Just as the Blood Demon Ancestor was practicing hard and was in a mess, Jiang Yiran had already sneaked to the vicinity of the Blood Fortress.

Looking at this scarlet castle built under the snow-capped mountains and above the wild forest, Jiang Yiran immediately felt that he was right this time.

This charm is obviously the charm of ancient times. Even though it has undergone many transformations and has become the current Western architecture, its connotation remains unchanged.

Such buildings are very similar to those that Jiang Yiran saw in the ruins in front of them, and they all have a sense of vicissitudes of life polishing.

Feeling the bloody smell gradually spreading here, Jiang Yiran's body's instinctive resistance, this breath is a great tonic for the blood clan and is not friendly to the human race.

Jiang Yiran regretted not bringing Zhen Jiuhe here. There is obviously a treasure here that can greatly improve the strength of the blood clan.

However, Zhen Jiuhe had just entered the sixth grade and had an unstable foundation. If he improved again, he would probably stop here forever.

Jiang Yiran looked at the quiet gate of the castle and decided that it would be better to take advantage of the sunshine and test it out.

If the Blood Demon Ancestor couldn't wait to hit it out, he would turn around and leave.

But if it was really as I guessed, the Blood Demon Ancestor would never dare to take action easily. Instead, he would observe in the dark and even run away directly.

Jiang Yiran took out the witch god's wand and drifted into the Blood Fortress like a wind. The two blood clans guarding behind the gate only felt a breeze blowing.

Then after looking carefully, it was the wind stopped and the trees were quiet, without any trace.

After a fight, the two of them hid behind the door again. The sun had not yet set, so they, the low-level blood clans, dare not be shone.

After Jiang Yiran sneaked into the castle, he walked forward.

Although I met several blood clans who were in a hurry, I was just some little guys who were equivalent to third- and fourth-grade warriors, so I couldn't find Jiang Yiran.

As Jiang Yiran deepened, the bloody aura became stronger and stronger. Jiang Yiran felt a little uncomfortable with his physique.

No wonder they are not strict in defense against outsiders. If it were ordinary people, even fifth and sixth-grade warriors could not hold on when they reached the inner circumference of the castle.

In other words, Jiang Yiran practiced the Heart Sutra of the Human Emperor to have some resistance to these ubiquitous bloody smells.

When they sneaked into the inner encirclement, the number of blood clans gradually increased, and each room was full of people practicing.

From time to time, a blood clan would open the door and walk out. Some low-level blood clans would deliver various supplies to them, the most of which was blood.

I saw a blood clan who seemed to have some identity, wearing a gorgeous robe, holding a goblet, slowly drinking the blood in the cup.

He said to the blood maid in front of him: "Why is the blood of this ordinary human race that has no spiritual energy?

Is there no blood from warriors and cultivators?"

The maid said aggrievedly, "Sir! Recently, the ancestor told us not to go out frequently. The real strong men are in seclusion in the castle. Who can arrest those warriors and cultivators?"

"The ones we stocked have been sealed by the ancestors, and now only these blood can be supplied!"

The blood noble was very angry and whispered.

"Hmph! I wonder what's wrong with the ancestor?

Our branch in Africa has been annihilated, shouldn’t we take revenge?

Why are you still defending?”

"Does those people still dare to enter the Blood Fortress? Are they not afraid of being corroded to death by the sacred aura of my blood clan?"

The complaints of the noble, female.

The slave dared not respond. He said something about the ancestor, but there was no consequence, because this person was one of the descendants that the ancestor valued very much.

But she is a woman.

If a slave dares to take a word, he will be directly expelled and even punished, so he can only lower his head and let him complain.

Jiang Yiran was lurking nearby, and his eyes lit up when he heard the complaints of the blood clan.

In this blood clan's nest, it was the first time I heard someone dare to curse so loudly. It was obvious that he had a different relationship with the Blood Demon Ancestor.

Jiang Yiran found the initiator of the test, and turned into a breeze and drifted into the room of the blood clan.

After the man drank all the blood in the cup, he returned to the room with anger.

"Bang!"

The sound of the door automatically closing made Amur stand up in shock, looked at the closed door, and asked coldly.

“Who is it?

Get out of here!"

"..." Jiang Yiran continued to hide without saying a word, but Amur was looking around, but the room didn't look like he could hide people.

Amur was a little panicked. He was sure that the door was not closed by himself, nor that it was the wind. Then someone must be here! But when he searched around, he could not see any figure, which means that the person coming was much stronger than him! This guess made Amur's eyes even colder. Inside the Blood Fortress, someone could lurk in such a deep place, which must be a great plan.

I should notify the ancestor first. With the ancestor here, no matter how strong he is, he will not be able to get out of this blood fortress.

Unconsciously, a drop of blood appeared on the fingertips, flowing crystally, emitting abnormal fluctuations.

This is the blood demon power that can be cultivated by the ancient bloodline of the blood clan. It can connect with your blood relatives with your own blood, and it is difficult to block it.

Jiang Yiran hid his figure behind him. Seeing his movements, even though he didn't know his specific operation, he could guess that this guy had already informed him.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Jiang Yiran slapped him with his palm and slapped the blood clan who had reached the fifth level to death with his palm. Then he flew back and turned into a breeze and blew open the door.

At the core of the Blood Fortress, the Blood Demon Ancestor who was in seclusion suddenly felt his heart moving and felt that his descendants were calling him blood.

After a careful sense, it turned out to be Amur who was practicing hard in the blood fortress. He was in danger! The Blood Demon Ancestor understood in an instant that someone had sneaked into his lair, and he was a master who could make Amur have no power to resist.

Amur's realm is comparable to that of the fifth-grade realm, and his bloodline is ancient and noble, and he has practiced the ancient martial arts methods he passed down. No ordinary sixth-grade master will let him lose his power to resist.

So the one who sneaked in this time must be a master with seventh-grade combat power. Of course, it would not be an eighth-grade master. If it were eighth-grade masters, they would have hit him directly! After thinking about it, the Blood Demon Ancestor decided to wait and see.
Chapter completed!