Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Original God

Chapter 181 The power of the nine infants, one man can defeat ten thousand armies
Chu Zihang pulled out Cun Yu, a demon sword with a sharp edge, blood reflected in his golden pupils, dancing with death today.

No matter how fearless the dead servants in white robes were, no matter how sharp their minions were, they could not stop Chu Zihang's burning anger.

Flame rises, ice flickers.

The rainwater evaporated into mist and turned into fine ice particles, opening up a unique field for Chu Zihang.

With the sword box on his back, Chu Zihang took the lead and directly shot out of the stone hedgehog shell, joining the trend of the white-robed dead waiter, venting his heart out.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Hengti shot and killed each shot. Rocks grew with each shot, opening a path on both sides of him.

Zero is standing on the hedgehog shell, vigilant about the gap between the two, to prevent the dead servant in white robes from coming out from the blind corner of the two.

The three of them worked together to open a road mixed with black blood, which spread straight towards the palace behind the dead waiters.

"God says: Whoever enters my country is my people."

A dazzling light rose from the rain, and then a loud sound resounded.

When the sound sounded, even the white-cloaked dead waiters who should have been unconscious stopped attacking and looked at the white light devoutly.

Just like believers on a pilgrimage, they are desperate to plunge into the light of God.

As the pioneer, Chu Zihang held Cun Yu in his hand, squinted his eyes, first glanced at the white-robed Deadpool who had stopped attacking in front of him, and then looked at the looming figure in the mist.

He didn't see a specific figure, but he knew that the guy playing tricks behind him finally came out.

On this square full of history, resume the ancient war.

As the voice fell, the dead waiters in white robes turned around and stared at Chu Zihang again.

A faint bloody light lingered on their white robes, and even their golden pupils were stained with this strange bloody color, and a tyrannical piety could not be melted away in their eyes.

It's hard to imagine that in the eyes of living beings, tyrannical emotions can be combined with piety, but this is what is presented to Chu Zihang now.

This reminded him of fanatics, only fanatics of those churches would have this kind of look in the face of heresy.

They are the heretics who invaded the Kingdom of God, and they are not citizens of the Kingdom of God, and these dead servants in white robes are the guards of the Kingdom of God, vowing to block them from the Kingdom of God.

Chu Zihang didn't say any nonsense, and he didn't need to say anything, everything was on the tip of the knife.

Village rain opened the rain curtain, and the black and red blood danced with it.

Everything seems to be business as usual, but it is not.

It was rare for Chu Zihang to feel the obstruction from the tip of the knife. Even if it was as sharp as Murasame, it took a little more effort to cut the skin of the dead waiters.

The bloody rays of light emanating from the white-robed dead waiters are not only a symbol of their fanatics, but also seem to have the effect of enhancing their strength.

The scales are tougher, the claws are sharper, and the physical fitness is better. Compared with the white-robed Deadpool at the beginning, the overall increase is 0.1 to 0.2.

As for whether it is weakened or not, just looking at consciousness, there is no weakening of consciousness that is not much at all, can you expect fools to be more stupid?

The forward momentum was stopped at once, and Chu Zihang had to deal with these strengthened Deadpools carefully.

"The servant of the king?"

The servant of the King of Words is in the realm of the releaser, and the companions chosen by him will receive short-term physical enhancement, and the upper limit of the effect of this enhancement can reach the limit of the human body.

The Walter Alheim Research Institute once tested the individuals strengthened by the "Servant of the King", and their endocrine system was greatly improved in a short period of time.

In particular, a large amount of adrenaline is secreted, the heartbeat and blood flow speed are significantly improved, and the secretion of endorphins and dopamine in the brain will also be accelerated, which makes their perception of pain significantly reduced. In the most extreme cases, the strengthened individual may even All pain is temporarily lost.

Offensiveness and destructiveness will also be significantly enhanced, but usually not to the point of indiscriminate friend or foe, madness, or brutal killing.

Among the various speech spirits that boost combat effectiveness, it is relatively mild.

The speech spirit can also act on non-human targets, such as pure blood dragons and even beasts, but pure blood dragons have limited effects because their brains and physical strength have been developed to the extreme.

The spirit of speech has a certain control effect, and when used on neutral and benevolent targets, it will make the target obey the releaser instinctively, but it is ineffective against some strongly hostile targets.

It is a very effective ability on the battlefield. Among the holders of this word spirit, there are many who can boost the morale and combat effectiveness of the entire legion.

Aftereffects, the strengthened individual is actually overdrawn physically, and will be in a weakened state for several days after the strengthening is over, and there is a risk of sudden death if it is strengthened multiple times in a short period of time.
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But this is a bit different from the situation at the scene. It is impossible for the dead servants in white robes to increase their combat power so much under the spirit of Wang Zhishiyan. Last time in the building, the reason why there was such a large increase was because Humanity.

Having deeply realized the strength of human beings after Wang Zhishi's boost, Chu Zihang felt that the speech spirit used by the opposite party should be Wang Zhishi's advanced level, with an even more terrifying boost.

"Zhao Heng, Zero, stay away from me."

Looking at the vast white-robed dead waiter, Chu Zihang's eyes brightened, presumably all this wave was buried here, and the main messenger behind him should also have a headache for a long time.

When Cun Yu returned to the sheath, Chu Zihang put his hand on the iron chain of the sword in the sword box behind his back, and pulled it out instantly.

It was an ancient sword with a ring head, but it was dilapidated at this time, only half a foot of rusty and mottled blade remained.

Without making people hesitate for too long, the bronze chain on the head of the sword quickly wrapped around Chu Zihang's arm, with force visible to the naked eye.

This is Duanlongtai, the heritage of the Huaxia Zhou family that has been passed down for a long time, and it is the family's biggest hole card.

As for why the Zhou family is willing to lend this weapon to outsiders, it is because this weapon does not belong to the Zhou family either, it has its own life!
"Senior Jiuying!"

In response to his voice, the mottled ancient sword uttered its own roar, which was the roar of a giant dragon from ancient times.

For a moment, the world was silent, and even those mindless white-robed dead waiters stayed in place.

The one in front is the king, and no one dares to swing a knife at the king.

The Dragon Clan is a race with a strict hierarchy. Their identities have been doomed from the very beginning, and there are very few existences who can change their fate against the sky.

There is no doubt that other non-dragons with dragon blood exist, that is the bottom of this strict class, and Deadpool is undoubtedly in this class.

They backed away slowly, leaving enough room for the king's arrival.

"God said: The king who overthrows the kingdom is a king without a crown. Fight for me, lost lamb."

The silver-white light pierced the sky, and then, the blood-colored light lingering on the bodies of the white-robed dead waiters became more and more intense, until the golden pupils were covered by a layer of blood.

"Roar!"×N
Countless roars sounded, and the white-robed dead waiters were completely transformed into crazy beasts, forgetting the glory and the majesty in the blood.

Flesh, fresh flesh, that is the malice of the unjustly dead towards the living.

"God? A bunch of ridiculous wretches!"

A red-gold eye opened in the dark sky, and it was obvious that this sentence was spoken by it.

Chu Zihang raised his head and looked at the sky behind him. Behind the red-golden eyes, countless eyes opened in the sky behind him. Some were teenagers, some were old people, some were graceful and smart like girls, and some were slender and charming. breath.

Countless eyes formed a huge and complicated garland-like pattern, covering the entire sky, and countless smaller eyes opened in the gaps.

If it was seen by a patient with dense fear, he would probably have goosebumps all over his body by now, but Chu Zihang only felt that he had opened a secret door.

Those eyes have been gazing at the earth since ancient times, but people have never been aware of it and are always being observed, just like ants raised in a transparent box.

There was a huge sound echoing in the sky, as if thousands of people were speaking at the same time, a thunderous sound echoed in his mind, the sound was so loud that it seemed to be able to shatter his heart.

His heart was beating violently, and the blood pumped out felt like it could burst his celestial cap. The severe congestion of the retina made everything I saw stained with a layer of blood red, and the blood red became more and more serious.

Chu Zihang couldn't understand their language, and he didn't know if they were discussing whose fate, but he couldn't do anything, he could only float quietly in the water and wait.

This was the first time he had really pulled out the Broken Dragon Platform. He never expected that this long-established alchemy weapon possessed such terrifying power.

In an instant, the eyes were closed again, and the world returned to silence, leaving only the original huge eye.

"Blood? A vile toy."

The grand voice resounded between heaven and earth, revealing the master's disdain for the so-called blood.

"Go! Take my sword! Take my field!"

Chu Zihang couldn't feel the bondage of the sword head iron chain, but felt that the Duanlongtai was like an arm and a finger, and it fit indescribably.

He stepped heavily, and the rainwater that fell on the ground was instantly frozen into ice crystals, like a perfect piece of snow.

Starting from this piece of snow, huge ice blocks piled up one after another, the temperature plummeted, and the violent snowstorm reversed the rainstorm in an instant.

Before the nearest Deadpools could react, they had turned into ice sculptures and stood there dumbfounded.

Black blood is cold-blooded, without a trace of heat.

Zhao Heng and Ling, who were standing not far away, were shocked by Chu Zihang at this time, and subconsciously retreated a bit.

This is a wise decision, otherwise he would definitely be involved in Chu Zihang's attack range at the position just now.

Chu Zihang has overturned the mixed race's research on speech spirits. The so-called greater power leads to smaller domains, which is an evil theory in front of Chu Zihang now.

They saw the mottled and broken sword in Chu Zihang's hand flashing with brilliance. The old and rusty sword looked brand new at this time, as bright as charcoal fire, but it was a pity that there was only half of the sword.

Chu Zihang was holding the Broken Dragon Terrace in his hand, and he suddenly felt that what he was holding was not a broken sword, but a sharp blade that had just come out of the furnace and hadn't had time to be tempered.

Although this sword has lost half of its body, its concept as a 'sword' is still intact, which is the 'mind' of this sword.

In the same way, people are also like this, as long as the heart is not dead, a toothless rabbit can also become a sword.

He swung his sword vigorously, and the tens of meters long sword wind cut a huge hole in the permeating wind and snow.

From the opening, one can see a corner of the wind and snow, the dead servants in white robes were chopped off at the waist, and the black blood was also frozen into ice and hung on the lost half of the body.

But this is not enough, the vast white-robed backwater has only lost a drop of seawater at this time, Chu Zihang must evaporate this sea to dryness.

The ice surface behind Chu Zihang cracked, and a swirling water column rose like an angry dragon, one!Two!Three!
They condensed into ice in an instant and thawed in an instant, dancing behind his back.

Four!Five!Six!The voice of the eyes echoed in Chu Zihang's ears, it was telling him the secret of these dragon-shaped water columns, which were fragments of Gu Long's consciousness.

In the ancient times, the dragon once walked alone in the fierce water of Beidi, making a sharp baby-like hiss. Once it cried, the fierce water would freeze, and if it cried again, the fierce water would turn into a burning river of fire.

In a more ancient era, it was weaker than the fifth generation of the Dragon Clan, but with its own efforts, it climbed up step by step until it created a speech spirit comparable to the authority of the Dragon King in the ancient times-the Great Mantra Nine Infants.

The bridge between the worlds was opened, and the things in the myth became reality before Chu Zihang's eyes. He saw the ancient myth.

Seven!Eight!Nine!Chu Zihang finally completed this octopus-like thing, and the wild dragons circled and roared around him. He leaped high, raised his sword over the top, and the Broken Dragon Terrace fell under the swarm of nine dragons.

Nine water dragons burned at the same time, and they whimpered sharply.

Ice and fire entwine in the air, the world burns in the ice, and it freezes in the burning again. This is the super-speaking spirit comparable to the ancient powers of the dragon kings!
Nine dragon shadows descended with the Broken Dragon Terrace, and the pitch-black square instantly turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

Standing in the center of this world, Chu Zihang scanned his surroundings, only to see that the vast number of dead servants in white robes had disappeared at this moment.

Undead monsters turned out to be relatively undead.

Under the power of the great power word Jiuying, they were like water in a pot, they evaporated without any resistance or struggle.

"Gudong." It was the sound of swallowing saliva, how abrupt it was in the white world at this time, Chu Zihang looked over.

It's the hybrid who gave the white-robed dead waiters a boost, the white-robed red cross, everything shows his identity, he is a member of Solomon's temple.

He was lucky to have escaped under the terrifying words, and now he was standing on the other side tremblingly, with incomparably terrified eyes.

Chu Zihang stepped over slowly, but it was like beating a big drum called heaven and earth. Every sound made the knight's heart beat wildly.

Until Chu Zihang came in front of him, the man who was commanding the vast army of dead servants in high spirits before had already lost his soul.

He died, alive and frightened to death.

Chu Zihang carried the Duanlongtai on his shoulders, and broke into the temple behind him as if no one was there, to carry out the agreement with someone.

(End of this chapter)