Scarlet Anthem

All the way is unimpeded, and without spending any time, Yunya already took Mo Lan and stood in front of the Transmission Passage. Mo Lan, who had no legal identity, caused the alarm to sound repeatedly, but Yunya directly waved his hand to smash the alarm and returned to the blood world with Mo Lan.

You can do it, you can do it.

Mo Lan has been completely served. He didn’t know if Yunya was so impudent because she fulfilled her promise to herself, or she was so free and easy.

In the blink of an eye, he has been taken by Yunya to the wilderness altar mountain. At this time, the eight noble patriarchs on the periphery of the altar have gathered, and the wooden cage where Yin Tianling is located is in the center of the altar.

“The elder sister can only send you here. You have to go the rest of the way.” The sacrifice of the Son of Sin is the biggest event in the blood world in a century, set up to cherish the memory of the people who died in the war. Forcibly breaking into the ritual, it must be connected with the family.

Mo Lan nodded, has taken back the messy emotions affected by Yunya: “You have helped me get back here, and the agreement between me and Hongjin will be cleared.”

Yunya didn’t expect completely. After seeing the battle above, this half-blood little brother was able to make such a calm decision to push forward. For a while, he was even more curious: “Little brother, which family are you accident? Dare to drink me. The blood is not out of control, and you dare to trespass into the racial sacrifice. You are really extraordinary.”

Mo Lan’s eyes are serious, and he mobilizes the seeds to release the black gold bloodline that has been suppressed, and his eyes are fixed on the altar on the top of the mountain. Step forward.

“Black gold.”

He didn’t have to hide his identity, and since he came here, he didn’t intend to hide his identity anymore!

He is Mo Lan, black gold Mo Lan!

Yunya frowned. black gold? Is it the black gold she knows? ?

This hybrid is actually black gold Mo Lan? ?

If you don’t have vampire, you would make a joke with the black gold bloodline, there are only two people now! The lord Mo Yuan is sitting in the center of the high stand, so this little brother is the black gold Mo Lan!

No wonder, no wonder he is so courageous at a young age, that is the black gold clan that surpasses the eight high-ranking gold-inlaid nobles! The black gold Mo Lan “waste” is well known and is the laughing stock of the entire blood world.

But now it seems…

Yunya silently raised the corners of her mouth, isn’t the old man in the family always urging marriage? Now she found someone worthy of her.

Mo Lan’s breathing and heartbeat have all stopped. In the blood world, he naturally doesn’t need these.

“Stop! The wilderness altar, the idlers are waiting to push away!”

Yunya has retreated far away, Mo Lan is alone, facing the guards of the stands.

“I’m the black gold Mo Lan, I have something important to find the military leader.”

Mo Lan didn’t directly force him, he wanted to struggle again.

“Black gold?” The guard hesitated, he was just a sideline of the upper nobles, and the black gold was not something he could handle. I quickly contacted the leader above the altar via the walkie-talkie, and I don’t know if the leader asked the military leader for instructions, but the order was quickly issued:

The ceremony is about to begin, no one is allowed to approach.

Anyone.

hehe.

From beginning to end, to Mo Yuan, he was just a “anyone” that’s all.

Mo Lan gave a chuckle, and no longer looked at this side, but turned to Altar Mountain.

The altar mountain is not high, and it is only a hundred meters away from here, but the mountain is full of thorns and sharp barbs all the way.

Vampire, all can fly. Naturally no one will make a way on the altar mountain. But Mo Lan, he won’t.

Look up and look at the palpitating group of silhouettes on the high stands. The one in the middle is his biggest hope and the biggest shadow in the past century, making him feel a little breath. They are so nervous that they are trembling all over, his father.

“Is there a person there?”

In the stands, the young master of the orange and gold nobleman suddenly spoke.

Everyone’s eyes gathered under the altar mountain, Sultan Qing quickly turned his head and looked towards Mo Yuan, but Mo Yuan did not have a trace of superfluous expression.

He just sat there, wearing the black and red military uniform meticulously, and the long brim of the hat made it difficult to see his expression.

Mo Lan retracted his gaze, and did not entangle the high stand. Since he is here, he will not return empty-handed. Since you are standing here, you must move forward.

In the wilderness of the blood world, spiritual power cannot be used. Mo Lan, who can’t spread his wings, really has nothing to do. Looking down at the thorns in front of him, his left pupil little by little bleeding, Mo Lan raised his foot and stepped on it.

Since you refuse to give me a chance to speak well, then I will personally grab it and show it to you.

puci.

There was a small sound of spikes penetrating the feet, thick black ink rushing out, and the breath of ink blood quickly spread throughout the altar mountain.

“Is that… black gold?” A high-ranking nobleman yelled out of control. The distance was too far, and Mo Lan’s face might still be unrecognizable. But the breath of ink and blood, known to everyone.

The eyes of several patriarchs finally turned to Mo Yuan. After all, he was nodded in the matter of black gold. However, Mo Yuan still had cold eyes and said blankly, “Go out.”

Platinum noble patriarch Luo Qiante is the Chief-In-Charge of this festival, with an invisible sneer. Click, sound transmission to the military guards below. The guards responded, and the outermost group was just a group of ordinary soldiers from the lower nobles, all gathered towards Mo Lan.

In his eyes, these lower aristocrats are enough to deal with Mo Lan.

Mo Lan has already taken more than ten steps, the ink and blood scattered while being returned to his body by him. Although the wound can continue to heal, Mo Lan still faces deathly pale, because the pain of the feet being penetrated by the spikes will not be reduced by half.

It hurts, it hurts.

Is Mo Lan less painful?

“Stop! Who would dare to interfere with the Blood Realm Festival! Hurry back!”

Because the above command is to “retreat”, the soldiers below did not directly act. The breath of ink and blood filled them, and they were not stupid! Even if it is a waste, it is not caused by them.

Mo Lan raised his head with a self-deprecating smile, looking towards the guard who flew around him in a circle, bursting out his own bloodline breath, saying every word:

“Who allows You talk to me like this! I am going up the mountain, blocking, the road, and the death!”

The voice is as loud as a bell, every word, every word, the guards unconsciously retreat far away!

That kind of fear from the depths of the bloodline made them even lack the courage to stand in front of Mo Lan!

Is this still the waste that became the laughing stock of the race?

On the altar, Yin Tianling was also attracted by this sound, and his consciousness that had been numb to almost faint suddenly cleared. She held her cage tightly in disbelief, and her shackled wrists trembled slightly.

Lan Yang…It’s Lan Yang!

Why did he come here!

“Lan Yang!” Yin Tianling yelled out a little collapsed, and the heavy despair that almost choked her was suddenly split into a gap.

In this world, there are still people who have come forward for her.

That’s enough, isn’t it?

“Go back soon!!”

Mo Lan laughed when he heard Yin Tianling’s shout. You are so small and half a person, but your voice is quite loud: “Who is your Lan Yang. Listen well, my name is Mo Lan, black gold Mo Lan! Today, I will save you!”

All the high-levels of the blood world gathered here, a grand ceremony of thousands of people onlookers, Mo Lan was so arrogantly shouting, today, I will save you!

He didn’t know where his courage came from. Originally, he was only angry at Gu Beixi’s treachery, but he was just a pity at his big pan chicken. However, when he knew that he was the real Lanyang, he could no longer pretend to be!

The bloodline on his body is hot and flowing, and Mo Lan’s left pupil glows red.

Didn’t expect Mo Lan to be able to repel the guards with his breath. Although he is only a lower nobleman, it is already sufficient for Mo Lan, who has always been “0”. Mo Yuan suddenly wanted to give him a chance: “Mo Lan, retreat now, and forgive you.”

This is already Mo Yuan using power for personal gain. At this moment, Mo Lan forcibly enters the altar and threatens to Saving the offspring of war criminals is already a sin of betraying the race!

But Mo Lan, how could he retreat?

“Sorry, military leader.” Mo Lan slowly stood up straight, with unprecedented firmness, and lifted the head in front of his father for the first time: “This human being, I am going to make a decision. .”

Countless blood mist sprayed out from his ten fingertips, turning into black and red ribbons floating in the air. For hundreds of years, Mo Lan has been humbled for survival. He has never received a half-faced look, and has never wanted to compete for anything, but this time, he will never back down.

Betting on the bloodline of the black gold, he also has someone he wants to protect.

One step, one step, another step.

In the blink of an eye from a distance of tens of meters, Mo Lan’s feet have been difficult to recover quickly. This thorny mountain thorn carries a faint but severe poison, which makes the bloodline difficult to condense.

Mo Lan shook his feet and fell to the ground.

The sharp puncture immediately pierced his palm and knee, and more and more ink and blood flowed out. The blood color of Mo Lan’s pupils kept deepening, and the shallow crack in his right pupil also spread a little bit of bleeding red rays of light.

“Why, why do you come over.” In the cage, Yin Tianling was already crying: “I beg you to go, there are different ways between people and ghosts, why do you do this step for me.”

Mo Lan lifts the head with difficulty, but he shows a familiar smile: “Different routes, different routes, I’m here, you tell me about different routes?”

In the stands, Mo Lan’s silhouette is too small and embarrassed.

It seems that every time it appears in the public eye, the only descendant of this black gold nobleman is always so embarrassed.

Whether it was caught by political opponents a hundred years ago and bloodletted in public; or powerless in the adult appraisal four years ago, Mo Lan always seemed to be embarrassed in front of the crowd in a terrible way, and “waste” himself. The name is constantly confirmed.

Even Mo Yuan frowned slightly, and the one who was just born could not bear to disappear without a trace: “Take him away.” What occasion is this, how can this child run out at this time?

Is there any sense in him!

This time it was the Knight regiment that maintained the order of the ceremonies. The 30% level was the bottom line, and the 50% level was the universal mid-level and high-ranking nobles. Mo Lan is already close to the top of the mountain. This is a definite act of ignoring the law and disrupting order. No one can wash the ground for him.

The 50 members of the Knight regiment all shot, Mo Lan’s eyes condensed. However, before he could take a shot, a blue rays of light on the stands rushed out of the crowd and stood in front of Mo Lan before everyone had time to react.

Blue gold, Su Zimo.