The Dragon King is a formidable and difficult opponent to defeat.

This is not the first time that Gen Zhisheng has recognized this so clearly.

From more than a year ago, Gen Zhisheng knew what kind of existence the Dragon King was.

On that day, he confronted the incomplete Lord of Bronze and Fire.

But even if it was an incomplete dragon king, it also made Yuan Zhisheng see his insignificance clearly.

White King Blood? Imperial Blood Succession? Shadow Emperor?

In the face of absolute strength, identity is just toilet paper on the table.

Yuan Zhisheng knows very well that he is just a "shadow emperor".

Perhaps, he is still the weakest actor in the history of the Eight Snake Families.

The bloodline is not comparable to his younger brother, Yan Ling is not comparable to his sister, and his strength is not as good as his father.

Not to mention the ancestors who killed demons and slayed ghosts.

Further up, there is a strong man like Ange, who has been rampant for a century, and Gu Bei, who has grown savagely......

The heroes of the world are like carp crossing the river.

So how strong should the dragon king be?

Yuan Zhisheng couldn't imagine that kind of powerful, stronger seed also sprouted at this time, slowly growing until it blossomed and bore fruit - Yuan Zhisheng decided to fuse the holy remains.

An unusually bold and dangerous idea, but there is one thing that Gen Zhisheng can confirm - the White King is dead.

The successful fusion of the holy remains represents his will to kill the White King and take away the White King's power.

The fusion of the holy remains failed, and the White King didn't have time to leave the eggs, so he would be killed by Gu Bei and the others who blocked the door.

Regardless of whether the fusion of the holy relics succeeds or fails, the White King is dead.

But there is a glimmer of life.

If the relics are fused, he will be able to survive and control the power of the dragon king as a human.

This is something that has never been done before or since.

With this power, Yuan Zhisheng can do anything, just like the future that the White King has woven for him, settle the ghosts, solve Herzog, lead the Eight Snake Families to break away from Kassel, and fulfill a long-cherished wish for many years.

But the premise of everything is that Yuan Zhisheng can seize this line of vitality.

He must take out the White King before his body is killed and regain control of his body.

And in front of him was the dragon king who was on the same level as the ancestor of the dragon, the black king Nidhogg, the white king Heras.

It was a huge white, dragon-like creature that was suspended in front of Yuan Zhisheng.

It was surrounded by clouds, occasionally illuminated by white-purple electric light, and its wings flapped slowly, sending a wind through the sea of consciousness.

Just like the dragon-shaped Deadpool that Gen Zhisheng had seen before, the python-like slender and powerful tail writhed soothingly, with a bewitching and sexy aura, reminiscent of the writhing waist of a dancer.

Its image is so distorted and yet so beautiful, a mixture of holy and evil elements that even a teacher of demonology can hardly imagine such a thing.

Dragon King!

Holy, great, ancient King!

White King Heras!

It floated in front of Yuan Zhisheng, and between one breath and one breath, the entire consciousness space also vibrate.

It danced wildly with the clouds and mist, wielding its power unleashed, its muscles rolling beneath its scales like waves, and the invisible realm spread out around him, eroding the space around him little by little.

This is the consciousness of the two sides is stabbing at each other, and the black and white sides are fighting each other, but it is obviously the white king's side that is superior.

Gen Zhisheng felt the pain of tearing, and the sound of something breaking seemed to sound in his consciousness.

Consciousness itself does not make sounds, it is just an illusion of the source child—an illusion caused by the fragmentation of consciousness.

But Yuan Zhisheng didn't care.

Against the pain of torn consciousness, he poured all his attention into the two knives in his hands, trying to make them more real and powerful.

He raised his head and looked up at the White King flying above.

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The golden hole was like a mirror, reflecting the arrogant ant.

Flight, the innate ability of dragons, is also the most difficult point for hybrids to overcome in the dragon slaying business.

Even after the invention of the airplane, this point still cannot be well overcome, after all, random cannot follow the dragon slayer to fly as he wants, and he is a big step behind in terms of maneuverability alone.

But the good thing here is not reality.

This is the sea of consciousness.

Here, Yuan Zhisheng can do everything he wants, even the huge dragon power and the pain of torn consciousness can't make Yuan Zhisheng shake in the slightest.

Yuan Zhisheng carefully recalled the trick that Gu Bei had taught him, and slowly floated up, on a par with the White King.

I don't know when, two round celestial bodies rose in the consciousness space on both sides of black and white, a round of black sun burned in the white on the side of the source child, and a full moon fainted in the black space on the side of the white king.

The light leaked in, illuminating the upright figure of the dragon-slaying hero, as well as the monstrous body and huge membranous wings of the evil dragon, and the shadows hundreds of meters long were projected down, like a demon escaping from Solomon's Codex.

As if offended, the Venerable King preemptively attacked.

The field exploded, and the compressed air made a thunderstorm-like sound, like a giant cannon being fired.

The devil knows where the air comes from in the consciousness space, but it makes sense, the consciousness space, what you want.

There will never be such a strong wind on the earth, this is the power modified with consciousness, and it has been amplified by the White King to the limit that consciousness can withstand.

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Its massive wings envelop the neck and head of its upper body, creating itself into a sharp warhead, and the speed and force of its impact are enough to create a new canyon on any continent.

In comparison, Yuan Zhisheng is not even as big as the nail on the front of it, and it can wear Yuan Zhisheng into a sugar gourd with a light touch.

At this time, Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes.

Golden Boy!

The golden boy is incomparably bright!

It's not a half-blood, it's a golden boy who belongs to a dragon!

Like a cold snake, like a wolf staring at its prey.

Aim, pounce!

A knife is cut out, and the world is wrong!

Yuan Zhisheng stepped on the black sun under his feet, and the blue sky was also turned upside down, turning into a beautiful sea and sky with white on the top and blue on the bottom.

The huge body of the dragon was cut in two, and the two huge eyeballs located in the two halves of the body looked at Yuan Zhisheng with the same incredulity, as if they were shocked by the huge power just now.

The white light did not disappear after slashing the dragon, but kept moving forward, cutting a rift in the pitch-black space, and then the rift expanded to both sides, annihilating all the black it touched.

The whole world, centered on this indomitable sword light, quickly dyed white on both sides.

Gen Zhisheng was still in a slashing posture.

In fact, if this sword can't successfully destroy the soul of the White King, then everything is over.

Yuan Zhisheng blocked everything on that knife, and after cutting out that knife, his consciousness was completely exhausted, and in order to pursue maximum damage, he also used Gu Beijiao's secret technique, which caused him to be in a state of deficit now.

It can be said that if he is not the core of the space of consciousness, then what awaits him is complete dissipation—in every sense.

At that time, even if he solves the White King, it won't make much sense.

But now this situation should be the best outcome.

White King ...... It should be dead...... Right?

Yuan Zhisheng slowed down for a while, and finally felt a little strength, looked around, and didn't see that there was still a black place around.

In other words, the consciousness of the White King was wiped out by himself?

It's not easy......

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and finally fell down in the dark.

The human body enters consciousness after falling asleep, and dreams are also the form of consciousness.

What about after the consciousness is sleepy?

will sink into the soul.

Yuan Zhisheng felt the call of his soul.

He struggled, only to find that he could not perceive anything.

It's like the feeling of being dragged into the illusion by the White King.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly panicked.

Could it be ...... The White King is not dead!?

No, in that case, even Gu Bei should be dead.

Can the White King compare to Gu Bei Niupi?

Well, the White King should indeed be better than Gu Bei.

But...... But...... Yuan Zhisheng but did not come out.

He couldn't find any other reason, he could only hope that the knife really killed the White King.

Then he saw the promenade.

A very familiar corridor is the front porch of the shrine of the Snake Eight Families, and Genjisheng likes to stay here on a rainy day and listen to the sound of the rain outside.

It's a fantasy again.

Yuan Zhisheng's heart sank, and he walked along the corridor.

Ahead was a familiar door, and when it was pushed open, a light entered.

Faced with the sudden bright light, Yuan Zhisheng blocked his eyes, and then he saw a knife light.

It was a very beautiful sword, and the cherry red sword light twisted and trembled, like lightning in the brightest lightning.

This knife is like a cherry blossom falling in the empty mountain, and the bright moon is in the sky.

Straight to his face.

And it was his younger brother who was holding the knife.

"Naive...... Female ......?"

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth with some uncertainty, he was not poured into false memories this time, he was not added to any strange settings, and he did not perceive a strange sense of disobedience.

So...... Back to reality?

Yuan Zhinu on the opposite side heard Yuan Zhisheng speak, and her eyes widened in shock, but at this time it was too late to receive it, and Yuan Zhinu could only twist her wrist and let the blade rub Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder and fall to the ground.

"Boom!"

It was hard to imagine that a knife could actually make a heavy hammer, and Gen Zhisheng even felt his body vibrate with the ground.

The Sakura knife was barely half a meter into the ground, and with the landing point as the landing point, it extended out seven or eight meters long slash marks.

If Yuan Zhisheng is allowed to make such a knife in his consciousness, it is estimated that he can easily kill the White King without adding various buffs, and he will not be entangled here whether the White King is dead or not.

"Brother?"

Gen Zhisheng took back the cherry knife and walked up, "Brother, is it really you?"

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and shook his head again.

Yuan Zhinu was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Gen Zhisheng explained, "I did kill the White King, but I always felt as if I hadn't killed it cleanly......

Childish Girl: "......"

What is the operation of not killing clean?

To be on the safe side, Gen Childish decided to test it: "When is your birthday?"

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned: "Which one do you ask?"

"Both."

Gen Zhisheng sighed, "If you're talking about the day Tachibana Masamune adopted me, it was December 25th, Christmas, but I don't like this day, I set the birthdays of the two of us on the day we watched the Leonid meteor shower together."

It's a secret for both of them.

Gen Zhisheng has always felt that he should be a man like a lion, so in the past, when he was not adopted, he set his birthday.

On the day he watched the Leonid meteor shower, he also drove the ranger's helicopter and took the source to the top of the mountain, and the two ate plum rice balls at the top of the mountain.

And Gen Zhisheng also regarded that day as the birthday of the two brothers.

Even though he was later brought back to the Snake Eight Family by Tachibana Masamune, he set his birthday on Christmas with Eri Yi, but in fact, Gen Zhisheng has always lived Leo's birthday.

Unfortunately, the two brothers didn't see the Leonid meteor shower that day, and they never saw the meteor shower together again.

"Brother! It's really you!"

Gen Zhinu excitedly pounced on Yuan Zhisheng and hugged Gen Zhisheng, while Uesugi Yue behind him rolled his eyes: "Two white-eyed wolves, I didn't see the old man, I'm still busy, come and help!"

"Got it!"

The source girl was in a good mood, and even her voice was brisk.

He turned around, only to feel a tingling sensation.

Looking down, a piece of white bone came out of his abdomen.

Sky Clouds!

He turned his head in disbelief and met Gen Zhisheng's frightened expression.