The half-blood monarch who refines the blood of the gods has the ability to hunt the next generation, and can even threaten the life of the first generation.

Their bloodlines and spirits have grown in secret arts and medicines, balancing each other until they are close to the level of the dragon king, but there is a natural moat between them and the complete first generation.

Authority. Authority is a cheater that changes the rules, and power will only be subservient to higher powers. Just like now, Lu Mingfei stared blankly at Yang Huaizhou walking in front of him, but he didn't seem to be able to see his existence.

As Zhao Anmin cut the artery with the dagger that had a deep relationship with the First Emperor, the blood of the Black King, who had already invaded the whole body, soaked the emperor's body along the coffin, and there was not much blood left in Zhao Anmin's body, like a dead old man, he still stood steadily, staring at the face in the coffin that was not angry and arrogant.

In the dragon vein, the black stone door opened. In the inner hall of the underground palace behind the door, Lu Mingfei, who had just woken up, looked around at a loss, Lu Mingze squatted beside him, staring at the stone platform in the center of the hall, on which was placed a black stone, which was hard visible to the naked eye, and the interlaced lines like blood vessels on it gave the stone a strange activity.

"Awake?" Lu Mingze turned his head and glanced at Lu Mingfei, who was still in a daze, and asked softly. Lu Mingfei looked left and right,

"What is this place?"

"This is the underground of Xianyang Palace." Lu Mingze shrugged: "Do you remember that terrifying emperor?" If nothing else, he's going to die soon. Lu Mingfei lowered his head and stared blankly at the rough stone ground for a while, as if he was recalling the cruel battle before Miyagi and the dragon that covered the sky.

"Don't you care how he died?"

"It's my business." Lu Mingfei muttered in a low voice, he was actually thinking about how the imposing emperor would die, standing in front of his Xianyang Palace, and being killed by the giant dragon that crashed down from the sky?

It is very in line with his temperament, he died a heroic death, his soldiers had died before that, and the First Emperor could conquer the underworld with his army.

"Actually, it really doesn't matter to you whether he dies or not at other times, brother."

"But now we're still in the dragon vein, and if Yingzheng dies, we'll die too." Lu Mingfei's eyes widened reluctantly.

When the First Emperor dies, the dragon vein will collapse, and the collapsed Nibelungen will be completely erased with the living creatures inside, leaving no trace.

"What about them?" Lu Mingfei pointed to the blind half-breed in front of him.

"They're all going to die." Lu Mingze lay on the ground with his head up: "Probably that arrogant human can survive, but he won't live long." ”

"What do you mean?"

"See for yourself." The orthodox alchemists cut their wrists one after another, and used blood and dansha mercury to draw ancient talismans on the ground, and the dragon veins did not accept the materials they carried, and their own bone and blood could also be used as a substitute for drawing talismans.

The average human blood loss of more than 800-1000ml will cause hemorrhagic shock, Lu Mingfei's front of the blood flow is like a note, and no mixed-race species collapsed because of such a large amount of blood loss.

The rich smell of blood hit his senses, and he felt the urge to vomit.

"Don't spit it out, brother, don't take the friendship you had before, jumping out in this kind of place, the first thing they do is chop you up to make materials, and maybe ask how you got here."

"But you don't know anything." Lu Mingze laughed happily, laughing to tears.

"Shut up," Lu Mingfei gasped: "Die or die." ”

"But there's still hope for you, don't be so wasteful." Lu Mingze looked at the busy orthodox monk and said softly.

"Am I just a piece of waste? Brother Mo is also in the dragon vein, and he probably doesn't mind coming to save me. Lu Mingze shook his head: "If you are really a waste wood, Kassel will not find you, Chen Mo will not be your teacher, and you will not choose the road of Kassel, slaying dragons." ”

"Slay the dragon...."Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly,

"Aren't those monsters all human in the first place?" At the beginning of the path of alchemy, one needs to learn to abandon superfluous thinking and accept all knowledge that may help the warlock to reach the truth.

The birth of Deadpool, mutual reproduction, types, and the alchemy materials derived from it..... This was also attributed by Flamel to the foundation of alchemy.

Lu Mingfei sometimes took off his glasses, and even felt fear of himself a moment ago, that state of absolute concentration and high calmness, which seemed to turn him into another person.

It was hard for him to imagine how he could have studied over and over the horrific images that would make a normal man dream at night, identifying the structural weaknesses of various Deadpools.

"Dragon slaying naturally also includes slaughtering the fallen Deadpool and the dragon-blood subspecies, you should have understood a long time ago, why take this path?"

"I was tricked." Lu Mingfei pursed his lips, he actually understood that this kind of talk could only be used to deceive himself.

Chen Mo and Lu Mingze will set up all kinds of temptations, the kind of girl that ordinary people can't see in their lifetime, the opportunity to be in the limelight, the knowledge that fascinates people behind the curtain, and the expensive alchemy items.

Lu Mingfei can turn around, go back to the room where he shared a room with his cousin, wait for a book on the edge of high school graduation, wave goodbye to his classmates and Chen Wenwen, and live a life where he can see the end at a glance.

But this is impossible again, because Lu Mingze knows him, so he will not look back.

"Everyone has to have a reason to convince themselves of this." Lu Mingze looked at him slyly: "What reason do you have?" Lu Mingfei lowered his head and thought hard, thought for a long time, and when he raised his head and wanted to speak, Lu Mingze disappeared.

"What a little brat." Lu Mingfei's eyes were empty and he muttered to himself. The answer to that question is actually for himself, and the devil doesn't know what's going on in his customer's mind?

The devil will only lure your heart little by little and make you agree to his request. Not every devil is as kind as Faust's Mephistopheles.