Among the flesh and blood wreckage all over the ground, Yang Huaizhou stretched out his hand without hesitation. The heart, completely peeled from the stone skin, tentatively climbed up to his palm, and with a slight tingling pain, the flesh bud pierced the epidermis and touched the blood.

Some kind of instinctive joy stimulates it. It is a carrier of excellent bloodlines. It didn't directly carry out rough genetic iteration, it climbed directly to the chest, cut open the left chest along the bowl-sized wound, and melted into the heart like a stone sinking into the sea.

The heart beats in an irregular rhythm, like a violent convulsion, and the new blood created flows down the blood vessels into the limbs and bones, and comes into contact with the weak body, and the transformation gradually begins, like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins, galloping wildly on the road of sublimation.

The color of blood gradually obscured his eyes, but the golden light behind the curtain became more and more brilliant until it broke through.

A low roar kept swirling in the man's throat, but it was difficult to make a sound, his limbs, waist and abdomen were on his back, his muscles that were originally like steel and bamboo were abnormally relaxed and bulging, and the red steam continued to seep out along the pores, turning Yang Huaizhou into a figure in the fog.

But through the fog, Yang Huaizhou, whose consciousness was on the verge of collapse, suddenly saw a figure, a boy lying on the ground, wearing a gorgeous official uniform with large sleeves, the collar of his clothes was dirty, and he looked extremely embarrassed, not short, but thin with the naked eye.

Yang Huaizhou's eyes were full of surprise, but the corners of his mouth outlined an arc of ecstasy, his grinning mouth was almost cracked to his ears, and his expression was divided into several parts, as if they had collapsed with his human genes.

"....... of bloodlines"

"Unification........ Devouring ......" The man who ate the monster, or was eaten by the monster, was talking to himself, in some ancient language, as if crying was mixed with the holiness of chanting, Lu Mingfei couldn't understand a word, but something woke up in his body, and suddenly he understood, the note of the dead full of desire to destroy.

Lu Mingfei should have covered his ears and ran in the opposite direction, away from this thing that didn't know if it was a human or a ghost.

But he didn't. Lu Mingfei slowly got up from the ground, stretched out his arms, shook the wide clothes on his body, and arranged the complicated collar, as if he was extremely familiar with this ancient official uniform.

He seemed to have suddenly changed into a person, with a smile on his face, and the dignity of his eyes overwhelmed Yang Huaizhou Tongkong's molten gold: "I have this kind of thought all day long about killing people." The black scales covered Yang Huaizhou's hands from the back of his hand to his arms, piercing through his close-fitting clothing to reveal sharp tips, and every inch of his body was gradually turning into a tool for killing.

At the end of the god's broken path, close to the soul of the god, the man has been able to chant the words and spirits that resonate with any bloodline, and can even carry out a certain number of words and spirits recombination.

However, without the support of authority, the spirit is like a boat fluttering in a tsunami, and the slightest carelessness will fall into a catastrophe from which it will never recover.

The man, who was gradually detached from the human realm, tilted his head.

"Have you seen this movie? Super classic lines, good or not, if you haven't seen it, hurry up and watch it! The boy threw up his hands and shook them excitedly, as if to indicate how wonderful the movie was.

He was looking at the man who was neither human nor ghost, and there was no shadow of Yang Huaizhou there! In this tomb, where there was no exit except for the stone door, he disappeared like evaporation!

Lu Mingfei burst into flames in an instant, and his fist and a black shadow struck in mid-air, and the fist had an astonishing momentum, like a cannonball out of the chamber and smashed into the elbow covered with black scales.

Blood was dripping, and the metacarpal bones were brittle and cracked. The figure that had been smashed by a punch flew upside down.

"Hong Family Iron Fist!" He laughed maniacally,

"Damn there are no hoops!! The bones of the elbow are so hard, it would be easy to use as a ring, right? The monster was slammed into the wall with the force of the mountains and seas, but instead of stopping, the transformation of the flesh intensified, the bones of the elbow pierced the skin that was gradually covered in blue-black, and the hideous barbs turned the whole arm in the direction of the flying man.

The sharp claws reflexively grabbed the hard stone wall, longing and ecstasy alternated on that face, compared to Lu Mingfei's maniacal laughter that filled the entire tomb, the monster's throat was suddenly silent, but the expression was unpredictable like a kaleidoscope of light, rage, greed, joy.... The emotions of the ukiyo-e were staged in turn, the muscles of the thighs were tensed to the tightest, the bones of the legs and the flesh and blood of the legs gradually reflexed violently, and the bowstrings of hundreds of stones shot out the arrows of death.

The 'arrow' with a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour was dodged sideways by Lu Mingfei, and his horizontal right leg kicked Yang Huaizhou's waist and abdomen, and it was pulled back again like a whip.

"Eighteen Ways Tan Legs." The two sharp pains Ling Chi Lu Mingfei's nerves, but if he didn't realize it, he just laughed wildly, waving his long sleeves and dancing freely, and the melodious guqin and the sound of the qin sounded in the dark.

His arms and legs had died from the two contacts, but his limbs were still moving normally under the terrifying exterior, and the noble dragon's blood was gradually awakening from its slumber, but at this time it was other forces that were mending his broken body.

Flesh and blood. To be precise, it's the flesh and blood of the White King. Tai'a completely suppressed the hidden danger left by Odin, and the carrier of the gods could also be created through this fragment of the root of the world.

So the flesh was returned to the agreed owner. The boy danced with all his might, feminine and violent in the same movement, the world had become extremely clear in front of him, mustard seeds could be seen at a glance, Sumeru could be seen at a glance, every scale and feather appeared in front of his eyes, and across half of the wide burial chamber, the thick smell of fishy smell and the sweetness of dragon blood had never poured into his nose so deeply.

The highly strengthened muscles relaxed and tightened, the rubble of the wall slowly fell, and after returning again and again in vain, the human will could no longer suppress the low dragon roar, and the voice was just as clear, he stopped, his hands were raised slightly, and the injuries on his arm and right leg healed instantly, and the process was so fast that it seemed to be skipped.

The circular realm opened from his body, and a territory belonging to him awakened, Lu Mingfei couldn't feel the flow of power, he only felt calm, he held the power and power, so the world was held in his hands.

He slowly closed his eyes, the sharp wind swept across his cheeks, instead of the effect of light, the skin on his body was covered with a layer of white light, every inch sensed everything, it was the third eye, countless eyes.

Lu Mingfei's waist sank, his palms were tightly connected, and he took a posture casually. Movement and static opening and closing, nothing more than that, Tai Chi, born without limits, the opportunity of movement and static, the mother of yin and yang.

He caught Menghu who threw himself into the net, and pressed Menghu's head and smashed it on the hard ground.

"I'm going to beat you up so much that you don't even know your mother."