In the empty theater, the little boy in a suit and leather shoes watched the dragon spurting blood gushing on the big screen and fell, and also watched the boy hug the girl tightly in his arms, as if embracing the whole world, but the sword pierced each other's chests.

The boy's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, and he picked up the pen and drew a big cross on the script in his hand.

The crossed-out paper spontaneously combusted in the wind, turning into smoke and drifting around in the boy's hands, and the ancient words of unknown meaning struggled to escape the fate of the jade burning, but the scissors of the poem still fell on it mercilessly.

With the burning of the script, the fluorescent screen suddenly went black, and the huge theater fell into boundless darkness.

The boy slowly leaned back in his chair and took a sip of the cocoa that was already cold in his hand, perhaps because it was cold, and there was a slight bitter taste in his mouth.

The boy's brow tightened, and with a snap of his fingers, the porcelain cup was steaming again.

Tasting it again, the mellow sweetness finally made his brows stretch a little, and his face looked a lot better.

Humming an unknown tune, and at some point there was another piece of paper in his hand, and the boy put pen to paper, leaving a name on the blank paper that had long been forgotten by the world.

"Chu Tianjiao".

The screen of the theater is lit up again, and a new repertoire is moved to the stage, and the protagonist of the story is a man riding an eight-legged steed, carrying a curved spear in his hand, and wearing an iron mask on his face, revealing only a golden vertical child.

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The train stalls and slides in the dark, with no brakes, no driver, and it doesn't slide to the next station, it's not to the terminal, it's more like a slide to ......

Hell!

The chaotic memories churned like a frying pan, and the rain crackled on the iron shell of the train, making Chu Zihang involuntarily start to recall.

Rainy Night, Maybach, Viaduct......

Countless pale figures murmured around him, like a group of Grim Reaper surrounding the bedside of the dying, they all opened their eyes together, and the golden holes were as bright as torches.

The voice came from a distance like the ends of the earth, and then a slug pierced Chu Zihang's head.

There was a sharp pain in the depths of the brain, and the messy blue-purple lines seemed to be writhing like countless snakes, like hieroglyphs on ancient stone tablets, they came to life, dancing like elves.

The image that even the deepest dream demon dared to imagine flashed before his eyes, and the young man with a golden hole in his forehead was lying on the throne of the black stone, with a long sword of white bones in his chest; The maidens tumbled on the stone-carved altars, screaming in pain, like a precursor to childbirth; Black wings rise in the setting sun to shade half of the sky; The woman bound on the bronze pillar slowly opened her eyes, her white hair flying, and two lines of thick blood flowed from her eyes......

It's like watching snakes dance in the darkness of the primeval world, and those snakes tell him about the lost history in a strange language.

Vision!

It was not the first time that Chu Zihang had developed spiritual vision, but it was better to say that with his talent and bloodline, he should have been immune to the phenomenon of Longwen spiritual vision by now.

Unless the person who sings the dragon is much higher than his bloodline, very much, if he can really be called a "human".

That so-called "person" forcibly made Chu Zihang have spiritual vision!

Chu Zihang fell on the iron floor, holding his head in pain, curled up, the illogical vision made him have a splitting headache, and a large number of dragon texts seemed to burst his head.

This is not the worst, what is even worse is that there is black Qi overflowing from his body, mixed with a few black flames in between.

I don't know what this guy saw in the spiritual vision, but even the heart demon was catalyzed out and began to try to occupy the body.

At this moment, Chu Zihang's mobile phone screen actually lit up!

In this darkness where you can't see your fingers, in this Nibelungen, which is completely isolated from the outside world, Chu Zihang's mobile phone suddenly has a very strange signal, and then as if it was controlled, it jumped to a website.

An old news page was brushed out, July 4, 2004, Typhoon "Dandelion", an unknown accident, with a picture of a scarred Maybach sedan in the mud, the front windshield shattered, and the body seemed to be burned with sulfuric acid.

Chu Zihang's action of curling up on the ground suddenly stopped, and the picture in his spiritual vision changed, Chu Zihang heard thousands of raindrops hitting the roof of the Maybach heavily, the air conditioner in the car was whirring hot air, and he was arguing with the man.

The man pondered his words, and told him in a firm tone: "You...... Bleeding my blood is my inheritance in this world, do you understand? You're half of me...... I know I haven't taken care of you all these years, I'm sorry for you, but how can a dad not care about children? We are connected by blood, we ......"

After many years, when Chu Zihang really understood the meaning of this sentence, the man had been completely forgotten by the world.

It was as if he had been completely erased from this world, no one cared about his disappearance, no one grieved, and no one was curious.

The boss of the Black Prince Group did not say anything about his family, and soon changed to a new car and a new driver.

Only the last thing he left in this world remembered him.

That thing was Chu Zihang.

The scene in the spiritual vision continued, but Chu Zihang was no longer ready to look at it.

He crossed the man in the driver's seat and opened an opening from the inside of the Maybach's door, which was originally a place for umbrellas, but Chu Zihang knew that it was not an umbrella here, but a knife.

A slender Japanese sword with a pitch-black sheath and no blade.

A reverent knife that slipped out of its sheath and was as clear as water.

Chu Zihang once read a book called "The Knowledge of Japanese Swords", in Japan, the swordsmith will only add no blade to two kinds of knives, the saber of the poor ronin, or the godly sword of the gods.

The Divine Knife would not be used to cut at all, and the blade was useless, and the elegant and retro sharkskin sheath of this knife showed that it was a work of art at all.

And this knife is also a relic left to him by the man.

Divine Sword: Murayu.

The sword light tore through the vast rain curtain like a match, opening a big hole between heaven and earth, and darkness flowed out of the mouth, engulfing everything in the blink of an eye.

An almost identical "Chu Zihang" appeared in front of him.

"Chu Zihang" looked at Chu Zihang, and the dark golden hole was full of playfulness: "Can you actually break free?" Looks like I'm underestimating you. ”

Chu Zihang's face did not change, and the village rain in his hand waved out.

The village rain crossed the darkness, crossed the "Chu Zihang", and even crossed Chu Zihang himself, a ray of light appeared in the boundless darkness, and the whole world was divided into two, "Chu Zihang" was crushed into powder by this light, and Chu Zihang was swept into it by this light.

After Chu Zihang disappeared, the light also disappeared, and the space was filled with pitch black again, countless blacks poured together from all directions, and "Chu Zihang" walked out of this black, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It doesn't look like it's time yet."

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Chu Zihang was engulfed by the light, his consciousness drifted wildly, and a familiar voice suddenly came from his ears.

Brother......

Brother......

"Senior brother!"

Chu Zihang opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling golden light lit up in the darkness, and it was Gu Bei's back, and there were countless pale Deadpools in the darkness!

This Deadpool is completely different from the Deadpool that the two of them met just now, they are not the slender skeletal form, but the body is complete and full, and the surface of the body is covered with blue-gray scales!

This is not the native of the Nibelungen, unless the same Nibelungen can accommodate two bloodthirsty peoples.

But that's obviously impossible.

Chu Zihang recognized them at a glance, exactly the same as the group of Deadpools on the 000 viaduct three years ago!

They were the king's subordinates, who came to Chu Zihang's side by rain and Maybach.

Chu Zihang suddenly realized that he was sent out of the viaduct by a man, but in fact, he had not left that rainy night for so many years.

Can't escape, the cage of the rainstorm.

Well, he didn't want to run away either.

It's better that these Deadpools came to the door just in line with him.

He was going to follow them to find that rainy night, to find the viaduct, to find the god who rode the eight-legged horse.

He wanted to find out the iron mask and personally ask for the whereabouts of the man.

Gu Bei drew his knife again and slashed a circle of Deadpool, this group of "invaders" was obviously much stronger than this Nibelungen native, and the slash on the scales was like cut leather.

That's all the alchemy sword?

Gu Bei was very suspicious that the Chen family was using counterfeit goods to trick themselves.

Watching Chu Zihang get up from the ground, Gu Bei no longer wondered whether the alchemy sword in his hand was real or fake, the amount of Deadpool on the opposite side was too large, most of Gu Bei's skills were 1v1 heads-up techniques, and it was either not good for the group, or the effect was not good, which was equivalent to spending ten yuan to do something for five yuan.

Gu Bei tried it before Chu Zihang woke up just now, and Lizi Karma Fire burned a bunch of Deadpools into roast chickens with no hair left, but he didn't burn a few Deadpools.

Gu Bei estimates that it should be a matter of rank, ordinary elements can cause damage to Deadpool, but it is not fatal, if you really want to sweep through thousands of armies, it must be a special element, or the element rises to a certain purity (such as the temperature of the sun).

After the wind, Qimen has not yet reached that realm.

But Chu Zihang is different, his words and spirit can be regarded as an absolute clearing skill, the temperature close to the sun is absolutely swept away, coupled with the special attribute of burning life, this kind of thing can be found by someone to pile up a proper box and egg-level killer.

I didn't see that a cart full of Scythe and Deadpool had been burned to ashes.

"Senior brother, hurry up and think of a way to take your invincible Jun Yan!"

Chu Zihang got up from the ground and was just about to release Jun Yan, but his eyes fell on him.

Well......

The shirt can't be burned, and if it is burned, it won't be worn, Chu Zihang doesn't think that Gu Bei will take off his beloved Ace Bumpman and put it on himself.

Taking off his shirt and tying it around his waist, the golden boy shone brightly, and the language of the gods came out of his mouth.

The flames rushed like a monstrous wave.

Huh?

Chu Zihang was suddenly stunned, because ......

No, my Junyan hasn't been released yet, where did you get such a big fire from?

Not only Chu Zihang, but Gu Bei also sensed that something was wrong, as for what was wrong......

Chu Zihang of Temeow was behind him, how could this fire burn from the front?!

If this special meow can't see that something is wrong, Gu Bei's eyeballs can be donated to people in need.

Not only that, with the arrival of the flames, two strong dragon's blood smells rushed into Gu Bei's olfactory range.

One of the smells was very familiar, the smell of gunsmoke like fire, Gu Bei definitely didn't smell wrong, after all, he had traveled with the owner of the smell for a year.

It's Old Don.

But the other smell was very unfamiliar.

The breath of ordinary earth is as thick as the earth, but it is not Xia Mi, compared to Xia Mi's strength is weaker, so the breath is also weaker, and perhaps because of authority, Xia Mi's breath is not the thickness of the earth, but more like the flying sand and dust.

Could it be ...... Another person on the throne of the earth and the mountains?

Before Gu Bei could draw a conclusion, a huge shadow broke through the flames and flew towards the ground.

It was a real dragon, the same as the one Gu Bei saw in Changbai Mountain.

No, it's not the same!

This dragon is far more noble and intimidating than the second-generation species that has lost its brains.

There are no words to describe his ancient and majestic body, he is clearly a reptile, but far more beautiful than any reptile.

It's just that that beauty is dark beauty, majestic beauty, and deep beauty, which is awe-inspiring.

The blue-black scales of his body opened and closed in turn from front to back, making a sound of metal clashing, and his bony face carried the majesty of a monarch, and he stepped on the corpse of Deadpool and landed on the ground, spreading his huge black wings and screaming sharply.

Chu Zihang looked at the behemoth in front of him, and suddenly admired the hero of dragon slaying in history, who could stand tall and draw his sword in front of such a giant creature.

He didn't know that there were very few people in history who could face the Gu Long True Body like this.

The form of a dragon is still very abstract for a hybrid, and few people have ever seen an ancient dragon in its true form, and this creature has the ability to completely alter its skeletal structure to disguise itself, so the dragons in ancient texts are sometimes winged four-legged dinosaurs, sometimes beautiful Naga, and sometimes long, one-horned snakes.

The steps of painting the dragon are "one painting of antlers, two shrimps, three paintings of dog nose and four cow mouths, five paintings of lion mane and six fish scales, seven paintings of snake body and eight flames, and nine paintings of chicken feet and dragon painting", to put it bluntly, it is a "nine dislike".

Even if he really saw the true body of the ancient dragon, at such a close distance, even if it was a dragon slaying hero in history, half of them would die because of a burst heart, and Chu Zihang could still stand intact, and he was even considering whether to follow the example of his predecessors and pull out the knife in his hand.

The reason why he didn't slay the dragon on the spot was entirely because the other party had just helped him and Gu Bei.

Although Gu Bei smelled the smell of Old Tang, in Chu Zihang's perspective, it was not Old Tang who set fire to Deadpool, but the huge lizard with strange patterns in front of him.

After having the lessons of Xia Mi and Lao Tang, Chu Zihang no longer used the sideways push tactics of slashing without saying a word when facing dragons, but began to learn to distinguish positions.

It turns out that this big lizard is its own person.

Because Chu Zihang saw a "small point" come out of the lizard's scales, although he was not short, but compared to the huge body of the dragon, it was indeed a small point.

It's Old Don!

"Old Gu! Zihang! You're finally here! I miss you guys! ”

Old Tang jumped off the dragon's body with a handful of snot and tears, and then tried to hug Gu Bei......

didn't hug it, Gu Bei was afraid that he would rub his snot on his clothes.

Old Tang turned around, hugged Chu Zihang, and wiped all his snot on the clothes around Chu Zihang's waist.

Gu Bei: ...... It seems to be mine too.