Chapter 389: People Who Are Not My Race Have Different Hearts

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

This sentence is the truth forged with countless blood.

So Xue An has no compassion for these blood races.

The pure white flame turned into a sea of ​​flames and charged towards these blood races.

Except for Andre, the other blood races were all burned to ashes by the flames without even taking a breath.

Andre was also stained with a ray of flames, although he quickly used a lot of restored blood clan spells.

But the flame was like a tarsal maggot, directly burning through the bloody light of his body protection, and began to spread rapidly.

Andre was so frightened that the souls of the dead trembled, and he threw out a piece of pale golden parchment.

"My father save me!"

boom!

A majestic aura appeared between the sky and the earth, and a vampire phantom with five pairs of golden wings behind it appeared in midair.

This is Andre's life-saving trick.

A secret text that can summon phantoms at the level of blood princes.

Although it was just a phantom, Quintina, Serena and the others retreated one after another due to the powerful momentum.

Andre grinned grimly, "You despicable human being, you actually possess the flame of light. For this alone, I will tear you to pieces! Die!"

Saying that, the phantom of the blood prince flapped its wings, and appeared in front of Xue An in an instant.

The speed is as fast as traveling through time and space.

Then the wings of the phantom closed, and countless bloody lights enveloped Xue An in it.

"My lord!" Quentina exclaimed.

Serena let out a sigh of relief.

Just die!

As long as this man is dead, the soul in his body will be released.

But at this moment,

The phantom of the powerful blood prince exploded with a bang.

Countless bloody fragments were directly roasted into nothingness by the pure white flames.

And Xue An walked slowly from the middle, and smiled at the dumbfounded Andre, "Unfortunately, it's just a phantom, otherwise we could condense blood beads!"

Andre trembled all over, turned around and wanted to run.

But Xue An held his palms empty, and said lightly: "Ning!"

Andre felt that all the space around him suddenly became extremely hard, unable to move at all.

"No... my father is a member of the Blood Race, if you dare to kill me! He will not let you go!"

Andre looked at Xue An who was slowly approaching, and shouted in extreme horror.

Xue An shook his head, his eyes sparkled, "What I wish is precisely that your father can come to me!"

Saying that, endless flames swallowed Andre, and burned him into nothingness in the blink of an eye, and a blood bead appeared in Xue An's hand.

Another marquis blood bead.

Xue An didn't even look at it, and threw it directly to Quintina, then turned to look at Serena.

Seeing Xue An's indifferent gaze, Serena was so frightened that her entire body turned cold.

"You...you kill me!"

Serena is not afraid of death, what she is afraid of is Xue An's endless tricks like devils.

Xue An smiled lightly, "It seems that I made a mistake, your soul is still not firm enough to recognize the Lord."

"No, please kill me, I..." Serena was terrified.

With a flick of Xue An's fingers, a light spot floated out of Serena's forehead, and flew directly into Benedict's mind.

A blank look appeared on Serena's face for an instant, and then gradually returned to normal.

Then he knelt down respectfully towards Benedict, gently kissed Benedict's shoes, and said respectfully: "Master!"

There is no previous arrogance and rebelliousness in the words.

And in the blood mountain.

Andrew, the blood prince, suddenly trembled all over, and a horrified blood light appeared in his eyes.

"My lord, what made you so angry?" The butler came up and asked softly.

Andrew's expression fluctuated, "Someone killed my descendant Andre!"

"My lord, please calm down. Could it be that he is a member of the Church of Light?" the steward asked.

"I don't know, but recently there have been accidents among the blood clans. When the council is held on the night of the full moon, I must explain this to the speakers!" Andre said in a deep voice.

London.

Gary stood in front of the hotel window, overlooking the brightly lit city, and sighed helplessly.

"It's such a headache city! It's intricate and filthy at the same time!"

Alonso agrees with this.

In fact, from the Middle Ages.

The city of London is the main battlefield where light and darkness compete.

No force can really control it.

The only thing that can be done is to maintain a delicate balance.

Therefore, compared to other cities with strong light forces, in London, the identity of Gary, the cardinal archbishop, does not seem to be so useful.

"Let's check slowly first!" Gary said.

"Good!" Alonso replied.

European town.

"Curse!" Fan Mengxue yelled.

A gray light flew out from Fan Mengxue's palm.

Clap clap!

Anastasia clapped her hands and walked over with a full face of admiration.

"Mengxue, your talent is indeed the strongest I have ever seen! In just a few days, you can already use intermediate witchcraft like curse!"

Fan Mengxue was a little embarrassed, "I think...these dark witchcraft seem to be very obedient!"

Anastasia giggled coquettishly, "That's because your talent is so powerful! If you were an ordinary person, it would take you several years just to communicate with the darkness! You may not even be able to do it in your entire life."

The two are talking in the room.

Han Yao walked in, her face was full of anger.

"Mengxue, that old guy from the Film Association insists on letting you go there in person! I think he must have good intentions!"

Han Yao didn't look at Anastasia who was sitting on the sofa the whole time, as if she didn't exist at all.

"Mengxue, at worst we don't want this award, and don't let this old guy take advantage of it!" Han Yao's lingering anger still persisted.

Fan Mengxue nodded, "Okay, I understand! Sister Yao, I will pay attention."

After Han Yao left.

Anastasia smiled faintly, "Your manager is very sincere to you!"

She just used dark witchcraft, and Han Yao couldn't see her at all.

Fan Mengxue smiled wryly, "Sister Yao is really nice to me!"

Anastasia said indifferently: "You seem to be very worried about this matter?"

Fan Mengxue bowed her head and remained silent.

"Remember, you are now a witch walking in the dark, do you need me to teach you how to deal with these evil men?" Anastasia showed a stern look on her face. color.

Fan Mengxue hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Miss Fan, I would like to express my most sincere compliments to your directing talent and acting talent!" A middle-aged man with a big belly said with an exaggerated expression on his face.

Fan Mengxue smiled, then considered her tone, and said in the most formal tone possible: "Master President, I would like to ask about my award-winning movie..."

The man laughed, "Miss Fan's film deserves the award, but..."

"You have to give something!"