Not far from Mt. Fuji, a feminine young man and a man wearing a minister's mask sit across from each other drinking tea, with a door open to the left, a balcony outside, and Japan's most famous mountain, Mount Fuji in the distance.

Unfortunately, it is now sealed in colorful smoke, and I can't enjoy the beautiful view of Mt. Fuji.

The king will say in the fanatical tone of a believer: "The legend of the Yaki Orochi is true, and that perfect posture ...... No, God's body would be more perfect, He is the most perfect creature in the world! ”

Gen Zhinu stared at the ever-changing weather, they were still some distance away from Mt. Fuji, but now that the weather here was also affected, it could be seen that it was not a small character who woke up this time.

"Are you sure that three-headed dragon is not a god?"

At the moment when the high priest came out of the water, they all saw the pretentious figure, and they were all amazed that there really was such a perfect creation in the world.

"The elemental turbulence of God's resurrection will be even greater than this, and the whole of Tokyo will cheer for His coming." Wang Jiang said.

"Then what do you mean by letting people ambush the Snake Eight Family?"

The king was stunned and said in a serious voice: "The three of them are uncertain factors, and they must die in this great cause of slaying dragons!" But it doesn't matter, the secret party will remember their contributions, and the bloody story of their death with the dragon will live on for generations to come. ”

Chen Mo and the three of them were sent by Ange, and they have super combat power, which is a very unstable variable. He does not allow too many variables in his plans, and his path to domination must not have uncontrollable factors.

"The hypocrisy and stinky face of the capitalists is really disgusting, and such a good tea has been wasted in vain."

Ruri Kazama poured out the tea with a disgusted expression, then got up, picked up a long knife and left the place.

…………

On the mountainside of Mt. Fuji, the silver-white dragon flapped its wings and a whirlwind blew, lifting its massive body.

"Human, die!!"

Thunder dominates.

Stirring lightning flickered above His head, making a deafening roar.

Click!

A lightning bolt several meters thick suddenly fell, like a pale tower linking heaven and earth, aiming at the two of them.

Chen Mo and Chu Zihang dodged and dodged, only to see that the surface of the lake hit by the thunder suddenly erupted with a large white smoke and a terrifying stabbing sound.

"Damn, magical girls can't fly, it's a pit! And we also have the ability to attack from a distance! Chen Mo said angrily.

Magical girls are strong, but they just can't fly, and they can't attack with magic, like the high priest in front of them, most of the time they can't do anything at all.

Unless you use your speed to knock it down.

But once they miss, then they have no point in the air to borrow, and they are live targets.

Chu Zihang sank into the dantian, closed his fist in his waist and abdomen, aimed at the high priest in the sky, and threw a punch, the strong force squeezed in the air, and the fist wind formed sprayed out.

But it was soon blocked by a wall formed by a whirlwind.

Chu Zihang said: "He should have an ability similar to a sickle, without any dead ends!" It is also perceptible to some intangible things. ”

"You can also use the wind to form a barrier to block our attacks, damn, it's so aggrieved."

Chen Mo kicked his legs, and the terrifying power burst out, and his figure aimed at the high priest's body like a rocket, and rushed forward.

Seeing this, the high priest controlled the wind flow near his body, making his body light, and his body was as easy as a swallow to dodge Chen Mo's attack.

Then, the two dragon heads on the high priest's shoulders spewed out high-temperature dragon flames, and the flames that soared into the sky instantly devoured Chen Mo's figure.

When I saw Eri Yi below, I was very angry!

She drew the long cherry-red knife from her waist and pointed it at what appeared to be a creature in the sky. Eri closed one eye and aimed at Ghidorah, and then Sakura's lips opened lightly, reciting a language that was not human.

"Death!"

Judgment is coming!

Suddenly, the High Priest felt countless air wind blades suddenly appear in the air, and the wind blades swept towards him with the will of death.

He is the High Priestess of the Dragons, the being who presides over the spirits of speech and sacrifice, and is familiar with all the spirits of speech.

He instantly analyzed the information brought back by the sickle that this was the Transcendent Word Spirit, Judgment, and was second only to the Extinction Spirit of Speech.

Bronze Throne of the Spirit of Words.

A dustless place.

The Body of Rock.

With the blessing of several defensive attributes, the judgment finally fell on him, and the breath of death was permeated.

The high priest's eyes burst with a fiery color of gold, like a raging fire.

Judgment!

Another breath of death erupted from within him, colliding head-on with the breath of death that enveloped him.

Out of nowhere, the air currents scattered in all directions, and his massive body shifted a little unsteadily, but it was fine.

The scythe flew back from all directions, and he quickly locked on to the half-breed who was using the judgment, a red-haired woman dressed in a shrine maiden costume who reminded him of the former human high priest, who seemed to be called ...... Monthly reading.

Roar!

Flame of the Spirit!

Junyan has a large area of blasting capacity and a very high temperature, which is very suitable for blasting operations.

The terrifying fire elemental converged over the shrine, and the temperature rose rapidly, and Eri stared at the fireball and spat out the word again.

"Death."

The flame goes out, as if it were covered by a glass cover, resulting in a lack of oxygen and making it impossible for the flame to survive.

"See how many times you can use it!"

To use a powerful spirit of words, you need to have a strong body, and some super-high-level spirit spirits, even if they are pure-blooded dragons, need to be used when the dragon body is condensed.

For example, in ancient times, in order to prevent the resurgence of the king, those usurped people brazenly used the power of the white king to simulate the Shiva karmic dance and return to the ruins, and after only holding on for less than ten seconds, the body turned into powder.

Although it was a bit embarrassing that they were defeated in the end, there was no comparison between the half-bloods and the pure-blooded dragons with dragon bodies.

The dragon's breath erupted, and the devastating flames burned in, and Eri was about to give another order to the flames, but the pain in her body caused cold sweat to break out on her forehead.

Gen Zhisheng knows about Eri's condition. Urging the spirit of speech requires mobilizing the dragon's blood in her body, and every time the dragon's blood boils, it will erode Eri's body, causing her to transform in the direction of Deadpool.

But the golden pupils in the eyes of the painted pear clothes are still flickering, and the embroidered eyebrows are frowned, as if they are going to be compulsory.

"Eri, stop, don't use it!"

Gen Zhisheng roared and grabbed the wrist of Eri Yi, who had already appeared with white scales.

At this moment, the crimson flame had already come to the two of them, and the high temperature ignited the shrine instantly, and Gen Zhisheng opened the keel state, blocked in front of Eri Yi, and hugged her tightly.

Boom!

In the next second, a strong gale rolled up behind him with a loud bang, and a tall shadow of about two meters appeared in Yuan Zhisheng's field of vision.

It's them!

"Drink!"

Chen Mo shouted angrily and slapped out.

In the blink of an eye, like a typhoon, the palm wind brought by the palm of the hand destroyed a large number of buildings in the shrine, and fell on the dragon's breath in a roar.

Half of the dragon's breath was annihilated on the spot, and the other half was blocked from the gale, unable to move forward.

Chen Mo took off his stocking hood, looked at Eri Yi with an unhappy face, and asked, "Hey, Eri Yi, this is our battle, why are you interfering?" ”

"Because it hurt you, I want to protect you." Eri is like a little girl who has made a mistake, anxiously defending.

"Senior brother and Lu Mingfei are my buddies, what about you, in what capacity do you protect me."