Chapter 770: Power of the Lord God

The sharp sword aura rushed straight into the sky, above the small square, numerous transparent small swords appeared densely, and the biting sword aura made Andra's body subconsciously chill.
"What is this?"
Andhra's face changed, and there was a very bad premonition in his heart. Just as his figure was about to go backwards, his sharp sword aura drifted towards Andhra like a drizzle.
In an instant, Andra was directly surrounded by sword energy.
Although Jian Qi was not present, Andra's exposed skin actually had scars scratched by Jian Qi, and a faint blood stain appeared on the surface of the skin.
"So strong sword energy."
Andra's face suddenly changed, his eyes were full of caution, and he let out a low growl, a red mist appeared in his hands, and he slapped the sword qi in front of him.
With a huge roar, the blood-colored fog and sword aura collided together, and strong energy fluctuations spread to the surrounding area. In the blink of an eye, the blood-red fog in Andra's hand was chopped by the sword aura by half, one after another. Dense wounds surfaced on the palm.
"This is China's formation."
Andhra's heart suddenly frightened.
With the strength of his blood prince, his physical body has been tempered for hundreds of years, and it has long been as hard as iron, and now it can't even resist the sword energy in front of him.
This formation, which has been arranged for hundreds of years, is actually so powerful.
Andhra didn’t dare to keep it anymore, he let out a low roar, the dark red markings instantly covered his whole body, a very powerful aura burst out, and the blood-red mist spread out from the body and collided with the sword aura outside. .
The movement on the square finally alarmed the mummy on the stone pillars, and felt the blood of the same source in front of me. The mummy's mouth let out a roar, and the bound limbs danced wildly, regardless of the few blood in the body. Dropped down with the chain lock.
In order to completely restrain the blood prince, the chain on his body was specially made, not only through his limbs, but also a chain that locked his lute bone, firmly controlling his body Above the stone pillars.
"Andra, is that you?"
The mummy opened his slightly dim eyes, and there was a dry sound in his mouth.
"Dracula, hold on, and I will save you today. For the pain those Chinese people put on you, I will let them get retribution."
An excitement flashed in Andra's eyes, a roar in his mouth, he smashed the sword energy in front of him hard, and walked towards Dracula.
As Andhra was only less than fifty steps away from the high platform, the sword array above the square suddenly made a whizzing sound. The sound of swords was superimposed on each other, turning into a piercing roar. The strength of the formation suddenly increased several times, and a more violent sword aura shot towards Andra.
Above these sword auras, there is an extremely strong righteous aura, which is the nemesis of the power of the blood race. The blood mist around Andra is like a layer of paper, chopped by the messy sword aura. Unabated, he directly bombarded Andra's body.
Andra's face turned pale, blood was vomited out, and the whole person was directly penetrated by dozens of sword auras.
With the strength of Prince Andra's blood prince, he could not even resist, and had no ability to fight back.
"Andhra, don't waste your efforts. The sword formation here is very restrained by our kinsman, so hurry up and wait until the sword formation is fully opened, you can't leave."
Dracula let out a low growl, and said quickly.
He has been imprisoned here for hundreds of years, all methods have been exhausted, and it is impossible to escape.
In these hundreds of years, Dracula knew a lot about the formations here. With the strength of the prince, it was difficult to save him.
"Father, please help me."
Andra felt a little unable to hold on, and hurriedly shouted to Hermes not far away.
Hermes frowned, stretched out his hand and lightly tapped towards Andra, a blood-colored ripple waved around Andra's side, and all the sword auras that touched Shuiwen would instantly disappear.
Hermes stepped out and appeared just before the high platform. Looking at the formation on the square, a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes: "It's really familiar."
"Father... Father? You are here."
A touch of surprise flashed in Dracula's eyes.
Hermes nodded, a flash of warmth in his eyes.
Feeling the breath of Hermes, the formation became violent in an instant, the aura in the underground square quickly gathered together, the fast-flowing aura unexpectedly brought a gust of wind, and then a transparent giant sword several feet long Suspended above Hermes' head.
The violent sword aura flooded Hermes' side.
"It's a pity, this formation seems to have declined a lot after hundreds of years."
Hermes said with emotion: "If the Taoist Dragon Stone is now personally arranging this touchdown, even me, it will be a little tricky."
Hearing the words of Taoist Dragon Stone, Dracula's eyes flashed with spite.
It was this person who imprisoned him in this underground palace for hundreds of years.
Perhaps feeling the ridicule of Hermes, the giant sword in front of him uttered the sound of a sword, and then it shook slightly.
One life two, two beget three, three beget all things.
Countless long swords hovered in front of Hermes, and then shot at him.
"Is it just this power?"
There was a scarlet blood in Hermes' eyes, and his right foot lightly stepped on the square. The entire underground palace trembled, and countless cracks spread from Hermes' feet.
The whole space solidified with Hermes' low voice, and countless sword auras suspended in front of Hermes, and then crashed to pieces.
The sword formations that had been placed on the square for hundreds of years disappeared.
The square built of white jade was razed to the ground.
Hermes moved and appeared next to Dracula. With a wave of his sleeves, the chains on Dracula broke.
Dracula shook off the iron lock on his body, a touch of excitement flashed on his face, and he let out a long roar to the sky, and Louise's eardrums screamed with a violent roar, and a fierce breath came out.
"My child, you have worked so hard all these years."
Hermes gently bit his fingertips, and a drop of golden blood exuding an alluring fragrance flew towards Dracula and dripped into Dracula's mouth.
With this drop of blood entering his throat, Dracula's corpse-like body began to swell and his skin began to become smooth.
After a few breaths, a middle-aged man in his 30s and 40s who was somewhat similar to Andra appeared in front of everyone.