Stepping on the bridge of the Dragon King's tall nose, Li Su gently and forcefully pulled out the "arrogance" and "jealousy" that penetrated deep into the Dragon King's skull. The quaint Han Bafang and the straight-edged Tang knife were as clean as if they had just come out of the sheath, and there was not a trace of blood. Slowly inserting the twin swords into the scabbard, Li Su looked up at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang walked around the wall and pulled out half a tennis bag from the pile of rubble. The other half of the tennis bag had been burned, and the contents of the bag, Murayu's scabbard, had disappeared.

That's fine, the knife is gone anyway.

Chu Zihang walked to this side with half a piece of cloth, and put the greed in his hand back into the scabbard, and the seven deadly sins slowly closed and turned back into an inconspicuous black box. Li Su handed over the village rain that he had just picked up. Chu Zi said thank you and walked straight to the other side of the rock wall, on which the other half of the village rain was inserted.

He pinched the blade of the blade outside the stone wall and slowly exerted force. With a "ding" sound, Chu Zihang looked at the piece of metal in his hand in a daze.

Although the surface was still as smooth as a mirror, the knife had already been bruised, and Natsumi had only broken the most vulnerable position. Now the blade that was an inch long on the outside of the rock wall was broken again, and the rest of it was completely lost in the rock wall.

Although he was able to chisel through the wall and dig out all the blades, he gave up. He was feeling tired, and now he just wanted to get out of here and go back to the Regent Hotel for a good night's sleep, maybe it was all a dream, right? It's good to wake up from a dream, and everything will be back on track after a sleep. As soon as you open your eyes, you can see the hotel's familiar suspended ceilings. The notebook array may not have calculated the results yet, Lu Mingfei has not come back yet, Fingal will stand in front of the mirror to sort out his clothes, and Chu Zihang still remembers that he said that he was going to the 798 Art Center.

And he will take a shower and then change into carefully selected clothes and go to Xia Mi's house to make dumplings. Her parents would look him up and down with scrutinizing eyes, judging his expression, his taste in dressing, and his level of making dumplings. Natsumi will sit on his bread dumplings with the same smile on his face as always. And her dumb brother would pull his sleeve and repeat over and over again, "Brother plays with me, brother plays with me".

Just get some sleep.

Right.

Just get some sleep.

Chu Zihang carefully wrapped the blade of the knife into his pocket with a tennis bag with only a piece of cloth left, and walked to the tunnel with half of the village rain. "Let's go."

M1216 has been handed over to Qin Nai, Li Su carried the black box behind him and followed his footsteps, Lu Mingfei followed behind, and the group walked deep and shallow.

"Senior brother, we're going to be awesome when we go back, right?" Lu Mingfei's sudden speech broke the calm, and the group stopped. It's not that he wants to beat this guy who doesn't open the pot and mention the pot, but when he heard the sound of squirming behind him, Chu Zihang, who was walking in the front, had green tendons on his back.

"Wouldn't it? Did you hear that? The three of them turned back slowly, and the first thing that caught their eyes was Lu Mingfei's crying face.

Looking past Lu Mingfei, behind him was a black thing swimming slowly, about the same thickness as a bucket, with fine scales on the surface reflected, the length could not be seen clearly, and the part that could be seen was seven or eight meters long. It seemed to be a giant python, and it swam to Natsumi's side, wrapping around her plain white body in circles.

The black python bounced up violently, rolled up Natsumi's body, and bounced in the direction of the platform.

The wind hit on the platform, and a huge black shadow spread its wings in the wind, its mouth opened to the limit of 180 degrees, and its sharp teeth were like spears! That's not a black python at all, it's the dragon king's strange long tongue!

The long tongue swept Natsumi into the dragon's mouth, and the staggered sharp teeth slammed shut like a gate. At the same time, the upheaval occurred, and the hideous wound on Fenrir's head slowly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The milky white solid fills the cavity and is covered with a thick grayish-white membrane, which is the brain parenchyma and cerebral cortex.

After that comes the bones. The plate bones fused together, and at first there were twisted protrusions, like droplet-shaped metal melted around the welded surface. After the wound is completely healed, the protrusion disappears, and the bone surface is as smooth as new.

Finally, the fascia, muscles, and scales, the fatal wounds healed, and the dragon king raised his head and spread his wings, and the dragon's groans were high, furious, and terrible. The entire space shook violently, and thousands of sickles fell from the sky, flipped in horror, collided, and turned into pieces. They can't even stand the onslaught of the dragon's groan.

"Dragonbone Cross!" Chu Zihang's eyes widened in horror.

Fenrir crawled on his stout forelimbs, shaking the ground. With each crawl, he withdrew a piece of dry bone from the wall. Soon it will not be called dry bones, and the muscles will grow rapidly and build strong connections between the bones, like a grapevine climbing along a bamboo trellis, only a hundred times faster than that. First the vertebrae, then the abdomen, then the hind limbs, and finally the long tail. He was free, completely free. The huge wings puffed up in the wind, supporting the dragon king's muscular body and slowly rising.

The realm of the respectable and the terrible is opening up. It was the spirit of words that Xia Mi had just used, but the power and range were even greater, and the bone birds that were engulfed by the realm turned into brilliant golden flames, and after a short glide, they turned into a rain of light. The vast space was filled with the terrified chirping of the bony birds, like ten million evil spirits crying out in hell.

The first to react was Kotono, who knelt on one knee for half a week, and sixteen shotguns of various kinds drew a fierce arc from her chamber one after another.

But it didn't work, Fenrir's realm was much, much stronger than Shami's. The latter's realm is filled with iron filings, while Fenrir's realm is filled with hideous pieces of metal that require the use of napalm to melt them. The shotgun was completely blocked on the surface of the field, and the flames crawled along the bright purple edges.

Kotono was stunned for a moment, then immediately took off the cartridge and held both ends, exerting force with his arms.

......

...... Can't screw it......

"Don't waste your efforts." Li Su patted her on the head, took the cartridge and put it back into the tenon. This is the last bullet, and there is no chance to reload it. "The spare ones can't be blown up."

Kotono continued to maintain the movement of kneeling on one knee, with a few black lines hanging on her face, and Li Su stood beside her unhurriedly to smooth her hair, soothing her embarrassed heart.

The dragon king didn't even look at them, and the shotgun's fire was as small as an ant in front of the expanding field. He flapped his wings slowly, gracefully, his long tail and neck stretched out and bent in pairs, forming a perfect circle.

Dragon King...... Dancing at the beginning.

The dragon king is really dancing, and the burning cinders are spinning and rising into the air with his flight, and the dance is extremely beautiful, grand and solemn. The dragon displays a variety of ancient and intricate movements with its huge body, like a dancer in an ancient Indian mural painting.

"This dragon is not coming to kill us...... What kind of plane? Lu Mingfei's eyes widened.

"Shiva Dance." Chu Zihang's eyes were empty, as if he was shocked by the beauty of the dance, "This is the dance of annihilation." Brahmin mythology says that there are three gods in the world, Brahma created, Vishnu maintained, and Shiva destroyed. When he danced, the world reached the end of a cycle, the gods rejoiced, Brahma awoke, Vishnu smiled and recognized, and only human beings wept in grief. Ancient Indian poets say that Lord Shiva once performed this dance in the 'Dead Hill' Moheng Daro and destroyed the city. But they did not dare to mention the name of this deity and only wrote about that apocalyptic catastrophe in the Mahabharata. Hence the name. ”

Chu Zihang sighed softly, "It's so beautiful, no wonder although there is Shiva's dance score, no one in the world can dance the dance of destroying the world." Because this dance is not a human dance, it must be danced in the air with the huge body of a dragon. There is a dragon text implied in each of his movements, and this spirit is not released with sound, but with the 'language' of dance. ”

"Holy! Is this the time for an aesthetic appreciation class? "Lu Ming is going to explode.

"There's nothing we can do, the 'Shiva Karmic Dance' takes a long time to complete, and he is not allowed to be interfered with, so he constructs a realm similar to 'enchantment' in advance, a realm that no living person can step into." Chu Zihang looked up at the rain of fire in the sky, "The people who invade will be like these sickles." ”

"That ...... What happens when the spirit of speech is released? Lu Mingfei stammered and asked.

"There is only death left in the realm, and he is now Hela, the god of death, and this is his revenge on all of us."

"What else is there to say?" Li Su leaned over and picked up Kotono in the posture of a princess, and suddenly ran wildly with his legs open, running like a rabbit. "Run!"