Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The muttering stopped.

The world quieted down.

Yuan Zhisheng was almost completely trapped in chaotic thinking, and finally he could turn around.

What is this...

somebody is coming.

"who?"

"Let me take a look."

A few murmurs from the ancestor Amaterasu.

The blue flames of the spirit group flourished.

A picture emerges.

It was the banks of the Santu River, filled with demons and ghosts.

The figure of the demon and ghost is at the front.

So familiar.

Yuan Zhisheng's consciousness was instantly recalled.

It’s...Brother Lu.

Brother Lu is here.

"It's strange how I can smell the breath of heaven and earth in this person."

"Half-human and half-god, what is the origin of this person?"

The spirit groups communicate through spiritual fluctuations.

All kinds of thoughts.

They are the ancestors of the eight Sheqi families, Amaterasu, and they have the same interests before devouring Minamoto's child and using his body to regain a new life.

But not after that.

When the Emperor's Tomb was first established, it was for the birth of the final three noble lives.

But who is the consciousness of the real three precious lives?

Or is it about awakening a new consciousness?

Every previous Amaterasu wanted to be the leader.

But there is only one location.

Contradictions arise.

While the spirit groups were killing Yuan's subjective consciousness, they were also wary of each other.

They don't want to be the snipe and clam picked up by the fisherman.

Therefore, when Lu Mingfei appeared in Santuhe, the ancestors of Amaterasu had all kinds of thoughts.

Who prepared the backup plan?

Where did the demigod come from?

In their eyes, the image of a dragon is equivalent to the image of a god, so Lu Mingfei is half-human and half-god as he looks now.

Suddenly, someone noticed something strange about Yuan Zhisheng.

"It's you."

The mental fluctuations of the spirit groups echoed in Yuan Zhisheng's mind.

This sound cannot be heard by the outside world, and is similar to a method of spiritual sound transmission.

Dragon technology has reached its peak, and has even begun to get involved in time cause and effect and destiny. Regarding the research of the soul field, dragons have also reached a level that modern humans cannot imagine.

In the eyes of modern humans, many dragon methods are no different from myths and legends.

After the death of hybrids, they exist in the form of spiritual fire. If you tell me, it will probably be regarded as the setting of an anime novel.

"Is this person the foreign aid you invited?"

"Very strong."

"I don't smell the breath of divine blood on this person."

"Is he a descendant of the Black King?"

"What a depravity."

"Junior, you respect me as a descendant of the divine blood and the heir of the Three Noble Life, but you actually have a good relationship with the Black King's lineage, and even led the Black King's lineage into the important place of my divine blood inheritance."

"What crime should be committed!"

This scolding sounded like thunder, overlapping and spreading.

It seems to shake the person's soul out of the body.

Yuan Zhisheng held his knees and panted, sweating, and he sneered.

"The dog barks."

The mental fluctuations calmed down.

The ghostly blue flames of the spirit groups were burning brightly, and they were jumping up and down.

Obviously the mood of the ancestors Amaterasu was not peaceful.

The spirit groups slowly rotated around Yuan Zhisheng.

It was like a pair of cold eyes were casting towards Yuan Zhisheng.

"rude!"

"It's unimaginable."

"Is this what juniors are like now?"

The spiritual group was heartbroken.

"Yuan Zhisheng."

"Where is your respect for your ancestors?"

"But I still remember your last name!"

Yuan Xiaosheng is under tremendous pressure.

It's like a huge mountain pressing down on you.

"Ancestor?"

Yuan Zhisheng showed a rebelliousness rarely seen in ordinary times.

Even the crow, who claims to know Yuan Zhisheng best, would feel strange here.

Perhaps only a child would understand.

Say something.

"You're back, brother."

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head inch by inch.

The mandala flower slowly rotates in the golden eyes.

Something will light up.

"Be my childish ancestor."

"You don't deserve it!"

If the young girl Kazama saw this scene, she would probably clap her hands and smile with tears in her eyes.

This is what his brother should look like.

It happened a long time ago, it seems like a lifetime ago.

Yuan Zhisheng shouted from the top of the sunset mountain.

A young man who grew up in a closed mountain village declared his ambition to the world.

One day, he will stand at the top of Tokyo and trample everything in this country under his feet.

Later, Yuan Zhisheng took over the Japanese Executive Bureau, killing ghosts and researching sunscreen day after day. He always smoked, and the smoke obscured Yuan Zhisheng's face, and the former unruliness was no longer seen.

until today.

Yuan Zhisheng regained his virginity.

Make peace with past regrets.

So, he returned as a young man.

With Yuan Zhisheng as the center, the spirit groups spread out in all directions.

"This is!"

"Strange, strange."

"The soul is strengthened."

The spirit groups were shocked and confused.

They couldn't understand what was happening in front of them.

Isn’t this junior named Yuan Zhisheng’s spiritual fire about to be exhausted by them?

Why did it suddenly become stronger again?

If Fingel were here, he would probably exclaim.

"As expected of the great hometown of animation, this is a classic dying explosion!"

"Ha, that's ridiculous."

"Is this person giving you hope, junior!"

The spirit groups were cold.

"Ridiculous."

"Santuhe has formed a deep contract with Fang Huangquan."

"No one can pass through the Three Ways and Harmony unless the three nobles are destined to do so."

"You seem to have great faith in this demigod."

"too naive!"

"Unless he can go back to hell."

"Otherwise, we must also perish under the rules of Santuhe."

"Your hope is just false."

"Give up, junior."

"The only one who merges with us."

The overlapping voices of countless spirit groups echoed in Yuan Zhisheng's ears.

This is a more powerful bewitchment than verbal hypnosis.

The spirit is the authority of the descendants of the White King.

In the hands of Amaterasu, it is even more amazing.

Although they have lost their physical bodies, the ancestors Amaterasu who existed in the form of spiritual groups have become increasingly familiar with the methods of the spiritual realm.

Yuan Zhisheng was originally mentally confused.

After all, personal power is limited.

He is Amaterasu, but everyone present is also Amaterasu. In terms of potential, no one is worse than the other.

However, when the spiritual group began to belittle Lu Mingfei.

It means that Lu Mingfei will die under the rules of Santuhe.

Yuan Zhisheng's hazy spirit suddenly sobered up.

It's like a die-hard tokusatsu fan who heard before his death that Ultraman was going to destroy humanity, and the local monsters stood up and fought to protect humanity.

The feeling of disobedience was enough to make him take off his oxygen mask and startle him by beating the bed.

At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng almost reacted like this.

What!

You said Brother Lu would drown because of a river?

Although this river sounds like it is powerful.

It is a deep contract with Huang Quan and mastering special rules.

but!

There is a but.

But this is Brother Lu!

Brother Lu will drown because of a river?

Yuan Zhisheng was so shocked that he couldn't say anything and just looked at the light curtain.

A light curtain showing the clear appearance of three roads and side roads.

The spirit group seemed to have misunderstood Yuan Zhisheng's mood.

No, they knew very well that Yuan Zhisheng was in shock.

But they obviously misunderstood the reason for Yuan Zhisheng's shock.

It’s not that Lu Mingfei is dying.

It's their words themselves.

The spiritual groups were complacent.

I have to say that time kills a person the most.

Those Amaterasu who were qualified to enter the emperor's tomb to rest were all Renjie at that time.

If they were alive, they would definitely be able to see the abnormality in Yuan Zhisheng.

But not now.

They have all fallen.

"Everyone, wait a minute."

"Doesn't this junior believe in his demigod's helping hand?"

"We asked him to see what would happen to him."

"It's better to make this person give up."

"That makes sense, that makes sense."

"I'm starting to look forward to this junior's final expression."

The spirit groups exchanged excitedly.

Then it gradually calmed down.

All eyes are focused on the light curtain.

And Lu Mingfei finally took action.

He cast his gaze into the void.

Shuten Douji and other monsters don't know why.

With their strength, they couldn't see the profound meaning of Lu Mingfei's move.

Only Fenrir.

He followed Lu Mingfei's gaze.

Fenrir blinked.

There seems to be someone over there.

It was quiet inside the emperor's tomb.

Only Yuan Zhisheng was smiling softly.

"Did you see it?"

"Brother Lu, he found you."

The spirit groups couldn't believe it.

The entire underworld exists for them.

The Tomb of the Emperor is the hub of the Nibelungen.

It stands to reason that the highest authority should be in their hands.

Why was he discovered by a demigod?

etc!

Suddenly, it seems that the spirit group has only discovered it now.

Under that demigod is the real god.

That's a pure blood dragon.

The spiritual group was deeply shocked.

They couldn't believe it.

Why would a real god appear here!

Pure-blood dragons...didn't it mean that all pure-blood dragons have disappeared in the long river of history?

What's going on?

…………

"Isn't it possible to cross the Santu River by ordinary means?"

"Exactly, my lord."

Lu Mingfei blinked.

He opens up elemental vision.

The four elements of earth, fire, water and seal appeared in front of him in the form of particles of various colors.

Light is the element of wind.

It rises, azure, light and erratic.

The heavy one is the earth element.

It is inclusive, carries all things and is thick, earthy in color.

It is the element of fire that rages.

It was red in color, like sparks, ready to explode something at any time.

What flows is the element of water.

She wears black, is everywhere, and takes advantage of the situation.

but.

Beyond that, there's the fifth element.

Unlike earth, fire and water, the fifth element does not exist with air.

Rather, it exists in every living being.

The monsters following Lu Mingfei have the fifth element in their bodies.

The silver wings flying among the flowers on the other side have the fifth element on them.

even.

The Santu River in front of Lu Mingfei also has countless fifth elements.

The fifth element, the ether, or spiritual particle.

It turns out that this is a river composed of the fifth element.

Countless souls are wailing in Santu River.

Santu River is like a huge whirlpool.

As long as a living creature with a soul passes by, it will be replenished by the Santu River.

Unless it is an existence that can control the fifth element.

Descendants of the White King.

He must also be a descendant of the White King of extremely high status.

In a few breaths, Lu Mingfei had already understood the working principle of this Santu River.

Although the dragon blood system has inherent shortcomings, it must be said that it is indeed easy to use. It has been exposed to the rules early, and it is even slightly better than Kyushu Martial Arts in this regard.

Now, in my half-human, half-dragon throne posture, I can also expand my elemental vision and see the reality of this world in a certain sense.

It's also wonderful.

Lu Mingfei clenched his fist, holding the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind in his palm.

As for the fifth element, ether.

I really can't get enough of The Fifth Element.

After all, it is a completely different system from the Black King Bloodline.

If I rashly stepped into the Santu River at this time, I might not be in danger of death, but it would be difficult to walk, let alone find the Emperor's tomb at the end of the Santu River.

The fifth element, the fifth element...

The more Lu Mingfei thought about it, the more interesting it became.

No wonder he felt that there were unspeakable weirdness in this world.

Martial arts emphasizes the practice of the three treasures of human body essence, energy and spirit, from body to spirit, with no leakage.

Dragons don't.

The twins of bronze and fire have such huge soul flaws.

So much so that every dragon has blood sorrow.

It's like a side door to the world of Kyushu that cultivates the body without rest.

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood after seeing Huangquan and the Santu River today.

It turns out that the dragons in this world are more like fragments of a certain existence.

They only practice the single-layered aspect.

Dive into the elements and ignore the spirit.

But those who study the spirit abandon the body.

Although this type of creature is powerful, it also takes a different approach, and its availability is limited.

For example, this descendant of the White King.

Lu Mingfei looked somewhere in the void.

For the sake of the so-called unity, he transformed into a soul state and lingered, waiting for hundreds of years to seize his own descendants and be reborn.

Then countless souls in the past did it.

How ugly.

Lu Mingfei took a step forward.

The emperor's tomb, countless ancestors Amaterasu, looked at this scene with expectation.

It can be said that I am eager to see through it.

They seemed to have seen what would happen if Lu Mingfei fell into the river and melted into juice.

but no.

Lu Mingfei took this step and never fell.

Instead, it is stepping on the invisible void, as if there are stairs.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled unruly.

"Watch it."

"This is Brother Lu."

Lu Mingfei looked at the sky.

It was as if he was looking into the eyes of a being in the dark.

The strong ones in Kyushu Martial Arts Waigang have their own domain.

When this area is well developed, it can become a small world or a cave.

Lu Mingfei has achieved Waigang for the second time. For him, the small world of Waigang is very familiar.

It is also appropriate to call Lu Mingfei the Lord of the Cave.

Now, it's a coincidence.

The Nibelungen is also a small world, and naturally it is also a cave.

And it is a cave without a master.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Lu Mingfei clasped his hands and smiled.

The scales on his body open and close as if breathing.

Like a chain fastened.

The wings are folded behind the back.

In just a few steps, all the dragon-like features of Lu Mingfei's royal posture disappeared.

It turned into a pair of ferocious and mighty armor.

No matter who meets him now, no one can say that Lu Mingfei is half-human, half-dragon or dragonborn.

He is who he is, Lu Mingfei.

Only in terms of appearance.

Just a general, wearing armor.

Just like that, Lu Mingfei stood high in the sky.

The many ancestors Amaterasu in the Emperor's Tomb seemed to be still. They stared at Lu Mingfei for a long time, feeling incredible.

Not only is nothing unsinkable in the Santu River, but if that were the case, the big monster would be able to fly across it.

That means you can't even fly.

The Santu River is a restricted area.

They have confidence.

Even if a pure-blooded dragon arrives.

nor shall it fly over.

Although they are incomplete, their essences are extremely high. The White King is equal to the Black King, and the three noble lives are equal to the four monarchs. Their essence and personality are the same, and the difference is only in strength.

In the dragon world, personality determines everything, and strength is just a by-product.

The Santu River in the Nibelungen of the Yellow Spring is the moat of the Emperor's Tomb and the place where the descendants of the White King are reincarnated.

They dare to boast.

Unless the four great monarchs of the same status come and the Dragon King comes in person.

Otherwise, no one can get away from it.

The shadow of the world vaguely appeared behind Lu Mingfei.

Countless monsters and monsters wander among them.

Hopeless Sky is about to revive.

But a shadow is just a shadow.

Not real enough.

Lu Mingfei waved down.

"Come here."

Fenrir roared lowly.

It's majestic, but it's vaguely like a child's mumbling.

Fenrir fluttered his wings.

Lu Mingfei stands at the head of the dragon.

The shadow in the hopeless sky suddenly became fixed.

I really don’t understand The Fifth Element.

But the small world that carries this fifth element is your so-called Nibelung.

Lu Mingfei grabbed hold of the void as if holding a piece of paper.

It's better to give it to me. (End of chapter)