This is...... What's the situation!?

Yuan Zhisheng slowly lowered his head and watched Yuan Zhinu fall in a pool of blood, and Tian Congyun, who was the murder weapon, was firmly held in his hand.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his arm, and Cong Yun also rotated like a finger in his arm that day, without any stiff feeling.

I...... Again...... Kill the child?

Gen Zhisheng felt the fall again in an instant, but this time it was not in the dream that the White King had created for him, but in reality.

He heard the young girl singing, and the smell of blood in the air quickly receded, replaced by the smell of grass and trees, and the sound of gurgling water from far and near.

Then the clouds covered the moon, and the boundless trees fell, and then it began to rain.

In the midst of the heavy rain, a well appeared in front of him.

The water at the bottom of the well was soaked red with blood, and the source of the blood, the Yuan Girl, was still bleeding from his body, staring at him with a desolate look.

"Brother, why should we be enemies of each other? A long, long time ago, there were only the two of us in this world, and neither of us could live without the other. ”

He said this with sadness in his voice.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the Yuan Zhinu at the bottom of the well fixedly, and the surrounding scene all faded, only the appearance of the Yuan Zhinu overlapped with the present.

He stabbed the knife into Genju's body again.

The scene in front of him made him think that he had not come out of the consciousness space at all, and everything was still an illusion arranged for him by the White King.

However, everything that has changed around him proves to him:

Here, that's the reality.

The endless hunting around seemed to smell the aroma of imperial blood, and became more and more restless, this is the reality.

The black sun behind Uesugi shook and let out a roar, if it weren't for the fact that he was still dealing with the hordes of hunters, he would almost turn around and slash Gen Zhisheng, this is reality.

The rain in the sky is falling down, and all around is the ruins caused by the battle, which is also a reality.

He killed Gen Zhinu, this is the reality.

A great fear enveloped Gen Zhisheng, his expression became hideous, he gritted his teeth and raised his arms, his eyes were about to split.

Wrong......

Something is wrong!

That moment just now...... Something controlled my hand and stabbed it!

Be...... White King!

He lifted the clouds and stabbed himself in the heart with all his strength, but the sharp blade stopped a few millimeters from his body.

Then the empty right hand gave himself a slap.

Gen Zhisheng swore that he absolutely did not control what his right hand did just now, and he did not let his left hand stop.

But his body did it without permission.

"White King! You're not dead! ”

The White King Heras, under the slash that squeezed out the source and almost destroyed the entire consciousness space, actually maintained the existence of consciousness and did not completely dissipate.

It even took advantage of the weak consciousness of the source childish life to take over the control of the body - but it was not completely uninjured, otherwise it could not just control the body.

Right now...... What to do?

Yuan Zhisheng only remembered the method of condensing consciousness that Gu Bei taught him, and Gu Bei's explanation was: "The White King will definitely find a way to erase your consciousness, this is a killer feature, be cautious when using it." ”

But Gu Bei didn't teach him the method of taking the initiative to dive into the sea of consciousness, so if Yuan Zhisheng wanted to enter the deep consciousness to completely eliminate the White King, he could only wait for the White King to take the initiative to pull him down.

And when the White King dived without Genzhisheng...... What should he do with the White King?

The only way Gen Zhisheng can think of is suicide.

However, although the white king was not lightly injured, he still managed to control Yuan Zhisheng's body.

Thinking about suicide?

There are no doors!

Suddenly, a crack actually opened on Yuan Zhisheng's face, and then this gap grew rapidly, growing teeth, tongues, vocal cords, and finally a complete mouth!

Then, the mouth actually spoke: "You take it for granted, boy. ”

It's too much to take for granted.

Why is it that if consciousness is gone, it must die?

Is it okay to hide?

He searched the entire consciousness space, but he didn't find a single point with black, representing the consciousness of the White King.

But he overlooked a blind spot.

In fact, there is black in the consciousness space, and the White King is hiding in it, but Yuan Zhisheng didn't pay attention.

That is, the black sun under the feet of Yuan Zhisheng.

I have to say that the blow that Gen Zhisheng has condensed all his power is indeed powerful enough.

Even the White King, who was as famous as the Black King, was hit hard by his consciousness body after facing such a knife, and his already incomplete soul was further shattered.

The white king swore that he would never pretend to be forced again in the future.

And after a hard stab, the seriously injured White King quickly hid in the shade of the black sun, making Yuan Zhisheng mistakenly think that he was dead.

This is the trick of King Gou from thousands of years to the present,

To be honest, this is also the White King who controls the spiritual element. in order to escape a way out of that knife.

The knife that Yuan Zhisheng swung, as long as the opposite side is not the black and white king, just change to a dragon king, and the other side is afraid that he won't even have time to say his last words.

However, even the White King, under that infinitely powerful blow, could only end up with a lingering end.

If Yuan Zhisheng had the ability to see through the soul, he would definitely be able to see the miserable appearance of the White King now.

The scales on the entire soul had been peeled off, and the fleshy body was like a fish that had been scraped over its scales, and the entire hole in the chest and abdomen was opened, revealing severely damaged organs, and more than two hundred of the thousands of dragon bones had been broken.

After the soul of an ordinary person is injured, the soul form remains unchanged, and the injury on the soul will be directly reflected on the body, and the soul will only bear the pain when injured and the subsequent consumption of recovery.

But the White King has no flesh now.

Without the bearing of the body, the wound on the soul will directly manifest itself in the form of a physical injury.

That's why the soul of the White King is such a miserable appearance.

Moreover, this form of soul injury is more difficult to recover from than the usual injury, just like a computer that originally ran with a dual core, and suddenly became a single core, it is normal for the computing speed to slow down.

However, no matter how the White King is said to be, the Dragon King who controls the spiritual power, even if he is seriously injured, it is not to be underestimated.

In terms of volume alone, the human soul itself is not in the same order of magnitude as the soul of a dragon, and the gap between the soul of a human and a dragon king is basically the same as that between a human and a dog.

Not to mention that the White King is also a leader in the spiritual level.

Moreover, the difficulty of controlling the mind and controlling the body is itself heaven and earth.

Therefore, since there is no way to directly occupy all of them, it is better to control the mobility of this body first.

Moreover, if you don't let Yuan Zhisheng take over quickly, the handsome little girl outside is afraid that she will directly "destroy" this body.

This is what the White King does not want to see.

Therefore, at the juncture when both consciousness and body were facing a life-and-death crisis, the white king shamefully hid and put the pot on Yuan Zhisheng's head.

These two brothers are like their own nemesis, and if they can solve one today, they will solve the other.

With this thought, the white king controlled his body and stabbed Yuan Zhisheng in the back, so that Yuan Zhinu experienced the feeling of being stabbed in the waist by his own brother for the second time.

Tsk, it's still the old way, it's still the old taste.

Very happy.

Of course, in fact, the White King doesn't care about the mood of the source and the child, and now it just feels free.

After thousands of years, it has finally come to this world again.

Unlike other kings, the White King cannot set eggs.

Because it is a sinner, a traitor.

The Black King took away most of the power given to him at the beginning, and even made him fall from the level of the Dragon King for a time, and for a time he couldn't even compare to the level of the half-blood.

It was nailed to a bronze pillar, and it was tormented day and night.

It is sunk into the sea of ice, and it will never be able to see the light of the world.

It is taken from it and cannot be reborn, it cannot be cocooned, and the soul will quickly dissipate after death.

And now, everything it lost is back.

Freedom, beauty, power and power.

Everything is back in hand, and the rest of the story does not belong to the king named "White", but simply to the dragon named Heras.

It's really good.

It laughed, but it seemed to forget that he was now just a mouth, growing on Genzhisheng's face.

Yuan Zhisheng slapped Heras in the face, slapping Heras into a daze.

Now this body is shared by two people, and when one party is in control, the other party loses control, and if both parties want to control the body, the winner is determined by the strength of the consciousness and soul.

Heras didn't pay attention for a moment just now, and the control of his body was snatched back by Yuan Zhisheng, and he was about to stab himself with a knife.

Heras hurriedly controlled his other hand to stop it, and the sharp celestial cloud pierced into his hand, and even cut off the palm of his hand, and finally got stuck in the bone, which was strengthened by the blood of the holy remains, the bones of the White King.

On the other side, Uesugi was almost stupid, and he was stunned, and two more hunters passed through the dense knife net, and then were swept into it by the black sun.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The applause came from far and near, and Uesugi suddenly felt that the hunting group in front of him seemed to be ...... Not so crazy anymore.

Is it constrained?

Hunt and Deadpool, although they are called differently and have different morphologies, are essentially two different forms of the same lifeform.

All of the Nibelungens have Deadpool.

And all Deadpools living in the Nibelungen are subject to the Lord of the Nibelungen.

So, the person who came this time is the owner of this place?

The hunters suddenly dispersed, retreating to either side like welcoming waiters, revealing a wide passageway.

Genjisheng and Heras's consciousness were still engaged in a tug-of-war over there, and Uesugi opened his travel bag and knocked the remaining knives inside to the ground.

In fact, there are not many handfuls left, they are all prepared after the Onimaru Kunitsuna, and the quality is average.

Uesugi picked two of them in his hand and waited for them.

The footsteps of "Da Da Da" seemed to step on everyone's heartbeat, and Uesugi Yue's palms tightened.

A holder of a Nibelungen.

This identity is very telling.

The Dragonlord, or the Dragonlord who helped the Dragonlord manage the Nibelungen?

Either way, it's not easy to mess with.

However, unexpectedly, in the middle of the passage, a humanoid creature appeared.

A tall guy in a cloak.

Is it the same thing as those two guys?

The more Uesugi remembered the transparent fog and the pitch-black Fukin.

It's just that the comer ignored him, and instead focused all his attention on Yuan Zhisheng.

"It's really unexpected, I didn't expect it to be able to form this form." He spoke, his voice full of amazement and admiration.

The hunter behind him re-staked the passage.

However, these lifeless creatures don't seem to be so crazy anymore, and instead they start to enforce bans, like the army stationed in the Nibelungen.

Uesugi and Gen Zhisheng both heard each other's words, and the person who said it didn't hide his voice in the first place, not that he originally said it to the two of them.

Under the gaze of Uesugi and Genji, the visitor took off the hat of his cloak and revealed a rather handsome western face.

It's a pity that that handsome face is covered with cyan scales, which looks particularly hideous.

He bowed down and performed a standard medieval etiquette.

"Your Majesty, the Acting Companion of the God King greets you."

God-King Surrogate...... What's that?

A question mark appeared in the heads of Gen Zhisheng and Uesugi Yue, and the mouth on Gen Zhisheng's face did make a sound: "Tsk, don't fix these haves and haves, you know me, then you should also know, I'm an old antique, I don't know any of the guys who popped up behind me, and I directly reported the name of your king." ”

Heras's tone was impulsive, but the man in the cloak did not show any mood fluctuations because of this, but smiled faintly, the scales on his face were huddled together, glowing with a cold light: "Okay, please know, my god king, named Odin." ”

Odin!?

Uesugi and Gen narrowed their eyes.

This title is thunderous, not as a god king in Norse mythology, but as a dragon king.

Gu Beiyou mentioned to them that there was the shadow of Odin behind this incident, and gave the two of them a detailed introduction to the mastermind behind the scenes.

I didn't think of meeting in such a place in this way.

So, here is Odin's Nibelungen?

The two of them kept thinking, but the white king didn't know what Odin was: "Why is it a little familiar...... Could it be an acquaintance? Hell, are there any old guys in my time who survived? Is it cocooned once? ”

The White King's questions were one after another, but the man in the cloak didn't seem to have the meaning to answer it: "I don't know so much about it, I just help the Lord and take away one thing." ”

"What's that?" Bai Wang's eyes were cold, "Go back and tell the master of the house that nothing will work, and let him keep the dog on a leash." ”

"Well, it's not up to you to decide."

The man in the cloak whispered in a low voice, and then appeared in front of Gen Zhisheng in an instant.

"Your Majesty, borrow the keel cross!"

Some people died, but not completely......