Lu Mingfei ignored her words, and just walked towards her step by step with the Wuwei sword.

Looking at the approaching figure, Izanami felt a little nervous.

When she realized this, a sense of humiliation instantly welled up in her heart.

She, the greatest creation of the Black King, the divine dragon who holds spiritual power, the only ruler of the world, and the white emperor.

How can you be nervous about a human being?

Izanami was furious, and she realized that she had to kill the human, or she would no longer have the courage to challenge the Black King.

The lava-like golden pupils burned wildly, and the mycelium that was constantly repairing the body shrank into the body.

Both of Izanami's faces became solemn, and the dragon script, which had not been recorded in any text, was quickly woven into an epic swan song.

She will unleash her unique spirit and manifest the power that leads to the root of the world.

A blonde man in a top hat stands on a small boat, quietly looking at the bustling city.

He could feel the elements being mobilized wildly, and the inner and outer worlds were moving towards imbalance.

The sea is rising, the volcano is shaking, and the fish and birds at the bottom of the sea have sensed the danger and are desperately trying to escape from the sea.

Only human beings still don't know it, and they are still dreaming of their little happiness.

The white emperor sat on a chariot carried by hundreds of men, and her footprints crossed the oceans and continents to the red plateau at the end of the earth.

"The squires draped in brass and gold raised long banners for her that covered the sky, and the blood of the enemy splattered on the towering banners, and it took three days for them to flow into the land."

"Wherever she went, she built a city based on the dry bones of her enemies, and all the cities were joined together into an impregnable wall, and from then on south of the wall was her imperial city, and all the tribes she conquered were exiled to the north of the wall, only to wail in the ice and snow, praying that the sun would rise sooner to give them a little warmth."

The blonde man recited an ancient prophecy, a mocking smile on his lips.

The Black King once said, "On the day I return to the world, all the rebels shall die," and the Four Great Monarchs uttered similar proverbs.

These kings who once ruled the world seem to like to put out some cruel words before they die, so that future generations can live in their shadows and live in fear.

However, times change.

Humans now don't need to steal dragon bloodlines to have the power to destroy the world, and dragons no longer need to fight with their claws and teeth.

He just has to stand here and wait for a result, and whether it is a man or a god, he will take it all.

"What is that guy laughing at there?"

Mai picked at her hair, the humid air making her scalp itch a little.

"Have you ever watched anime?"

Su Enxi asked rhetorically.

"Of course, I'm Japanese."

Mai said.

In Japan, it may be possible to find someone who doesn't like anime, but it is almost impossible to find someone who hasn't watched anime.

"Aren't the villains in anime always laughing wickedly when they think their plans have succeeded?"

Su Enxi said.

"Hey, you're reading Hong Kong comics."

Mai corrects her misunderstanding of Riman.

"Rather than focusing on comics, you'd better focus on the target."

Su Enxi said lightly.

"What does the boss want us to do, he didn't say to kill, he didn't say not to kill, just let us see what we do."

Mai said distressedly.

As a part-time worker, what I am most afraid of is that the boss will let me watch it.

If it is done well, the boss will lead it well, and if it is done badly, he will bear all the responsibility.

"The boss probably knows that you can't kill him."

Su Enxi said.

"I can't kill him?"

Mai was not happy when she heard this.

"Look at this big muzzle, look at this big bullet, look at this long legs, which one can't kill him ten times or eight times?"

"What if it's the Dragon King on the other side?"

Su Enxi asked.

"Dragon King? Not really. ”

Mai shrunk her neck.

Although she shouted fiercely, the four kings were real murderers, and they were all lords who wanted to destroy the world at every turn.

She doesn't know if she can destroy the world, but there is no problem at all in destroying her little half-blood.

"I don't know, but if you dare to play against the White King, he can't be an ordinary half-blood."

Su Enxi shook his head and said.

"So what the hell are we going to do?"

Mai was a little impatient.

"Wait, stop him when he's going to do something."

Su Enxi said.

This is the optimal solution she calculated with the Speech Spirit Heavenly Evolution, which is to brake statically.

"Okay. Alas, I don't know if the Holy Angel Beast knows how hard we work for him. ”

Mai lamented.

"When he comes out, you can tell him and let him pay you."

Su Enxi said.

"Forget it, I'm afraid that he will arrest me and slice and torture me as soon as they meet."

Mai shook her head in horror.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and in the trapped beast cage, the two fierce beasts are preparing for the final battle.

"Everything is like a dream bubble, like fog and electricity, and it should be viewed as such."

Listening to Izanami's chanting of the dragon script, Minamoto recited Buddhist verses in her sleep.

"When you fall asleep, you still read poetry, which is quite romantic."

Fingal grumbled, then casually glanced outside.

"it."

He subconsciously exclaimed.

I saw rainbow-like shrouds rise from the margins in all directions and close to them, and the entire Night Eclipse Plain was shrouded in the realm of words and spirits.

Izanami's body was slightly stiff, and both mouths were panting at the same time.

Even in her prime, it was not an easy task to release such a spirit of words, not to mention that she was not yet a complete dragon body.

Fortunately, she is now in the Night Eclipse Field, and the special nature of the Nibelungen is just right for this spirit.

Ancient Permissions: Dream Bubble.

The world of words and spirits can construct an illusory world in the minds of many people, and the releaser can let the target enter his own fantasy in a large realm centered on himself, and everything he suffers in the illusion will be reflected in reality.

It creates group dreams out of thin air without making eye contact, subjecting the dreamer to eternal torment or endless pleasure.

The real and the unreal are blurred in the world of the whirlpool, and those who are immersed in it cannot extricate themselves.

The Ancient Permission Dream Bubble is much more terrifying, the releaser can manifest everything in his memory in the realm, and the deeper the memory, the deeper and deeper the understanding, the closer the embodied thing is to the ontology.

Moreover, the people trapped in the dream bubble will also use their own spirit to maintain this world, even if the freer dies, as long as there are intelligent creatures in the realm, this spirit will continue.

Of course, compared to the world of the specifiers, there is a little more uncertainty in the fantasy bubble in which the freed person participates.

But the freed person has no control over what memories he embodies, and who else can compare to her memories as the white emperor who has lived for an unknown number of thousands of years?

(End of chapter)