Chen Mo stared at the White King, his wings spread out and fluttered with the air current, Baqi was the biggest reliance on the White King to fight with him at this time.

Ironically, she was a dragon priest known for her spirit of leadership, but she relied on the regenerating dragon body when she died.

Nothing is invincible, and even the ultimate spirit of mixed authority and bloodline is bound to die.

In Japanese mythology, the eight-headed and eight-tailed dragon snake monster was a disaster in Izumo Province, and in seven years, he ate seven maidens of his own mother, and when he was about to eat the eighth pure maiden in the eighth year of fate, he was bewitched by Suzuo no Nan with fine wine, and was killed by the artifact Ten Fists Sword by cutting off all his heads.

This deformed monster originated from the relics of the exile in Japan,

The recurring number "eight" in mythology hints at many things, such as the limit on the number of times Yaqi can be said without the support of authority, such as the fatalistic sense of curse and death.

In the half-breed conjecture, the hero Suno Ozo weakened the Great Snake with mercury, and the artifact Ten Fists must have been a special weapon, some believe that it can disturb the dragon's spirit, making it drunken and dizzy, so that it cannot release the spirit of speech, while others speculate that it can suppress the wounds caused by the blade until it explodes when it is fatal.

Chen Mo knew what the Baqi Great Snake was, that monster was a half-evolved species after receiving the holy remains, with low intelligence, and the instinct of the beast manipulated the body, but his enemy was a sane white king.

Always choose to overestimate the wisdom of your enemies.

"After a thousand healings, won't your spirit feel tired?" The short sword and the long sword in Chen Mo's hand intersected, and the sound of sword friction was clear and pleasant.

"Now you have more powers than I do, and after mastering them your spirit will gain almost unlimited energy and will not be tired."

"It sounds so tempting and fantastical, it's hard to imagine how our ancestors took this world from you."

"It was also a problem for me, and I was already dead by then." The White King let Chen Mo talk to her, and the golden flame slowly repaired the wound on Chen Mo's dragon bone: "Dusk will come sooner or later, this is a mortal situation for humans, become my dragon servant, I can save some humans." ”

"Wouldn't it be better to eat you and do it myself?"

"You know too little, even if you take away my authority, it will only be food, knowledge is power, dragons know this before humans."

"Don't you need to try to know if you can't do it? Until then, you can go with your majesty to sleep in the dragons' hell. Chen Mo's wrist turned, and the Han sword was as silver as a flower.

A killing game for the perfect dragon body slowly opened, it began with the birth of the two dragon kings, and continued to improve in the collision of death again and again, the eyes of the white king saw all this, but she was indifferent, just the killing intent in her eyes.

At the bottom of the Ice Sea, a copper pillar engraved with inscriptions slowly fell to the bottom of the sea, this is a part of the Ice Sea Copper Pillar, the matrix on it has long been broken, but under the power that never dissipates, it still relentlessly curses the biggest traitor in the history of the dragon clan.

A few moments ago, it was slowly tampered with and perfected by a pair of spiritual hands, leading to an unfathomable abyss.

"Your dragon servant told me that I was like a dragon," Chen Mo's burning flames dimmed, but the runes on his bones became brighter and brighter: "It's really unpleasant, I've always thought of myself as a real human, but you think that's a compliment." ”

"Whether in terms of physical strength or soul tenacity, we are indeed above humans." The words of the white king are neither salty nor salty.

"That sounds right." Chen Mo smiled: "But now it's fucking humans who call the shots on this planet." ”

"It's just a fluke."

"Fluke? I hope that when you were reincarnated into the embryo created by the Black King, it was also a fluke. Blood began to flow from the blades of his two swords, starting with the red inscription until the blade was all stained red, and the flowing blood coagulated on it, not a drop dropped.

"The Bootstrap has been reshaped by me, and the Black Emperor's curse will kill both of us at once." He smirked and charged against the razor-sharp clouds of heaven and death.

The white blade pierced the sternum and stabbed through the crack into the pure golden flames, advancing in obstruction, finally piercing the dragons

The spine of one of the "Three Lives". Amazingly, the White King gave up the good opportunity to cut Chen Mo open, the vacant arm and claw were raised, the dragon scales flowed with a bright white light, and the unparalleled power gathered into the open five claws, descending towards the sky below ten thousand meters.

The huge iceberg seemed to appear on the surface of the sea covered with ice floe in an instant, and pressed down with the unstoppable momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming peak.

The extremely dull sound of underwater vibration, the fierce impact sound sounded at the bottom of the sea, and the violent ripples spread everywhere from the bottom of the sea as the source, and it was not far away to disappear invisibly, but with the continuous rise of the epicenter, it seemed that the beast hidden deep in the bottom of the sea would rise one day, carrying destruction with it.

The White King used the Spirit of Words to stop that thing! Pierced by a sword, Chen Mo seemed to be completely unhindered, the short sword nailed the left shoulder of the white king, the long sword pierced through the heart, and the bright gold and white streamer combined together and fell to the ground at great speed.

Blood surged into the White King's body through the wound of the blade, her power swelled, and even the spirit body bloomed with dazzling brilliance, the White King indifferently admired the killing game completed by Chen Mo, and the black air flow followed the wisps of blood that brought power into her dragon body, which was the wine that Chen Mo personally brewed to poison the White King.

A line of the Moldy Lake stretched out from the bottom of the sea, splitting into two as it approached the two fallen gods, connecting Chen Mo's skull and the White King's heart Destiny and Regularity lines connected the two

The life of the "god" and the curse of the bronze pillar of the sea of ice are combined, and there is no escape!

The Black Emperor is the dragon that represents despair, and in Norse mythology, she is the ringer of Ragnarok, the end of fate, a fatalistic curse that haunts the White King for eternity, whether it is cocooning reincarnation, resurrection from the dead, or even just a thief who has stolen power.

The slender black shadow passed through the created iceberg in an instant, and the majestic power of words and spirits was easily torn apart, and the surging killing machine locked onto the two dragons who were still killing each other.

Dangerous. Their souls frantically warn that death has buried its face in their necks, sucking the fragrance of life into their throats.

The White King lowered his head, the strength of the royal domain overwhelmed Chen Mo's realm in an instant, and the chanting sounded synchronously, she also needed to chant the spirit of the words?

The wind elemental within a radius of 10,000 meters was drained, and a storm that blocked everything was about to come out.

However, the chanting stopped abruptly, and Chen Mo's spirit suddenly rose, and the spear was aimed at the two of them, but this madman was not worried that he would also be stabbed to death, and did his best to cancel the spirit that actually protected the two of them.

The majesty of the dragon king was pressed down to death, Chen Mo grabbed the right hand of the alchemy sword blade and reluctantly forced, and Mo Sheng, who pierced into the atrium, stirred wildly, but the white king's heart was still transfusing blood to all parts of the body when it was broken, and the curse continued to accumulate in the white king's dragon body.

"You die and I die, and I will never die, there is a person in the second middle school who once described the war between the dragons to me like this." His voice was full of nostalgia, but the sharp teeth of the bone dragon bit the throat of the white emperor fiercely, and blood splattered out of it, it was highly poisonous, and it was also the elixir of transformation, which was swaying wantonly in the air at this time, with the aroma of power and power.

Not far in the air, the black shadow finally revealed its true appearance. It was a spear from hell, strange and terrifying, with a vicious curse aura, the texture of the spear was originally bronze, but the pure black scales grew strangely from the metal, the spear blade at the front end was sharp and twisted, and the piercing edge was similar to the white king's heavenly clouds, but with an extremely aggressive aura of destruction, as if it was an evil dragon completely dominated by bloodthirsty instincts, and the black flames burned quietly on the spear, like a shadow dragged behind.

"You're really going out of your way." Chen Mo heard the dragon in front of him whisper with emotion, as if he was talking to the emperor across time.

The spear of hell carries the supreme and supreme power of the Black King, Chen Mo tears a blood mark on the flawless dragon body of the White King, and the bronze pillar that falls into the bottom of the sea will undergo a corresponding transformation, in order to completely wipe out the transformation of the revived throne, Chen Mo does not know how to kill the White King who has Baqi, but the Supreme must be very clear ten thousand years ago.

The existing runes on that bronze pillar could not be modified at all, but they could be expanded to a certain extent. The sweet wine continued to flow into the body of the White King, which was the stolen goods stolen by Chen Mo, and the power stolen in a very short period of time had been controlled by Chen Mo, but he could not erase the mark left by the White King for thousands of years, and the result was that he also had to bear the curse of the Black King.

With the loss of authority, the black spear and the one on his body

The "line" is getting more and more tangled. Until the blood on the long and short sword suddenly dried up, only sixty percent of what remained on him symbolized the power and power of the spirit, which was a line he had set, beyond this limit, his spirit was easily swallowed by the White King in a short time.

This is the boundless abyss, Chen Mo is walking a tightrope on it, both sides are the result of broken bones, destroyed by the aftermath of the Black King's curse, and pinched to death by the White King who restored his authority.

The spear of the Destined Judgment has been aligned with the flesh and soul of the White King. The vast power gradually rose, and after returning the authority, Chen Mo's royal domain was compressed on the edge of his skeleton, and the one step was almost a spirit invasion, but the white king was also the limit to do this step.

"My majesty is long dead, but the curse of his power can't kill me." She seemed to be speaking to Chen Mo, who was extremely weak compared to before.

He spread out the dragon's claws, and the tiny white points of light slowly condensed in them, exuding a dark light, but if he opened the eyes of spiritual vision, what he saw was by no means a glimmer, it was a small star as white as snow, a pure creation, the original golden spiritual element faded all colors, and turned into something unknown to become a part of it.

The spear burning with hell flames seemed to have received great stimulation because of this strange point of light, and a dragon roar sounded in Chen Mo's ears, but he could clearly feel the anger and deepest resentment of the emperor in it, and the flame light roared like a shadow dragged behind him at high speed, with the will to judge.

The glimmer of light lit up a little, and the white stars in the spiritual vision realm visibly expanded, and the surrounding elements gradually faded and were swallowed into it, and the rings as smooth as white jade circled behind her, like the aura of the angel who had been given to the Lord behind her.

The book of Revelation says that fallen angels

Before his rebellion, "Lucifer" was the most beautiful and authoritative of all the angels in Heaven, and no other angel could compare with his brilliance and courage.

That's power. The spirit of words that does not exist in the order list, the pure end, the end of the spirit of words.

The "Divine Silence" White King has now recovered more than half of his power, but it is related

"Spiritual", she is only forty percent. But she used it anyway

"Divine silence". The white dots of light flickered towards the black spear. A sun appeared in the sky, which was close at a short distance.

Half pure black, half white.

"Oh God." Alfred, who had risen from the sea of ice, slowly looked up at the extreme majesty, his eyes glazed.

Aside from the half-breeds in the ice sea, the only people in the world can see God's presence in Valhalla, an old man and two stallions.

Ange's face was a little gloomy, as if it could drip water, Pompeii's face was full of admiration and admiration for the beautiful art, and Flamel looked twice and turned his head, but the fingers that kept tapping on the table exposed his heart.

"I said you couldn't stop it." Pompeii slapped the table and interrupted Flamell's noise: "That's the power that only the first generation or even more existents can have, and it's two!" Wouldn't you think of anything about that color? If those ghost things really come back, let's not talk about slaying dragons, let's make two sums, and it's not enough to lose our family wealth and lives! Flamel glanced at Pompeii, but the blonde man didn't care, swallowed his saliva and continued to make a loud noise.

Valhalla was silent, all the elders waited outside the door for a decision inside, no one approached the soundproofed door, but the muffled sound of something hitting the ground was heard.

It didn't take long for Pompeii Gattuso to limp out, his right hand covering his face tightly, and a trace of blood could be faintly seen from the corner of his mouth, apparently he had been beaten, but he didn't seem to care, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

In the conference room, Ange grinned: "You are not ashamed to do it at your age? Pompeii is fought by you, and you don't have to be his opponent when it comes to fighting. ”

"Just him?" Flamel took a sip: "You old thing can't even beat me, so don't point fingers here." ”

"If you have the ability, why don't you try to smash me with alchemy?"

"I'm Flammel! If you don't take alchemy, is it worthy of my name? After the old man finished speaking, he didn't know what he remembered, and sighed faintly.

"Ever since your precious student who didn't even know me ran out of the academy, you sighed more in a few days than in previous years, Pompey was right, you can't stop it, he chose this path by himself, and the responsibility is on his own, and it has nothing to do with you."

"He's my student." That's all the night watchman said. Ange shook his head and walked out the door.

"You owe me more than a favor." The old cowboy said.

"It will still be with him, but whether he can survive or not depends on God's will." Angera opened the door and walked out.

"God?" Flamel smiled wryly, "What half-breed would really believe this?" ”