Austria, in the land of the Göttingen family.

"Old Tang" lowered the bronze greatsword, and the manor was as silent as death, only the previous metal trembling sound seemed to be still echoing.

The old patriarch lay on the ground, a little doubtful that he was about to die, so he had this hallucination.

Speech Spirit Sequence 96 Heaven and Earth are furnaces, a half-breed almost impossible to possess the spirit of words, can refine items with spiritual fire, can smelt metal out of thin air and form it into a new form at will, and it is not an ordinary metal, it is an alchemy metal that needs to be formed through a series of complex processing.

The ordering of the periodic table refers to the periodic table, the more unstable the elements are ranked further down, and the more unstable the periodic table is, the more backward the spirit, in other words, the sequence of the spirit is related to power and rarity, but it is not an absolute equal sign.

Although the sequence of Heaven and Earth as a furnace is only 96, it is recognized as the pinnacle of the metal-based spirit of speech, and in the records of the secret party, no dragon below the next generation has ever been able to release this spirit of speech.

Even in the next generation, only the direct lineage of the Lord of Bronze and Fire is qualified to do so.

From a certain point of view, although this spirit of words does not have the destructive power of destroying the world, its greatness and astonishment are no less than the more violent "candle dragon".

The likelihood of a half-breed possessing this spirit is not much higher than that of the "Candle Dragon".

In the historical records of the secret party, there will be no more than three hybrids with this level of speech spirit in the last three hundred years, and there is not one in the present generation.

What kind of apprentice did I take......

Just when the old patriarch suspected that he was hallucinating, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his body.

I'm going to die?

This thought was only fleeting, and the old patriarch suddenly remembered that this was clearly the characteristic of being in the realm of high-level thunder and lightning spirits.

The slight tingling and tingling sensation on his body came from the subtle electricity that echoed and released in the field.

The male dragons spat out a serene dragon chant as if they were about to bite something off, and a few hideous snakes of thunder and lightning flashed in the air, enveloping half of the manor and weaving into a web.

"Don! Be careful! He's going to attack you with lightning and lightning! The old patriarch shouted.

Heaven and Earth as a furnace is indeed a miraculous spirit, but no matter how miraculous it is, the smelt of it is still alchemy metal, and it will become a weakness in the face of thunder and lightning.

Almost at the same time as the old patriarch spoke, the web of thunder and lightning in the air threw a bright ball of lightning with a diameter of more than five meters towards Old Tang.

Some of the kingdom knights wanted to rush up to block this blow for Lao Tang, including the black-armored women who were resisted by Lao Tang, but they were also wearing conductive alchemy armor, and they couldn't form a formation to expand the alchemy realm to resist the thunder and lightning at this moment, and the tingling pain that the old patriarch felt was magnified a hundred times on them, restricting all actions, and they couldn't even stand up.

Looking at the old Tang who was shrouded in ball lightning, the corners of the male dragon's mouth cracked into a hideous smile, and a tyrannical flame rose in his eyes - he was the race of the Lord of the Sky and the Wind, and when he released the spirit "Indra", it was far more powerful than other kinds.

He didn't know why he had a heart palpitation and even an illusion of awe when the half-breed looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, but he was sure that the other party would never survive under this powerful spirit, and when the thunder and lightning ball dispersed, all he would stand on the ground would be a piece of coke......

Bright blue balls of lightning went out without warning, like incandescent light bulbs with the switch turned off.

Old Tang stood in place with the giant sword in his hand, his eyes open a vertical line like a dragon, but then it quickly changed into the shape of a human pupil again, and no one noticed it, his eyes looked back and forth on the two dragons, as if he was observing a live fish on the board.

The tyrannical fire in the golden pupils of the male dragon seemed to be extinguished by a pool of cold water, leaving only horror.

As the releaser of the spirit of words, he could clearly feel how the spirit of words had just "disappeared".

A kind of spiritual fire that can almost be said to be supreme rose from the body of the "half-blood" in front of him, "incinerating" and "purifying" all the wind elements and thunder and lightning around him that were manipulated by him.

The spiritual power he used to manipulate the elements was instantly incinerated, and the elements reverted to being free and ownerless, and the thunder and lightning formed by the elements naturally dissipated and became invisible.

At the moment when the invisible spiritual fire burned, the surroundings of that half-breed seemed to become an absolute realm in the sense of elements, and all the elements within that range could not be controlled by any spiritual power, and all the spirits that entered that realm would be "purified" by the spiritual fire.

It's not something a half-breed can do.

Not to mention the half-bloods, even among the dragons, there are only a very few existences that can dispel the spirit of speech with their own spirit, and this realm of dispersing the spirit of speech is respectfully called the "royal domain".

Because only an incomparably powerful king or prince can dissolve the spirit of words with his own spirit, and only a dragon at the level of a duke can make the power of the spirit break through the "royal domain".

Here's the problem...... He once participated in a battle to besiege the prince, and felt the opponent's "royal domain", the kind of iron wall that can ignore the spirit of words.

However, compared to the "Royal Domain" in front of him, where the half-breed directly burned the elements and purified them, the Prince's "Royal Domain" was simply like a rabbit or a cat, just by disturbing the elements to break the spirit of speech.

"You...... No, who are you? The male dragon hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head respectfully.

"Old Tang" looked down at the dragon indifferently, and did not answer at all, but said to himself: "If I say that I am too lazy to kill you and let you commit suicide, will you comply?" ”

The male dragon's face distorted - even if he was injected with human genes to suppress the tyranny of the dragon's nature, it didn't mean that he could accept this insult.

"Forget it, it seems that you are not going to agree," "Old Don" showed a slightly crazy smile, "It just so happens that I was joking just now, how could I be too lazy to kill you?" I'm trying to shred something right now! ”

Without waiting for the two dragons to answer, the figure of "Old Tang" flickered, and when it reappeared, it had already appeared in front of the female dragon with a huge wind pressure, and slashed the giant sword towards her like a mountain.

The female dragon roared as the dragon wen, and the Spirit of Speech and Dust unfolded.

"Don't!" The male dragons shouted a reminder, but it was too late.

The dustless land only unfolded for a moment, and then dissolved in the royal domain of the "Old Tang".

The bronze greatsword slashed down without hindrance, the blade of the sword was hideously raised, and the serrated teeth like dragon's teeth trembled at an extremely high frequency, tearing apart the body of the female dragon like a hot knife cutting through butter, and the dragon's blood turned into a brilliant red mist on the body of the sword vibrating at high speed.

Rather than splitting the female dragon in half from head to toe, the sword fell diagonally, avoiding the head and heart with great precision, slicing it from chest to abdomen and shattering most of its internal organs, leaving a thin, deep scratch on the spine.

Even the most advanced dragons, who lost most of their internal organs at once and were scratched on their spines, could not continue to move, and the female dragons fell softly, but because they were not fatally injured, they would not die.

kicked the dying female dragon away, and "Old Tang" turned his head to look at the male dragon, and did not speak, just waved the giant sword.

The invisible light spreads out with the swing of the greatsword, neither spirit nor element, just pure power, if it is described by modern science, it is more accurate to say "force field".

The male dragon roared and gathered the wind, he was now outside the "royal domain", and if he could gather enough elements, he could at least protect himself.

The converging winds collapsed under the "force field", and the "force field" briefly submerged into the male dragon's body, stabbing branches inside its body like a tree growing at a speed of ten thousand times.

As if a bomb had been detonated in its body, the male dragon shuddered and opened countless holes in his body from the inside out, and blood exploded from them, as if countless red plum blossoms had bloomed on a humanoid low tree.

The dragon, which had been destroyed from the brain to the spine, stared at the existence in front of him with almost fragmented nerves, as if he had thought of something, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes: "So you ......"

"Old Tang" drew his giant sword, and the dragon fell to the ground silently.

Two moves, two sub-generations, one dead and one disabled.

The old patriarch had just convinced himself to accept the fact that "the newly accepted disciple's words and spirits are heaven and earth as furnaces", and he witnessed this scene in front of him.

Sticking the bronze sword into the ground, "Old Tang" walked to the dying female dragon on the ground and squatted down: "Let me guess, you shouldn't tell me where you came from, right?" ”

"Ho Ho ......" The female dragon couldn't speak at all under such an injury, and could only make some meaningless sounds, but she still stared at "Old Tang" with a pair of dim golden eyes, and expressed "I will obey you!" with her eyes! ”

"Alas...... It seems that you really don't plan to say it. ”

"Old Don" sighed regretfully, stood up, bent down, stretched out his hand, and stabbed the dragon's waist little by little with a sharp hand armor, groping to grasp the end of the spine: "In this way, I can only kill you." ”

Even dragons can't help but let out a painful wail in this situation.

"Relax," "Old Don" stretched out a hand and patted the dragon's cheek, "Don't push too the muscles in your back, otherwise it will only hurt more." ”

Without waiting for the dragon to reply, "Old Don" stepped forward and stomped on the back of her thigh, killing her to the ground.

The old patriarch and the knights of the kingdom who were watching watched as "Old Tang" stepped on the leg of a living dragon, and used his hands to break the flesh and blood of the other party's spine little by little, and "carry" it out of his body.

"Ahh

The spine on her back burst out of the flesh and blood in pieces, and the complex nerves unique to dragons hung from them.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered that in the ancient era when dragons ruled the world, there was a tyrant among the monarchs, and one of his favorite ways to punish sinners was to pull the other person's spine out of the end little by little.

That's what is recognized, the most like the Black King, the most powerful, and the most brutal monarch - Norton!

"Old Don" pulled out his spine very slowly, and the dragon's roar lasted for an unknown amount of time, until finally it lay on the ground, no matter what Old Tang did, it only twitched slightly, and its eyes were empty and gloomy.

"Click-"

With a snapping sound, Old Tang pulled out a spine that was barely stained with flesh and blood from the dragon's body.

And after the spine left the body, the dragon finally closed its eyes as if relieved.

"Old Tang" carried the end of his spine and looked around.

The people he saw lowered their heads one after another, and even felt that their legs were weak.

Until the end, Old Tang set his eyes on the old patriarch lying on the ground.

For a moment, the old patriarch who could die and fight desperately in the face of the next generation had the urge to bury his face in the ground.

Obviously, those eyes didn't look terrifying, and they didn't have any negative feelings.

"Old Tang" carried the dragon's spine and slowly paced towards the old patriarch.

The bone structure of the dragon is different from that of humans, the number of bones is several times more, and it is needless to say that the bones are locked during the battle, but at this moment, the owner of this string of backbones is dead, and the bones have lost their locking function, and each bone is hanging under the action of gravity.

As Don shook as he walked, the small bones on his spine collided, making crisp or dull sounds, depending on the size, as if he was playing some unique instrument.

"Ronald ......" the old patriarch looked up at "Old Don".

"Old Don" squatted down.

It's a shame to say, when he saw Lao Tang squatting, the old patriarch thought for a moment that it was his turn to be pumped out of his spine.

"Don!" The black-armored woman had just gotten rid of the numbness of her body and limped towards Old Tang, "......Are you okay?"

"Old Tang" glanced up at the black-armored woman, and the other party froze in place, unable to move—not because of fear, but because of some kind of powerful mental impact, which directly made her temporarily lose some control of her body.

Ignoring the black-armored woman, "Old Tang" took the spine in his hand and broke it open, revealing a piece of spinal cord as crystal clear as jelly inside.

A miniature heaven and earth unfolded from him as the furnace realm.

This time, the spiritual fire did not smelt the metal, but acted on the jelly-like dragon's spinal cord, which suddenly liquefied like a real jelly in the heat, turning into a pool of liquid in the hollow of the bone.

Grabbing the old patriarch's neckline without saying a word, Old Tang forced him to drink the liquid.

The liquid smelted by the spiritual fire is not piping hot, but somewhat cool.

The old patriarch was surprised to find that the uncontrolled bloodline in his body seemed to be ...... at this moment It was noticeably milder, and his injuries were recovering at an unbelievable speed.

Then "Old Tang" concocted it in the same way, breaking open every bone, melting the spinal cord inside, and letting the old patriarch drink it - of course, in this "melting" process, he also processed the dragon's spinal cord, which is equivalent to using it as a raw material to make medicine, if just taking the spinal cord alone can play such a role, the secret party should have discovered a panacea a long time ago.

After "drinking" a whole spine, the old patriarch felt that he had fully recovered, and he could even kill the first dragon!

Well, low-tier dragons.

"Are you alright?" "Old Tang" smiled and looked at the old patriarch.

"Well," the old patriarch nodded, and said seriously, "Tang, our entire Gotingen family owes you ......"

A fist wrapped in iron armor smashed into the old patriarch's face, interrupting his words, and the huge force was transmitted to his face, even causing the old patriarch's face to appear deformed in circles like water waves.

Lying on the ground with gold stars in his eyes, the old patriarch looked up at Old Tang, and his eyes were 10,000% puzzled.

Against the sun, "Old Tang" squatted down, raised his fist again, and showed a sinister smile to the old patriarch......

I've wanted to beat you stupid half-breed for a long time!

(End of chapter)