Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

At the same time Jiang Tianfei entered the castle, Qiangwei Castle was one kilometer away.

"'Iron Curtain' killer group, why are you here?"

A black mage wearing a red cloak stood on the top of a tree and asked curiously when he saw a few black shadows flashing towards him.

"Come and see a good show, a once-in-a-lifetime battle!"

The leader of the Iron Curtain arrived in the blink of an eye, found a position with a good view, and said with a smile:

"Jiang Taichu will definitely come here! Who doesn't know that behind the Luo family is the French blood god Martel!"

The killer groups of the Iron Curtain rank among the top ten in the world, and France is also one of the best.

But at this moment, he was as excited as a three-year-old kid who got lucky money.

With a glance, he realized that they had come to the right place: "Hehe, it really didn't come in vain, there are really too many people!"

At this time, around Rose Castle, almost half of Europe, dozens of powerhouses from the dark world gathered.

Some of them hid in abandoned villas, some hid in deep bushes, and some hid in the canopy of trees, observing with binoculars, whispering to each other.

"Iron Curtain, your information is not bad! That's right, Jiang Taichu has indeed entered!" The black magician laughed.

"Who do you think will win?" Everyone talked for a while, and suddenly, a strong man asked.

"That may not be true. Jiang Taichu is very strong, but when Battelle appeared just now, he was so powerful!" A strong man exclaimed with unease.

This person is a European fighting master who has killed many polar bears with his bare hands in Norway.

"I think Jiang Taichu has a better chance of winning! He killed Zeus!"

A trace of fear flashed across the black mage's face, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Not necessarily!"

The head of the Iron Curtain flashed a deep look, and shook his head slightly.

"Why do you think so?" A strong man asked.

"Because Martel also killed the older generation of Zeus, his strength is no worse than Jiang Taichu, right?"

An alchemist in metal armor hugged his shoulders and smiled triumphantly.

"No! Because, Dracula will definitely come too!"

The leader of the Iron Curtain spoke calmly.

"What? He's coming too? I'm afraid Jiang Taichu is really in danger!"

A strong man exclaimed.

The leader of the Iron Curtain wanted to say something more.

Suddenly, he raised his head sharply, his eyes looked into the distance, his expression changed slightly, and he said in shock:

"See, bloody light! It should be him!"

"Dracula really came?"

Everyone's complexion changed wildly, and they all turned their heads.

I saw a few bright blood lights flying from a distance, extremely fast, hundreds of meters in an instant.

A few streaks of blood also spotted them, and paused slightly in the air.

But without any indication, he speeded up and flew directly towards Rose Castle.

...

"Martel, don't worry!"

Just when Martel was about to attack Jiang Tian.

Suddenly, several figures appeared in the hall out of thin air.

The leader is a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a black woolen top hat, a half lens on the bridge of his nose, a tuxedo, a snow-white shirt, a black high-necked cape lined with red, and a black civilized stick.

His beard is neatly groomed, and his curly golden hair is naturally loose, giving people a romantic and yuppie look.

But judging by the surging blood all over his body, it was extremely viscous, as if it was real, and his strength was undoubtedly stronger than Battelle's.

Behind him, there are three hot, sexy and enchanting women in tulle, coquettish and charming.

These three female vampires are walking, twisting their waists and swinging their hips, the waves are rippling, and their eyes are like silk.

All I could see was Raymond, James and the others.

"Honorable Duke Dracula, you have worked hard all the way!"

Seeing them coming, Battelle changed his previous arrogant attitude, showed ecstasy, and stood up to greet them respectfully.

With one hand behind his back, he took his palm and kissed it with the other, and bowed politely towards this old gentleman-like middle-aged man.

"Yes, I received your summons and rushed over from Romania immediately!" Dracula smiled.

When everyone heard the words, they looked at each other in blank dismay, all shocked and revered for a while.

It took only twenty minutes for them to come to the castle to summon Battelle, and it must take less than ten minutes for Battelle to call him over again.

But in less than ten minutes, Dracula traveled across three small countries to Paris.

This speed is even faster than a supersonic fighter!

Is this still human?

That is the real god!

"Battle, don't worry, can I talk to him first?"

Duke Dracula turned his head leisurely and looked at Jiang Tian with a smile.

"Of course, you're welcome!" Battelle said respectfully.

"Respected Your Excellency Jiang Taichu, in Lower Romania, Duke Dracula!"

Dracula was personable, like an old gentleman, bowed politely, then straightened his waist and said:

"In fact, I have heard of you a long time ago, and I admire you very much. You can even surpass Ye Tianren back then!"

"I think we belong to the same camp. If you want, you might as well join the blood clan and hand Sodonia over to the blood clan for management. How about we subvert the existing order together?"

"Why give it to you? Who are you?" Jiang Tian dismissed it.

"If you don't agree, then I will seek justice for the Rothschild family..."

Dracula's face suddenly turned cold, and then he shrugged gracefully: "Maybe I don't have the confidence to kill you, but your family—"

"You are looking for death!" Jiang Tian's eyes turned cold.

"I think you are looking for death!"

Dracula's eyes suddenly turned cold, he sneered and roared:

"Two duke-level bloodlines, three marquis-level bloodlines! Even if Ye Tianren is here, he wouldn't dare to provoke him!"

"Okay, Dracula, you touched my bottom line!"

Jiang Tian flicked his sleeves, his eyes were extremely cold and cold, and he said murderously:

"Slow down, you're just a dirty, ugly vampire, a dead bat that can't see the light!"

"Even the speakers of the Dark Council, the powerhouses of the Holy See, and even the gods and Buddhas in the sky, I will kill you too!"

Since his rebirth, Jiang Tian cared most about his family.

He can give up money, wealth, authority and status, but he will never allow anyone to hurt his family in the slightest.

But Dracula, an old guy, dared to threaten him with his family, that was touching his inverse scales.

Then kill without mercy!

Then he must die!

"Presumptuous, how dare you talk to the blood gods like this?"

Raymond took a step forward arrogantly and shouted violently.

He seemed a little more courageous now.

Originally, he thought that Jiang Taichu must be as tall as a mountain with three heads and six arms like the gods in Chinese mythology.

But looking at it now, it's just mediocre, just like me, an ordinary person.

And the arrival of the two strong blood clans also made him more confident. How could he be the opponent of the French blood god and Dracula!

"Noisy!"

How could Jiang Tian be polite to him, his face turned cold, and he slapped his head with a slap.

Snapped! loudly.

Bone shattered, steaming brains and blood poured out like a tide, and the headless corpse flew several meters away.

Aizi Nathan, Raymond, one of the intended successors of the Rothschild family, died unexpectedly.

Everyone shuddered with blood and brains splashed all over their faces.

"Oh, brother is dead! Lord Blood God, avenge my brother quickly."

Anna Lian was so frightened that her face turned pale and she screamed.

She ran behind Battelle, took the opportunity to hug his arm, and rubbed her big breasts against his arm.

"Jiang Taichu, you are so ruthless!"

James' face was livid, and his eyes spewed fire angrily, as if he was going to burn Jiang Tian to ashes.

"Son! My poor son!"

Nathan picked up his son's headless body, crying and fell to the ground.

He didn't expect Jiang Tian to be so ruthless that he would kill Lei Meng at the slightest disagreement.

Compared with the other two children, he actually doesn't like Raymond very much.

This kid is domineering, lustful, knows no advances and retreats, and his talents in business and politics are average.

But no matter what, he is his own flesh and blood, connected by blood, and the love between father and son is constantly parted.

At this moment, when the white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, his heart ached like a knife!

The atmosphere in the hall was instantly cold and solemn.

Everybody knows.

Jiang Tian killed the blood slave who supported him in front of Battelle, Dracula and Battelle must do it.

"Jiang Taichu, you are too much, you have no idea what kind of powerful existence you are facing!"

Seeing this scene, Battelle was so angry that his face was livid, he slapped the armrest of the chair, and his figure turned into a stream of blood, rushing to the courtyard and standing in the air.

"Ant, I should tell you this sentence!"

Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully.

"Come out! Let's have a good fight!"

Battelle stood in the void, his face suddenly ferocious, his long fangs protruded, and a fierce breath burst into the sky.

"as you wish!"

Jiang Tian walked out of the hall slowly, climbing to the sky step by step.

He is very leisurely, but it gives people a sense of invincibility.

In the cultivation universe, anyone who dares to stand in the way of Jiang Tian will be killed without mercy.

On Earth, he was even more unceremonious.

...

"Don't do it yet!"

"I'm so anxious!"

"Martel and Dracula join forces to fight against Jiang Taichu. It is definitely a battle of the strongest in Europe. These are all existences beyond the saints!"

In the dense forest outside the castle, many strong men from the dark world scratched their heads and scratched their heads in a hurry.

"Why don't we go in and have a look!" the alchemist suggested.

"That's not allowed. It's too dangerous! When the saints fight, it will destroy the world!" The leader of the Iron Curtain organization shook his head again and again, with a very fearful expression on his face.

"It's coming! Martel is coming out! Jiang Taichu is also coming out!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Look! It's really them!"

Suddenly, the noisy voice disappeared without a trace.

Everyone looked up at the sky above the castle, held their breath, and stared intently. Their eyes were very excited, but they didn't even blink.

...

"Okay, you do have some skills, but tonight, on the night of the full moon, the stars are shining, it is a good time to kill you!"

In the sky, Battelle snorted coldly, and immediately took the lead.

The blood energy visible to the naked eye quickly condensed between his fingers and palms, and strands of dazzling blood light turned into red scales.

In the end, it condensed into a dragon about 50 meters long.

Surrounded by this bloody evil dragon, it opened its teeth and claws, spewed fire from its mouth, and roared again and again, making Battelle even more powerful.