Lu Mingfei pulled out his fist from the stone wall, and at the same time kicked away the philosopher's angel who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to attack.

The cave, which used to be fairly level, is now dilapidated.

There were cracks, potholes, and marks from punches and kicks.

If there is a spirit in the cave, it will make a complaint.

It's not two people fighting at all, it's two construction machines getting drunk and going crazy.

Lu Mingfei looked intently, and the chest of the philosopher's deflated chest bulged again.

He frowned, his recovery speed surpassed Izanami's.

Even the two-in-one King of Bronze and Fire would be half-crippled after finishing the series of moves he had just made.

But the alien in front of him was unscathed, is this the effect of words or alchemy items?

"Are you wondering why I'm recovering so quickly?"

The angel saw through his mind.

"So what?"

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"That's not as good as this, if you answer my questions, I'll answer your doubts."

The Philosopher smiled.

"Say."

He was too lazy to take care of it, but a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he changed his mind again.

"You have the Philosopher's Stone in that engine, right?"

The philosopher asked.

"That's right."

"Where did you get such a large piece of the Philosopher's Stone and the aura of the Dragon Bone Cross?"

Zhe Angel was indeed curious about this question.

Large philosopher's stones, though rare, are not a big deal.

When he rebelled with the four kings back then, the dragons he killed were enough to refine this piece.

However, it is strange that there is a keel cross in it.

You can't use the Philosopher's Stone as a bone bottle, this thing is not hard.

In fact, this matter has nothing to do with him, but he just can't suppress his curiosity.

This is also a big reason why the Philosopher was sealed, but he has no intention of changing.

The immortal species is like this, the character is either set at the beginning, or it is shaped by countless years of time, and it is difficult to change.

Unless he lost his memory after breaking the cocoon, but the philosopher angel has always been in a half-dead state, and the inability to move for more than a thousand years has made him even more stubborn.

"This is the Celestial Dragon Orb made by Tanbhaturi."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Thanh Brahtali, did it really succeed?"

The pupils of the angel trembled.

Of course, he knew about the mad scientists of this dragon family, because they were known for their intelligence.

However, he was more interested in studying the laws of nature than Tanvatrali was interested in alchemy and Tskatlipoca was interested in relics from the mythological age.

"It didn't work out, because I stopped the last step."

Lu Mingfei summed up the whole process of the trip to the plateau in the shortest words.

"That's a shame."

Zhe Angel said with some regret.

Although he is not optimistic about alchemy, this epoch-making alchemical creation is still worth seeing.

At the same time, the philosopher's heart was also a little lost, but in the end, he still let Tan Vandari beat him.

There is still a strong sense of comparison between several of their equally named sub-species.

"It's your turn."

Lu Mingfei urged.

"Okay. You should know that one of your men is a descendant of the White King. ”

Zhe Angel said.

"Yes."

He nodded.

"The quality of your bloodline is very high, so I can use his blood as an introduction to awaken the Spirit of Words and Eight Qi. And this spiritual effect is to have an immortal body. ”

The philosopher replied.

"Aren't pure-blooded dragons able to use all the spirit of speech?"

He asked.

"Of course not, the primeval authority can only be used by the Dragon King and a very small number of sub-species. Moreover, this is not a matter of rank, the exclusive spirit of the White King line can only be used by the blood of the White King, not even the Dragon King. ”

Philosopher explained.

"Speaking of which, I'm curious how you managed to find the White King's Bloodline as your subordinate. They must have been killed by the Black King. ”

His curiosity came back to him.

Lu Mingfei thought about it, and it didn't seem to matter if the White King's matter told this alien.

Moreover, this alien seems to know more than Natsumi, who has Alzheimer's disease.

"The White King is not dead, he is parasitic on the body of the Japanese half-blood, and he was killed by me before."

He said briefly.

"You killed the White King?"

The golden pupils of the angel trembled wildly, as if in extreme shock.

Is that the white emperor, the existence of the four great monarchs, and the human in front of him claims to have killed it?

"That's true."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

His record doesn't need an alien to affirm.

"Are you sure, the White King is really dead?"

After a while, the philosopher angel suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

Lu Mingfei frowned.

"The High Priest has spiritual authority, and the only one who can kill him is the Black King, who also holds spiritual authority. If the Black King hadn't been able to kill it, it would have been even more impossible. ”

Zhe Angel said.

"Its parasite has been killed by me, and the keel cross has been burned."

He retorted.

"If it's an ordinary dragon clan, if there is a dragon bone cross, it is basically dead, but it is far from enough for the white king. Otherwise, it should have died completely at the execution of the Black King. ”

The philosopher shook his head.

Of course, there are other possibilities.

For example, the Black King didn't want to kill it completely.

However, this possibility is too small to be discussed.

Lu Mingfei didn't speak, and the words of the alien had no trust in him.

However, after the second set of power armor was manufactured, he also refined the White King's dragon bone cross into the Philosopher's Stone.

Even if the White King is not dead, as long as the dragon bone cross containing power and authority is gone, it will not be able to make any big waves.

"Are you finished?"

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"It's over."

The philosopher dusted his sleeves.

"Then die."

The cold light came out of its sheath, and arrogance pierced at the robe with a momentum that pierced everything.

The Seven Deadly Sins.

The philosopher's heart was shocked again, he was really more and more curious about the identity of the other party.

Is it a human, a half-blood, or a dragon?

"Cut it open and see."

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the angel, and with a flick of his wrist, a strange-shaped weapon appeared in his hand.

It is a broad-edged scimitar, but the tip of the knife is split in two, like scissors.

Zulficar, this weapon is one of the seven swords of a holy relic, the Holy Prophet.

It is said that during the Battle of Badr (Battle of Badr) in 624 AD, the Holy Prophet was surrounded by enemy troops. But the archangel suddenly appeared from the sky and gave this divine sword to help the army of the Holy Prophet turn defeat into victory.

After the war, the sword was bestowed upon his most trusted follower and son-in-law, Ali, who eventually became the fourth caliph of the Arab Caliphate.

An Arabic proverb also says that there is no hero like Ali in the world, and there will be no sword like Zulfikar.

And because the scimitar resembles a crescent moon, Zulfikar is also known as the bilunar scimitar.

This legend is half-true, and the angels did lend Zulfikar to the Holy Prophet, but took it back after the battle.

What Ali got was an imitation of what the Holy Prophet had asked the master alchemist to create.

The scimitar collided with the Han Bafang Sword, and the Zhe Angel suddenly felt his body sink.

The arrogant alchemy realm exerted about three times the gravity on him, but for the physical body blessed by the Spirit of Words and Spirits, this burden was only a piece of cake.

Just like the Word Spirit Kingship, the most effective in the Gravity Realm is a group of enemies with weak bodies, or heavy opponents such as pure-blooded dragons in the form of dragons.

The swords were holding each other, and it turned out to be Lu Mingfei's arm inward.

There is no cocooned sub-genus species plus Yanling Yaqi, and the physical strength is not inferior to the incomplete combined dragon king.

In the midst of the stalemate, the philosopher angel twitched his left hand, and the double moon scimitar was split in two.

The sword light, as bright as the moon, hooked towards the relatively fragile neck of the power armor.

(End of chapter)