The bloody battlefield is still in everyone's mind.

The wounded Tianyu and the countless falling corpses.

"So that person just now was the Ming Taizu?"

Someone said in shock.

"Did the Emperor of Ming Dynasty? Everyone called him King of Wu at that time."

Ji Man's words were filled with memories. The golden light between his eyes had disappeared, and he sat cross-legged under the ancient tree.

If it weren't for the supreme and unevenness, it would be like an ordinary scholar of the Ming Dynasty.

"But who is that person in heaven?"

This sentence asked everyone’s thoughts.

Everyone knows the Ming Taizu, but who is the one who fought with the Ming Taizu?

Is Chen Youliang?

This is the old enemy of the Ming Taizu in history.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang, the two men fighting for hegemony, can be called the most special couple in the history of ancient China's struggle for the world.

They are all examples of "being a farmer in the morning and climbing to the emperor's hall in the evening".

Whether it is identity, growth experience, or personality, temper, and behavioral routines, the similarity is far greater than that of the same brothers. If it weren't for the circulating portraits, they would be suspected to be twins.

"Chen Youliang? But the fox is pretending to be a tiger, and it cannot be on the table at all."

In Ji Man's words, it seemed that Chen Youliang looked down on him very much.

"That is the tiger behind Chen Youliang, and it is also your future enemy. A group of people who regard themselves as gods. The world's power was the only way to stop them. After the heavens and the king of Wu had already made arrangements. It was just a counterattack when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was revived. However, things in the world were impermanent. Who would have thought that this perfect situation that had been calculated would be ruined in his own hands."

Ji Man shook his head as if he was regretting the good situation at that time.

But the people who were upside down on the ground were confused.

This is completely different from what is said in history. Who is behind Chen Youliang?

Who was the man in the gorgeous clothes on that day?

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is already reviving, and they will be back soon."

After Ji Man sighed, he raised his head and looked at everyone.

"But you are too weak to not even have some decent resistance."

Ji Man's tone was full of regret.

He was like a predecessor who saw his younger generations having no future and was angry at him for not fighting.

Someone who fell all over the ground argued:

"But we just had just practiced for less than ten years."

"Ha ha……"

Ji Man suddenly laughed, and waved his sleeve with a big right hand.

The invisible air waves rolled.

The man who just spoke was directly lifted out and hit the rock hard.

He suddenly squirted out a mouthful of blood.

The extremely slow sound rang out faintly.

"If I were the enemy, you were dead, and there were more than one person who was stronger than me. The enemy would not hold back because of your weakness. War was crueler than you thought."

Ji Man sat cross-legged under the ancient tree, and he seemed to be just trying to make an explanation.

This made everyone feel cold.

"I will preach to you in the next three days. There must be people from the current dynasty among you. At this time, you need to contact all directions and combine the power of the world to resist this disaster. This will be left to you."

...

At this time, in a cave in Europe, Dracula, wearing a cloak, stood in front of a huge cross.

It is wet and dark, and there are various mosses around the mountain walls. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Dracula closed her eyes and sensed the flowing holy light and the breath of darkness in the void.

It took him a long time to slowly open his eyes.

"Earl, is it here?"

Next to Dracula were six fully armed white men, one of whom asked excitedly.

Dracula nodded gently and said:

"Yes, didn't you say you wanted to show me the power of modern technology?"

These people around Dracula are crazy vampires, and they even maintain the habit of vampires drinking human blood.

What a ridiculous thing.

Is there so many people who are following the darkness now?

As a medieval grand duke, Dracula suddenly fell in love with this world a little.

“Yes, I’m very willing to serve you if you need it.”

The white guy smiled excitedly.

While he was smiling, he could also see the fangs in his mouth.

This was specially hired by him to install it in order to make himself look more like a vampire.

Dracula smiled. Although these people around him lack the breath of a real blood clan, it has to be said that the bodies of these people are already the souls of the blood clan.

"Did you see that stone cross?"

Dracula headed towards the huge cross in the cave.

"Destroy it, as a reward, one of you will be transformed into a vampire by me."

"Really?"

The white man carrying a single bazooka on his shoulder said excitedly.

He didn't seem to expect happiness to come so suddenly.

"Of course, the noble blood clan disdains lies."

Dracula really needs several descendants, on the one hand, to attract the attention of the Holy See, and on the other hand, to cause some trouble for the Holy See.

"Okay, the noble Count of the Blood Clan, let me show you the crystallization of wisdom of modern humans. Please let me go a little further."

As Dracula retreated, the white guy knelt on one knee and adjusted the single-soldier bazooka on his shoulder.

With a "swoosh", the rocket hit the cross made of stone hard.

"Boom!"

The gravel flew everywhere in an instant.

The huge eyes below the ground opened, which were green and hungry eyes.

"Click!Click..."

The stone ground in the cave began to shatter and the earth began to rise continuously.

The sound of the evil wolf's roar came from the underground.

"Bang!"

The ground finally bulged to its extreme.

In an instant, huge black shadows jumped out from under the ground.

Nothing could be hidden in the raised dust of the pair of hungry eyes.

They rushed towards the white people in the venue.

But at the moment they approached the whites.

Dracula moved.

The former first knight of the Holy See, now the Dark Earl of the Blood Clan.

Turned into a black bat smoke.

He knocked away the figure that rushed over.

Finally, a pair of fair hands pressed on a huge wolf's head.

"This is my person, so you can't eat it."

"Vlad?"

The giant wolf seemed to have seen something incredible.
To be continued...