Lu Mingfei woke up, but he never seemed to fall asleep, when Lu Mingze integrated into his body, the tyrannical heart beat for the first time in his life, and the pleasure of holding power flowed in every cell.

Gradually, the pitch-black dagger fell off, and it fell to the ground with the sound of stones colliding, and the creation of alchemy was originally smooth and pure, but now it seems to have become a stone tool polished by the ancients in the wilderness, and the material is like hard obsidian.

Yang Huaizhou fell to the ground softly, a few moans still appeared between his teeth, and the characteristics of dragonization gradually faded, and the retained dragon blood improved his bloodline while repairing the damage.

In just a few minutes, his body was in opposition to such a monster, the ferocious aura still lingered around, those images stayed in his mind clearly, and when he broke through the sound barrier, the touch of the wind on his cheeks and the pleasure brought by the whistling seemed to be engraved in his mind.

For the first time, he realized the tyranny of the so-called dragons, and the temptation of the abyss of depravity.

Lu Mingze squatted next to him, his black and white dress was covered with bright red blood, and curiously pulled the 'obsidian' on the ground with his hands, like a child playing with ants on the side of the road, but his white hands were also covered with blood.

"This is a sample?"

"Pretty good, right?" Lu Mingze stood up happily, stars twinkling in his eyes, blood still remained on the corners of his mouth, and the boundary between children and demons seemed to become more and more ambiguous in that move.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand and looked at it blankly, and suddenly, his hands seemed to be stained with blood.

"This is the trial plus version! It is all thanks to the sponsorship of peers to exert such an effect! But brother, if you don't mind buying the original product, it's definitely even more powerful! At that time, his consciousness was sober, and Lu Mingfei calmly came to this conclusion.

He likes to watch Hong Kong films, "The True Color of Heroes", "God of Gamblers", "Journey to the West", "Kung Fu"...., he likes the high-spirited Mark and Gao Jin, and he also likes the Supreme Treasure who can't be loved and Zhou Xingxing, who has turned over the counterattack, and he is familiar with those classic lines, and looks forward to the life of a movie character coming to him one day.

He recalled the kung fu of the pigpen walled city, and swung his fist to hit the dragon demon's body, the hard bones were shattered, the calf was slanted towards the monster's chest, the fatal viscera was displaced, and the cathartic violence made him feel refreshed, the secretion of adrenaline and dopamine was just the surface, and deeper was the joy of the dragon king's heart.

In an instant, when the eternal speed was added to his body, what passed through his mind was what the Huoyun Evil God said: "The martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable." The dagger stabbed into the monster's vital point, and the pleasure continued to pound his nerves, followed by further destruction in his mind.

He should grab the dagger and slam it through the brain, agitating and completely destroying the dragon's first nerve, and tearing open the vertebrae to destroy the ganglia that may exist, eliminating all chance of its survival.

Lu Mingfei is not sure whether it is from his inner thoughts, or the devil's bewitchment, he has always been a heartless person, and he simply doesn't think about troubles when he encounters them, most of the time he finds an Internet café with a better environment for a long time, and most of his worries are forgotten.

It's just that a voice in his heart pressed his head and asked him to get to the bottom of it.

"The relentless pursuit of truth is the most important trait of an alchemist." Chen Mo's voice was vague, but it was firmly remembered by his subconscious.

But time seemed to give him no more time to think. The Nibelungen is collapsing. But the living creatures in the entire Nibelungen are only Lu Mingfei and Yang Huaizhou, who was lying in front of him.

The black stones around him swayed, but they were so strong that they did not collapse directly, as the core, this is probably the last place of destruction, the vast Xianyang Palace City and this underground palace have begun to collapse, and the huge stone foundation rises in the wind, like a torn palace city rises into the sky, and begins to powder extremely slowly.

The brown tornado with a large number of fragments stood between heaven and earth, the building materials of Miyagi turned into fragments floating in the air, the breath of destruction filled every corner, and the underground palace where Lu Mingfei was located also became a part of those suspended fragments, and died in the stormy sky.

"This is probably one of the most special Nibelungens in history." Lu Mingze looked at the collapse that was getting closer and closer to him with nostalgia, as if he had seen the same scene before.

"The spirit body that has lost its core, it has already broken down, but the scale is too large, so it may not be completely disappeared for a while, and we can wait for a while to die."

"Do you want me to trade with you again?"

"Brother, you guessed right."

"You know what I'm going to say." Lu Mingfei replied vigorously: "The scenery here is very good, and it also saves the effort of burial, which is not unacceptable." ”

"Okay, but as a user bonus, I can stay here with you until the last second."

"What will happen to you when I die?"

"Find another customer, but our devil's schedule is full, after all, hell was full thousands of years ago, and now you are still stuffing people into it, and the next one will probably be a few decades later." Lu Mingze shook his head: "But most of me was retired at that time." ”

"Can the devil retire?"

"After all, I've been doing it for thousands of years, and it's time to retire in a few years." The immature voice and the old-fashioned words are not inconsistent.

"Sounds good."

"I'm fine, you're going to die, hey! Don't you have any last words to say before you die? A few figures flashed in Lu Mingfei's head, and they quickly erased, but it was only a few months, Shi Lan's classmates, including that girl, were like people from another world, and some memories would not be forgotten, but the traces had no effect on them.

"You said that my unlucky parents would feel a little sad when they knew that I was missing, but most of my deaths on the dragon slaying battlefield were sacrifices, right? Will the Kassel Academy be credited with a feat or something? No one answered.

The place where Lu Mingze was was empty was empty, and there seemed to be something left on the ground where he was standing.

In the glorious tomb, Chen Mo gently moved Zhao Anmin's body aside, took the black dagger in Lu Mingze's hand, and in the coffin, blood soaked the emperor's body.

Chen Mo delicately ripped out the dragon's heart and handed it to Lu Mingze, but the heart that touched the black dagger was like a dead wood in spring.

"Remember the appointment." He reminded the boy with a smirk.

"Of course." Lu Mingze glanced at Chen Mo viciously, snatching the embodiment of flesh and blood authority from his hand,

"Aren't you going to pull him out directly?"

"Self-reliance." Chen Mo spread his hands: "He is your brother, and then my student, even if I don't make a move, he can survive, otherwise you will probably go crazy." ”

"I'll be the first to kill you when I go crazy." Lu Mingze's tone was calm.

"I only know that my brother's little boy can't beat me, and besides, a Flamel won't die of alchemy." Chen Mo's ridicule was unrestrained: "I hope he can make good use of my admission gift." Lu Mingfei picked up the note, as well as a few small test tubes.

"Dear Lu Mingfei: As a disciple of Flammel, you still have to learn to use plug-ins, page 160 of "Blood Source Engraved Shuoyuan", remember? This is my gift to you, obviously you have far exceeded the admission criteria in Kassel, and the next is just my personal assessment, and of course your life is at stake. Try to use it to open the door to the Nibelungen, it's a near-universal tool to open the door, building a matrix based on the properties that induce the blood, and death and inventory depend on the knowledge you have. Knowledge is power. With a little hint. -----Chen Mo" When Lu Mingfei's gaze fell on the words of the small prompt, a ball of compressed information exploded in his mind as if it had been input and decoded.

Lu Mingfei, whose eyes were bloodshot, sighed, rubbed his red eyes, and opened the cork at the mouth of the test tube.

King Solomon's Little Key.