The Black Book

Hearing this, the little girl suddenly raised her head and glanced at him, but this time, she quickly lowered her head and learned to hide her emotions.

Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao raised the corners of his mouth and reached out to gently rub her head.

"good."

"…………"

Seeing the little girl lowering her head, placing her hands on the ground, clenching her fists tightly, her whole body shaking violently, and feeling the other person's stiff limbs, Zhu Haomiao grinned with a wicked smile.

"Do you want to take revenge on me?"

Huh~

The little girl suddenly raised her head and opened her mouth to speak, but before the words came out, the woman beside her instantly covered her mouth.

"No! She doesn't want to! Sir! She's just a child, she doesn't understand anything!"

"Let go and let her answer."

Facing the order of the young man in black, the woman let go in fear and looked at her daughter with pleading eyes.

Bathed in her mother's desperate and helpless gaze, the little girl was silent for a moment. She could not say the word 'think' in her mouth no matter what, and in the end she could only lower her head with gloomy eyes.

Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao knew the answer and nodded jokingly.

"May I have your name?"

"Hulan."

"Very good, Hu Lan, I like to help others the most. Since you want to take revenge, I will give you a chance."

"From now on, you will stay with me and can take action at any time, but remember, you only have one chance..."

Hearing this, the little girl suddenly raised her head in surprise and looked up at the young man in black in disbelief. Immediately, the blazing fire in her eyes gradually boiled.

"Don't regret it!"

"hehe."

With the corner of his mouth curled up in contempt, Zhu Haomiao patted the little girl's head again, turned around and left leisurely, carelessly throwing this episode aside and looking at the pile of metal again.

Walking up to the metal hill, the young man in black looked up at the materials he had collected after searching hundreds of miles around, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

It should be almost done...

Just as he was evaluating the materials, a ethereal and elegant figure appeared beside him. He glanced at the little centaur girl not far away and whispered softly.

"She has traces of destiny's blessing on her."

"I know."

"Then you still want to raise tigers?"

Facing Liu Ruyan's question, Zhu Haomiao glanced at her with a smile.

"Tiger? Just an angry kitten..."

"Besides, [Dazhen] needs a role model, a role model that can bring the alien race back home..."

"Capturing the Golden Court is just the first step in establishing rule."

"There are countless large and small tribes on the vast grassland. We cannot conquer them one by one. We must set up a new banner for them and let them actively adhere to them..."

"A thousand dollars buys horse bones. There is no better material than her."

In the meaningful whisper, Zhu Haomiao suddenly remembered something and changed the subject.

"By the way, what's the name of this mountain?"

Faced with the sudden question, Liu Ruyan had difficulty keeping up with his out-of-the-box thinking, and was stunned for a second before answering.

"The color of the forehead flag means [origin] and [holy] in Centaur language."

"Emmm... It's too hard to pronounce. From now on it will be called Lang Juxu Mountain."

"…………"

Looking at Zhu Haomiao with an indescribable look, Liu Ruyan couldn't understand why he always liked to change other people's names.

The key is not whether people like it or not...

"Okay, everyone, please step aside."

Waving his hands, Zhu Haomiao stepped back and walked alone to the metal hill. The invisible gauze covering his body quietly dissipated layer by layer.

After undoing the two seals, the "ordinary" figure of the young man suddenly became as tall as a mountain, like an infinitely expanding mountain, making everyone present breathless.

Sensing that the other party's mere breath unconsciously escaping almost suffocated him, Hu Lan's large, crystal-clear eyes shook violently, and a trace of despair emerged in his heart uncontrollably.

Is he really something he can kill?

A phantom with three heads and six arms like a god and demon appeared involuntarily in her mind. Just as Hulan recalled the scenes from the previous war, the nightmare-like [King Asura] form turned from virtual to real, and bit by bit appeared in her sight. Embodied.

Slowly widening her eyes, Hu Lan watched the fierce red lotus fire rolling like a sea tide, instantly covering the mountains of metal. The billowing heat wave that hit her face forced her to retreat continuously, and she barely stopped until she reached the edge of the platform.

Only then did she realize that the ends of her hair were charred and curly, and she was covered in sweat. The thick snow around her was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a gurgling stream flowing down the mountain peak.

Staring at the dark figure standing in the middle of the sea of ​​fire, the twisted air rippled and rolled, making the figure look even more ferocious and evil, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

monster!

devil!

The hopeless powerlessness in her heart disappeared in a flash. Hu Lan quickly clenched her fists, regained her composure, and stared at the back of Ye Huo bathing for a moment.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao looked intently at the metal hill that was gradually melting in front of him. The scorching high-temperature red light was reflected in his eyes, and the twisted and wriggling golden threads were vaguely visible.

Using all his strength to activate the divine energy, the [Asura King]'s dharma like a mountain follows the will of his body. Six big hands pinched the magic, and a huge semi-solid metal hill levitated into the air, accelerating to melt in mid-air.

It was like a bright little sun blooming above the head. In the dazzling golden-red light, various impurities were refined, leaving only a "pond" of high-temperature liquid metal that was constantly wriggling and deforming.

Almost at the same time, thousands of miles away in the Jinluan Palace of the imperial capital of [Dazhen], Zhao Nuo, who was sitting on the dragon throne, suddenly raised his head, and a delicate small tripod in his arms trembled violently, and instantly shot out, like a phantom penetrating the dome of the palace, rapidly expanding in the sky, and turned into a magnificent giant tripod that spanned the sky, like a star.

Countless divine runes on the tripod lit up one by one, resonating and vibrating across a long distance.

On the top of the snowy peak thousands of miles away, the liquid metal "pond" rippled and trembled, causing violent waves, and wisps of living-like divine patterns emerged, exuding a majestic and vast ancient atmosphere.

Immediately, the shapeless metal "pond" gradually changed, and a little bit of the heavy mountain-like tripod outline was outlined.

Staring at the golden and red giant tripod that was gradually taking shape in front of him, Zhu Haomiao's eyes were dark and deep, and his thoughts penetrated the illusion and reality, communicating with the mysterious and mysterious national god.

Boom!

In an instant, the clouds and wind changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the whole world began to undergo mysterious changes.

Countless tiny gilded lines condensed out of thin air in the air, wriggling like tadpoles, and slowly drilled into the towering giant tripod.

The surface of the giant tripod, which had originally had a vague outline, emerged with exquisite and gorgeous lines, gradually transforming into geometric patterns such as dragons and phoenixes, thunderclouds, and animal faces.