The sky, the white clouds flutter, the black air rolled on the ground, and the forest in Dracula's ancient castle spreads around like ripples.』Ω

Van Helsing looked straight at the figure in the air, with a slight shock on his face. At this time, the soil under Dismusk's feet suddenly loosened, forming a square deep pit, which was as deep as dozens of meters. It could be vaguely heard. The low roar inside was flashing with countless red dots in the dark.

Dismusk, floating in the air, had a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the roar of dozens of werewolfs in the deep pit under his feet. A light hum came from his nostrils. He turned his head slightly, and Yu Guang deliberately or unintentionally glanced at the figure behind him.

Then, the blue sky shone with the sky and the earth, and a huge pillar of light penetrated through the sea of ​​clouds, sweeping through the endless darkness in the pit. Under the rendering of the light at that moment, the wolf roar disappeared.

After a while, the old and gloomy wooden door in front of me came out with a "creak". Dracula Castle completely opened the door for the two guests in front of me, revealing the endless darkness inside. The door was deep and bottomless, like an endless black hole, wanting to return to the dark world again.

Dismusk's eyes froze, and he watched for a little while, trying to see what happened in the darkness, and finally fell down and walked forward slowly.

Behind him, Van Hessing looked at the group of wolves with only bones left in the deep pit. His face was indifferent, his eyes twitched slightly, hesitated for a moment, and hesitated slowly. The figures of the two gradually merged into the darkness, shaking forward in the deep and dark place, slowly disappeared without a trace.

In the darkness, there was a gust of wind, and the castle was gloomy and ancient, as if there was no resurrection, and no one had ever been here. All that was left was tranquility, and a little inexplicable roar was mixed with, which seemed even more strange and even more graceful.

A slight sound of footsteps sounded in the castle, and a little bit of faint blue flashed out. Behind the fire was the figures of Dismusk and Van Helsing.

The two of them had walked for a long time. The strange castle entrance seemed to have no end, and the dark and wet road was winding, as if it was endlessly extended forward. The flames burning in Dismusk's hand could only illuminate a few meters away, and the surroundings were still pitch black. Under the dark blue light, the white bones on the ground were clearly visible.

As the road extended, in the dark, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at the two of them, looking at the lead of the faint green light ahead. For some reason, Van Helsing's breathing behind him became a little heavy, and he seemed a little irritable and uneasy.

Dismusk's steps suddenly stopped, and Van Helsing behind him suddenly stopped, both on guard, staring at the figure ahead, and whispered, "Sir Dismusk, what has appeared?"

Listening to Van Helsing's voice, he was trembling and hoarse. What was he thinking? Dismusk's brows frowned even more. He just said lightly, "Mr. Bishop, are you confused?"

After hearing this, Fan Hessing laughed dryly, then took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mentality, and his breathing became stable. Looking at the faint green light not far ahead, he followed again.

The two of them stopped again after walking a few steps. Under the dim light, they could vaguely see that there seemed to be a corner ahead.

The darkness over there was even more melancholy. The blue light could not shine on the situation, as if it had touched an invisible wall, which was instantly standing in front of you. Just as the two of them stood intently and stopped, the thick darkness suddenly flashed two green lights, like a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for a long time, opening its soul-devouring eyes to apply some blood-red charm to this dark and monotonous world.

"Boom!"

A loud bang came suddenly from the place where the two stood. Their figures moved slightly and had already flashed several meters away. The giant beast with green eyes flashed in the dark night roared a low roar, crossing the corner like a sea of ​​sea, and rushed towards him. It was a good time. When the two of them had just landed but had not fallen, their sharp teeth flashing with the strong wind.

In the darkness, the strong wind blew, and a blue light shone brightly, covering Dismusk's entire body. He stood alone in the endless darkness, like a small boat in the sea of ​​waves, and was still motionless. Then the dazzling light from the blue light, a giant wolf beast with three or four times the size of an ordinary werewolf clearly reflected into Dismusk's pupils. He found that the giant wolf full of viciousness was the only target of attacking him, but Van Helsing did not know where it flashed, as if it was integrated with the darkness and had never appeared.

The flames originally lingered in Dismusk's right hand burst out with a strong heat. Facing the two sharp cold lights, they directly inserted into the endless darkness in the middle. With a puff, the blue light disappeared, leaving only two rays of darkness and light, followed by a painful roar, and the green light gradually became dim.

I thought everything would return to darkness, but the next moment, a "punch" sound came from the flames that inserted into darkness. The blue fireworks and faint green light burst out with strong energy. With the unknown sound of falling to the ground, the flames flashed with extremely dazzling light. For a moment, they returned to the embrace of light in the darkness, and things around them were clearly visible.

It turned out that the ghost Cangyan in Dismusk's hand was inserted directly into its belly from the mouth of the giant wolf. The bursting flames directly burned the vicious beast's internal organs, leaving only the huge wolf head still telling the existence of life.

Under the dazzling blue light, the culprit who attacked them from the ground also revealed its true form. It was actually a huge vampire bat. Looking at the flashing red eyes, Dismusk knew that Dracula was not far away, and Van Helsing, who was hiding his figure in the dark, also appeared not far behind him.

The huge bat breaking through the ground was stunned for a moment by the blue blue flashing, and then it screamed as if it was greatly stimulated. A pair of red lights were blew up, and two huge wings swelled up with force. A strong wind blew up and a bloody rain was about to come.

The light flashed and disappeared, and darkness came again. Dismusk only felt a sudden gust of wind in his ear. He knew that the beast's target was him again. He snorted coldly, and a trace of anger appeared in his heart. The beast's repeated provocations, which aroused the hostility deep in his heart.

He roared, his voice shook all over the world, the ancient stone walls buzzed, and his roar echoed in the long tunnel, and the huge bat that was rushing towards him was shocked by the roar, and his body was stuck, two pairs of huge bloody eyes were barely staying in front of Dismusk.

A strange arc was drawn from the corner of Dismusk's mouth. He hadn't seen bright red blood for a long time. His hands, which were flashing blue, grabbed the wings of the bloodthirsty bat in front of him. The corpse gas covering his hands saw fresh flesh and blood, and made a "sizzling" sound.

The bat's flesh and blood body was eroded by the accumulated corpse gas and screamed in pain. His body swayed wildly from left to right, trying to get rid of Dismusk's control, but his shoulders were like two giant clamps, and they didn't move at all.

The next moment, the hands with blue force suddenly exerted a bloody red, the bat's screams came to an abrupt end, and the bloody red eyes gradually lost their luster.

Seeing the figure in front of him tear the giant bat into two halves, under the faint green light, it was blood red. Even though he was knowledgeable and baptized by countless life and death battles, Fan Helsing couldn't help but shake his body, and his eyes were straight at the figure that seemed to be walking out of the Shura Field.

Dismusk clapped his hands as if nothing had happened, scattered the dirt in his hand and burned it all out, and then said without any emotion, "Let's go, Dracula is right in front."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Van Helsing to reply and walked straight to the corner. Van Helsing behind him wandered for a moment, clenched his fists, and finally seemed to have thought of something, and he followed.

There is no way out when the mountains are heavy, and there is another village when the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

When the two of them turned around the corner, they seemed to have crossed the boundaries of the world and came from the dark place to the light. In front of them was a huge palace, magnificent, with sparkling fire, carved railings and jade, graceful and grand.

At the end of the red carpet of the corridor, under the Black Iron Throne, a man in black sat there quietly, with his pale face, protruding tiger teeth, and his faint sad eyes, scattered invisible charm at all times.
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