Starting From the Dragon Clan To Penetrate the World

　　 Lu Chen picked up the laziness and jealousy hidden by the corpse from the ground, walked in front of Yaqi Orochi, and looked at the lingering wrecked body.

　　 The remaining head of the Yachi Orochi felt someone standing in front of him, opening those huge snake eyes, and a pair of golden pupils, although weak, still had a strong penetrating power in the wind and rain.

　　 Subconsciously, he would use the spirit of speech to kill this hybrid who dared to offend him.

　　 But he paused again. He looked at the boy standing in front of him, staring at the more dazzling red-gold eyes, and felt the king-like aura, as if to crush him directly.

　　No... this boy's blood is not that high, but his aura is comparable to that of the king, and even more fierce than the king!

　　 is like the ultimate warrior walking out of the sea of ​​blood from the dead mountain. He has passed through thousands of horses and cut off the head of the king. Therefore, the boy is not a king, but his aura is like a dark tsunami about to land, swallowing the sky and the earth!

　　 "It's so boring."

　　 Lu Chen took the knife into its sheath, and the huge snake head rolled to the ground.

　　 This trip to Japan was perfect, except for combat.

　　 He thought that the White King’s wreck should be of the first generation level, but he didn't expect that it was so weak that it was even worse than the next generation.

　　 He checked the menu of Origin Space and frowned. He only received Origin Coin. It seems that the White King Wreck is indeed not the same as the Yachi Orochi.

　　 From the previous analysis of Herzog's words, the remains of the White King should still be in the body of the Oki Orochi.

What could it be?

In the next instant, the rain curtain stopped temporarily around him, the gust of wind was split by the silver knife light, and it reversed its direction under violence, rushing towards the sky with a harsh sonic boom, only the blood mist in the air. And countless minced meats.

　　 Lu Chen was not that interested, so he stopped thinking about it.

　　 When the reward was received, he swung his knife and blood vibrated with confidence. After turning around, the blood rain poured down, and the blood mist was blown to the sky by the rewinding wind, and was washed away by the heavy rain.

　　 Then he walked back to Eriyi, and straightened the black umbrella that had been crooked by the wind.

　　 "...What are they doing, brother?"

　　 Eriyi saw the movement on the other side through Yu Guang, and asked a little curiously, she was so bold today that she completely gave up talking in a small book.

　　Because she...want to listen to her own voice, in the storm, she felt that words could not convey her... longing.

　　 Lu Chen didn't know how to explain it for a while, and finally said tactfully: "They are attending the funeral of the patriarch."

　　 Eriyi nodded, staring straight ahead, no longer paying attention to the other side, because she had always been very obedient when asked her to look in this direction.

　　 As for what the brothers are doing, she doesn't care that much, as long as she is around.

　　 Her tender and cool little hands were wrapped in a fiery warmth, which made the girl's face even more bloody, the temperature came from the intersection of her five fingers, and it was warm to the heart.

　　 In the mud not far away, Herzog's head was stepped on by Uesugi more and more, his body twisted and fluttered crazily, but he was as weak as a clown, and he looked like a bug in front of the complete emperor.

　　 "Let go of him first."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng sighed.

　　 Uesugi looked at his elder son with some doubts, "Infant?"

　　 Yuan Zhisheng did not look at Herzog, who was struggling to raise his head from the muddy water on the ground, but at Uesugi, the old man after taking off his mask.

Today, Uesugi is wearing a suit with a murderous face. He is indistinguishable from being a ramen master. His anger has changed him back to the underworld supreme he was back then. But at this time, facing the gaze of his elder son, he The momentum gradually weakened again, and his heart was nervous.

　　 Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth several times, but he stopped talking, and finally turned his attention, and looked at Herzog, who was crawling on the ground and trying to escape.

　　 He looked at the familiar face, sighed, pulled out the spider cut, and stopped in front of Herzog.

　　 "Infant, innocent, it's me!"

Herzog stretched forward with his elbow, another hand that was still intact crazily grabbed the original leg of the trousers, raised his head with a flattering smile, the muddy sewage slipped on the old face, looking ugly ferocious.

　　 "Daddy."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng spoke lightly.

Herzog nodded quickly, with a look of hope in his eyes, "Yes, yes, it's me, I'm your father, these people are all members of the Mighty Ghosts, and Lu Chen has also got along with the Mighty Ghosts. Quickly bring them together. I'm going!"

　　 He remembered that Yuan Zhisheng hadn't heard his confession. Maybe he could still escape with his rhetoric?

　　 But the next moment, he screamed again, and the spider cut through his hand that grasped Yuanzhi's leg.

Under the washing of rain, the immature bangs drooped down, covering those golden pupils, making people unable to see his eyes at this time. Only when Herzog raised his head below can he vaguely see it. How indifferent... indifferent anger.

　　 "I trust you so much."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng looked up at the sky.

　　 "I trust you so much."

　　 He repeated it faintly, his voice was not loud, but anyone could see his suppressed anger, even the hand holding the knife was shaking.

　　 "Do you know? I used to treat you..."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng looked down at Herzog, "...as a real father."

　　 "Children, father, I love you too."

　　 Herzog had a twisted smile on his face because of the pain.

"what--"

　　 Following Herzog’s painful cry, half of his palm was cut off by the spider.

　　 "How can you, how can you! You forgot who brought you out of the country and gave you your status today!?"

　　 Wang Jiang roared ferociously, his palm was cut off, he was rolling in the muddy water painfully, the blood fainted in the muddy water, like an ink painting of a clown graffiti.

　　 However, he couldn't roll so smoothly in the next moment, because a long fuchsia knife pierced his thigh and nailed him firmly to the ground. It was Yuan Zhinv who shot.

　　 This once innocent and kind-hearted Zhongshan boy has a hideous expression on his face, a pair of golden pupils are so dazzling that he can't look at him, if he didn't know that the wind glaze has disappeared, Herzog even thought that the evil spirit was back again.

　　 But Kazama Ruri didn't come back. It was only Yuanjun who made the shot. He is the one who hates Herzog the most, because Herzog ruined everything about him!

　　 Because of hatred and anger, this Zhongshan boy finally abandoned his cowardice and innocence. He just wanted to use a long knife in his hand to twist this ugly ghoul under him like a maggot... a thousand swords!

　　 Uesugi watched this scene silently. As a father, he was also very angry. He also wanted to crush Herzog's bones one by one.

　　 But he knew that in this execution ground, there was no place for him, and the most qualified to deal with Herzog were his two sons. He just had to watch.

　　 Herzog was crying on the ground in pain. He knew that he could no longer deceive Yuan Zhisheng, so he changed his strategy, and he begged for mercy.

　　 "Please, let me go, as long as you let me go, I can give you all the results of my research, that is the wealth that the secret party never possessed!"

　　 There was a twisted smile on his face, "That is the way to approach the pure-blood dragon clan. It is the hope of human evolution. It is the greatest work of genetics!"

　　 Yuan Zhisheng stepped on Herzog's face and kicked it into the muddy water again, "I don't want to see this face anymore."

　　 In the next instant, just after Herzog raised his head, the fuchsia long knife slashed across and his nose fell on the ground.

　　 "Do you like changing faces?"

　　 Yuan Zhinv squatted down and looked at Herzog who was crying.

　　 Without waiting for Herzog's answer, the knife wind resumed, and half of his fleshy face fell into the muddy water.

　　 "Ah-I'm going to kill you!"

Herzog almost fainted in pain, but the more Uesugi took out an injection that Lu Chen had given him before, and hit him on the body. It was the adrenaline blended with alchemy, and it was not only refreshing. Effectiveness, but also accelerate the body's healing.

The fuchsia arc flickered, the other half of his dirty face was peeled off, and Herzog smiled grimly: "You guys are angry enough? You can't get anything if you kill me, I'm willing Continue to work for the Sheqi Bajia. I am the most outstanding scientist, and you will use me."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng kicked that **** face, "You seem to have misunderstood something."

He walked toward Herzog, who had fallen in the mud, thinking about the young people who died in the underworld wars over the years, thinking about the girls who were killed by Ruri Kazama under the control of the opponent, thinking about how he cut the spiders. The scene where he pierced his brother's chest... I recalled that he clearly trusted the other person as his biological father, but he was played like a puppet.

　　All the tragedies have their source in this ugly ghoul...

　　 "Now that the war is over, and the gods are dead, we don't want anything."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng said indifferently, stepping on the back of the king’s neck, Yuan Zhinu standing beside him, almost in unison, "We just want to... let you die."

　　 Yuan Zhinv continued to swing the knife, and one ear fell into the muddy water, "...death is a bit more miserable."

　　 Herzog flopped in the muddy water like a fish in a pan. He didn't want to die so much, he even suspected that it was a nightmare now.

　　 I am Herzog, the man who dominates the eight families of Snake Qi and the fierce ghosts, the man who plays the emperor in the palm of his hand, the man who thinks closest to the dragon clan in the world!

　　How can I be trampled underfoot by these humble toys?

"what--"

　　 However, the pain pulled him back to reality again. His language is a dream maker, and he knows that this is not a dream.

　　 Yuan Zhinv squatted in front of Herzog. At this time, the opponent could no longer see the human form. He put his hand on the king's eyes, and the other hand fixed the opponent's head.

　　 "No...no, no!"

　　 Herzog wailed in horror. Through the only remaining sight, he saw the unprecedented brutality in the eyes of the once weak Zhongshan boy. It was hating a person to his bones, and his eyes were full of **** murderousness.

"what--"

　　 Two of his eyes were violently squeezed out, he wailed, he suffered, he repented, but it was useless.

　　He has always been aloof in this cruel feast. As Shakespeare said, cruel joy will end in cruelty.

　　 His joy is no longer there, he has become the one ruled by brutality, and he can only be screamed with fright.

　　 Yuan Zhisheng dragged a giant net made by nanotechnology that was used to capture Yachi Orochi and walked to Herzog.

　　Herzog could no longer see at this time, but the only remaining ear power still heard the sound of frosting on the ground, making him crawl on the ground like a maggot in horror.

　　 "As the head of the Eighth Family of the Snake Qi, you have linked up with the fierce ghosts and murdered countless clansmen for treason."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng's faint narrative, "Your crimes are too numerous to read. Manipulating hearts and lives is a crime of cruelty and inhumanity."

　　 He squatted down and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar clown, "The family punishment is still too light, and you don't have fingers to cut now. The method of cutting abdomen is too glorious, and you don't deserve it."

　　 His voice was indifferent, but his eyes looked at the rain curtain, "I thought about it, Brother Lu helped us to avoid the tragedy and just follow the traditions of his hometown."

　　 As he said, he sprinkled the giant net on Herzog, and the original young girl grasped the other end with eloquence. When the two of them pulled and pulled, Herzog was **** like a pig.

　　 "What do you...want to do?"

　　 Herzog asked with a trembling, his consciousness was a little unclear because of the severe pain, but he still didn't give up his desire to survive.

　　 "Did you know that in the great eastern countries in ancient times, there was a penalty that would be passively used when people committed three major crimes, but in my opinion, you have already taken it all."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng lifted the spider cut and waved it horizontally. As soon as Herzog spoke, he spewed a blood line with that ugly tongue.

　　 Yuan Zhinv answered: "You should be executed by Ling Chi."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng glanced at her younger brother unexpectedly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yuan Zhinan smiled implicitly, "I have also learned a lot of Eastern culture because of my studies of drama in these years."

　　 Yuan Zhisheng smiled, and the boy An Gang cut across from the big net, the tuxedo with a small piece of flesh and blood boiled up, and the blood drops disappeared under the gradually decreasing rain.

　　 "The first cut."

　　 Accompanied by Herzog's painful sobbing, the source said lightly.

　　 About half an hour later, Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu throw the knives in their hands to the ground, and they feel a little tired.

　　 At first, Herzog would whimper and scream, but later on, he became unconscious due to the pain.

　　 The two brothers felt a little boring. They used to think that the king would be powerful and terrifying, but the other party was just a coward and a clown.

　　 tortured such a person, they did not realize the joy of imagination, only a touch of emptiness remained after the hatred was vented.

　　 Yuan Zhisheng pulled up the big net tied with Herzog and walked from the other direction to the True Red Well, looking at the remaining ghost tooth dragon vipers that were not completely dead.

　　 "Don't you always think that you are the person closest to the dragon clan?"

He exerted force with his hands and connected the big net to throw Herzog down the well of true red, and threw it at the group of ghost tooth dragon vipers who were reveling and jumping outwards, "Then let you die in the punishment of the dragon race. "

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