Chapter 27 Going to the Ancestral House

Chapter 27 Going to the Ancestral House

The Qi and blood tide was rising one after another. Jiang Mingyang used the skills taught by Duan Qing to train his body meticulously.

A large amount of impurities were discharged from the body, and the muscles and bones were strengthened over and over again.

Until it could no longer absorb the power of Qi and blood, the huge Qi and blood value rushed into the blood frantically.

The blood that had just completed the transformation was like a thirsty sponge, absorbing the power of Qi and blood without satisfaction.

Until the Qi and blood tide stopped, the transformation lasted for more than an hour.

The originally dark red blood, after a large amount of Qi and blood power was integrated, actually showed a crystal clear ruby ​​color, like a liquid gem flowing in the blood vessels.

"Oh my god, it's like a reborn.

Thinking, muscles, bones, blood have completely transformed, and even warriors have exclusive combat skills. The system is so awesome!"

Jiang Mingyang wiped the dirt on his body and looked at the attribute interface in admiration.

Name: Jiang Mingyang.

Qi and blood value: 83.

Spirit value: 60.

Resource value: 492.

Grade: Quasi-warrior.

Combat skill: Burning Blood.

Note: After detonating the power of igniting blood and qi, you can temporarily obtain a low-level hegemony effect, weakening pain perception by 20%, and improving it by 20% in all aspects.

The longer the duration of burning blood, the greater the damage to yourself. Extreme use will cause blood and qi exhaustion.

For each level of burning blood, the upper limit of blood and qi will increase by 15 points, and the hegemony effect will increase by 30%.

After the blood burning is perfected, it can be advanced to become a warrior, and the upper limit of blood and qi value can be increased by an additional 20 points, and the hegemony effect can be increased by 40%.

This is a combat skill derived from the attack and killing quenching method, which is divided into primary, intermediate and advanced levels. It consumes 100 resource values ​​and can be upgraded by one level.

"My goodness, no wonder Duan Yaojing keeps saying that I don't need to care about the basic quenching method.

A derivative combat skill, when fully cultivated, is equivalent to increasing the upper limit of Qi and health by 65 points, plus a 150% burst-type ultimate move.

This attack and kill quenching method is simply against the sky."

Even if Jiang Mingyang doesn't understand the value system of warriors, it doesn't prevent him from understanding the preciousness of the attack and kill quenching method from the system introduction.

"It seems that I misunderstood Duan Yaojing. She is really training me."

Jiang Mingyang cleaned the dirt on his body randomly, and his eyes slowly fell on the combat boots and inner armor, thinking: "Wentian Pavilion's sending of pills and equipment must be related to Duan Yaojing.

I don't know what Duan Yaojing's identity is, and what he is busy with recently."

Jiang Mingyang sighed and put on his clothes and protective gear again.

After packing everything up, Jiang Mingyang called Su Rou a few more times, but no one answered.

"Tell me, where is my mother? What does the Jiang family want to do? What does the sacrifice mean!"

Jiang Mingyang squatted beside Jiang Wenjun, looking at his miserable appearance, and his tone was a little bleak.

It is true that he has conflicts with the Jiang family, but it is not to the extent that he must die, and Jiang Wenjun's appearance makes him inevitably feel a little sad.

No matter what the cause is, it is inseparable from the Jiang family.

The disappearance of the head of the family three years ago may be one of them.

Jiang Mingyang knows too little and can't figure out who is calculating.

He doesn't care about the Jiang family, nor does he want to save the people. He just wants his mother to be safe.

"Suburbs, Jiang family ancestral home, your father is waiting for you. Haha, cough, haha..."

Jiang Wenjun's eyes were dull and lifeless, even if he coughed up blood, he still couldn't stop laughing.

"Father? Was his disappearance three years ago really just a trap? What on earth does he want to do!"

Jiang Mingyang thought about it, wrapped Jiang Wenjun with curtains, and found a car on the roadside outside the school.

Throwing Jiang Wenjun in the trunk, he started the car skillfully and drove straight to the Jiang family's ancestral home.

If Jiang Wenjun was found in this ghostly state, he would have no way to defend himself, so it would be better to take him to the Jiang family's ancestral home.

No matter who is setting up the trap, no matter how strong the enemy is, he has to go and try.

The safety of his mother and his bond with the Jiang family are the reasons why he has to go.

Jiang Mingyang rushed at lightning speed, shuttling in the sky above Donglin City. Duan Qing stopped, and her flaming red lips curled up slightly, "That kid moved."

"You can sense it from such a long distance. Have you recovered completely from your injuries?"

The man in the white coat stopped and looked at Duan Qing blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Duan Qing took out her cell phone and shook it, saying playfully, "Don't be too obsessed with muscle in this technological age. Wen Tian Pavilion sent me a locator for my equipment."

The man in the white coat shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "I thought you had fully recovered, but I was so happy for nothing."

"If you use a little strength, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Duan Qing gently stroked the earring on her right ear. The man in the white coat opened his mouth and finally smiled bitterly, saying, "Don't mess around. Your injury can't get worse.

If things develop to the point where you need to release your strength, it will be a big deal. Let's wait for the bureau to deal with it."

Duan Qing didn't care, and the man in the white coat said, "Follow them, don't make any trouble."

Finally, there was a clue, and the man in the white coat didn't want to waste any more time.

He was also very curious about how this group of rats in the sewer could quietly and continuously rob more than a dozen people without his and Duan Qing's eyes.

The Jiang family's ancestral home is very large, a castle-style villa with five floors, located in the center of a two-square-kilometer flower and grass garden.

This once vibrant garden is now shrouded in thick darkness, and the once bright garden street lights are now flashing blood-red light.

The castle is exquisite and luxurious, shrouded in darkness, but it is like a devil's lair.

Under the castle is a magnificent underground palace, which is dark and weird, like a ghost domain, with a blood-colored magic circle with a diameter of ten meters in the center.

The magic circle is mysterious and obscure, like a devil's painting or a ghost's residence.

The magic circle has eighteen nodes, and at each node lies a young man in a white robe.

They seemed to have entered the sweetest dream, quietly guarding the altar at the core of the magic circle.

The altar is a rectangular shape, made of black stone, and a woman in a white dress lies on it.

The woman struggled frantically, but she was not bound, and she could not leave the altar at all.

"Don't worry, Mingyang will be here soon."

The man in black robe stood by the altar, stroking the woman's face with his dry claws, and there was a trace of imperceptible tenderness in his scarlet and crazy eyes.

The woman stared at him angrily, but the man in black robe didn't care, turned around and looked at the other side of the altar, "Father, you have been planning for so long, but you didn't expect to make wedding clothes for others."

The skinny old man of the Jiang family lay on the rocking chair with no expression, and did not respond at all, as if he had already lost his breath.

Outside the magic circle, there were sixty or seventy people standing in a scattered manner, men, women, old and young, including all the people of the Jiang family bloodline.

They all had dull eyes and their skin was gray and dead, just like Jiang Wenjun.

On the outskirts of Donglin City, a car was speeding, and two figures were walking behind the car.

Yes, walking.

Even if the speed reached 170 miles per hour, Duan Qing and the white coat were able to follow with ease.

"This kid is a bit perverted."

The white coat looked at the crazy speeding Jiang Mingyang in the car and the inhuman Jiang Wenjun in the back seat, and couldn't help but admire.

Duan Qing's plan was simple. When Jiang Mingyang was caught, he would follow him to the monster's lair.

Jiang Mingyang was good. Not only did he knock down the monster, but he also dragged the monster to their lair.

"Can you judge the level?"

Duan Qing looked at the trunk and Jiang Wenjun, who was wrapped like a blood dumpling, and asked with interest.