Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The White King's egg hidden in Takamagahara is sensitive.

He probably discovered something.

The essence of flesh and blood from the surrounding seas rushed toward Gao Tianyuan even more crazily.

The Egg of the White King attempts to revive.

Lu Mingfei's heart moved.

Perhaps the previous scene of countless dragon-born creatures rushing towards him regardless of life and death was not entirely due to the low IQ of the dragon-born creatures.

The real reason is probably the source of their bloodline.

White King.

Dragons need nourishment to awaken.

The same goes for White King.

The essence of the dragon-born creatures swimming in this sea area may be the feast prepared by the White King for his return.

Their destiny was destined from the very beginning of their birth, and they devoted everything to the resurrection of the White King.

They are all going to die anyway, and it would be troublesome for the White King to do it himself. It is better to let Lu Mingfei come and kill those dragon-born creatures so that the White King's eggs can be absorbed easily.

Lend me my hand to do something.

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Are you ready to pay the price?

The silent buzzing was not a sound that could be captured by the eardrums. It was a loud noise that echoed in the spiritual world.

The emperor's tomb is completely located in Takamagahara.

The prerequisites for inheritance are met.

Lu Mingfei swung the bronze chain, and the two life-saving capsules fell into the palace of Du Du and Xu Zuo.

The door slowly closed.

The inheritance of Tsukuyomi fate and Susano'o fate officially begins.

Lu Mingfei landed in front of the emperor's tomb and Panxi sat down.

He let out a breath.

The surrounding seawater is draining away, and a barrier of understanding is rising.

After the emperor's tomb fell, the mythical properties of Takamagahara were stimulated, and the Nibelung roots fixed here unfolded.

Lu Mingfei was trapped in it.

He can't get out.

Once it goes out, the Nibelung roots will be broken and the inheritance will be interrupted.

When the time comes, let alone treating Eri Yi, whether the three people who interrupted the inheritance will survive in the end remains to be seen.

There is a high probability that he will die.

Moreover, the emperor's tomb is already the property of Lu Mingfei. Now the emperor's tomb is connected with Gaotianyuan, forming a special state. Unless Lu Mingfei can repeat what he did in the Nibelungen of Huangquan, this huge Gao Tianyuan was also swallowed up like the underworld, turning into nourishment for his hopeless sky.

Otherwise, Lu Mingfei wouldn't even think about going out.

All of the above are the reasons why Lu Mingfei said in the earphone before going to sea that he would leave everything to everyone.

He is trapped here, and the war outside can only be left to them.

But having said that, Lu Mingfei is not the kind of character who places all his hopes on others.

It's impossible to watch other people fighting to the death, so he should be lazy here.

Lu Mingfei retracted his gaze towards the sea. At this time, the Gaotian Nibelungen had stabilized. The sea water was outside, and inside was a small world, much larger than Huangquan.

And outside of the Nibelungs in the Gaotian Plains, no matter how much you search for them in the sea, you can't even hope to find the Nibelungs.

Mustard Seed Na Sumeru, a high plateau within the Nibelung, is attached to a jellyfish in the outside world.

What can be said is mysterious.

Lu Mingfei adjusted his breathing for a moment.

He regained the consumption of previous actions.

Stand up and look around.

I don’t know how long it will take to pass on the Three Noble Life.

Several days have passed just looking at Yuan Zhisheng.

What's more, there are Eri Yi and Kazama Girl. They have just accepted the inheritance, and their time has to be calculated separately.

Lu Mingfei couldn't just wait.

You have to find a way to speed up the time of this inheritance.

Originally, Lu Mingfei had nothing to do, but after coming down, he saw that Gao Tianyuan had absorbed the essence of flesh and blood, and he had an idea.

"White King, White King"

"Where are you."

He smiled and walked in Gao Tianyuan.

"I have delicious food here."

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When Lu Mingfei was thinking of a way to turn right to an old white king, a drastic change took place with the giant wheel as the center.

"The resurrection of all dragon kings will be accompanied by the turbulence of elements."

The hybrids on the first line of defense grabbed everything that could hold them in place, squinted their eyes, and looked toward the sea ahead.

"that is!"

From heaven to earth, no, from heaven to sea.

The terrifying waterspout forms a pillar of the sky, like a dragon, stretching its body wantonly, as if announcing the return of the old king to the world.

Caesar stepped on the ground, lowered his waist and sat on his hips, using his martial arts skills to turn into a pine tree on a lonely peak. No matter how windy or rainy you hit it, I would stand firm and motionless.

"It's my turn."

Caesar's proclamation broke through the wind and clouds, and every hybrid present could hear it.

A drop of rain falls.

Those were golden eyes like starlight.

One point, one white point, one thousand points.

Lights up from under the sea.

Caesar whips out his golden Desert Eagle.

"Can you hear it? Can you hear it?"

The people in the command center were shouting hoarsely in their headphones.

"Report your situation!"

The waves are getting higher and higher.

Caesar's golden eyes are as majestic as a king.

"Shh!"

He raised the corners of his mouth.

"Everything is under control."

"Next, it's time for me to entertain the guests."

When the golden eyes shined to the extreme, Caesar pulled the trigger.

Bullets engraved with alchemical characters roared out of the gun barrel.

The spirit of the wind guides the way.

A matter of fate is like the truth, without any suspense.

The monsters that had just survived the distortion caused by the dragon's blood had been greeted by a spinning bullet before they had a chance to take a look at the world.

Was it an illusion? The moment the bullet passed through, they seemed to hear it.

what is that?

Who is chanting in a low voice?

The composition of the first line of defense is very unexpected.

In addition to being the main force of the warriors, there is something special wrong here.

This army is composed entirely of women, and most of them are female hybrids from the Eight Sheqi families.

They were dressed in witch uniforms, pure white, and on this stormy sea platform, surrounded by the roars of dragon-born creatures and the roar of bullets, the girls sat around with their heads lowered.

There is a person in the center, surrounded by four women, eight women in another circle, and sixty-four women in another circle.

From a distance, it looks like a blooming lotus.

This is a certain secret technique recorded in the eight Sheqi families.

Use the spirit of the witches to bless the spell, so that the spell can produce incredible magical powers and miracles.

It seems to be somewhat similar to the method of Plateau Tantric Buddhism.

Some similarities are also expected. After all, they are all inherited from Long Lei. They are just different flows of rivers, but in the end they lead to the same destination.

This matrix composed of witches, whose name is Padmasambhava, is incomplete and has extremely high requirements for the leader of the formation. She must be a natural saint, that is, a being who is born to be able to communicate with the gods.

Under various conditions, even if the Lotus Flower Dharma is powerful and can turn decay into magic, the eight Sheqi families can only shelve it in a high cabinet and do nothing.

Even so, the Lotus Flower Technique, which was almost reduced to useless paper, was also classified as a top secret by the eight Sheqi families. Even though the years have changed and many secret inheritances have passed away, only this Lotus Flower Technique has been preserved.

This shows how powerful this method is.

Before the battle of "Takamagahara" began, the eight Sheqi families and Kassel reached an all-round cooperation. Both parties came up with a lot of unpacked information, one of which was the Lotus Flower Technique.

When the professors on the Camarilla side saw the Padmasambhava teachings, they felt that they looked familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere before.

By the way, Tantra.

Six months ago, the S-class launched a war against the Tantric Sect and completely destroyed that hybrid organization.

The Camarilla gained greatly from that war.

They got almost all the details of Tantra.

Among them are materials that are complementary to the Lotus Flower Dharma.

In other words, it can be completed.

The alchemists on both sides fell into ecstasy. Nothing could excite them more than more mysterious knowledge.

The people at the command center were thinking.

They focus more on immediate combat capabilities that can be deployed on the battlefield immediately.

Even if the Padmasambhava method is completed, it still lacks the main player and cannot exert its full power.

It is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

So, can we find a way to find a suitable leader?

It's so easy to find a suitable leader.

A woman who is born to communicate with the gods. Since the gods refer to dragons, that is to say, this refers to a woman with a very high concentration of dragon blood.

Maybe the head of the Uesugi family's Eri is okay, but she is unconscious, and Eri's bloodline is unstable. If she is allowed to take the lead, no one can say what problems will happen.

So, besides Eriyi, who else could it be?

Is there anyone who looks similar to Eri?

Of course there is.

"I remember there was a girl with red hair in Kassel."

At that time, Lu Mingfei said while recalling.

"It seems to be called, Chen Motong."

People who heard this quickly pulled up the files, red hair, red hair.

Yes.

They looked at the red-haired girl in the photo in a daze.

Indeed, it is right to call her Chen Motong.

But what does the S-Class think?

How do Chen Motong and the head of the Uesugi family look alike?

They looked left and right, but couldn't connect the two girls.

The head of the Uesugi family is like a deer in the forest in the morning after the rain. In her eyes, the world is new and good. No one has the heart to hurt such a clean girl.

Chen Motong is another extreme. It seems that you can see any color in this girl, white and hey, red and blue, all kinds of contradictory temperaments and characteristics, it seems that you can find it in this girl.

So how can they be similar?

They just thought that they were S-class and missed the head of the Uesugi family too much.

This is not unprecedented. Since ancient times, heroes have struggled with beauty. What's more, it is an S-class hero who has been in the past for a long time. Before he was awakened, he could fight for a middle school literature girl. He moved the whole school and moved himself. , but the blind girl was not moved at all. Now our big hero S-class has a new love for the head of the Uesugi family. It is normal for Aiya and Karasuta to see that everyone looks like Eri.

But S-class is S-class after all, and it is backed by its great achievements. Any opinions of Lu Mingfei are beyond the scope of simple personal thoughts.

That is a truly valid command.

So, they invited Chen Motong.

Surprisingly, Chen Motong did not refuse.

She was so cooperative.

Not at all like the eccentric character rumored to be.

Only Caesar knew that this girl of his had found something interesting again.

In Nono's words.

"That's being a miko. It sounds super cool."

When Chen Motong put on the witch costume, she straightened her face.

Almost everyone from the eight Sheqi families who saw Chen Motong's appearance at this time were shocked and speechless.

"Come on...Master of the Uesugi family."

so similar.

S-Class proved him right once again.

But people can't understand it.

Why?

Chen Motong and Eri Yi are obviously two completely different people.

They grew up in two completely different worlds.

From temperament to appearance, everything is different.

But when they also put on witch costumes.

Just like one person.

That's not something twins can explain.

Minamoto and Kazama are also twins.

But they can't compare with Eriri Chen Motong.

Some people believe that they are the same person.

Interested people secretly launch an investigation to find the common ground between Chen Motong and Eryi.

Surprisingly, the investigation went smoothly.

Chen family.

Chen Motong's family is also Uesugoshi's mother's family.

They are all from the Chen family.

This is thought-provoking.

In front of Chen Motong were the members of the eight Sheqi families who were stunned. She didn't speak, with an innocent look on her face, and everyone was even more confused. They were so similar, so similar.

Then Chen Motong chuckled, put his hands on his hips, and spoke like a big sister.

"Look at you like this!"

"Why, I've never seen a beautiful woman before!"

Everyone suddenly woke up.

Oh, not the head of the Uesugi family.

Eri Yi would never do such a thing.

Subsequent testing went smoothly.

Chen Motong perfectly meets the requirements of the main practitioner of the Padmasambhava method.

She is a witch born to communicate with the gods.

People are more curious about Chen Motong's life experience.

Legend has it that this Kassel student of A-level descent seems to have no voice.

There are many mysteries surrounding her.

However, no matter how many mysteries have to be put aside before the coming war.

After a simple run-in, Chen Motong stood on the battlefield of the first line of defense as the main player.

One becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixty-four.

There will be endless changes after that, with the stems being nine, sixty-four times nine, and a Yang Formation of 576 people.

And the Yin Formation that overlaps with the Six Phases.

Even a boxing formation that includes both.

Unfortunately, there are not enough manpower, and there are too few mixed-race women who meet the conditions of Padmasambhava. Being able to draw sixty-four formations is already the limit.

Chen Motong is in the center, with all the women united in spirit and will, muttering a total of one thousand and twenty-four words of the Lotus Flower Dharma.

Echoing this, are the bullets in the chambers of all the first line of defense mongrels.

When those bullets were in the magazine, they were just made of ordinary brass, but once they came out of the barrel, countless densely packed alchemical characters were engraved on them, totaling a thousand and twenty-four characters, which was the entire text of the Padmasambhava.

The light of alchemy flows in the traces of words.

According to legend, Tibetan Tantric Buddhism has a magical instrument, which is a prayer wheel with sutras, such as the Diamond Sutra or the Lotus Sutra, engraved inside. Every time the monk turns it once, it is equivalent to sincerely reciting it silently. Turning the sutra day and night, the merits of the barricade are immeasurable.

It sounds inexplicably like an automatic merit machine. If this is the case, wouldn't the merits of Xitian be inflated?

Although it sounds difficult to evaluate, in fact, the prayer wheel does have its basis for existence.

Each rotation of the object blessed by the Lotus Flower Dharma is equivalent to a sincere recitation of the sutra by an enlightened monk.

But now, what they choose to bless is bullets.

As we all know, unloaded bullets never fly straight to the target, they spin.

So, who can count how many times the bullet rolled from the moment it exited the muzzle of Caesar's Golden Desert Eagle to when it hit the dragonborn creature?

Ten laps? Twenty laps? Or hundreds?

No matter what, it will definitely not drop.

Each time it rolls, the power of the bullet increases by one point.

And it's not just simple physical damage.

Dragon scales are highly immune to pure physical damage.

This is the experience accumulated by the secret party from slaying dragons for thousands of years.

So until today in the 21st century, thermal weapons are highly developed, but the best dragon slayers still invariably choose cold weapons to enter the battlefield.

For example, Angers’ Jackknife, Caesar’s Dictado, and Chu Zihang’s Murasame.

Are they trying to be cool? Do you think cold weapons are more handsome than hot weapons?

Come on, that's dragon slaying, not filming a movie. Who is in the mood to style their hair on the battlefield?

The duty of a warrior is to win, and the duty of a dragon slayer is to slay the dragon. Efficiency is their life, and everything they have must serve the purpose of slaying the dragon with more efficient chlorine.

The reason that prompts dragon slayers to choose cold weapons is very simple. Compared with hot weapons, cold weapons are more efficient in slaying dragons.

Dragon scales are very special. If you want to break through the defenses of dragons and end their lives completely, you can't do it with thermal weapons.

Only cold weapons that are alchemical weapons will do.

Of course, if you are so rich that you can engrave alchemical characters on every bullet and invite alchemist masters to concoct these consumables with the attitude of making alchemical weapons, then you can use thermal weapons if you like, and you will be happy. good.

One of the effects of the Lotus Flower Dharma is to turn decay into magic.

These ordinary brass bullets are made of ordinary materials and cannot bear the inscriptions of alchemical texts.

Moreover, the means required to engrave a large number of alchemical words on this small bullet are already extremely skilled, and those who can succeed are all famous alchemist masters.

And which alchemist master has nothing to do to inscribe countless bullets? Wouldn't it be nice to have the time to create a few alchemical weapons that can be passed down to the world?

Therefore, there are very few opportunities for hybrids to unleash their alchemy bullets as they do today.

Take action today and never think about it later.

So the hybrids on the first line of defense went crazy.

They rained down bullets into the sea.

The flames from the bullets are continuous, illuminating the sea water like a burning fire.

The heavy rain had no time to fall into the sea, and was shattered by the bullets, and then evaporated due to the high temperature of the alchemical bullets.

That night, clouds and smoke appeared on the sea.

Sakura held up her camera to capture this scene.

The crow held the cigarette butt in his mouth and was startled.

"I said Sakura, why are you still taking this thing to the battlefield?"

"I'm a ninja."

Raven was deep in thought.

But to be honest, he really didn't understand the necessary connection between ninjas and cameras.

Sakura controlled the six-barreled machine gun and fired without forgetting to look at the photos she had just taken.

"Keep it as a souvenir?"

"Well, I'll give it to Miss Eriki later."

Crow's determined look softened.

"Ah, so it's a gift for the eldest lady?"

"That, Sakura."

"Can you please give me two, too?"

Crow was surprisingly embarrassed.

"I think."

"Now is probably the most handsome time in my life."

He wiped his hair.

"Slay the dragon."

"If you take any photo, you'll definitely look cool."

"Maybe in the future when I go to a nightclub, I just need to show this photo and I won't have to pay."

"At that time, I can also experience the feeling of being a parent."

"There will definitely be a large group of girls taking the initiative to gather around me and listen to my story about dragon slaying."

The crow knocked open the grenade and threw it into the sea. Alchemical words were all over the shell of the grenade. The moment it touched the sea, the fire lit up and several strange dragon-born creatures floated up with their bellies turned over.

The crow pointed and laughed.

"Go to hell and smash them all!" (End of Chapter)