Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

The whispering stopped.

The world is quiet.

Yuan Zhisheng was almost completely trapped in chaotic thinking, and finally he was able to turn.

What is this...

someone is coming.

"Who?"

"Wait for the old man to see."

A few murmurs of the ancestor Tianzhao's fate.

The ghost group's blue flames flourished.

A picture appeared.

It was the bank of the Santu River, full of dark ghosts.

The ghost is at the front, that figure.

So familiar.

Yuan Zhisheng's sanity was instantly recalled.

It's... Brother Lu.

Brother Lu is here.

"It's strange, how can the old man smell the breath of heaven and earth on this person."

"Half-human, half-god appearance, what is the origin of this person?"

Spirit groups communicate with spirit waves.

All kinds of thoughts.

They are many ancestors of the Eight Snake Qi Family, and they have the same interests before devouring Yuan Zhisheng and using his body to regain a new life.

But then not.

At the beginning of the establishment of the emperor's tomb, it was for the birth of the last real three noble lives.

But who is the real consciousness of the three precious lives?
Or is it the awakening of a new consciousness?

Every ancestor Amaterasu wants to be the leader.

But this position is only one.

Contradictions arise.

While the spirit groups are killing their nascent subjective consciousness, they are also wary of each other.

They don't want to be snipe and clam picked up by fishermen.

Therefore, when Lu Mingfei appeared in Santu and Qian, all kinds of thoughts of the ancestors of Tianzhaoming were aroused.

Who prepared the backhand?

Where did the demigod come from?

In their eyes, the image of a dragon is equivalent to the image of a god, so Lu Ming is not what he looks like at this moment, but he is half human and half god.

Suddenly, someone noticed Yuan Zhisheng's abnormality.

"It's you."

The mental fluctuations of the spirit group resounded in Yuan Zhisheng's mind.

This sound is inaudible to the outside world, and it is similar to the method of spiritual sound transmission.

The technology of dragons has reached its pinnacle, and it has even begun to get involved in time, causality and fate. For the study of the soul field, dragons have also reached a level that modern humans cannot imagine.

In the eyes of modern humans, many methods of dragons are no different from myths and legends.

After death, the hybrid exists in the form of spirit fire. If it is said, it will probably be regarded as the setting of animation novels.

"Is this person a foreign aid you invited?"

"Very strong."

"The old man did not smell the breath of divine blood on this person."

"Is it the blood of the Black King?"

"It's really depraved."

"Junior, you are respected as a descendant of the divine blood, the successor of the three nobles, and you have become friends with the blood of the black king, and even led the blood of the black king into the important place of my sacred blood inheritance."

"What should I do!"

This scolding was like a thunderclap, overlapping and spreading.

It seems to shake the human soul out of the body.

Yuan Zhisheng panted while holding his knees, the sweat dripping down, he sneered.

"The dog barks."

The mental fluctuations are quiet.

The ghostly blue flames of the spirit groups were burning fiercely, and they rushed upwards.

Apparently, the mood of the ancestors was not calm.

The spirit group slowly rotated around Yuan Zhisheng.

It seemed that there were pairs of cold eyes cast on Yuan Zhisheng.

"rude!"

"Inconceivable."

"Has the younger generation now looked like this?"

The spirit groups were heartbroken.

"Yuan Zhisheng."

"What about your respect for your ancestors?"

"But I still remember your last name!"

Yuan Zhisheng was under tremendous pressure.

It's like a huge mountain is pressing down.

"Ancestor?"

Yuan Zhisheng showed his unruliness which is hard to see in ordinary times.

Even the crow, who claims to know Yuan Zhisheng best, would be unfamiliar here.

Perhaps only young girls will understand.

Say something.

"You're back, brother."

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head inch by inch.

The mandala flower in the golden pupil rotates slowly.

Something will light up.

"Be my ancestor."

"You don't deserve it!"

If Kazama Zhinv saw this scene, she would probably clap her hands and smile with tears in her eyes.

This is what his brother should look like.

It happened a long, long time ago, as long as in the last life.

Yuan Zhisheng shouted from the top of the mountain in the setting sun.

The boy who grew up in a closed mountain village declared his ambition to the world.

One day, he will stand on the highest point in Tokyo and trample everything in this country under his feet.

Later, Yuan Zhisheng took over as the executive director of Japan, slaying ghosts day after day, researching sunscreen, he always smoked, the smog was hazy on Yuan Zhisheng's face, and the former unruliness was never seen again.

until today.

Yuan Zhisheng regained his Zhinv.

Made a break with the regrets of the past.

So, the return is still a teenager.

With Yuan Zhisheng at the center, the spirit groups spread out in all directions.

"This is!"

"Strange, strange."

"The soul is enhanced."

The spirit group were startled.

They couldn't comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

Isn't this junior named Yuan Zhisheng's spiritual fire about to be exhausted by them?

Why did it suddenly increase again?

If Fingel was here, he would probably exclaim.

"As expected of a great hometown of animation, this is a classic dying species!"

"Oh, it's ridiculous."

"Did this person give you hope, junior!"

The spirit groups are cold.

"Ridiculous."

"Santuhe has concluded an in-depth contract with Huangquan here."

"Unless the three lives are precious, no one can pass the three-way peace."

"You seem to have a lot of confidence in this demigod."

"too naive!"

"Unless he can go back to Huangquan here."

"Otherwise, you must sink under the rules of Santuhe."

"Your hope is just vain."

"Give up, junior."

"The one that merges with us."

The voices of countless spirit groups overlapped and rang in Yuan Zhisheng's ears.

This is a more powerful temptation than hypnosis.

The spirit is the authority of the blood of the white king.

In the hands of Amaterasu, it is even more superb.

Although they lost their physical bodies, the ancestors who existed in the form of spiritual groups became more and more familiar with the means of the spiritual realm.

Yuan Zhisheng was originally a little chaotic.

Personal power is limited.

He is Amaterasu, but everyone present is also Amaterasu, with more potential, no one is worse than the other.

However, when the spirit group began to belittle Lu Mingfei.

It is said that Lu Mingfei will die under the rules of Santuhe.

Yuan Zhisheng's hazy spirit suddenly became sober.

It's like a die-hard Tokusai fan heard that Ultraman was going to destroy humans before he died, and the local monsters stood up and fought to protect humans.

The sense of disobedience was enough to make him take off his oxygen mask and startle by beating the bed.

At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng reacted almost like this.

what!
You said Brother Lu would drown because of a river?

Although this river sounds like a powerful one.

It's a deep contract with Huang Quan, and it's mastering special rules.

but!
There is a but here.

But this is Brother Lu!

Brother Lu will drown because of a river?

Yuan Zhisheng was so shocked that he couldn't say anything, but just looked at the light curtain.

A light curtain showing the appearance of Santu and Bianlu Mingfei.

The spirit group seems to have misunderstood Yuan Zhisheng's mood.

No, they knew very well that Yuan Zhisheng was in shock.

But they obviously misunderstood the reason why Yuan Zhisheng was shocked.

It's not that Lu Mingfei is dying.

It's their words themselves.

The spirit groups are complacent.

It has to be said that time kills a person the most.

Amaterasu, who is eligible to enter the emperor's tomb for eternal rest, is all Renjie at that time.

If they were alive, they would definitely be able to see Yuan Zhisheng's abnormality.

But not now.

They all fell.

"Everyone, wait a minute."

"Didn't this junior trust his half-human half-god's help?"

"We told him to see what happened to him."

"It's also good to make this person give up."

"Justified, justified."

"I'm starting to look forward to the final expression of this junior."

The spirit group communicated excitedly.

Then gradually subside.

All eyes are on the light curtain.

And Lu Mingfei finally took action.

He cast his gaze into the void.

Shutendouji and other monsters don't know why.

With their strength, they couldn't see the meaning of Lu Mingfei's move.

And only Fenrir.

He followed Lu Mingfei's gaze.

Fenrir blinked.

There seems to be someone over there.

The emperor's tomb was quiet.

Only Yuan Zhisheng smiled lightly.

"Did you see it?"

"Brother Lu, he found you."

The spirit group couldn't believe it.

The whole hell exists for them.

The emperor's tomb is the pivotal core of the Nibelungen here.

It stands to reason that the highest authority is in their hands.

Why was it discovered by a demigod?
and many more!

Suddenly, it seemed that the spirit groups had only discovered it until now.

That half-human, half-god is the real god.

That's a pure blood dragon.

The spirit group was deeply shocked.

They couldn't believe it.

Why is there a real god here!

Pure-blooded dragons... Didn't it mean that all pure-blooded dragons have disappeared into the long river of history?

What's going on here?

…………

"Santuhe, can't we get through the usual means?"

"Exactly, my lord."

Lu Mingfei blinked.

He opens elemental vision.

The four elements sealed by earth, fire and water appeared before his eyes in the form of particles of various colors.

Lightness is the element of wind.

It rises, azure blue, light and erratic.

The heavy one is the earth element.

It is inclusive, bears everything and is thick and earthy yellow.

The violent ones are the fire elementals.

It is crimson red, like sparks, ready to detonate something at any time.

What flows is the element of water.

She comes in black, is everywhere, and takes advantage of the situation.

but.

In addition, there is the fifth element.

Unlike the earth fire water seal, the fifth element does not exist with air.

It exists in every living body.

The monsters following Lu Mingfei have the fifth element on them.

The silver wings flying among the flowers on the other side have the fifth element on them.

even.

The Santu River in front of Lu Mingfei also has countless fifth elements.

The fifth element, ether, or psychic particle.

It turned out that this is a river composed of the fifth element.

Countless souls wailed in Santu Hanoi.

Santu River is like a huge whirlpool.

As long as a living creature with a soul passes by, it will be replenished by Santuhe.

Unless it is the existence that can control the fifth element.

Blood of the White King.

It also had to be a descendant of the White King with a very high personality.

In a few breaths, Lu Mingfei had already understood the mechanism of the Santu River.

Although the dragon's blood system is inherently deficient, it has to be said that it is really easy to use. It has been exposed to the rules early, and it is even slightly better than Kyushu Martial Arts in this respect.

Now, in my half-human, half-dragon throne posture, I can also expand my elemental vision and see the reality of this world in a certain sense.

Also wonderful.

Lu Mingfei clenched his fists, holding the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind.

As for the ether of the fifth element.

I really can't with the fifth element.

After all, it is a completely different system from the blood of the Black King.

If I stepped into the Santu River rashly at this time, I might not die, but it would be difficult for me to move forward, let alone find the emperor's tomb at the end of the Santu River.

The fifth element, the fifth element...

The more Lu Mingfei thought about it, the more interesting he found it.

No wonder he felt that there was an unspeakable weirdness in this world.

Martial arts pay attention to the cultivation of the three treasures of the human body, energy and spirit, from the body to the spirit, perfect and flawless.

Dragons do not.

The twins of bronze and fire have such a huge soul defect.

So much so that every dragon has the sorrow of blood.

It's like the side door of Kyushu world's body-cultivating and endless god.

Seeing Huang Quan and the Santu River today, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized.

It turns out that the dragons in this world are more like fragments of an existence.

They practice only the unlined aspect.

Delve into the elements and ignore the spirit.

But those who study the spirit abandon the flesh.

Although this type of creature is powerful, it is also slanted, and its online is limited.

For example, this blood descendant of the White King.

Lu Mingfei looked somewhere in the void.

For the so-called unity, she turned into a soul state and lingered on, waiting for a hundred years and a thousand years, to seize her own descendants, and to be born again.

Then countless past souls did one.

How ugly.

Lu Mingfei took a step forward.

In the emperor's tomb, countless ancestors were ordered by Amaterasu to watch this scene full of expectations.

It can be said to be hopeless.

They seem to have seen the fate of Lu Mingfei falling into the river and melting into juice.

but no.

Lu Mingfei took this step, but never let it go.

On the contrary, it is stepping on the invisible void, as if there is a ladder.

Yuan Zhi gave an unruly smile.

"Okay."

"This is Brother Lu."

Lu Mingfei looked towards the sky.

It seems to be staring at the existence in the dark.

Kyushu Martial Arts Outer Gang powerhouses have their own domains.

This field is well developed and can become a small world or a cave.

Lu Mingfei has achieved Waigang for the second time. To him, the small world of Waigang is all too familiar.

It is also appropriate to call Lu Mingfei the master of the cave.

Now, it is also a coincidence.

The Nibelungen is also a small world, and naturally it is also a cave.

And it is a cave without a master.

"Fantastic, wonderful!"

Lu Mingfei put his palms together and smiled.

His scales opened and closed as if breathing.

Fastened like a chain.

The wings are tucked behind the back.

In just a few steps, all the dragon-like features of Lu Mingfei's throne posture disappeared.

It turned into a pair of ferocious and mighty armor.

No matter who sees him now, they can't say that Lu Mingfei is half-human, half-dragon or dragonborn.

He is him, Lu Mingfei.

In terms of appearance only.

Just a general, in armor.

Just like that, Lu Mingfei stood on a high place in the sky.

The many ancestors of the emperor's tomb, Amaterasu, seemed to be still, and they stared at Lu Mingfei for a long time, only to find it incredible.

Santu River is not just nothing sinking, if it is so, the big monster can fly across.

That is not even able to fly.

The Santu River is a forbidden area.

They are confident.

Even if a pure-blooded dragon arrives.

and must not fly over.

Although they are incomplete, their essence is extremely high. The white king is equal to the black king, and the three noble lives are equal to the four great monarchs. The essence and personality are the same, and the difference is only in strength.

But in the dragon world, personality determines everything, as for power, it is just a by-product.

The Santu River in the Nibelungen of Huangquan is the moat of the emperor's tomb, and it is the reincarnation place of the three nobles of the blood of the white king.

They dare to boast.

Unless the Four Great Sovereigns of the same personality come and the Dragon King arrives in person.

Otherwise, no one would ever want to pass by.

A phantom of the world loomed behind Lu Mingfei.

Countless demons and ghosts wander in it.

Hopeless days are about to recover.

But phantoms are just phantoms.

Not real enough.

Lu Mingfei waved down.

"Come on."

Fenrir gave a low growl.

Majesty is majesty, but it is vaguely like a child's muttering.

Fenrir shook his wings.

Lu Mingfei stood on the head of the dragon.

The hopeless sky phantom suddenly affirmed.

I really don't understand the fifth element.

But the small world that carries the fifth element, you so-called Huangquan Nibelungen.

Lu Mingfei grasped the void, as if pulling a piece of paper.

It's better to belong to me. (end of this chapter)