Starting From the Dragon Clan To Penetrate the World

Yes, Yuan Zhisheng now understands that many people actually don't have to die.

Without the existence of their three brothers and sisters, there would be no king general's ambition. How many people died in this cruel underworld war?

And they are still alive and well, because some people think they have value.

Their lives are stepped on countless bones, so their sin is as heavy as a mountain, and they should go to **** after death.

He looked at Liuli Kazama, who was talking to himself, with some emotion. If he didn't know something, he should have come to see his brother today...to Huangquan together.

"Brother, do you remember the time we went to see the meteor shower? We climbed the mountain for a few hours..."

Kazama Liuli was pressed in place, she didn't seem to feel it, she was still talking to herself.

"...In the end we didn't see the meteor shower in Leo, but I still remember the taste of plum rice..."

The source of silence finally spoke up, "Stop talking."

Kazama Liuli stopped her narration of the past. The rain fell from the corner of her eyes, and she didn't know if there were tears in it. He smiled and said: "This world is always like this. One person wants to talk, but the other doesn't want to listen."

After that, he sank slightly, "Then I will tell my brother slowly later..."

As the words fell, the rain curtain was cut open again by the air current, and the immature figure soared out, breaking an unknown number of trees. Amidst the sparks of swords and soldiers, he just stared faintly at his younger brother's eyes.

Under the frenzied offensive of the colored glaze in the wind, his limbs burst into bleeding, and in the thunderstorm, he could hear the other party's laughter, "...After my brother became a qualified quiet listener, I slowly... Let me tell you!"

Yuan Zhisheng just resisted the attack "difficultly", the wounds on his body continued to increase, but he said nothing.

"Brother, you are much stronger than you saw last time, but still too weak."

"Brother, your subordinates seem to have rebelled."

"Brother, they seem to be about to capture that thing."

"Brother, brother, brother, brother..."

In the end, Fengjian Liuli yelled those two words frantically with every cut, but the expression on his face did not have the slightest tenderness between brothers at all. It was just endless ferociousness, like the evil spirits of hell.

He is indeed an evil ghost, a very evil ghost, a ghost who has come to avenge his brother!

On the other side, near the Well of True Red, a group of members of the ghosts and the Kanto branch surrounded the Yaki Orochi and attacked.

This big snake conceived from the sacred skeleton perfectly interprets what is called a centipede that is dead but not stiff.

Although it was not enough to look at the windy glaze that had evolved to the extreme, it still occupies an advantage even if there is only one head left in the face of ordinary hybrids.

He has mastered the white emperor's body, water, thunder, and wind around him, and many words of spirits are released, crushing these weak insects to death.

He couldn't defeat the crazy young man, just because the opponent was too fast, the ordinary Yanling couldn't catch up with the opponent's footsteps, and the power was not deadly enough.

But dealing with these ordinary mixed-race species, he seemed to be able to do so easily. Even after killing them, he swallowed a lot of flesh and blood. The wounds on the body were gradually healed, and new flesh was bulging, and new heads were about to grow.

The people of the fierce ghosts reversed their previous state of counseling, and at this time they were desperately rushing forward and succeeding. The Yaqi Orochi who had just completed its form seemed invincible, so they could only hide behind Kazama Liuli.

But at the moment there is only one head left in the Yachi Orochi, and they have a chance!

About ten minutes later, the last head of Yaqi Orochi fell to the ground panting. He seemed to have exhausted all the strength of this body.

In front of Him, there are corpses everywhere.

The once arrogant and pretentious wise Ashiya was pierced by a water arrow, staring at the sky with hollow eyes.

Yingxiu's short blade got stuck in her neck, it was blocked by the dust-free place suddenly manifested and stuck.

The only survivor of the Kanto branch is the well-known Xiaohuo. She has successfully seduce all the men in the Kanto branch except Achiya Asuya, but it is clear that Yaki Oro is not interested in women, and her effort to seduce men cannot save her Life.

At this time, she was struck by a blood-sucking sickle, bleeding heavily in her abdomen, and without timely treatment, she would probably not survive today.

The wind hits from the east, and the white shadow presses the black shadow across the muddy ground, and brings up a row of dark red water curtains. The water curtain covers Xiao Xiao’s pale face. Under the violent collision, she is like a rag doll. When he was knocked into the tree, his once enchanting and beautiful figure became distorted.

Her kung fu may be useful to some men, but in the eyes of the two men who are still alive on the battlefield, there is only one another at this time.

boom--

The gravel splashed down, Yuan Zhisheng was pushed by Fengjian Liuli against the raised well wall of the True Red Well. The pupils of Fengjian Liuli seemed to have a mandala pattern in his pupils, while Yuan Zhisheng’s eyes were silent as a mountain. .

…………

At the Peninsula Tokyo, a man in a suit and a Noh mask walked through the automatic door.

The people taking refuge in the hall all looked at the man in amazement, because this guy obviously looked like a "suspicious person".

But the masked man didn't talk to anyone, ignoring the waitress who was approaching him, and walked briskly to the elevator, still humming some old song in his mouth.

"I" is indeed in a good mood now, it is better to say that it is extremely good.

After so many years of hard work, "I" finally reached the time to reap the results today.

It's a pity that he still doesn't realize the joy of "self", "self" is always extremely cautious in doing things, and will not let "self" get involved in any risky things.

Kazama Ruri sees him as an immortal ghost, an evil ghost from hell, but in fact many things are not as complicated as outsiders think.

Dr. Herzog is only a weak mixed race. In terms of ancestry, he may not be the b-level of Kassel College, but his spirit is very special, weak and special.

Ling Ling. Dream Maker.

Yan Ling who has not been recorded by the Secret Party, but the analysis of "self" may be the subordinate of Mengmo Yan Ling, his beloved toy. This fate-like coincidence makes "self" especially fond of this toy.

Obviously, both blood lineage and speech spirit are in the upper position of "self", but they have to dance like puppets under the giant net woven by "self", making "self" feel more joyful.

The role of this language is also very simple. After use, it can affect the dream and consciousness of the target to a lower limit. This lower limit is really low.

For example, if you use "self" with a normal person, you can only guide the other person to have a dream of spring tonight, and you can't even specify the object, let alone the details.

Because people's subconsciousness can resist foreign invading consciousness, even ordinary people's spirit is unexpectedly powerful in this respect, it is impossible to brainwash the other party by this.

But he "he" is a genius, and genius always turns the impossible into possible.

People's subconscious spirit is indeed very strong, and only the language spirit of the level of Mengmo can forcibly modify deeply and violently. Dreammakers can't do it, but it is limited to ordinary people.

If the objects used by Yanling are not humans at all? Or is it someone who has no consciousness at all?

Yes, Herzog, who is proficient in genetic technology, used cloning technology to create a lot of his own body.

Since it was mass-produced and had no consciousness, Herzog could use the dragon gene evolution technology on these bodies unscrupulously, so each of his bodies was as powerful as a monster.

So powerful that Herzog is often dissatisfied with his No. 2 toy. As the heir to the imperial blood, his comprehensive ability is not as good as his own mass-produced clone.

These clones have no self-awareness, so "self" can use the dream maker to instill character and "responsibility" for them, showing the image of a greedy ghoul and unscrupulous in front of others, but in fact clones are all It has the core quality that is excellent, that is, absolute loyalty to "self". The external performance is only preset, and you can say whatever you want.

After all, security is the first priority, and "oneself" doesn't want to be usurped by clones.

To put it simply, this process is somewhat like programming a blank computer, the underlying commands are absolute, and the external performance is packaged.

To do all of this, it is a huge project, and the clone is not worth money, but the process of shaping the "king general" is indeed difficult.

So Toy One killed several clones of "self", "self" is not really indifferent, "they" in front of the toy is unpredictable, but "self" is furious.

Some people think that "self" is just a lot of shadow dancers, "self" is happy for others to think so, but "self" inwardly despise those who have no knowledge.

Shadow? What kind of low-end thing is that?

Every incarnation of "self" is carefully customized, so it never reveals any flaws.

And the king can also appear in multiple places at the same time, like a real ghost,

"I" left an ancient dragon fetal blood. I originally wanted to use it for the No. 2 toy under certain circumstances to make the drama more exciting. At that time, the value of the two toys should have been drained anyway.

"I" has always admired the ancient culture of the East. There are many things in it that make sense. As the saying goes, the plan cannot keep up with the changes.

Because of the appearance of the boy named Lu Chen and the farce on Mount Fuji last time, the layout of "self" was disrupted a lot.

"Own" wanted to wait for the time to let the gods appear, but that nasty kid actually wanted to take away "Own"'s No. 3 toy!

The No. 1 and 2 toy "I" may not care, but the No. 3 toy is the best masterpiece of "I" and a container for the evolution of "I".

The plan must be started in advance, and it must be changed.

The foolish man is just a foolish man after all, and the foolish boy who was dazzled by love is still going to sea after all, everything is in the "own" plan.

Now that Tokyo is enveloped by a storm of elements, the main force of the Eight Snake Family and the warships of the secret party are busy dealing with the corpse guards on the sea, and the most terrifying Lu Chen has also been buried under the sea.

Now no one can stand in his way. As long as he takes the No. 3 toy to the destination, "I" can board the white throne.

He looked at the watch on his wrist and counted the time. "I" should have almost reached the well of real red. The Yachi Orochi is dying. The first and second toys "I" can be manipulated at will, and when the third toy is in place, "Oneself" can begin to evolve.

The clone is not completely thoughtless. At least he felt a little excited at this time. If it weren't for "self", he would always be cautious and would not let the clone carry any communication device that could contact the "self" to prevent the clone from being caught after an accident. If a person follows the vine, he must synchronize his mood with "self".

He won’t have any doubts. Of course “self” does not need to supervise his actions, nor does he need to worry about their plans being interrupted, because the Sheqi Bajia, including the secret party commissioners now stationed in Tokyo, Japan, are extremely weak. It will not be his opponent.

As he had thought before, no one can stop him and "self".

"I" originally wanted to pick up the No. 3 toy in person, and taste the dessert on the way. "I" has endured it for many years. When I think that this is the lover of that powerful, ghostly teenager, I am excited. Can't control himself.

But "self" finally suppressed the eager heart, and will proceed cautiously to the end. These things can be done before evolution.

What if toy No. 3 kills "you" before "you" strikes the clapper? "I" is very fragile and cannot take risks.

He is different, he is stronger, and he is fully guaranteed to complete this mission.

He swiped the card he had prepared, pressed the button on the top floor, and hummed a pleasant little tune.

Stepping out of the elevator and stepping on the soft carpet, he almost jumped up.

Oh, maybe he is not really happy, after all, he has no emotional "system", he is just set to be happy in these situations, um...maybe it is "self" that it will be more... style? Just like the "him" who was killed in the Rock Flow Research Institute.

He walked to the door of the presidential suite, swiped the card, and the door opened.

Holding the clapper in his hand, the first time he saw the No. 3 toy, he immediately began to ring in rhythm.

Toy No. 3 heard the clapper sound and was really stunned, and did not show the consciousness of resisting.

Very good ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Next, we will proceed to the second stage of the song, using the fantasy of fear to rule the mind of Toy 3, and then the third song, fully controlling Toy 3.

He walked in front of Toy No. 3 and rang the clappers in an orderly manner. Everything went smoothly. No one would come here at this point in time, and there was no strong body that could stop him...

He knocked on the clapper's hand and stopped, because he couldn't knock it down anymore. An old hand, like a hydraulic press, grabbed his arm tightly.

He turned his head slightly puzzled, and saw a strange old man with the headscarf of the master ramen on his head.

An old man who sells ramen?

This is not on the list of targets he should be wary of. When did Japan have such a strong player?

He let go of the clapper with his right hand, swinging his arm with at least ten tons of strength, and hitting the old face of the ramen master with a straight fist.

Snapped--

The master easily grabbed his fist, and he and the master looked at each other. He had never seen the golden pupil, as dazzling as the supreme, like a real emperor.

"You want to touch my girl?"

Uesugi's lower voice suppressed the volcano that was about to erupt.

The face of Wang Jiang's face twitched with the mask. It was a natural reaction of the body caused by the severe pain. He shouldn't have understood the emotion of panic, but at this moment, he suddenly seemed to understand.

His right fist burst out with a sour sound. It was bones being crushed. His left arm was squeezed to only two centimeters in diameter. The dragon scales on his body were cracked and the keel was broken. In the old man’s anger, he This genetically modified to the extreme weak body looks like a toy.

Uesugi grabbed the king and walked a few steps toward the open area. Gu Osen's stern dragon sounded, and the volcano really erupted.

No, what is in front of him is the high temperature far exceeding the eruption of a volcano.

It was a **** day.

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