From Hokage to Visionary

Yuan Zhisheng grabbed the syringe of ancient dragon fetal blood and was about to inject it into himself when he saw a flash of knife in his eyes.

Swish!

The neck of the ferocious dragon-shaped head was cut off by a knife.

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for half a second, until the figure wearing flowery clothes, like a female character in a drama, appeared, and then he woke up: "It's you, Fengjian Liuli?!"

"Haha, that's surprising, right?"

Feng Jian Liuli held a crimson long sword in her hand and smiled like a devil: "Brother, we meet again."

"Who let you out?"

Yuan Zhisheng endured the severe pain in his abdomen and pulled out the steel bar. He held the ancient dragon fetal blood tightly in his hand and stared at Fengjian Liuli.

"Don't be so anxious to die, brother." Feng Jian Liuli chuckled, glanced at the ancient dragon fetus blood in his hand, and said lightly: "That thing, it's better to save it for later use. It was Miyamoto Shixiong who let me out. As for the reason... Haha, of course it was to help you."

"help me?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Fengjian Liuli and suddenly fell silent.

"Of course, brother, your life can only belong to me."

Feng Jian Liuli held a crimson long sword in his hand, and his figure suddenly disappeared as he took a step. His speed was so fast that it even caused an explosive gust of wind.

Violent airflow exploded and surged, accompanied by splashes of water, and rushed in all directions. The Yamata no Orochi seemed to have realized that the new enemy was unusual, and its sharp tailbone slashed out with the sword. The blazing white arc of light appeared again, and even the surrounding flames were extinguished.

boom!

Fengjian Liuli changed direction sharply, leaving footprints on the rock wall. While dodging the sharp tailbone, he slashed out with the long crimson sword.

A pale head fell down with blood gushing out like a fountain.

He cut off a god's head, and did it so easily, not at all as strenuous as Yuan Zhisheng. This is the most evil demon!

The following battle seemed to have nothing to do with Yuan Zhisheng. He was just like a bystander, watching the two monsters entangled and fighting each other. Both sides were fierce and violent, intending to tear and chew the other to pieces, and they used all means and strength to kill each other!

Screams and wails filled the bottom of the Red Well. In just a dozen seconds, Yuan Zhisheng experienced what madness was!

Fengjian Liuli completely ignored his injuries and killed the mythical Yamata no Orochi like a complete madman. However, he paid a heavy price. One of his arms was torn off, and his whole body seemed to be plowed by an iron plow, with a huge wound on his abdomen.

"Brother, I won."

Feng Jian Liuli smiled sadly, with an indescribable sadness flowing in her eyes: "Now, there are only two of us left."

"Yes, we are the only ones left." Yuan Zhisheng seemed to understand something, took a deep breath, and clenched his two swords: "Young girl, follow me to hell."

They want to continue the battle that has not yet ended!

"Can you still stand, brother?" Feng Jian Liuli staggered over, but still had a smile on her face: "You seem to be seriously injured."

"Isn't it the same for you, little girl?"

Yuan Zhisheng used torn clothes to wrap the wound on his abdomen tightly, and then said indifferently: "Don't worry, I still have the blood of the ancient dragon fetus."

The two men gradually approached each other, and their blades collided violently.

when!

Intense sparks illuminated the faces of the two brothers.

"elder brother!"

"Children!"

There were two completely different emotions mixed in the two roars.

The two super hybrids who inherited the royal blood were fighting with all their might beside the corpse of the Yamata no Orochi at the bottom of the hellish Red Well Lake.

The figures of both parties were pulled into blurred shadows. The rock walls, the lake surface, and even the cave ceiling were all their footholds. With the speed and explosive power of the super hybrids, they almost ignored gravity. Every time they landed and bounced up again, they would leave cracks on the spot caused by the force.

Once again, the three knives met in the air, and dazzling sparks burst out.

In Genchisei's eyes, Kazama Ruri was like a mad beast, not caring about defense at all, only concerned with exchanging injuries. The brutality of the fight between them even surpassed the time when the god was killed just now.

Blood, lots of blood, fell from the sky.

Finally, after a mistake, Kazama Ruri thrust the knife into Gen Chisei's chest. Although the knife missed the vital part, he was still seriously injured.

Yuan Zhisheng fell heavily and hit the blood-red lake. The severe pain made him unable to move for a while.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 314: A Dream (Part )

"It's over, brother!"

Fengjian Liuli was also approaching his limit, but the concentration of his dragon blood was too high, so he could barely hold on.

It's over. Yes, suddenly, Yuan Zhisheng felt relieved, as if the heavy burden he had been carrying for a long time could finally be put down at this moment.

"Brother, aren't you going to use that thing?"

Feng Jian Liuli looked at him quietly, her eyes fell on the bottle of ancient dragon blood, and she chuckled, "Could it be that you feel you owe me something, so you don't want to use it?"

If the ancient dragon blood is used, Yuan Zhisheng's injuries will recover quickly and he will regain stronger strength. In this way, it is still unknown who will win or lose.

"It's not necessary." Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were empty, with blood on the corners of his mouth. He said miserably: "Even if I use it, what will it matter? Do I have to degenerate into a ghost at the end of my life? This way of dying is too ugly. I would rather keep my current appearance. At least I am handsome."

"Brother, you are always so naive."

Hearing this, Feng Jian Liuli chuckled and said, "So what if it's a ghost? So what if it's a human? Anyway, people like us are no longer normal people."

"For so many years, you have always lived in hell." Yuan Zhisheng said sadly, "But I don't regret it. My duty as Amaterasu is to kill the tribe members who have fallen into the ghost world, little girl. This is our fate, a curse engraved in the blood of the eight snake families."

"Yeah, but it's all going to end."

Fengjian Liuli walked towards them step by step with a knife in hand.

However, when she was about ten meters away from Yuan Zhisheng, Fengjian Liuli was suddenly stunned.

Lights descended from the sky, and the simple engineering equipment arranged at the bottom of the Red Well became like a gorgeous stage, flashing colorful lights. On the flashing stage, vague figures were dancing, accompanied by the music of "Swan Lake" sounding from nowhere.

The dancers wore slim-fitting tuxedos, paired with sharp suits and bright purple shirts, white silk bow ties, and black and white brogues.

Under the LED lights, he was so handsome and tall, just like a graceful and elegant man. He followed the precise beats perfectly, spinning and jumping wildly on the stage, making the dance that should have been full of sadness and despair become so cheerful and proud.

The figure danced gracefully, stepping on a pool of blood, with light and cheerful movements. He came in front of Gen Chisei and Kazama Ruri, and bowed to the two of them like an actor taking his final bow.

The music stopped abruptly, and the man slowly raised his head. On that extremely familiar face, there was a kind and gentle smile.

"What a shame."

Herzog smiled and said, "Such a wonderful performance, in the end only the two of you can enjoy the ending."

"No, it's you? You're still alive?!"

Fengjian Liuli screamed in fear as if she had seen a ghost.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the person dancing gracefully, and after seeing the latter's face, his pupils suddenly shrank into needle points!

It's Herzog!

"Surprised, isn't it?"

Herzog was so happy that he beamed with joy, opened his arms and cheered: "I like the surprised expressions on your faces. It makes me feel funny."

"So, that person is fake!"

A light bulb went off in Gen Chisei's mind. No wonder he didn't see Eri and Adam. It turned out that Herzog at the Red Well was a fake!

"Of course it's fake, otherwise how could you be so relieved and clear the last obstacle for me?"

Herzog shook his head with a bright smile on his face. He had never been so happy, as if he had a sense of spiritual ascension. He kept talking: "Are you confused? It doesn't matter. I don't mind spending a few minutes to explain it to you. After all, success that no one knows about is a bit too lonely."

"Are you showing off to us?" Yuan Zhisheng covered the wound on his chest and glared at him.

"Show off? No no no, I'm just recounting great history!"

Herzog shook his head and said: "Every creature sitting on the throne is lonely. This is the side effect of power, but I need someone to share this joy."

Fengjian Liuli silently retreated and came to the side of Yuan Zhisheng, holding the long crimson sword across his body, as if protecting him.

However, Herzog did not mind his little action and continued, "In fact, there are more than just you two who inherited the royal blood. I used Uesugi Yue's genes to create a total of three embryos. Genshisei is π, Genshisho is ω, and there is also your sister ξ."

"Eri"

Yuan Zhisheng said hoarsely.

At this moment, he finally understood why he always had a special connection with Eri in his heart. It turned out that they were blood relatives.

"Of course, you are all monsters, otherwise where would there be so many super hybrids in the world?"

Herzog smiled and clapped his hands, saying, "Please hold on for a few more minutes. Don't be anxious. Soon you will have the great honor of witnessing the greatest evolution in the world. The Yellow Spring Road will be opened today. I have finally paved the way from humans to dragons."

As they were talking, two figures once again walked out from the dark shadows at the bottom of the lake.

The girl in the witch's costume had a petite figure, long burgundy hair that reached down to her waist, a delicate face, and snow-white, translucent skin. She was as perfect as an elf in a fairy tale. But at this moment, she looked like a puppet, with empty eyes and walking towards them with stiff steps.

The other young man was blond, wearing black glasses and had a wooden and stiff expression.

"Eri Adam"

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were grim, and he made a decision in his heart. He thrust the syringe filled with ancient dragon fetus blood into his own artery: "Herzog, I will never let you get your wish!"

However, his movement stopped in mid-air, and the hand holding the syringe could not move an inch no matter what, as if it was a frozen picture.

"Haha, Zhisheng, have you forgotten?" Herzog looked at Yuan Zhisheng who was hiding behind Fengjian Liuli with a joking expression: "I gave you the blood of the ancient dragon fetus. Although I wanted you and Yuan Zhinv to destroy each other just in case, I didn't expect you to keep it until now to deal with me."

"You forgot, there's me!"

As Fengjian Liuli was speaking, she suddenly jumped up, and the crimson blade drew a hot arc, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and went straight for Herzog's head!

Clang!

The blade is as fast as lightning, like a streak of light.

However, no matter how fast the knife was, it was still not faster than the sight. Fengjian Liuli's knife stopped, just less than half a finger away from Herzog's neck, and could not move forward any further.

"You are still so naive." Herzog raised a finger and gently pushed away the crimson blade at his neck. A sarcastic sneer rose at the corner of his mouth: "As long as Adam is here, even a super hybrid can't hurt me. Do you understand?"

It was then that Gen Chisei and Gen Chinu noticed that the blond boy's light golden eyes contained a power that was difficult to ignore.

"I want you to see with your own eyes how I evolve from a human to a dragon!"

Herzog laughed ferociously, as if he had completely taken off his disguise, revealing his deeply suppressed greed.

Now, it's time to pick the ripe fruits of victory yourself!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 315: A Dream (II)

The plan of many years is finally going to be realized today. Herzog is so excited that veins on his face are bulging with excitement.

But now, he still needs a few steps to take out the coveted thing from the corpse of the dead 'God'.

"Go, Genji, help me take the last step." Herzog was like an emperor sitting on the throne. He knocked the clapper lightly and ordered Genji, whose eyes were filled with anger, to "bring back the 'holy bones' that are parasitic in the bones of the gods for your teacher."

Genjitsu tried her best to resist the control, but her body was completely out of control and she walked step by step towards the corpse of the Yamata-no-Orochi that he had killed himself.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

The crimson blade chopped at the god's corpse like a skilled sashimi chef treating a tuna on a chopping board.

Minamoto Chitose's knife skills were very accurate and steady. She dissected the tendons, tendons, and flesh of the Yamata no Orochi layer by layer. The pale scales that even the Vulcan cannon and individual missiles could not penetrate were cut off by him so smoothly. The extremely complex dark golden bone structure was broken, and finally the dark green heart was revealed.

Although it was dead, the dark green heart still retained some activity.

At one point, Yuan Zhisheng even felt that he was being watched by a huge heart, which was like the eyes of some giant creature.

Suddenly, the dark green heart cracked open, revealing a golden vertical pupil inside, which stared at the outside world with coldness and indifference. Wherever its gaze reached, Herzog felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain. At the same time, as the heart beat, the eye tried its best to drill out, making a sharp hissing sound.

"The Holy Relics! That's the Holy Relics!" Herzog shouted excitedly, totally unable to keep calm: "Quick, capture it!"

Fengjian Liuli moved extremely quickly. The moment Herzog shouted, she nailed the eye in the heart with one knife.

Thick, fishy green juice spurted out, accompanied by shrill screams.

Swish swish!

Dozens of sharp knives flashed, dismembering the dark green heart.

Only then did they finally see the true appearance of the holy remains. It looked like a mutilated embryo, with a swollen head and a huge single eye. What looked like a tail was actually a spine wrapped in flesh. Its ribs protruded from the flesh layer, like a terrifying, grotesque worm.