extravagant life he had lived recently.

The Blood Ancestor girl pursed her lips gently, her eyes still calm: "Please allow me to perform a dance for you."

"Then we can look forward to it." Xu Zhenqing did not refuse the other party's face. After all, the other party was already very respectful.

Xu Zhenqing entered the chair and said, intentionally or unintentionally, "Kayi Zhulan Bala, is he dead?"

"Yes, I killed him and took away his abilities. In fact, I took away the abilities of three vampire masters. I gave myself a Chinese name, Dan Kou." The Blood Ancestor Girl answered quietly.

Xu Zhenqing knew that the vampires of the other party's lineage all relied on their familiars to fight. As an "ordinary" vampire, the other party killed the source of their bloodline, which was quite amazing.

"You are quite capable. No wonder I have never heard any sound from the vampire world." Xu Zhenqing praised. The other party was reducing his trouble. If he wanted a sample of the Vampire Lord, he would not have to fly to different places to kill him.

"Thank you so much. It was through your cultivation guidance videos that I accumulated the strength to resist. I have been wanting to repay you all these years, but I don't know what you need." Lady Dankou bowed again.

Xu Zhenqing said without further ado: "You have already given your reward."

It refers to the other party's infected soul and the offering made every time a spell is cast.

Dankou brought a group of maids, dancing like a group of blood-red butterflies, and she was the center of attention among them. Her dance was graceful, and her outstanding posture was fully displayed.

The other person spread his black wings, stepped onto the long table barefoot, walked along the gap in the middle, came to Xu Zhenqing, sat down gracefully, and exchanged glances with him.

Xu Zhenqing admired the wine without any hesitation and let the other party do what he wanted. He watched the other party sit on the plate, stretch out a silver dagger, cut his wrist and let the blood drip into the wine. He took a sip, seemed to be satisfied with the taste, and respectfully picked up the plate with both hands and handed it to him.

"It tastes good. There seems to be a sweetness in your blood. Let's take it as a tribute." Xu Zhenqing thought it was good and didn't care about the other party's feelings.

After the meal was finished, the maid cleaned up the mess on the floor. The two of them lay together in the bedroom, accepting each other's service. After dawn, without waiting for the other to get off, they left and went to the Vatican.

This time it was for revenge. Although Xu Zhenqing did not suffer any loss at that time, some ancestral artifacts still had to be taken back. As for the great unity of the earth, it was because the other party was too reactionary.

Watching the Vatican regain its vitality, Xu Zhenqing stepped into the mezzanine space. Unlike the time when he was afraid of the Divine Knight in Zhatian, now that they were both in the holy realm, killing him would be as easy as butchering a dog.

Xu Zhenqing strolled leisurely in the garden, as if he was not in the Western holy land, but in his own countryside. Of course, in his eyes, weren't these people leeks?

The pressure of the Holy Way was like a mountain, pressing down on the formation of the Holy City of the Vatican. It was as if the eternal blue sky was crushed. The formation began to crack and then collapsed.

(End of this chapter)