The blood-red light on the bodies of those few Blood Clan powerhouses was also like a candle flame swaying in the wind in the huge storm generated by the explosion, extremely weak.

And then the half-breath is less than time, boom boom boom......

These well-dressed and elegant vampires were also blown out of the cell.

Only the fully transformed werewolf marquis, their muscles as if they were bursting, their faces flushed, and they were panting, barely resisting the aftermath of the powerful explosion.

After a few breaths, the explosion generated by the red energy mass in Song Jin's body finally stopped, and the entire cell was in tatters and full of smoke and dust.

But Song Jin's body seemed to be covered by a layer of invisible energy, and the terrifying explosion seemed to have nothing to do with her, she was still in a coma, her eyes were closed, but her original pale face was now covered with a faint layer of redness.

"Ahem......"

Bradlick, who was lying on his body, slowly walked in from the big hole, although the burst of red energy just now was terrifying, it was not stimulated by Song Jin himself, but passively stimulated, and the destruction of pure materiality was not powerful.

Although Bradlik looked old, he was already a strong man who had entered the high-level mage rank, and he had already prepared for it just now, arranging several powerful defensive spells, so he looked embarrassed just now, but in fact he didn't suffer any damage.

A few seconds later, the few Blood Clan powerhouses who had been blasted out also walked in one after another, they looked even more embarrassed compared to the black-robed mage, their originally straight tuxedos became full of wrinkles, and their handsome faces were blue and white.

"Hahaha......"

Seeing that these blood clans were so embarrassed, the werewolf marquis who had just lifted the transformation laughed unceremoniously, although the flesh of the blood clan was also strong, but it could not be compared with the werewolves, although their bloodline spells were aggressive, but the defensive was far inferior to the dark mage, of course, the killing move of the blood ban could not be counted among them.

The head of the blood clan marquis's face was gloomy, his body was full of momentum, and his eyes looking at the werewolves were full of murderous intent, but those stout werewolf powerhouses still looked unhappy with the disdain you came to beat me.

The werewolves and the blood race have hated each other for thousands of years, and their grudges against each other are too deep, although they are all in the same trench at this time, they will naturally not miss the opportunity to taunt each other.

It's just that both sides know each other, and at most, they will fight and mock each other, and they won't really fight.

And after a while, there was silence, and everyone looked at Song Jin, who was sitting peacefully in the middle of the cell, with a complicated expression on his face, and he couldn't imagine that even Bradlik, who was the strongest in the dark meeting, could not do anything.

And now Song Jin has become a hedgehog, and he can't fight at all, who knows if the weird xenomorph energy group will suddenly explode again, maybe his luck will not be so good next time, the previous Marquis of the Blood Clan who was seriously injured by the red energy counterattack Everyone has witnessed it with their own eyes.

"I guess I can only go and ask for His Excellency Hogan to get what I need from this woman......"

Bradrick spoke suddenly.

His Excellency Hogan in his mouth is one of the real giants in the Dark Council, and he has cultivated dark magic to the level of a magister, which is equivalent to the existence of a powerhouse in the Huaxia cultivation world.

He is also Bradlick's mentor, an old monster who has survived the medieval era, and an absolute authority on mind control, and legend has it that this terrifying mage, once used instantaneous spells, to control hundreds of warriors to serve him, so powerful that it is outrageous.

"That's all there is to it!"

The blood clan and werewolves, who were still glaring at each other, were silent, and then whispered at the same time.

……

Gu Qingyan was in London at the beginning, although he didn't come for a few years, but a city like London is different from Huaxia, which is under crazy construction, and many buildings may not change for decades, so many appearances have basically not changed.

At the time of taking a taxi, this true disciple of Tingyulou had already changed his face and dress again, originally he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, like a rich boy, but now he is a little tattered denim outfit, dyed white hair, and a few more earrings, full of punk flavor.

Not to mention that Bai Junyi can't recognize it, it is estimated that Gu Qingyan will not believe it when he sees it with his own eyes when he sees it in the Listening Rain Tower.

"67 Garden Street, Nightingale Bar!"

Gu Qingyan snapped his fingers casually, and spoke in an extremely fluent Oxford accent.

For London, the place where the dark conference in Europe is most powerful, Gu Qingyan is much more familiar than Bai Junyi, and the bar he chose is the favorite place for the middle and lower class blood clans in London's West End, and it was here that he provoked the blood clan master who let him escape thousands of miles.

In less than half an hour, we arrived at Garden Street, which was late at night, and only a few hurried passers-by could be seen occasionally walking along the wide street.

Compared to other bars on this street, the nightingale is a little quieter, Gu Qingyan pushed open the door and whistled gently, after all these years, the furnishings of the tavern have basically not changed.

In the hundreds of square meters of tavern, there are more than a dozen customers sparsely seated, and behind the bar counter that is nearly one person high, a middle-aged bartender in a tuxedo is casually wiping his wine glass.

Seeing Gu Qingyan come in, the bartender glanced up, and couldn't help frowning slightly, according to Gu Qingyan's dress, if he appeared in a noisy jazz nightclub, it would be very normal, but in a quiet old-fashioned quiet bar like Nightingale, it would be very weird.

"A glass of Manhattan!"

Gu Qingyan casually walked to the bar, didn't wait for the middle-aged bartender to speak, and directly handed over a twenty-pound bill.

He knew that this well-dressed bartender, with his hair combed, was a viscount of the blood clan, although his cultivation was not too high, but he was a very capable descendant of the Giovanni family, and in the bar where Nightingale, which can be said to be a gathering place for the blood clan, he was not only a bartender, but also the person in charge.

Les Giovanni's dark brown eyes stared at Gu Qingyan for a few seconds before lowering his head and mixing his wine.

Gu Qingyan's fingers lightly tapped on the table of the bar, but his divine thoughts had quietly spread out, although he was inferior to Bai Junyi in terms of combat power, but in terms of the use of various divine thoughts and true qi, he was the perfect captain of Bai.

The tidal wave of divine thoughts quietly spread throughout the nightingale bar, and with the ability of the blood clan, even the powerhouses of the marquis rank could hardly sense this subtle divine thought.

After a while, the situation in the Nightingale Bar was already in Gu Qingyan's mind, in addition to the boss Les, there were three barons, five blood slaves, two viscounts, two earls, and even a blood clan powerhouse who was about to enter the rank of marquis.