"Someone can't bear it?" Lu Mingze hugged the back of his head with both hands and said as if watching a play. Ying Zheng's glance has obvious meaning, betting on the black dragon, breaking the first emperor with the dragon vein to make a game, will not watch him destroy the evil spirit, although there are sandpipers and mussels to compete with each other, the fisherman benefits from the truth, but once the first two are separated, bite the fisherman behind, the difficulty of picking up the leak will naturally be greatly improved.

This is true for Pompey, and it is also true for Chen Mo. There is not much difference between Chen Mo and Pompey in the eyes of Ying Zheng, they are nothing more than tigers and wolves, one side will pounce and the other party will definitely bite the hind legs, this majesty means nothing more than to want Chen Moliang to show off the carriage and horses, block Pompey, and it is also a favor he owes.

The act of walking a tightrope.

"I think he's still a little patient." Chen Mo shook his head, the 'Dream Tapir' laboriously pulled up half of Pompeii's soul, and the threatening words were also passed back, and there was no trace of this Gattuso acting head in the army, and Pompey was probably preparing means.

When the dust in the sky settles, the result of Chen Mo and Yingzheng's discussion is not yet known, but as a player who has bet on the counterbet, he must lose a fine light under the hands of this emperor through the ages.

So is he going to pull away, or is he going to keep calling?

"This scene looks somewhat similar," Lu Mingze said suddenly,

"It's like I've seen another human evolve by plundering the King's corpse." The meaning is self-explanatory.

"I'm not as good as the First Emperor of the Ages, not to mention that the matter of the Ice Sea is more or less lucky." Chen Mo narrowed his eyes,

"But right now, this First Emperor seems to have calculated many things before the dust accumulates for two thousand years, such as the existence of orthodoxy, such as the counterattack of the black dragon, and the ...

"In the history of China, most emperors seek immortality." Lu Mingze laughed evilly: "Turning into a dragon is much more cost-effective than simple immortality. ”

"Who gave him the confidence to be able to control the corpse of the Black King?" Chen Mo's tone was fast. The little devil flattened his palms and pressed down: "Don't act with me, I think after a while, you will have guessed everything yourself, and you still want to lie to me here to be sure?" Ange, you, and the school directors of the secret party, each of you is dirtier than the other, but my brother is spotless, like a pure little white flower. ”

"If he weren't so simple, would he be so easily deceived by you?" Chen Mo smiled,

"The dragon king's twin sons are fate and curse, and in order to pursue wholeness, they need to devour each other, and humans like me don't have that kind of trouble, how good." Lu Mingze 'cut', and his eyes flashed with light

"This bastard doesn't understand anything" disdain.

"But according to your meaning, it seems that my guess is not far from ten."

"Don't worry if you're right or wrong." Lu Mingze smiled slightly: "Trouble is coming." Lu Mingze's figure faded instantly, the giant beasts in the sky were still devouring each other in a rage, and Lu Mingfei on the side fell softly on the root of the fence and fainted at some point, more precisely, he should have fallen asleep.

The realm opened at the same time as Lu Mingze alarmed, and the tentacles of perception swept back and forth around, theoretically all the souls that were active in the realm would be discovered by Chen Mo, but except for the thin soul that snored from time to time, there was no one around.

Chen Mo's brain and heart felt pinprick-like pain at the same time. That's an alarm from the flesh! The afterimage suddenly appeared in front of Chen Mo's body, and a pure black weird short knife stabbed into Chen Mo's chest, it seemed to be the extreme speed of another world, no one could see the trace of the blade at that moment, from the moment it appeared to penetrate the heart until it stopped, it seemed that the whole world was also still, from waving the short knife to tearing through the steely flesh and blood straight into the dragon's heart, there was only the beginning and the result, and the process seemed to be erased by the gods.

The black knife was like a dead black bird, appearing suddenly, neighing in an instant, just waiting for the sudden outbreak of calamity.

Blood slowly flowed out from the wound of the heart, and at the same time, a small and dense gale wind spread around the black short knife, as if it was going to cut the heart into pieces, and the peerless assassin wanted to pull out the blade to cause a large amount of bleeding from the secondary trauma, for Chen Mo, who walked in the world with a humanoid body, this body had an accident, and it would take a lot of time for the egg to recover.

Whether it's a dragon or a half-blood, they all understand the prophecy

"Dusk" is approaching, and at such times, the long period of cocooning and revival is unbearable, even for the Spirit King, after all, the after-effects of Odin are still faintly painful.

But Pompeii found that the black blade could not be pulled out. Chen Mo's right hand clenched the forearm of the person who came, the scene beside him was slightly distorted, and suddenly the wound penetrated by the sharp blade appeared in the chest cavity on the right side, the heart was still stirring steadily, and the frenzied wind blade evoked by the black knife was suppressed by the spiritual element, and the scene was reversed in an extremely strange form.

"The sky and the wind," Chen Mo looked at the mask in front of him and licked his lips: "I caught you." ”

"Reality warping?" Pompeii's voice came through the mask: "Sure enough, it's you, and her authority is in your hands." While the words were distracting, strange senses came out again, and in the spiritual vision, the spirit that had just suddenly flashed began to pulsate at a wonderful frequency, and Pompeii began to enter a wonderful state, as if detached from the whole world.

"Cancel." Chen Mo spat out a word viciously, and the corners of his mouth spurted out terrifying blood foam. For a moment, the rhythm of the spirit stopped.

"Cancellation....... Cancel!" Accompanied by countless easy-to-understand Chinese words, the spiritual monarch contained in the flesh and blood issued laws again and again, connecting the spirit, and the five elements fell into complete stillness for the first time, which is as ridiculous for human beings as the material molecules falling into static.

Holding Pompeii's forearm with his right hand desperately, Chen Mo slammed a punch into his face without hesitation, and the sound of a sonic boom and the sound of the mask catching the fist sounded together, and in an instant, the fist that had grown dense white scales broke through the mask and made intimate contact with that face directly.

Pompey, who was almost unbalanced by a punch, immediately made a decision, the arm that was grabbed by Chen Mo was broken from the joint, and the 'King of the Sky and the Wind' who broke free from the pull turned into an afterimage again, flashing a hundred meters away from the city in an instant, the forearm was torn, the mask was shattered, and the face with blood was no longer calm, but it was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

"I've always wondered why Stygian is also part of the bloodline of the King of the Sky and Wind." Even with the small arm that was left, Chen Mo pulled out the short knife with vicious intentions, if there was no early warning from Lu Mingze, he would not have responded to the attack, without the authority to call in advance, it was almost inevitable that his heart would be cut into pieces, and he couldn't die, but whether he could continue to resist the assassination after that was unknown was unknown.

After the blood splashed in the air, the blood droplets coagulated into ball-shaped blood beads, wrapped around the forearm and shattered together, and the broken blood condensed into a red ice cross out of thin air, which was thrown behind by Chen Mo.

"Ghosts, ghosts, and even the Vajra realm, these spirits have nothing to do with the free, unscrupulous 'wind'." The flesh and blood of Pompeii's arm grew extremely fast, and even the bones that glimpsed below were generated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the speed of recovery was even higher than that of the black dragon above 'Yaki' and even above his head: "I hate people like you, just as disgusting as the pathetic humans in my family. ”

"I'm starting to wonder about the relationship between you and Gattuso," Chen Mo exclaimed with a strong performance, "As a dragon king, how did you become the head of Gattuso's family, which is one of the largest dragon slaying families in the world. ”

"Not to mention," he pulled out a funny smile, "your nickname is still 'Stallion Master'!" ”

"Gattuso's patriarch is so discerning, a line of four great monarchs who spend their kidneys all day long, 'leading by example' to transform the bloodline of the family, I really doubt that those old men can wake up with a smile in their dreams." Pompey listened as he listened to the gloomy look on his face slowly faded, and his face showed indescribable helplessness and sarcasm: "Mr. Laurent's son-in-law." ”

"Think about yourself before you say something like that." Pompeii wiped the blood that had been beaten out of his face, and once again disappeared into the invisible in front of Chen Mo.

It can be determined that at least the least is also the twin son of the king of the sky and the wind, the present and the present

"Disappearance" has nothing to do with the spirit of speech that gives rise to the element of 'wind', but belongs to another authority. Chen Mo was thinking about the final effect of this strange power in his heart, from the reduced sense of existence of the ghost --- psychological isolation, to the optical stealth --- physical observation isolation of the dark light, and then to the physical isolation --- the protective enchantment of the Vajra Realm...... This authority seems to be very interesting.

Pompeii seemed to have no trace of existence at all, appearing in front of his body out of thin air, and then disappearing with a swagger, without a trace in the field or in sight.

Is it just that it is not observed, or is it even gone? Or with that famous experimental assertion, isn't not being observed the same as not existing?

Chen Mo played with the short knife in his hand, but his spirit was always tense, guarding against an attack that came from nowhere.

Hidden from observation, and the speed of the god spirit that is close to stationary rather than just slowing down, this hidden wind king is a truly dangerous assassin, and in the absence of defense, the success rate of assassinating the dragon king who is also a twin son is probably more than fifty percent.

And that kind of extremely weird regenerative ability. Chen Mo was muttering to himself, reading the words from an ancient book in his mouth.

"The sea and the water bring great calamities and awaken the growth of all things."

"Greenland..... Prince. "At a higher level, Pompeii, who had just been faced, may have swallowed one, or even two, of his blood relatives sitting on the throne.

The brothers, who are also sons of the sky, and the sea dragons who are swept by the waves may have become his food. The Leviathan, which seemed to have something to do with Odin, was more like a unique subspecies or subspecies in Chen Mo's eyes.

However, this kind of thing, without fighting, can only make a rough judgment. After missing the blow, he was on guard again, and he tried to find out that Pompeii would probably not do it to himself again.

Chen Mo looked at the sky, the strangulation between the giants had come to an end, but the first emperor's big gesture was really rolled out at this time.

The Great Qin Dragon Robe tore apart the chaotic airflow, turning into a golden and black streamer that ran wildly on the flesh and blood floating soil based on the dragon's body.

A heavy imperial crown was left by him on the top of the real dragon's head that had never been half a point low in the dying dragon chant.

Ying Zheng clenched the long sword in his hand, the stabbing sword was like a spear, the sword was wiped with a pen, the dragon and snake danced wildly, and the scars and blood flowers bloomed behind the hunting dragon robe, and behind him, the incarnation outside the body wearing the crown of Great Qin, the winding dragon lowered its head, and the golden dragon eyes stared fiercely at the blood stain lines, a point on the body of the black dragon.

Strangled. A huge amount of gas and elements poured into the black dragon's body in a subconscious reaction.

Like the swallows above the sea and sky, you can see the smeared swimming fish floating on the surface, and the long pointed beak pierces the water like lightning.

The real dragon rushed into the sea of flesh and blood of the black dragon at that point. broke through the layers of barriers and bit the slender spine where the evil spirit lodged.

Wearing a dragon robe, a spring thunder bloomed from the tip of the First Emperor's tongue, and at the same time, a small blood arrow shot at Tai'a, and the long sword slashed down.

It was not the black beast that was wounded, but the real dragon that bit the evil spirit. The flesh and blood of the true dragon burned with flames the same color as the eyes of the First Emperor, this was not a long-planned ultimate spirit.

It was simply ignited, and then because of the abundance and intensity of the fuel, such a brilliant spark was ignited in the sky.

What had penetrated into the black dragon's body had turned into a golden slender flame dragon.

"The emperor's methods are ruthless, and they are worthy of their reputation." Chen Mo put away the short knife from Pompeii and sighed leisurely: "With a genuine spiritual fire, burning an evil spirit on a black king is not an abuse. ”

"It's just that those dragon species that make up the dragon body and have died on the Dao for so many years really don't bring it with them in life, and they don't bring it with them when they die."

"Not a single debris was left behind." Ying Zheng held his sword and stepped into the golden sea of fire without a trace of hesitation.

The intense flames had avoided the Emperor's presence in person, and as a living spirit of the dragon vein, he was probably one of the best fuels in the world.

But not a single flame stained the corners of the dragon robe. Though dead...... No regrets? ps。

"The Notes of the First Flamel" records: "Spiritual fire, a magical flame, with the soul as the material, the soul of the hybrid and the dragon is the best, the lower limit of the number of human souls required to ignite the flame is too high, it is not recommended to use, the burned product is a pure spiritual element, the location of the spiritual fire, the success rate of refining the Philosopher's Stone will be greatly improved." ”

"The flame is golden, because the rich spirit shows color in reality, the igniter can only guide, not control, and it is extremely difficult to terminate after ignition, and in most cases it will only be extinguished when all the fuel that can be touched is burned out."

"It can be used as a special means against high-ranking dragons."