Once contaminated, it is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the spiritual fire that is difficult to shake off fiercely burns the body of the huge black dragon.

However, at this moment, these flames seemed to have wisdom, allowing the First Emperor to jump into the flesh gap torn open by the Golden Yanlong, and Yingzheng, who was in the belly of the Yanlong, did not feel half of the burning pain.

The mind that had been struggling for thousands of years in the mausoleum and the dragon vein trembled for the first time. Ying Zheng clenched the long sword in his hand, and the ruthlessness of the emperor overwhelmed the tasteless touch.

Just like the one who drove more than 10,000 laborers to build the Great Wall, the rules are the same as the gallop

"Tyrannical Qin". The long fall was as long as Lucifer's fall from the sky, but there was an end to it, after all, the place where the First Emperor landed was not hell.

But if there is anything like hell here, it must be because of the pathetic devil who was burned by the flames.

A huge heart of incomparably black was still stirring under the siege of the sea of fire, and the rough scarlet veins occasionally bulged from the surface, and the carrier of this devil let out a mournful cry in the infernal hell of spiritual fire, one by one with a strange rhythm, the rhythm resisted the swirling tongue of fire, but it obviously could not last long.

Since the First Emperor landed, the heart suddenly beat faster, and the dangerous heartbeat contained the curse of the evil spirit, and the excessive volume alone could tear the eardrums.

It's just that after the beast falls into the trap, it shows its ferocity without a way back to get a glimmer of life.

Ying Zheng's face was indifferent, he had seen a lot of the stubborn Mengbeast in the hunting ground of Shanglin Yuan, just looking

How long can the evil spirit that "dwells" in the heart last? He slowly approached, the golden flame swirled and entwined like a psychic, and the blade plated with a layer of turbulent golden light was slowly lifted by the emperor, the blade was extremely slow and light, only the edge entered the flesh, cutting through the surface of the heart.

The black image that had soaked the entire huge heart was like a mouse seeing a cat, and it shrank beyond the sword marks, leaving only overflowing blood.

........ The golden flame splattered out from the sky, and fell on the earth into a rain of fire. Chen Mo also had no intention of continuing to watch, Ying Zheng's plan had come to an end, Pompey was dragged by himself for a moment and a half, after the spiritual fire in the sky was ignited, the difficulty of assassinating Ying Zheng in that sea of fire doubled, even for the King of the Sky and the Wind It was also a problem.

It's barely a gift to this emperor through the ages. Although the focus of the matter is always above his head, the undercurrent surging underneath also affects the direction of the ending.

As an 'outsider' in the whole matter, Chen Mo understands very well the truth that the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear. I don't know how the 'fate' in the hands of Lu Mingze and Odin works, but how to change small things through 'spirit', and then affect big things, he can be regarded as having some experience.

Chen Mo patted Lu Mingfei's face slightly, hoping that the child's outward ally would get up and chat with him for a while, quietly waiting for the matter to end.

There was no movement for a long time, so he simply carried the sleeping student on his shoulder, jumped off the city wall dozens of meters high, and walked towards the palace.

....... Yang Huaizhou's voice trembled a little, and he said softly: "This is the underground palace we are looking for." Compared to Chen Mo, who sat in the audience to watch the big scene up close, and the emperor who played in person, the orthodox monks who had not appeared in everyone's sight for a long time surrounded Yang Huaizhou, and they were already under the ground of Xianyang Palace at this moment!

He swept the dust from the stone door with his palm, giving the black-clothed Fang Shi behind him a look. A small test tube of black and red blood was taken out by the leader, he dipped his hand in blood, as pen and ink, and slowly painted on Xuanhe's thick golden paper.

The stone door opened, and a rancid and cold wind blew out of it, accompanied by a few menacing roars.

Guardian of the Spirit.

"A simple dragon species, or a dragon demon?" Yang Huaizhou whispered to himself, with a little sadness in his eyes.

"All would rather face pure-blooded dragons." The leader of the priest whispered,

"But no matter what stands in our way, we have to do it, and we can't turn back when we get to this point." If Deadpool appears in front of them, then it is very likely to come from the soul of an orthodox person, from blood relatives of the same clan, childhood sweethearts, little brothers, and even dead ancestors.

Even so, they had to grit their teeth and crack down on their swords.

"I'll do it." Yang Huaizhou said softly,

"The hands of the alchemists are not used to kill." Holding a bronze halberd

The "Scale Armor" guard burst out of the darkness, and every inch of the rust-colored halberd blade shimmered with a cold and hard metal light, and the halberd slammed into a half-moon and slammed down with a fierce aura.

Bang~ Buzzing and shattering, splashing in all directions. Spray? From the inconspicuous black vial on Yang Huaizhou's waist, the endless stream of black water began to flow outward at some point, and the pure black water wall blocked the menacing halberd by death, not advancing an inch!

The black water droplets flying in the air trembled, first splashing around, and then suddenly stopped in mid-air, a pair of indifferent and a pair of godless, when the golden boy holes on both sides looked at each other, the black water droplets suddenly turned into countless sharp long needles, shooting towards the cyan scale armor all over the body.

The sound was like a rain hitting the plantain several times magnified, and the black water looked extremely weird but it was water after all, hitting a blue-black body

The "dragon scale leather armor" seemed to be unable to store at all, and the long needles all turned into small water droplets, and a layer of black rain and mist rose in the air.

Yang Huaizhou stretched out his palm, twisted his wrist, and clenched it. A crash came from the guard's chest, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Words and Spirits, Troubles, Words and Heavy Waters! The black water, which was far heavier than molten gold, penetrated the moment the water needle pierced the scales under the control of the arm's command, and crushed the guard's internal organs from the inside.

The thousand-year-old fight is also the orthodoxy harvested by the millennium, but it is not a weak waste, the First Emperor of the Great Qin, the Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, the Duke of Xuande.... Maybe it's rare to have a half-breed to face the four monarchs, but there is no shortage of monarchs who pinch Deadpool in the palm of their hands and ravage them!

According to the information released by the secret party, each half-breed can only have one spirit of speech, why? The information has not been released, is it still statistically summarized?

It is rumored that the history of the secret party is as long as the history of the blood of the Black King, so what they know is only the conclusion of statistics?

In any case, Yang Huaizhou in front of him had already broken this fragile conclusion into pieces and stepped on his feet, and twisted it with his toes by the way.

Shadow of the Mist. The black water turned into a fog that enveloped all the orthodox people, Yang Huaizhou's golden eyes were full of fierceness, the mist closed one by one like a breathing living thing, the two afterimages seemed to be able to smell the traces of the intruder in the fog, the two arms with a bronze color staggered left and right, and a series of terrifying sonic booms sounded in the air.

Yang Huaizhou's hands had already condensed two long knives as black as ink, and his perception in the fog and shadow was strengthened to the level of terror, and when the two terrifying afterimages touched the outside of the fog, he had already prepared a warning, and the long knives were raised horizontally!

"Bell!" The arm and the black water long knife actually made the sound of gold and stone. Yang Huaizhou's slender body was tense, and the two knives turned outward towards the two shadows!

Draw the knife and cut off the water! The black water long knife touched the fog droplets in the air, and every inch of the blade fell, the blade grew by three points!

The strength attached to the long knife does not only originate from Yang Huaizhou's arms, but also from the heaviness of the dark heavy water!

Another bang! The black knife was embedded in the two copper-colored arms three inches deep, and there was no blood flowing out!

That's not Deadpool! Yang Huaizhou retreated like lightning, and shot out backwards on tiptoe. Vortex!

The black water swirled and exploded, disintegrating the mist around the two figures. Yang Huaizhou wiped the mist on his face and stared at the figure in front of him.

Copper-skinned iron-clad ..... Terracotta Warriors! ........ Half a month ago, the ancestral shrine of the Ying family.

"The Nibelungen is a mystery to us." Chen Mo propped his hands on the large and detailed dragon vein diagram, leaned forward with his upper body, and stared at Zhao Anmin's eyes that were squinted like a Maitreya Living Buddha.

"Orthodoxy has given you a look at all the research and records of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land." The old man dusted off his tunic and said, "That's not what I want to hear. ”

"Okay, then I'll jump to the conclusion directly," Chen Mo nodded nonchalantly: "The dragon vein can't be artificially destroyed. ”

"It's too big, what can we do if the mountains and rivers can't do it?" Zhao Anmin raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Chen Mo for a while, and was about to open his mouth.

"But it's not like there's no way."

"You, like your master, want people to peel off the skin and fry it again."

"Actually, it's very simple," Chen Mo didn't care about the verbal threat: "If you want to destroy the dragon vein, kill the living spirit." ”

"I'm not just talking about that majesty, but also about that ancestral dragon." .......

"Is what he said feasible?" The old man took a sip of warm boiling water and asked the Fang Shi who was buried in the manuscript in the hall.

"There has been talk of controlling the dragon vein in the Orthodox clan for a long time." The black-and-white-robed Fang Shi at the head was obviously the representative of these people, and said, "We did have the idea of destroying the dragon veins by killing the living spirits, but we never really considered a plan, and the plan you gave was entirely based on a conjecture about the way the Nibelungen existed, which seems to us to be highly reasonable, but we can't be sure of its reliability. "Reasonableness is only reasonableness after all, and no evidence is empty talk.

"Then get ready to do it." The old man put down the paper cup and walked out the door: "We don't have any other plan." Zhao Anmin knew that there was.

Destroy all nodes of the Dragon Vein. The top of Kunlun Mountain, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, and the Shennongjia ....., without destroying the entire area, put an alchemy bomb that combines a certain amount of technology near the node, and detonate it at the same time through remote control of electronic devices.

Many, many years ago, some bastard gave him a method. But if there is a disturbance at the same time in such a place, the aftermath is really not small.

Orthodoxy has abandoned the official for many years, although there is some communication with the above, but this kind of thing is not simple, once the cloth is lifted, not only Huaxia, but the whole world will not live in peace.

Naturally, he made two preparations. Those powerful and terrifying things have been buried one after another over the years.

Just press the switch. ...... Chen Mo twisted some dust from his fingers and looked at it. Good rich water element.

It's like being in the ocean, but it's a real underground palace. The palace of Great Qin does not have an underground palace.

But the roots of this Nibelungen are in the dragon vein, and the largest node of the dragon vein is the mausoleum of the first emperor. There is a high probability that there is a coffin sleeping with him in the mausoleum, and that is the core of everything.

Even though the Living Spirit had skipped his shift to fight the Ancestral Dragon, Ying Zheng still had to control the operation of this Nibelungen.

The identity of the living spirit is his reliance on suppressing the black dragon, and it is also a bondage. In other words, the coffin in Xianyang must have existed, and that coffin may have been sleeping with a part of Yingzheng to keep the Nibelungen running.

Of course, Zhao Anmin would be worried that the black dragon would escape, but he would never look at him

The Ancestor becomes the next dragon. The ruthlessness of the emperor, and the ruthlessness of the dragons. For them, is there a difference?

Even the race and blood relationship that could be taken out to mention were gone when he wanted to control the dragon corpse of the Black King.

If Ying Zheng has been in a stalemate with the black dragon like this, he will naturally be fine, and orthodoxy will continue to slay the dragon at each node of the dragon vein.

But now? Zhao Anmin stood on the front hall of Xianyang Palace, looked at the still raging flames in the sky, and sighed: "Qin Shi Huang, Qin Shi Huang~~~......... The emperor of Great Qin is now in a lot of trouble.

The slender flame-wrapped Tai'a slashed at the black, the evil spirit. It is confined to the heart by spiritual fire, and it is difficult to escape, but it will not lead to death.

And at the moment of life and death, in addition to bloodthirsty devouring, a little brain finally grew in his head.

The black qi on the heart became extremely rich in an instant, and it was actually about to face the golden sword of Huanghuang Tianwei, Tai'a Sword was extremely sharp, breaking through the flesh and blood and entering the heart, and the black blood with a cold breath splashed towards Yingzheng, the first emperor's eyebrows condensed, and the golden flame formed a barrier to keep the black blood out.

However, when he looked back, the flesh in his heart was wrapped together, and it was fiercely entangled in the black flame sword.

Ying Zheng immediately thought of something, and immediately let go of Tai'a, looking around with a vigilant face to guard against possible attacks.

Two unknown high-grade dragon kings, with the first emperor on this side

The authority of "Heaven and Earth" can see the sinister relationship between the two, and he expects the two to block each other from giving him time to kill the black dragon, but at the moment it seems that the abacus has failed.

There was no movement. Ying Zheng resolutely gave up his vigilance, retained his vigilance while holding the hilt of the sword that shook with his heart, and stabbed down with all his might.

The scorching spirit that was facing the spiritual fire, the evil spirit that was already a spirit disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the golden flame slowly extinguished.

Ying Zheng pulled out his long sword, and the blood covered by no black gas gushed wildly in the air, the blood of the Black King's dragon corpse, this body maintained its immortal level of activity after the death of the Black King.

The Black King's blood is probably the most corrosive dragon blood in the world, and everything it touches will step on that path to the abyss instead of the realm of the gods.

There was not the slightest emotion on the emperor's face, but he swung two more swords and walked towards the atrium that was almost completely open.