Starting from the Dragon Tribe

The king snapped his fingers, but it was inaudible in the storm, and he said: "Seal the passage."

As the underground roar sounded, the tunnel that was originally opened to the Akagui River was re-blocked by the collapse caused by the explosion.

The king looked at the bottom of the True Red Well with admiration, "Let us give him some challenges."

Following his instructions, the members of the Fierce Ghosts put on standard protective clothing, and then operated the large equipment above to pour mercury downwards.

Mercury vapor was floating in the air, but Wang Jiang and Kazama Ruri did not have any protective equipment.

When dozens of tons of mercury poured into the True Red Well, the original crimson color of the river water changed again. It was still reddish in color, but much thicker, making people think of the blood pool in hell.

The ghost-toothed vipers struggled to get out of the water. Under the corrosion of mercury, their original blue-silver scales turned into gray-black and were being slowly corroded. You can imagine how painful this was.

But with such a large amount of poison against the dragon clan tilted down, the so-called god still did not show up. The vortex only became larger. It was obvious that he was swimming very fast below.

"Turn on the turbine and let's see how powerful he is."

The king looked down with interest. This was an experiment of the century, an experiment on God!

And he who can test God is undoubtedly in a higher position.

The turbine device installed in the True Red Well was activated in advance, driven by hundreds of tons of water force, but the direction of the vortex rotation has not been reversed.

"Oh my god, is this the power of God? He can actually resist such a majestic power."

A member of the Fierce Ghosts exclaimed.

However, the king looked down and shook his head in admiration: "This is not power. The power of our turbine has not affected this water area at all. It violates the rules of physics. The place where he is is his king's domain!"

The rotation of the whirlpool became faster and faster, and people gradually saw clearly the huge shadow hidden under the water.

Until finally the saucy white shadow emerged from the water, and everyone finally saw the god's posture clearly.

The white scales shine under the illumination of the searchlight. His lower body is like a bloated fish tail, covered with jagged bone spurs, while the upper part has eight long necks, a head like a dragon and a snake, and a wide mouth. Start dancing ferociously.

The strong wind is a whistle song, the thunder is a majestic drumbeat, the rain falls wildly, and spider web-like lightning scatters in the sky, like a crown for the birth of a king.

For a moment, the land under my feet seemed to go back millions of years, and the evil spirits of hell returned again.

The members of the fierce ghosts spoke tremblingly: "Yaqi...Orochi."

Perhaps because he was just born, the god's size is not as big as a mountain in the legend. It is a little smaller than a killer whale, and it looks like it is no more than ten tons.

The giant net made of nanotechnology spread down, covering the True Red Well in all directions and covering the body of the Yamata no Orochi.

The Yamata-no-Orochi's majestic and ferocious snake head, full of mythical and artistic beauty, raised its head and let out an ear-splitting roar that suppressed even the thunder in the sky.

He struggled hard in the giant net and swam crazily in the water. In the end, the entire giant net became tighter and tighter.

"We're going to get Him."

A member of the Fierce Ghosts spoke, but there was not much excitement on his face, because if God is only this level of things, it seems that the so-called sense of evolutionary expectations has also been reduced.

But the next moment, the giant net was torn apart, and the white brilliance flashed out, drawing a graceful arc on the water, and the edge of the halo brought up light water drops.

"He also carries a sword, the sword in mythology that can cut off everything, the Tiancongyun Sword."

The king general sighed, and then looked at Fengjian Liuli, "It's your turn to take action."

Kazama Liuli looked at the "god" below who looked extremely ugly to him, and looked at the general with a playful expression, "Why do you think I will help you?"

As soon as these words came out, the members of the Fierce Ghosts all looked up at Fengjian Liuli, and cautiously grasped the weapons at their waists.

The king raised his hand, and everyone stopped commotion. He looked at Fengjian Liuli, "Don't you long for this grand evolution? As long as you have divine blood, you will become more complete."

Fengjian Liuli looked at the general with a half-smile, "Complete? Do you think this is what I want?"

"After you kill your stupid brother, you will always have a new goal, and becoming a dragon. Eternal life will allow you to slowly explore the answers to many things."

The king's voice was very seductive.

Kazama Liuli suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that she was out of breath, and leaned down to hold her knees.

Wang Jiang looked at Fengjian Liuli and didn't say anything, just waiting for the other party to finish laughing.

Fengjian Liuli stopped laughing and looked up at the general, "What if I don't take action?"

A trace of surprise flashed deep in the king's eyes. He didn't expect that at this time, Fengjian Liuli would become so disobedient. Do you need to use some extraordinary means?

However, Kazama Liuli put his hand on the cherry red sword, took a step forward, and stood on the wall of the True Red Well.

General Wang saw this scene and smiled, "That's right, this is our common progress..."

He didn't finish his words, because the cherry-red long knife came out of its sheath and cut through the thick rain curtain. The arc-shaped blood mist paused in the air for a moment, and was washed away by the heavy rain the next moment.

A head wearing the mask of a Noh drama fell to the ground.

The members of the Fierce Ghosts present were all shocked. They did not expect that the dragon king of the organization... killed the king general!

But this time no one moved their hands to the weapon, because the highest commander and the strongest person present was now Kazama Ruri. They would also follow Kazama Ruri's footsteps to kill Yamata no Orochi and gain the ability to The evolving essence and blood of God.

"I've said many times, don't mention him in front of me, especially with your mouth."

Fengjian Liuli calmly sheathed her sword, turned around, walked a few steps, and sat on a chair under the shed.

"Lord Dragon King..."

A member of the Fierce Ghosts came over and spoke hesitantly. At this time, the Yamata no Orochi had already climbed to the mouth of the well with eight heads.

"What's wrong, don't you want to kill God? You can start now. I'm not interested in evolution."

Kazama Ruri took out a makeup box from her arms, took a look at her current face, and unexpectedly started to draw her eyebrows again in this situation.

The Yamata-no-Orochi had already landed on the shore, and there were sounds of firing, drawing of swords, and wailing sounds, but Kazama Ruri didn't even raise his head.

It wasn't until the members of the Menggui reacted after a large number of casualties occurred and fled in the direction of Kazama Ruri that they stopped.

The strong wind hit him, and Kazama Ruri's makeup box came out of his hand. He looked up at the Yamata no Orochi who was very close at hand, and frowned.

The next moment, a round arc of light passed by, a huge snake head rolled to the ground, and the white Yunzhong Juejianji costume was stained with a dense red.

As Fengjian Liuli retreated violently, her long black hair began to turn white and grow visibly to the naked eye, with a crazy smile on her face, "You are not the person I want to wait for."

The members of the Fierce Ghosts ran for their lives, shuttling on the muddy road, but the next moment they knelt down in fear, and all the bones in their bodies were screaming. The strong gravity forced them to kowtow downwards, and at this time, below them was Waterlogged mud!

Figures descended from the ropes one after another. The young man at the head fell from the sky. Without using any tools, his feet dived deeply into the muddy ground, as solid as a rock.

Yuan Zhisheng's black trench coat was blown by the strong wind and danced backwards. He walked among the members of the fierce ghosts who were kneeling down and immersed in the mud. A pair of dazzling golden eyes looked straight ahead, not even looking at these hybrids of the fierce ghosts. .

The commissioners following Yuan Zhisheng drew their swords and prepared to cut off these people's heads to end their drowning pain.

But a sudden change occurred. The commissioner who took action first failed to swing the knife successfully. The head that fell on the ground was not that of the fierce ghosts, but his own.

Minamoto turned around in shock and anger and looked at the members of the Kanto branch. It was Akechi Asuya who chopped off the heads of his companions with a sword.

Other members of the Guandong branch also took action to attack other members of the Executive Directorate.

Yuan Zhisheng took out the spider cutter and the boy Anzang cutter. He swore that he would kill all the traitors in the family one by one with his own hands.

Akechi Asuya looked at Minamoto Chisheng who was facing him, his golden eyes widened, and pressure fell on him like a mountain. He was shaking all over, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear or extreme excitement.

He is finally going to face off against the strongest person in the family!

He may die, but what he pursued came true today.

However, Yuan Zhisheng did not rush towards him and wave his sword, nor did he even come to the throne. His figure disappeared from the place, leaving only a black and white afterimage.

The ear-piercing sonic boom sounded, and the rain curtain briefly appeared under this afterimage. Even the natural phenomena caused by God had to give way to the violent emperor and the extremely evil ghost at this time!

Akechi Asuya was stunned for a moment. He looked towards the distance where the shadow was flying. Under the dark rain curtain, the sound of swords clashing detonated the whole place, and the lights lit up like iron trees and silver flowers.

During the brief stalemate between the two sides, everyone saw the two figures clearly.

The rain streaked across the face that was as cold as a marble knife, and then across the plain white cheeks with an enchanting smile.

Not far away, near the True Red Well, only one snake head of the Yamata no Orochi is left. It is crawling towards the True Red Well, trying to return to the Red River to absorb the ghost-toothed dragon viper to recover from its injuries. Mercury vapor is not suitable for it. No matter what, the only thing that threatened him was the young human's blade.

Many members of the fierce ghosts who were not suffocated stood up and looked at the members of the eight Sheqi families standing in front of them. They were at a loss because the other party had no intention of attacking.

Most of the team led by Yuan Zhisheng were from the Kanto branch, with only a few temporarily transferred Executive Bureau commissioners. Due to the rebellion of the Kanto branch just now, they were all wiped out almost instantly.

"Why are you standing there in a daze? That guy is extremely weak."

Akechi Asuya pointed at the lingering Yamata no Orochi, and he finally led the Kanto branch to rebel.

Although Tachibana Masamune was kind to their Kanto branch, Tachibana Masamune should not have sent them. The old man didn't know them well enough.

In essence, there is no difference between them and the people of the fierce ghosts. The people of the fierce ghosts pursue freedom and detachment, but they just pursue power.

Now that the divine blood is so close, how can they continue to work for the Sheqi family?

He tore off the medal that Masamune Tachibana had awarded him from his chest and threw it into the muddy water. "Old man, I've killed many people in my family over the years, so I'm settled."

Some members of the fierce ghosts climbed up from the road, and some climbed up from the woods. Seeing that the situation was stable, they calmed down one after another. They wanted to take this opportunity to completely capture the god.

As for the life and death of their Dragon King?

What does it have to do with them? Let him fight with the young master of the Eighth Sheqi Family until death.

The members of the Ghosts gathered together, wearing protective clothing, especially the gas masks, which looked particularly funny after being soaked in the mud, but no one cared about this at the moment.

The people of the Kanto branch of the Sheqi Eight Family seem to be allies, but the body of the god is not as big as imagined, and it is not enough.

"Follow up quickly."

A member with the highest status among the fierce ghosts commanded and urged. He was obviously the fastest one just now.

He stretched out his legs and kicked the butt of a member of the Fierce Ghosts who had just crawled out of the woods. "The divine blood is close to you, so don't leave any traces."

The member of the Fierce Ghosts looked back at the leader, said nothing, and quickly followed him.

In the distance, black and white figures stood still in the heavy rain.

"Brother, are you here to attend my graduation ceremony?"

Kazama Liuli said with a smile. The blood drops on the cherry-red long knife were washed away by the rain, while Yuan Zhisheng, who was standing opposite, had a small wound on his face.

"You've gone crazy."

Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, looking at Fengjian Liuli's white hair, he knew that the other party had activated all the evolutionary medicine. If it weren't for the royal blood, he would have turned into a deadpool without consciousness.

"crazy?"

Kazama Liuli closed her eyes and felt the world. The rain slipped from her skin. When she opened her eyes again, there seemed to be golden mandala-like patterns rotating under her eyes. "I have never felt so awake."

Gu Ou's stern words sounded, like the whispers of God reverberating in the sky. Kazama Liuli's legs were deeply embedded in the muddy ground, and thirty times the gravity descended on this space!

Kazama Ruri shouted with a wild smile on her face: "Come on! Use your justice to crush me! Just like back then!"

The next moment, a distorted expression appeared on his face, and he yelled crazily: "I am about to ascend the throne. Maybe my brother's blood will be the brightest red on my dress."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Fengjian Liuli, who was roaring like a wild beast, and sighed: "Zhi girl, do you really want to ascend the throne? You obviously said that kings are lonely, and you were most afraid of loneliness when you were a child."

There was an unexpected expression on Kazama Liuli's face, as if she had heard something funny, "Brother, what are you talking about? Loneliness? Our hands are already stained with so much blood, and the roar of the ghost behind our eyes is also too loud. It won’t make us…alone, right?”

Yuan Zhisheng raised his two swords, "The ancient texts recorded in the family are correct. The blood of the emperor is a cursed thing and should not be spread in the world. If we did not exist, there would be no ambitions of some people, and many people would not Won't die."