Chapter 150: Is Dracula dead? (Seeking monthly tickets! Seeking follow-up!)

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On the collapsed island, a group of black light rushed into the sky, reaching a height level with Wu Xian.

Looking closely, it was not black light, but gathered from a large number of black bats.

Soon, these bats slowly disappeared, replaced by Dracula's human-bat form.

"Visitor from another world..."

The bat wings behind Dracula flapped slowly. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Wu Xian, revealing a look of wariness, and then said in a deep voice.

"I have to say, your strength far exceeds my expectations. I am not your opponent, but you cannot kill me either... Since this is the case, why not reconcile? I won't care about you destroying my plan, and you don't look for trouble with me anymore, how about it?"

"Reconcile? Heh! At this point, are you joking?"

Wu Xian sneered, then his figure flickered, appearing behind Dracula like a teleportation, and then fiercely stabbed the werewolf virus in his hand into his neck.

However, Dracula seemed to have expected it. After Wu Xian finished the injection, the wings behind him suddenly turned into countless black bats and wrapped around him, turning into a black ball in mid-air, from which the sound of metal friction and collision continuously came out.

Buzz buzz buzz————!!!

Two red beams of light pierced the black ball, sweeping wantonly. Not long after, a large pile of bats was burned to ashes. Wu Xian's figure reappeared, and he was already wearing the Black God suit.

He looked at the humanoid bat that had not changed at all, and his heart sank.

"Are you wondering why the werewolf virus didn't work."

The humanoid bat grinned, looking very proud. Just as he was about to speak, a black metal boot kicked his ugly face, directly kicking it into a sky full of blood plasma like a watermelon.

"You laugh at an egg!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wu Xian turned into black light and flickered, surrounding Dracula's headless body, and in a very short time, performed a comprehensive dissection on it.

Tearing off wings, cutting off limbs, skinning and boning, digging out heart and lungs, smashing bones and scattering ashes...

And then there were roaring flames, biting frost, bone-scraping gang wind, heavy earth, various spiritual attacks with spiritual elements as the core.

And the metal storm of telekinetic weapons, the violent bombardment of the Five Thunder Talismans, the soul-drawing of the Spirit-Controlling General, the dual transformation of soul and flesh by the Dual Hands, and finally even took a trip to deep space...

Ten minutes later, Wu Xian finally stopped the unilateral abuse, but looking at a piece of flesh that was rapidly squirming and forming in the dark universe, surprise couldn't help but emerge in his eyes.

Just now, he had used almost all his means, but even if he beat it into a molecular state, the other party could recover as before, as if the concept of death didn't exist at all, simply unthinkable.

This is impossible!

Almost in an instant, Wu Xian overturned this idea.

It's just a vampire, how could it be impossible to kill, and clearly in the movie Fan Haixin succeeded in eliminating him. It couldn't be that Dracula is pretending to be dead... Don't say, there really is this possibility!

Thinking that Hollywood movies always like to use suspenseful plots as endings to prepare for making money for the second part, Wu Xian felt a pain in his eggs. He secretly said that it's no wonder the original movie flopped so miserably; this is all for a reason.

Just thinking about whether to throw Dracula into the sun to try, Wu Xian's mind rang with Miss Zhan Lan's intermittent call:

"Wu Xian... here... accident... Dracula is not... Yingkong she..."

The voice ended here, no matter how Wu Xian called, there was no response.

What's the situation? Dracula is not here with me, and why mention Zhao Yingkong? What does this have to do with her?

Wu Xian was confused, unclear about Miss Zhan Lan's words, wanting to contact other people or open the surveillance footage through Friday, but all failed.

Friday said that the area where the Zhongzhou Team is located has a strong electromagnetic storm, the signal is severely interfered with, and because it is separated by deep space, effective communication cannot be carried out.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian suddenly found that the squirming piece of flesh in front stopped at some point, no longer healing and regenerating like before, as if it were really dead.

"What exactly... is going on?"

Time goes back twenty minutes ago, which was when Wu Xian punched Dracula out of the Blood Castle and took him all the way out of the Transylvania mountain range.

At the same time, the members of the Zhongzhou Team were still staying in the Blood Castle, looking at the big hole smashed by Wu Xian, their expressions were a bit blank, not knowing what to do next.

"Wu Xian has already started a battle with Dracula."

Hearing Chu Xuan's voice suddenly rang out: "With his strength, wanting to defeat Dracula is not a difficult thing, but killing him may not be smooth. For the sake of safety, we should blow up this Blood Castle to prevent the possibility of Dracula's descendants reviving."

"Good idea!"

Fan Haixin's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Hearing Chu Xuan, giving him a like.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you, no matter what immortal army, as long as you blow up your lair before you wake up, no matter how powerful you are, it's useless.

The members of the Zhongzhou Team also felt it made sense, and then the veterans took out a large amount of explosives and micro-nuclear bombs of varying yields from their storage props.

Especially Hearing Chu Xuan, his own reserve alone was worth the amount of everyone present.

And looking at his posture of occasionally taking things out, it seems there is still quite a lot of stock, making everyone present feel ashamed.

Just when Hearing Chu Xuan was about to take out the bionic puppet army to install bombs everywhere in the castle, the sound of bird wings flapping suddenly came from the hole in the roof.

Everyone looked up and saw a large group of black bats descending from the sky, circling in mid-air, then gathered in one place, turning into a middle-aged man in an elegant suit. It was Dracula who should have been fighting Wu Xian.

Everyone was shocked to see this, not understanding why Dracula would appear here, while their invincible captain was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be...

"Wu Xian is fine, he is still in the battle."

Miss Zhan Lan suddenly spoke, looking at Dracula with a slightly solemn expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, this guy should be something like a clone."

Because of the surrounding environment, Friday could not communicate over long distances after entering the snowy mountain range, and the mental link was also hindered by the power of dark elements. Once the distance was too far, contact could not be made.

But don't forget, Miss Zhan Lan and Wu Xian have a relationship where they know each other's roots, and both have placed means on each other to confirm whether the other is safe.

Plus Miss Zhan Lan just used mental scanning and vaguely sensed that this Dracula was not normal, so she made the guess that the other party was a clone.

"Heh!"

Dracula glanced at Miss Zhan Lan with a smile, then scanned everyone, and finally stayed on Fan Haixin, his mouth curling slightly.

"Fan Haixin, long time no see. I knew that one day you would come here to find me."

"You... know me?"

Fan Haixin was a bit surprised. He didn't remember ever seeing this Vampire King... wait? Could it be something from before he lost his memory!

"Haha! You really have forgotten everything!"

Dracula revealed a meaningful smile.

"Of course, at that time you weren't called Fan Haixin. Perhaps I should use another name to call you."

"Ga——briel!"

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Seeking monthly tickets!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 151 =====