Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

The whole hell was shaking.

The ghosts belonging to the two camps stopped fighting.

The little monsters have already knelt down, and only a few big monsters can still stand.

This side of the Nibelungen, all creatures with self-thinking raised their heads one after another.

This is……

Some kind of unspeakable horror rose in their hearts.

From Lu Mingfei's Xuenv Jiutun, to Huangquan's big tengu Hongye.

If the demons realize something.

They got it.

The essence of a ghost is a mixed-race soul that exists due to the special rules of the Nibelung.

Each Nibelung has its own special rules.

In other words, if they lose the protection of the Nibelungen, the ghosts will immediately lose their basis of existence, perhaps turning into illusions, or returning to ashes.

In any case, the end of the ghosts is already doomed.

After realizing their own fate, they all showed anger and their eyes were scarlet. They wanted to take a look at Lu Mingfei, who was in the original space in the sky, but stopped, and turned their unkind eyes to the three monsters, full of malicious intentions. .

Jiu Tun let out a heavy snort, shouldered the mace carelessly, and met many unfriendly looks without fear, with a look of disdain.

Bai Xueji and General Ghost stood side by side with him.

A big tengu stood out from the opposite camp.

"Three."

"You have seen it too."

"That existence will be erased even by you."

"Why be foolish and loyal?"

Jiu Tun spit out a mouthful of phlegm heavily and wiped his nose.

"Save your nonsense."

"Destroyed."

The big tengu took a deep breath.

"Please calm down, we are in the same camp, we are all Huang Quan..."

"Destroyed."

"You're going to die if you go on like this."

"Destroyed!"

The big dog was silent for a moment.

"What else can you say besides these four words?"

Shuten thought about it seriously.

"My boss is number one in the world."

The big dog has nothing to say.

The three of Jiu Tun spent a lot of time watching the big tengu retreat into the pile of monsters. They seemed to be talking about something. Although they couldn't hear it, they could guess the general idea. It was nothing more than how to attack their side.

From the perspective of absolute strength, the Jiu Tun Three Monsters are undoubtedly weaker than the opponent.

But they didn't panic at all.

They're going to die anyway.

It doesn't matter.

Bai Xueji's eyes narrowed into crescents.

"You two, how do you feel?"

Shuten-douji wiped his nose hard and grinned wildly.

"It's worth it!"

"This is not Thousand Ghosts' Night Walk."

"Our boss is the Lord of the Underworld!"

"Master Huang Quan, do you know!"

"Our boss has the final say on this underworld!"

Shutendouji laughed wildly.

The ghost general's eyes also jumped frequently.

Evidently he was not at peace.

Yes.

Unifying Huangquan and conquering the Santu River, what a great feat this is.

As ghosts born and bred in Huangquan, they knew exactly what these meant.

and so.

To be able to follow such a strong man, he would die without regret.

Bai Xueji shook her head and smiled lightly.

"As expected of you."

"Say it."

"The same goes for the concubine."

Bai Xueji raised her head slightly, cast a glance at the sky, and quickly retracted it.

She did not allow herself any disrespect to that adult.

The ghosts on the side of Huangquan reached a consensus.

They formed an army formation, with a few big monsters as nodes, and the vast monster energy gathered together and turned into a tornado that overwhelmed the world.

They are crazy.

If you can't move Lu Mingfei, then attack the thousand ghosts under Lu Mingfei's command.

Even if you die, you have to pull a back.

Shutendouji laughed out loud, unable to straighten his back.

"You useless fellows!"

"Come here!"

"If your grandpa frowns!"

"I'll take my head off and use it as a chamber pot for you!"

Bai Xueji silently took a step to the side, away from this Shuten-douji.

The battle between the two sides is imminent.

Exactly at this time.

There were bursts of exclamations.

"my hand!"

"hateful!"

"why!"

The ghosts on the side of Huangquan were in a mess.

On the other hand, Jiu Tun was much calmer.

Shuten-douji clenched his fists, feeling unreal for a while.

It was as if his limbs had turned into shadows.

This vision appears on every monster.

not only that.

Even the world around them, vegetation, mountains and rocks, everything.

Matter turns to illusion.

The monsters felt something.

This is a clear proof that the underworld here is about to dissipate.

Fenrir flew in the original space, bored.

He occasionally vibrates his wings, and the huge dragon body hovers in mid-air. This scene can drive scientists crazy. There is no theory to explain why Fenrir can fly with these wings. Compared with his dragon body, these wings are simply child's play.

Of course, Fenrir never cared about science.

He just looked left and right boringly.

When will it end.

I miss my sister.

At first glance, the majestic dragon face looks very majestic. If you distinguish it carefully, it is not difficult to find that the majestic dragon face is clearly written with the word boring.

I want potato chips.

I want TV.

I want to watch a movie.

Fenrir, who was looking left and right, turned his head and met a pair of glazed golden pupils.

Lu Mingfei was looking at him.

Fenrir was so frightened that his scales almost spread out.

"Old...Old, Boss, Boss!"

Almost instinctively, Fenrir wagged his tail.

"come over!"

"Yes!"

Fenrir was very sweet.

I have to say that Xia Mi's training was really effective.

Although Fenrir's behavior at the moment seems to be embarrassing to the existence of the Dragon King, in the eyes of Xia Dazhi, NO, NO, NO, the embarrassment depends on who is opposite, if it is an ordinary person or even the Dragon King , Fenrir did this and Xia Mi was the first to refuse.

But if it is Lu Mingfei.

Xia Mi will only say that the performance can be better.

Just kidding, Norton's pair of Tie Hanhan died at the hands of Lu Dasha.

What's more, they are weak, pitiful and helpless siblings.

As long as he can survive, the dignity of the Dragon King.

Xia Mi smiled coldly.

How many bags of French fries can the Dragon King's dignity be exchanged for?

Lu Mingfei caressed Fenli Erlong's horn.

"It needs your help."

"This time, please help me."

"There will be an answer in the future."

Lu Mingfei said seriously.

"Okay?"

Fenlier caught the mysterious fluctuation in Lu Mingfei's words.

This is Lingling.

Words with the effect of a contract.

The terrifying intuition at the level of the Dragon King crazily reminded Fenrir.

This is a great opportunity.

Had Xia Mi been here, his face would have been flushed with excitement, he was jumping around and scratching his fingers to plan what wish he should make.

Lu Mingfei's Shenlong.

Even if the original version of Dragon Ball came out, Lu Mingfei would have to beat him to pieces.

So what should you wish for?

Dominate the world or defeat the Black King.

Hahaha, if you think about it for a while, the saliva will flow from the corner of your mouth.

It's a pity that Fenrir is here, not Xia Mi.

There is no sister to make suggestions and analyze the situation.

Fenrir only spoke out of his subconscious.

"I think."

"My sister and I can live forever."

Lu Mingfei looked at Fenrir's serious eyes and nodded.

"I can't help people live forever. Immortality is even more false."

"I can only promise you."

"With me here, no one can touch your siblings."

Fenrir grinned.

It looks silly.

"great."

"My sister will be very happy."

Behind Lu Mingfei was a solemn scene.

It is the gate of ghosts, and there is a man sitting behind the gate of ghosts.

There is Huangquan Road, and countless other shore flowers bloom along the roadside.

Manzhu and Shahua are sleeping in the sea of ​​flowers.

It's Naihe Bridge, Po Meng is dozing off.

Bull head and horse face, black and white impermanence.

The judge leaned on his head with his hands, his eyes slanted into his temples, and he closed them gently.

Su Bai held a brush with ink hanging in his hands.

Lu Mingfei looked back deeply.

This is the clearest hopeless sky he has seen since he woke up in the dragon world.

It is also his only thought about the world of Kyushu.

Unlike previous times.

After swallowing Huangquan Nibelung and eradicating most of the origin, the hopeless sky is unprecedentedly clear.

It is also very stable.

But everything is sleeping.

Haven't woken up yet.

A variable is required.

Like a frozen lake.

The lake is frozen, so it is impossible to move.

If you want to break it, you need variables.

For example, throwing a stone into a lake breaks the ice.

As for this stone, Lu Mingfei has already chosen it.

"go."

Fenrir roared, flapped his wings, and slammed into the Hopeless Sky Shadow.

That phantom is somewhere between existence and non-existence.

After Fenrir's collision, he revealed a stern aura, truly existing in this world.

And so Fenrir crashed into the sky of hopelessness.

This is not throwing stones into the lake.

This is the Great Ding.

Boom.

The sky and the earth shook, and everything lost its color.

Fenrir went into hopeless days.

From then on, all the sources of the Nibelungen in Huangquan belonged to Lu Mingfei.

Fenlier circled the Hopeless Heaven three times, headed towards the main hall of Yan Luo, stood on the top of the hall, closed his golden pupils, and the stone-like gray spread all over his body, from the dragon horn down, he quickly formed a lifelike real dragon stone statue.

Lu Mingfei stepped forward in one step, passed the gate of hell, passed Huangquan Road, stepped on the Naihe Bridge, stopped in front of the stone statue of Fenrir, and nodded to himself.

"I will protect your siblings thoroughly."

He stepped into the main hall and took the first seat.

Lu Mingfei casually looked down.

There are many ghosts and ghosts in the hopeless sky, and they can be seen in thousands of places in all directions.

It's as small as dewdrops on the flowers on the other side, and as big as forgetting the rivers and rivers.

"I am back."

Lu Mingfei sighed lightly.

He picked up the bronze mask next to his hand and looked it over.

This mask is not that mask, it is transformed by the power of the Hopeless Heaven, it is a virtual thing, and it is not comparable to the one cast by Lu Ming Feirong Kyushu Divine Soldiers.

At this time, it is enough.

Lu Mingfei thought about it, no longer hesitated, and slowly put the mask on his face, covering the young man's delicate facial features, and replaced it with bronze.

Yan Luo sat here.

Spread out the rice paper with a wave of hands.

Wolves howl full of ink.

Yan Luo writes.

One side of the world is now in the pen.

That is another place, called the Nibelung of the Underworld.

There are also flowers from the other side, but He Qiao is helpless.

Countless demons and ghosts confront each other.

This is the last second before the war will start.

Each ghost, no more than a moment in size, is like a walnut micro-carved by a master craftsman, with a full voice, appearance and appearance, and it is not unusual to have hair and beards.

What an oddity.

What Lu Mingfei held was howling wolves, not thin tubes, how could he draw such a mustard scene.

Stop painting for a moment.

Lu Mingfei picked up the rice paper and shook it three times.

All kinds of yellow springs are alive.

The ink-colored wine is swallowed and poured.

The dark-colored Bai Xueji looked around curiously.

The dark ghost general stopped the horse's hooves.

They are all black-colored thousand kinds of ghosts.

No matter Lu Mingfei's side or Huang Quan's side.

They just feel as if their time has gone wrong.

One second was missing.

A little uncoordinated.

But no matter how I think about it, I can't find out the reason for these incongruities.

Bewilderment filled my heart.

Until a ghost raised his head unintentionally.

Suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"That... that that is!"

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

All the ghosts looked up.

The same shock crept up their faces.

"In the end I..."

Shutendouji murmured.

"What did you see!"

Bai Xueji was thoughtful, but suddenly, her serious expression disappeared, and she smiled brightly.

"It's my lord."

What appeared in the eyes of all demons and ghosts was Yan Luo sitting in the sky.

The majestic bronze mask overlooks all living beings in the underworld.

Like a god.

Lu Mingfei reached into the painting and picked up the emperor's tomb. Strange to say, this tomb is only a few strokes in the painting. Once the rice paper is out, the cornices are hooked and the copper bells overlap, and it takes shape in an instant.

Lu Mingfei tossed it casually, and said to go.

Originally in his hands, the Emperor's Tomb, which was only the size of a building block, took off the palm, and it grows when the wind blows. After a while, it is no different from Santuhe Shi.

The copper bells of the emperor's tomb swayed, thousands of them, like the wind blowing across the mountains.

"fall."

Lu Mingfei issued an edict.

So the emperor's tomb fell, beside the river of forgetfulness.

Lu Mingfei held the brush a little further away.

Amaterasu ordered the tomb, and Yuan Zhisheng, who was sitting like a stone Buddha, trembled his eyelashes.

The cocooned overlay is tentatively shaking its wings in the new world.

"Very good."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

He shook the scroll again.

Qiangui Yaxing led by Jiu Tun Sanyao.

Huang Quan, headed by the big tengu, belongs.

The dumplings also seemed to fall straight down.

Shuten-douji screamed strangely, his limbs fluttered wildly, he wanted to grab something, but unfortunately he had nowhere to start.

It's amazing.

In Shuten-douji's eyes, they were about to start a war with Huang Quan's subordinates. At this moment, the image of the lord appeared in the sky, looking down on all living beings like a god.

Before recovering from such a shocking scene, Shuten-douji discovered that they were actually flying.

No.

The word "fly" is not accurate.

There is no shortage of ghosts who have the ability to fly.

However, at this moment, none of the ghosts can control the figure.

No matter how they flap their wings, or call the demon wind.

are useless.

Instead of flying into the sky, it is more appropriate to say that they are falling into the sky.

It's getting faster.

The ghosts can't help themselves.

They just fell into the sky.

Then the rice paper fell out.

Lu Mingfei shook his hand.

Countless ghosts flew out of the hall.

In twos and threes, they fell into the sea of ​​flowers on the other side of Huangquan Road and on the Naihe Bridge.

The ghosts fell dizzy and dizzy.

It's hard to come back to your senses.

They look in all directions.

What I saw was familiar and unfamiliar sights.

Everything around is obviously like Huangquan.

but not.

They knew very well that this was not Huangquan.

Hopeless day.

This is……

Many ghosts don't understand the situation, they are at a loss.

A few smart ones have guessed something.

Hopeless days, Huang Quan.

They also remembered that Huangquan was about to be destroyed.

They also have to dissipate.

But now in this hopeless world, I just feel at ease.

No more risk of dissipation.

"It's the lord."

Bai Xueji looked towards the main hall, lowered her gaze, and bowed gracefully.

Shuten-douji blinked, and hurriedly bowed down after realizing it.

The same is true for the ghosts in Huangquan.

No matter how complicated their mood was, they all bowed to that existence.

"no."

Lu Ming disagreed. (end of this chapter)