Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

While Smith was fighting with the Duke of Dracula, Zhang Yang and Yan Ying on the other side also fought with the Prince of Dracula.

"You are called a stress mountain, right?" Yan Ying said with a smile, not sure why he always feels that the name is funny, it has a very funny feeling.

"My name is Alexander, and I am not stressful." Hearing this name, Alexander was particularly annoyed, as if Yan Ying was insulting herself.

"Go and die!" The vampire prince blasted a red light, and the red light faintly wailed the wail of a ghost, and it seemed that there were many lives hidden in it.

This is the exclusive blood energy of the vampire prince and above. As long as the person hit by the blood energy, the blood will be drained instantly.

And as the absorption of blood increases, the blood energy will become stronger and stronger.

The Prince Vampire has used these energy for hundreds of years, and the power contained in it is particularly powerful. Even Zhang Yang and Yan Ying will not be able to eat a little bit of it. This thing is very dangerous to them.

"Yan Ying! You are responsible for restraining this guy, and I am responsible for fighting head-on." Zhang Yang said to Yan Ying.

Yan Ying is a soul cultivator, she is not good at frontal combat, but very good at assisting others in combat. Yan Ying's soul attack is still very effective for these vampires.

Although vampires are powerful, they don't know why their souls are always weak. Their external manifestations are extreme emotional fluctuations, greed, hatred, and hatred at every turn, which should be a manifestation of their weak souls.

"Hmph! Do you two think you can really deal with me?" The vampire prince smiled cruelly, and then turned into a cloud of mist, surrounding everyone.

It is estimated that there is still a lot of blood energy in it, as long as Zhang Yang and Yan Ying touch a little bit, they will die miserably.

"Oh? You little vampire, how can He De fight me." Yan Ying said with a smile, then turned to look at Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, and get out of your white hair.

That name is too awkward, and Yan Ying doesn't know how to pronounce it.

"What kind of white hairy wind?" Zhang Yang said dumbly, "My name is Nether Wind, can you remember your name carefully?"

Zhang Yang was very helpless. A domineering and mighty nether wind was changed by this guy into an ugly white hairy wind. If Zhang Yang didn't remind him, it would not necessarily be the northwest wind.

"Okay, then I remember, can you quickly use your abilities?" Yan Ying said dumbfounded. As he spoke, his eyes flashed, and a transparent wave radiated from him.

"That's not enough! Go straight up and fight." Zhang Yang said plainly.

Zhang Yang took out the white jade fan and waved the fan. In an instant, dozens of wind blades flew out of the fan.

These fans are all composed of ghost winds, so they do not cause harm to real matter. They are always quiet when they fly out, but they are deadly matter to objects with souls.

"Haha! What the **** are you." The Prince Vampire formed in the air.

When the vampire prince saw the ghostly wind from Zhang Yang, he instantly laughed out of his teeth.

The moment the Nether Wind turned into a wind blade appeared, there was no fluctuation in the outside world, and the vampire prince stood so far away, without feeling the threat of the wind blade.

This kind of thing gave the Prince Vampire the impression that it was projected by a television.

"I'll stand here for you to fight, and see if your attack can hurt me." The Prince Vampire said arrogantly. He really didn't believe that this thing could hurt him. Unless something spiritual happened, it would be so small. Little things really can't hurt him.

The wind blade composed of the nether wind slowly blew past, and when he was about to push the vampire prince's body, the vampire prince suddenly felt a sense of extreme danger.

"Not good!" The Prince Vampire thought in horror. Although he didn't know what was going on, he felt an extremely dangerous attack.

The vampire prince felt that it was the white windblade that came from him. No matter what happened now, it would be right to avoid him anyway, because his feelings had never deceived him.

Wow!

At the very moment, Yan Ying's transparent wave flew over, and the vampire prince was swept by the transparent wave without checking.

"Ah!" The vampire prince yelled suddenly, and then he covered his head fiercely.

Yan Ying's soul fluctuation has a very powerful destructive ability to the soul, because the vampire's soul is too weak to defend against Yan Ying's soul fluctuation.

Therefore, the damage of soul fluctuations to the souls of vampires is very high. Ordinary people are only confused at best, but these vampires are different.

Although vampires are powerful and immortal. Born to be an extraordinary species, but God has given them such a good aptitude, and they have to take away their other abilities. Their souls are inherently flawed and they are afraid of sunlight.

"Good job. Yan Ying!" Zhang Yang praised loudly. He didn't expect that Yan Ying's attack skills would have a miraculous effect. He would hurt the vampire so much. It was just a light sweep that caused the vampire to suffer so much damage. This is really unimaginable.

At the same time, Zhang Yang was unwilling to give up this opportunity. He then used his mind to mobilize the nether wind and let the nether wind envelop the vampire prince.

"Don't struggle anymore, you guys will definitely not beat me." The vampire prince also slowed down at this time, she covered her head and looked at everyone with hatred.

Because she had just recovered, his thoughts had not actually turned around. He looked at the Nether Wind that was flying towards him, and he didn't even bother to move, just staring blankly at the Nether Wind.

In the eyes of the vampire prince, his body is immortal, and he can't be dealt with by the other party. Even if it is turned into ashes, he can still be resurrected.

No matter how wonderful the white wind was, even if he was blown to pieces by him, he could recover again.

The Prince Vampire thought triumphantly, the wind blade turned into by the wind of the Nether instantly penetrated the Prince Vampire's body.

"Oh?" The vampire prince's expression changed drastically as the wind blade passed through his body, and his pale face became paler. He just suddenly discovered something wrong. This thing was not as simple as he had imagined.

When the wind blade turned into by the nether wind passed through the body of the prince vampire, the prince vampire felt a sharp pain. This kind of pain was not on the surface of the flesh, but originated from the soul, the depths of the flesh, and the root of the soul. Fluctuations from everywhere.