Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 81 079. Izanami
"Oh, is it so?"

"If Your Majesty the White King is so complacent, then I do have some tricks up my sleeve. I hope Your Majesty will appreciate them."

Xu Zhenqing looked composed, with the jade belt that bound his long black hair scattered behind him. This jade belt was an ancient magic tool recently bought from the black market of the Japanese cultivation community. It had been in pieces since it was passed down to this day, and after being refined again, it had the power to bind.

The jade belt grew longer in the wind and turned into a white dragon that was a hundred feet long. It roared towards the sky, its body covered with layers of golden forbidden runes, and swooped down towards the White King.

After hearing this, Bo Gang grabbed the White King's lower body and said angrily: "Bo Gang hates drums, Izanami. If you don't take it away, then Bo Gang will not be polite."

The White King's eight-tailed beast struggled desperately with its lower body, like an octopus with eight tentacles, and grabbed Bo Gang's claws instead. Bo Gang smashed his hands on the ground, creating dozens of deep pits.

The Jade Belt and the White King were competing in speed. The White King would not be caught by the Jade Belt because of his Eternal Word Spirit. However, Eternity only provided relative speed, but not kinetic energy, so it was impossible to destroy the Jade Belt.

The White King swallowed the jade belt into his bloody mouth. His eight heads showed their fangs and looked at Xu Zhenqing with a ferocious smile.

He formed seals with his hands to connect with the magic weapon, and the jade belt turned into a white spear, rushing around in the White King's belly. Because the broken parts had healed again, the jade belt could not pierce the White King's skin and scales, and was trapped in the opponent's belly for a while.

The two sides temporarily stopped their physical fight, and the power of their souls intertwined. Xu Zhenqing could feel that the White King had escaped through the Impure World Reincarnation and bypassed the Black King's seal. In theory, if the Impure World Reincarnation was lifted, the White King could go back to where he came from.

But the White King's Cross Skeleton locked onto the White King's soul, making this weakness basically disappear.

In the spiritual world, in the underworld, the figure of Izanami sits quietly in front of the dressing mirror, putting on makeup, wearing a wedding dress, in a forest-style wedding room.

"Brother, you are finally here."

"Are you here to marry me?"

Xu Zhenqing had already anticipated Izanami's underworld attire, but when he saw her smear her beautiful face to look like a ghost, he still complained, "People can be down-to-earth, but they can't be down-to-earth."

"Have you forgotten the vows we made to each other, the everlasting companionship we once shared, and the bond we were born with?"

"Izanagi, wake up, you are Izanagi, marry me, and we will walk into eternity together."

Izanami still had her back to Xu Zhenqing, her cold voice was filled with emotion, her hand combing her hair stopped, the wooden comb fell to the ground, and the nails on her jade-like hands were painted blood red.

"Izanami, people should know themselves and not leave their eyes unused. The mirror is right in front of you. Who do you think you can deceive with your appearance of dignity?" Xu Zhenqing's mental power roamed freely in the spiritual world constructed by Izanami, which was no different from directly peeping into the other person's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Izanagi, who else do you think would allow you to explore the spiritual world so freely except me?"

"Brother, it's time to wake up."

Izanami turned around, her black hair falling like a waterfall covering her chest. Half of her face was painted into a grimace, while the other half was plainly made up. She looked at Xu Zhenqing with amusement.

"If it were the me in the past, I might have believed your lies, but now my heart is as calm as still water and I am not moved by external things." Xu Zhenqing admired the other party's contrasting outfit and had to praise that the dragon clan was really composed of handsome men and beautiful women, so beautiful that they didn't look like humans, but more like gorgeous female ghosts.

"Do you want to change my spiritual world? Yours is too boring. It's just these ghosts coming and going."

"If it's my brother, of course I would."

Izanami walked slowly over, took Xu Zhenqing's hand, and looked up at the young man's handsome face. She really looked like his wife's sister.

Xu Zhenqing was a man of great skill and courage. He connected his ten fingers to his heart. Even if his soul was not on the immortal platform, the surging spiritual runes in the ancestral cave were enough to prevent detection.

Looking at the ten miles of peach blossoms, the cascading waterfalls, the rivers, lakes, and seas, and the chaotic arrangement of the stars in the universe, Izanami's black and white eyes surveyed everything, a satisfied smile on her face, her thoughts unknown. "I have set up nine layers in my sea of ​​consciousness. This is the first, the dream world. No matter how absurd or bizarre the dream, it can be manifested within it."

"Does my brother dream of Izanami?"

Xu Zhenqing felt that the other party seemed to have mastered Lin's quotations, and kept calling him brother, which was really a bit awkward.

"Now that you're here, don't leave. How about staying with me forever?"

"Brother, you are really good at talking. Of course we must be together forever and never be separated."

Looking at the White King, whose physical connection had been severed by him, Xu Zhenqing wondered what the other party was planning, or did he think that as long as the performance was real, it would change his cognition?
Izanami sat on a swing, her long wedding dress rustling, revealing her slender legs swaying back and forth, and her eyes glanced at Xu Zhenqing from time to time.

"Brother, one day you will understand that I am the only one who can stay with you forever."

"Really? After thinking about it, the only explanation is that the White King didn't have twins at all, but you wanted me to be your brother, not that I was already your brother."

Izanami nodded slowly in silence, her hair covering her eyes, making it impossible to see the other person's expression.

"I originally thought you were lying about your spiritual attainments, but after truly witnessing them, I feel that only my brother can share the power of spiritual laws with me."

"I want to be my brother's Izanami. Will you be my Izanagi?"

Xu Zhenqing said without hesitation: "I like to say no to self-righteous people the most."

Directly tearing through the surface of affection, Xu Zhenqing trapped the other party in his own immortal platform. Without mental power as a supplement, the other party would fall into eternal sleep.

Feeling the severance of her spiritual power, Izanami hugged her knees and said calmly, "Do you want to know the true secret of the dragon clan?"

"I can just look for it in your sea of ​​consciousness." Xu Zhenqing said coldly.

Izanami's voice became gentle, as if giving a kind reminder: "But some things will not be remembered. If you don't ask now, you may never know the answer."

"Don't be a riddler, just say what you want to say." Xu Zhenqing couldn't stand Izanami's behavior, so he conjured a whip and lashed it on her back, leaving a bloody mark.

"what."

"My brother is really cruel, just like me."

Listening to Izanami's moans, Xu Zhenqing felt helpless. Are all the dragons in this dragon clan like this?
"You can talk now."

"The answer lies in the mark on my brother's hand."

Xu Zhenqing looked at the mark of Jörmungandr on his hand. It turned out that Xia Mi had told him everything at the very beginning, but she just didn't say it explicitly.

The Ouroboros is like a snake with its head biting its tail. The history of the dragon clan is its future, just like fate, echoing from beginning to end. However, Xu Zhenqing never believed in fate, but believed that my destiny is in my own hands.

　Post the second chapter this morning. No Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

　　
　
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