my body has no limits

Chapter 443 Tragic Charles
"Are you sure you want to replace it?"

The people in the court looked at the treasure cup Yang Ding had chosen, and asked in surprise.

"Yes, I want to redeem it. Can you tell me what it does?"

Based on the principle that the three must have my teacher and that he is not ashamed to ask, Yang Ding politely asked the officials of the court about the function of the cup.

The court officials were even more surprised when they heard Yang Ding's question. You chose it without knowing what it was. Is it true that treasures choose the owner?

Constant will tell him that this is fate.

This cup has a destiny with me in the East.

But the court personnel did not answer Yang Ding's question, "Its existence is quite special, and I don't know if it will work in your hands. I hope you can treat it well. It is a rare treasure!"

He seemed to know this tragedy very well, but for some reason he refused to tell Yang Ding.

Yang Ding wanted to keep asking, but finally gave up.

You can't get someone to tell you the truth who doesn't want to tell you the truth.

Unless Yang Ding can be alone with him for a while, but it seems more difficult.

Yang Ding and the sect bureau returned to the camp with two large boxes and a delicate wooden box.

The Extraordinary Alliance formed by other extraordinary organizations is still struggling in the Devil's Valley, but Yang Ding has already harvested enough extraordinary items and materials.

"Brother Yu, I think I should go back first."

It's a stupid idea to put these things in the camp.

Yu Jinyan wanted to say something, but finally nodded in agreement with Yang Ding's words.

He really should send these things back, otherwise, if it is exposed, the sect bureau will also be in trouble.

Yang Ding didn't waste time, he contacted a helicopter big enough, and carried his booty onto the helicopter in an open space far away from the camp.

He waved at Yu Jinyan and the others in the distance, and then a loud voice pierced through the sound waves brought by the helicopter and entered the ears of Yu Jinyan and others.

"I'll be back!"

"goodbye!"

……

"Captain, why don't you suggest that Yang Ding use our channel so that he doesn't have to go back by himself."

Peng He thought it was not worthwhile for Yang Ding to deliver the things himself, and he would lose a lot of income during his absence.

Without Yang Ding's support, the third team could only choose to cooperate with the Alliance of Extraordinary Ones.

Time-consuming and labor-intensive, little income, and no one who has lived a prosperous life wants to go back to live a miserable life!

Yu Jinyan didn't say a word. That day he wanted to suggest Yang Ding to use the channel of the sect bureau to send the things back, but he didn't say anything in the end. Perhaps only he himself knew the reason.

……

Twenty kilometers away, the temporary transfer station of Shenting.

The vampires had already gained an absolute advantage, and the holy light still made the vampires fearful, but the guards of the divine court could no longer use their full strength.

The holy power in their bodies began to gradually run low, and they vaguely understood that these vampires were not in a hurry to kill themselves because other vampires had already entered the cave.

When the vampires inside collect all the treasures, maybe it's time for them to go to heaven.

However, it is said that people whose blood is sucked by vampires cannot go to heaven, so all the guards of the gods are ready to explode.

A pure soul cannot be defiled by a filthy vampire.

Blood Prince Charles has entered the cave for about 10 minutes.

Originally, at this time, he should have cleaned up all the treasures in the cave, and then gave a fatal blow to the guards of the divine court from behind, ending the raid.

But now he was in trouble, big trouble.

"Turner, you actually came to Ozhou!"

Charles saw a figure that he couldn't believe, the ascetic monk Turner, appeared in front of him.

"You can find here, why can't I appear."

Turner was not surprised by the arrival of Charles. It should be said that the arrival of any enemy could not surprise him.

"Turner, I won't take these things away, and don't stop me from leaving. How about we pretend we haven't met today?"

Charles saw this human ascetic who was more than 1000 years younger than him but many times older than himself, and didn't want to fight him at all.

Charles is an eighth-level blood prince, and Turner is a seventh-level ascetic monk. If you only look at the strength on paper, Charles is stronger.

But both sides are very familiar with their opponents, and Charles does not want to fight Turner.

Everyone has been hostile to each other for thousands of years, and all their cards have been exposed.

The ascetic monks are the most special force in the divine court. They pursue spiritual purity and do not care about anything in the secular and material world.

And their strength is not necessarily based on numerical grades.

It is very difficult for a seventh-level ascetic monk to take an eighth-level blood prince to die together, but it is still easy to make him sleep for a hundred years.

But just abandoning his physical body, Charles knew that Turner would not care about his physical body.

In some matters, these ascetics are so stubborn that even the Pope cannot command a high-ranking ascetic forever.

Just as Charles thought, although he made a show of weakness, Turner still did not agree.

If it weren't for the nearly thousand years of meaningless fighting that made the ascetic monks give up their goal of exterminating the vampires and werewolves, the battle would have broken out the moment they saw Charles.

Charles is still working hard to escape safely, "Turner, if we break out of fighting, everything here and the guards outside the court will be destroyed by the aftermath. I think these are the most precious things in your court. I don't want them to lose here."

Charles quietly put a translucent blood-colored bat into the stone ground under his feet, then spread his hands, and stepped back step by step.

Turner stood up from the stone floor, Charles took a step back, he stepped forward.

The speed of the two people was not fast, but their power slowly filled the entire space, and dust began to fall from the surrounding stone walls.

Step, step, step...

The light footsteps gradually became heavy, and even began to echo in the cave.

More and more dust fell on the stone wall, and there was a gust of wind and the sound of thunder in the cave out of thin air.

"Turner, since you don't know what's good and what's wrong, and you're pushing each other hard, then let's see the truth!"

Charles took the lead, and threw a blood-red energy ball that had been brewing for a long time at Turner, and it grew bigger and bigger on the way, blocking the passage of the cave.

Facing the oncoming blood-red energy group, Turner did not show any fluctuations on his face. He stretched out his right hand calmly, and his white palm looked like a black hole instead. The blood-colored energy group disappeared without any waves under the white light.

After the white light disappeared, there was no trace of Charles in the cave, and the vampire army outside was only left with some black spots.

It turned out that Charles had notified his subordinates long before the battle, and quickly retreated when the situation was not good.

Their vampires are not the guards of the divine court, and the loss of a viscount is a huge loss.

(End of this chapter)