Lu Mingfei looked up at the humans riding dragons in the clouds and mist, and his brain was blank. The figure standing with his hands in his hands was dressed simply, the black robe seemed to be the ancient clothing of Huaxia, the dragon pattern was few strokes without any fancies, and it washed away the monotony of the pure black robe, and regardless of whether the distance of tens of thousands of meters could feel the majesty, the spirit of the dragon made people wonder which emperor this was.

Lu Mingfei couldn't see his face from his angle, but he subconsciously imagined his appearance based on his tall posture, but the emperor of Long Yuan turned his head, and his deep eyes collided with Lu Mingfei's peeping eyes through the air.

The pure black child's hole, as deep as the abyss, stares at those eyes, as if a human soul will fall into it.

"Brother." The scream in his ear made Lu Mingfei wake up suddenly. He subconsciously looked at the source of the sound, the girl who had been sitting in the seat next to him was gone, and a boy with black hair and black eyes was sitting next to him, his eyes looking at the king in the sky through the window in front of the bus.

The boy who looked like a Chinese was about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a sophisticated suit, his delicate little face seemed to be flowing with glow, and his eyes were a little remembrance and sadness, giving people a very strange feeling, as if he had lived too long in this unfortunate world, so long that the deceased had stepped into the tombstone, and only he continued to live in the world with the sorrow of seeing through the red dust.

That kind of look and cute appearance formed a strange harmony, with a kind of magic, firmly hooked Lu Mingfei's attention.

You must know that for more than ten years, only a few things, including StarCraft and Chen Wenwen, have been able to occupy his brain.

"Whose child are you? How did it end up here? What about the others? ”

"The others don't matter, look at the sky." The boy whispered, "With respect, appreciate this struggle that has lasted for thousands of years." Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky again, Tong Kong was magnified by the violent shock, unconsciously held his breath, his brain was so sluggish that he forgot to think, and could only mechanically accept the information from his eyes.

In the sky, the blue-black ancestral dragon swam and circled, the dragon's head stood up and shouted into the distance, between the peaks covered by the green trees, the mountains rose and fell strangely, the black giant beast rose from it, opened its huge black membrane wings, the dark flames and light flickered on the side of his hideous blood, countless skeletons hung on the black dragon's body, the gray and white bones dotted in the darkness of the night, almost impossible to see, and the thick clouds of the same color as it were like accompanying shadows, instantly occupying half of the sky.

Lu Mingfei looked at the giant dragon, countless wails and roars echoed in his mind, from dragons to people, the most poignant roar rampaged in his head, Lu Mingfei faintly felt that the voice belonged to this creepy dragon.

The emperor above the ancestral dragon pulled out Ugin's long sword out of nowhere, and swiped lightly in front of him, and the sword marks about thousands of meters long slashed through the air, and the terrifying black cloud was blocked in half of the sky by that trace.

"The desperate black dragon, the black king who once reigned over the world, died on her throne a long time ago, and the place where she died was a snow-capped mountain, on which ice and snow remained unmelting, and the person who killed her put her huge body on the top of the mountain, and her broad wings could hang down to the foot of the mountain, and magma-like hot blood flowed down from the corpse, so the whole mountain turned red and black, and the melting ice and snow steamed out of the steam, so her blood rose to the sky, and the dark red and dark clouds rained down on the world, and the humans who killed her bathed in rain, Desperately dying and evolving flesh, they rejoiced in wails and pain, singing the praises of the 'New Age'. The boy's voice was like that of a church choir, and the old memories that no one remembered slowly flowed out with a beautiful melody, surrounding Lu Mingfei and making him shiver.

He felt a little frightened.

"That's the ancestor of the dragon clan, the oldest emperor, if she doesn't die, there will be no new era." The boy smiled and spoke, but his eyes showed deep sadness.

"That's the Black King?" Lu Mingfei pointed to the black giant beast in the sky that was confronting the ancestral dragon and asked tentatively.

"No, it's just a broken corpse, a ghost trapped in a cage, without freedom or majesty." The black giant beast in the air had scarlet eyes, and in a roar that was enough to burst his eardrums, he rushed towards the human beings in the sky like a black meteorite, opening his mouth to highlight the monstrous black dragon flame, and the splashing sparks stained the forest full of greenery, and in the blink of an eye, the eight hot hells of Buddhism appeared on the ground, and the deep flames with the crazy aura of nothing, seemed to burn everything down.

The black-robed human gently handed out a sword, tearing the black flames that filled the sky into two sides, and in the huge gap, the ancestral dragon and the giant beast collided violently.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, the bus didn't know when it had stopped, and he was lying on the original seat, covered with a coat, with a surging aroma on it.

He stood up and looked around, but there was no one in the car, so he got out of the car to see, there was a two-story house on the side of the road, Chen Mo sat on the small bench at the door and took a bite of rice, it looked very delicious, and the privately customized windbreaker on his body was a little incompatible, but it seemed that what was the world's delicacy in the rice bowl Lu Mingfei touched his stomach and heard it cry out dissatisfiedly.

"Where are we?" He stepped forward to talk.

"It's just a stop for lunch, and there are still some sections of the road, so you can go and eat some too." Chen Mo greeted, suddenly his eyes moved slightly, and asked, "Have a nightmare?" ”

"Sort of." He nodded, subconsciously not wanting to tell anyone about that strange dream, so he didn't continue, and rushed to the house full of the smell of rice.

"I can't see it," Li Mingkong patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder holding the food, and he swayed left and right to maintain his balance with great difficulty: "You look thin and weak, and you eat a lot." ”

"Have you eaten your rice?" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes: "It's a blessing to be able to eat." ”

"Okay." Li Mingkong smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Eat more, and you will have the strength to walk in the afternoon." Poor Lu Mingfei only cared about gnawing on the delicious chicken legs that were burned on the firewood, and he didn't understand the true meaning of gloating after being bored.

...... Stepping on the stone steps again, Lu Mingfei's upper body hung down, his hands were propped on his knees and he gasped for breath, almost fainting from exhaustion, his lungs were already on the verge of exploding in his senses, the air he breathed was cold, his thighs and calves were extremely sore, and he couldn't lift them up as if he wanted to be filled with lead.

"Let me take a break, let me take a break." Once again, he shouted the unspeakable words. The whole team stopped, Chen Mo's eyes were empty, and he began to self-examine the sublimated soul structure, and the girl walked up to Lu Mingfei and happily handed over a bottle of water.

Lu Mingfei was a little ashamed, this was the third time the team stopped, all three times because he stopped, whether it was Chen Mo, who was well-dressed and somewhat intellectual, or Li Mingkong and Yang Huaizhou, who seemed to be from a big family, and a few other people in the car who had never known each other, their physical fitness was surprisingly good, and they were all tireless!

He somewhat understood what Chen Mokop said when he was talking about 'talent', these people are all monsters! He was like a little white rabbit mixed in with these monsters, shivering, weak and helpless, the rugged mountain roads and long distances had exhausted his physical strength, but the people in front of him didn't even sweat.

"Tired? If you eat so much at noon, your nutrition should be able to keep up. Li Mingkong bent down, stared at the boy's blank eyes and smiled: "Give me the luggage." Lu Mingfei struggled a little, letting the girl carry her luggage, normal men would resist.

"You still want to hold us back, you may not be able to make dinner if you go on like this." The girl's knife naturally became Lu Mingfei's steps, and he twitched his mouth dissatisfied, but he still obediently handed over the thing.

"Don't worry." "It's coming soon," she said. As she said, after walking a lot through the woods, they were led by the leader to a valley, which is a small settlement surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the Chinese-style buildings are next to each other, and from the hill down is a special 'village', but the building specifications of the 'village' are not low.

"This is your orthodox clan?" Chen Mo, who had barely spoken along the way, asked out loud: "That's right, but it's just one of them." Li Mingkong nodded, his voice filled with pride and imperceptible contempt.

Understandable. There are many more myths and records of the special environment of the cave heaven and blessed land in China than in European mythology, and the most widely known is the "Peach Blossom Spring", "at the beginning it is extremely narrow, only to understand people, repeat dozens of steps, and suddenly open up", the first few sentences are probably a metaphor for the restrictions of the Nibelungen on imprints and bloodlines, and the latter is obviously a description of the space for the expansion of the Nibelungen after entering.

For some reason, there are quite a few Nibelungens in China, and it seems that the Orthodox have a lot of knowledge about this unique space, and they are far ahead of the secret party in this knowledge.

In fact, in terms of the knowledge of dragon civilization, orthodoxy and secret party are indeed not in the same order of magnitude, China's territorial area is coupled with the density of the dragon's lair, and the long inheritance has created this crushing situation.

But on the other hand, the advantages of the secret party are not only

The "scientific" study of the dragon civilization also lies in their attitude that they have no moral bottom line at all. To be honest, Chen Mo didn't know much about the Nibelungen, mainly focusing on its creation, and in the subconscious memories that emerged after becoming the dragon queen, there was a very special spirit called a speech spirit that had not yet been discovered by humans.

Chen Mo named it

"Song of the Nibelungen". Its bloodline must have belonged to the Black Emperor, but it seems that all dragons with a certain level of bloodline, including the White King, can master it, and even the first species can be born with it.

The releaser needs to first select the anchor point of the space, and after a long period of meditation and chanting, a huge amount of energy is consumed to construct a piece

"Space that doesn't exist" ---- Nibelungen. The better the bloodline, the stronger and more noble the soul, the more 'weight' the Nibelungen can carry, and according to the virtuality of the creation in the Nibelungen, the spirit consumed will increase exponentially, which means that the dragon will rely on reality, and the burden of creation will be much lighter.

Legend has it that during the reign of the dragon civilization, the feudal monarchs, ancient dragons, and princes would establish cities in their own territories, and the cities were located in the Nibelungen, so the power of the city owner could also be determined by the magnificence of the dragon city.

The Black King's own son, the bronze king who is most similar to his father, Norton, once broke the definition of the Nibelungen with incomparable alchemy, and the bronze city he built in Northern Europe was in reality rather than nothingness, but when he stepped into the bronze city, everything followed the operation of the agency, the rules of the city, and Norton's laws.

It is said that the Nibelon is rooted in the pure flesh and soul of dragons, but Norton used the power of primordial fire and refining to make the metal reach the ultimate purity, thus creating the wonder of the Bronze City, but according to the records of the "Ice Sea Fragment", the Bronze City of Northern Europe has been erased by Norton, and humans cannot explore the miracles in it.

And the current 'Cave Heaven and Blessed Land' is not a complete Nibelungen, but more like an enchantment composed of a special matrix.

The man-made Nibelungen is not absent in the world, the Ark is one, the painstaking efforts of generations of alchemists, and the maintenance of precious living souls, have created a mutilated miracle belonging to mankind, the city's annual taxes are amazingly high, the big people make a lot of money, and the shadows of the Ark Council painstakingly pump out the oil and water they earn every year to maintain it.

Obviously, foreign hybrids are mixed in human society to suck blood, and after owning assets, they can't get the emotional and material rewards they want in ordinary people, so they will take the blood they suck to find their kind, and then be exploited by the superior in the same kind, and the average assets of the half-breeds who enter the ark determine the consumption level of the city, and it is unique, and it belongs to the entertainment means of the hybrids, so that the blood-sucked people once again devote themselves to the world and try to earn an expensive ticket.

Obviously, the Orthodox clan lands cannot achieve this

"A virtuous circle". Chen Mo walked towards the valley, and the others followed, white silk threads poked out of his body, and the tentacles of the spirit could only be discovered by the spiritual vision, these lines were so slender that they were as transparent as if they were chaotic for ordinary half-breeds.

The white line burrows into the ground and delicately touches the imprint of the matrix, as the night watchman once said, the orthodox formation likes to incorporate the landscape and terrain into it, which seems to be very effective in constructing a special space.

"It's a very novel way of engraving, and it's a completely different idea from Flammel's alchemy path." Chen Mo smiled and muttered to himself in his heart, he wrote a good mood on his face with some kind of pleasant thought, which made Li Mingkong and Yang Huaizhou a little puzzled.

"Could it be a dragon-like spirit in the center of the matrix? It doesn't look like it by the smell of circulation, let me see it......" He paused, his eyes a little playful.

If you read that right, the soul in the center of the matrix should belong to ...... Person.