Like-minded may sound like a very intimate word.

"The ways are different, and they do not conspire with each other",

"Like-minded people",

"Like-minded people are friends" --- these Chinese idioms all write the preciousness of fellow believers. A heartfelt smile appeared on Chen Mo's face, and his palm tightly grasped the White King's scepter.

But the restraints of the galewind and heavy water showed no signs of being loosened. Chen Mo never doubted the ugliness of human nature and the power desire of dragons, because she had both pathetic human nature and an immortal power desire.

The first thing the First Emperor did after waking up was to mobilize the terrifying power contained in that dragon body to smash the royal coffin that Chen Mo had created for him.

So Chen Mo did not hesitate to show the suppression of this impure power by the 'tyranny'. What they seek is evolution, and as former humans, each step of these two people is a unique sight that no one has seen before, and even among the dragons, there are very few supremes who can go this far.

But in terms of race, dragons are far ahead of humans, and almost all of the research of half-breeds is rooted in dragon civilization, and even the most fundamental bloodlines are derived from dragons.

It can be said that in addition to his own knowledge-like research, about power and power, about evolution, about the first generation, about the supreme black and white king, about where the authority of the world comes from, where the world comes from, these information all come from the knowledge of the dragon family.

And fratricidal killing, sibling killing, creation rebellion against the creator, and the creator suppressing the creation almost permanently, all of this is telling Chen Mo how cruel this long road with no end is.

As for Ying Zheng, in that ancient era, the number of hybrids and the purity of their bloodlines were far greater than in modern times, and the Black King died, the four great monarchs disappeared, and the dragons gradually declined, but there were also many more than they are now.

Chen Mo couldn't imagine what a Warring States society with a large number of half-breeds would be like, but some ugly and dark things in the back would only grow more barbaric than modern times, and she didn't plan to waste Tianyan's computing power in this regard.

Ying Zheng may be different from him, but as the emperor of a country, he must have enough understanding of those cold and cruel things'.

Twenty-seven years of imperial life, the influence of the Black King's dragon body on the soul, these things have worn out his humanity to a minimum, and he is indifferent to Chen Mo's words, and he cares more about that amazing power.

"You're from Dongying?" The First Emperor asked.

"Dongying?" Chen Mo blinked. Japan. Snake Qi Eight Family. The only remaining blood of the White King in the world.

If there is any connection between the First Emperor and Japan. Xu Fu Dongdu?

"Nope." Chen Mo shook his head,

"I'm a real Chinese, but it's hard to say whether we can be considered 'people' now."

and...... Why do you think I'm going to be Dongying's person? ”

"Stubborn insects turn into dragons, and spirits grow into immortals." The First Emperor replied,

"There is no trace of immortals on my territory, and there is no possibility of becoming an immortal."

"But is it possible to turn into a dragon?"

"If it weren't for you outsiders who stepped into the dragon vein, I would have been close to success by now."

"Oh?" Chen Mo raised his scepter and pointed at the First Emperor's chest, and slowly swiped it, the extremely sharp wind blade tore a shallow wound with difficulty, and at the same time as the wind blade dissipated, the wound had already healed.

"Isn't this a success?" Ying Zheng symbolically unleashed the terrifying power of his flesh, and the tough wind tree, which was very similar to the Dustless Land, crumbled, and the rope made of heavy water tightened as if it was approaching the limit of tension.

"A prisoner under the stairs can also be counted as a success?"

"Not really." Chen Mo nodded in agreement and said nonchalantly, "But if you succeed, can you win me?" Ying Zheng tilted his head, looked up and down at the 'immortal posture' that was no different from what Xu Fu said, and did not speak.

He felt the 'power' flowing in the dragon's body, and the Feng Shui royal coffin seemed to be about to break, but it was still firmly bound.

Sixty percent? There may be a seventy percent chance of winning, and when it comes to life and death, Ying Zheng is ninety percent sure that he will go to Huangquan with the strange body of this 'immortal'.

But if it is based on someone's words, and the strange way of resurrecting the dragons. For Chen Mo in front of him, his appearance is skinny, but he is just floating dust, resurrection from the dead, life and death, all things are alive, and changes are made by the heart.

Fighting to the death is just a shell that can be discarded. Not to mention that he failed. What he gains is an incomplete 'force'.

Both authority and dragon body were under his control, but he wasn't qualified enough to have full control over the Flesh.

For flesh and blood succumb to instinct, just as the soul succumbs to reason. However, human beings are such creatures, no matter how far they have evolved, they will want to retain their 'humanity' that is actually useless, and constantly warn themselves whether they are the same as they once were.

The First Emperor and Chen Mo coincidentally chose to cheat. The core of Ying Zheng's entire plan lies in the dragon vein, which wears out the activity of the evil spirits in the dragon corpse for a long time, and burns the evil spirits born from the purest 'flesh' with a spiritual fire that has little effect on flesh and blood.

He will take over the dragon body, which is not controlled by evil spirits, and before the dragon body can adapt to it, through thousands of years of knowledge of the enemy, he will become another soul that retains his memories and is condensed from the instinct of 'flesh and blood'.

Chen Mo didn't know the First Emperor's methods, and his own methods were actually not perfect to achieve the goal.

Obviously, there are many 'Chen Mo' who are full of human nature, and there are also Chen Mo who can completely control the power, take the initiative to maintain the endless operation of the heavens, and are as rational as a machine.

It is also ironic that only the dragon body of the Black King can remain active after the death of the soul, and even a new 'host' can be born from itself, and only the soul of the White King can survive out of thin air after the death of the body, and even create a new 'carrier'.

Chen Momo held the pale scepter and asked softly.

"The stubborn insect turns into a dragon, and the spirit grows into an immortal, according to your meaning, Xu Fu of Dongdu chose the path of 'becoming an immortal'?"

"He saw the possibility of becoming an immortal outside the East China Sea, and I still have a huge empire, so turning into a dragon is a safer choice."

"There has never been a word for safety." Chen Mo grinned. He didn't know what Xu Fudong left behind in the world of Japanese half-breeds after he crossed over, was he wiped out by the blood of the White King?

Or did he become a member of the Eight Snake Family? Maybe he will leave a figure in the dusty history, but apparently he failed.

The First Emperor chose the path of 'turning into a dragon', so as a 'courtier', if Xu Fu wants to continue to climb upward, he can only pursue the faint hope on another road.

The road ahead will only get narrower and narrower, until there is no way to get down, and accommodating one person is already the limit, isn't it?