I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly Chapter 337

Imperial City, within Nibelungen.

In all the records of dragons, one point has been highlighted - extremely terrifying vitality.

Although it still belongs to the category of living things, the vitality of pure-blood dragons has reached an unimaginable level in the eyes of humans and hybrids.

The ability of cocooning rebirth, which is almost an immortal bug, need not be mentioned more. Even if it is not cocooned, the recovery ability of dragons on the body is also ridiculously strong, especially the dragons of the next generation and above. The fatal weakness is only the brain, and even the heart. And spinal damage is not lethal, and can even recover gradually.

Even after being hit by Lu Mingfei's near-full force, Freya didn't die.

Of course, it can only be said that he is not dead.

The dazzling torrent of huge elements gradually dissipated, and the originally 20-meter-tall dragon prince could no longer stand and fell to the ground.

Most of the dragon scales on her body were wiped away, and some places where the damage was not very serious showed charred flesh. In the places where the injuries were extremely serious, even the flesh and blood were gone. Ribs and viscera with equally severe damage can be seen.

Freya fell to the ground, blood leaked from her broken body, accumulated on the ground, and turned into a pool of blood around her. Although the seven swords around her were no longer as vast as before, they still had the murderous aura. Circling and flying around her.

The blow just now not only drew a massive amount of elements with extremely high density, but also contained Lu Mingfei's condensed will to kill based on the four spirits and beasts, which caused a near-destructive blow to her both physically and mentally. Therefore, although she is not dead, she has almost lost her fighting power. She can only lie on the ground and whine at Lu Mingfei with a hiss, expressing her willingness to surrender and begging Lu Mingfei to let her live.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the dragon lying on the ground whining and praying. The pool of blood under her spread little by little, and the noble king's blood soaked into the soil.

If it was a normal day, he would have rushed up in distress - rushed up to collect all the blood of those first-generation seeds, this is an extremely precious material for refining medicine and utensils!

But now, looking at the dragon's blood spreading on the ground, a tyrannical mood suddenly rose in his heart.

This tyrannical emotion does not come from the erosion of dragon blood caused by violent blood, but from a place deeper and more core than the bloodline - the soul.

Oops! This is the magic of the heart!

Lu Mingfei thought that the last time the demonic thought at the Sotheby's auction house broke out was just an accident, but he didn't expect that the prince's dragon blood had once again aroused his demonic sense, and it was even stronger than that at the Sotheby's auction house!

The tyrannical emotion grows in waves like a tsunami. Before he is overwhelmed by this emotion, Lu Mingfei tried to introduce it into the Airbus that accommodated the negative emotions brought about by the violent blood, but to no avail. - If the magical thoughts of the heart state are so easy to solve, it will not be a hindrance to the promotion of cultivators.

"Damn... why did it break out again?"

While his consciousness was still awake, Lu Mingfei tried his best to suppress his demonic thoughts. The smell of dragon blood floated to the tip of his nose. He sniffed lightly, and a hint of intoxication appeared in his eyes.

"Please... please... let me go, I... I will surrender..."

Her organs and lungs were already riddled with holes, and every syllable she uttered caused pain like stabbing with a red-hot blade, but Freya still endured the pain and begged Lu Mingfei for mercy in dragon language.

In the past, Lu Mingfei couldn't understand the dragon language very well. He was very vague about the blood resonance of the dragon language, but this time, although he was infested by demons, he understood Freya very clearly. the meaning of.

Tilting his head, Lu Mingfei's golden pupils shone brightly.

He took a few steps forward, walked to the **** giant dragon lying in front of him, lifted a sharply dragon-shaped claws, and placed it on her scaleless flesh.

The rough scales stimulated the pain nerves, but Freya was delighted - the monarch in front of her accepted her submission, which meant that she would not be killed!

She has subconsciously regarded the "dragon" in front of her as a monarch.

"Submit?" Lu Mingfei spit out the dragon language. Under the invasion of demonic thoughts, his consciousness has fallen into a blur that is almost half-awake. This is the first time he knows that his dragon language is so well spoken.

Now he has an illusion, as if his soul has left the body, looking at himself from a third-person perspective, watching the indifferent and cruel brilliance in his golden pupils, and using a majestic tone like a king to send a message to the dragons in front of him. Sentencing.

"Rebel minister, be punished!"

The majestic and majestic verdict was issued, like some kind of decree or speech, and the heartbeats of all the dragons present paused for a moment, as if the verdict was not only issued to Freya, but also turned into their guillotine.

There was a huge tremor surrounding Freya's seven deadly sins, and in the trembling Freya's eyes showed despair and puzzlement - she just surrendered, how did she become a rebel?

The next moment, the six swords except arrogance fell almost simultaneously, piercing Freya's body respectively.

The great realm of the seven deadly sins unfolded again, unfolding within Freya's body, and a thin golden flame ignited from her body. The strength came from nowhere, and in the severe pain, she raised her head high and uttered a shrill scream. neigh.

Lu Mingfei opened his palm, and Han Bafang "arrogantly" flew into his palm, and his body soared to a size suitable for Lu Mingfei.

Holding the arrogance that was almost doubled in his hand, Lu Mingfei raised his hand and stabbed the long sword, and the handle sank into Freya's eyebrows.

The mournful screams echoing throughout the underground space came to an abrupt end, and Freya's golden pupils gradually lost their radiance and brilliance, and the dragon blood and soul in her body flowed towards arrogance - or was forcibly absorbed in some extremely domineering way. refining.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Old Tang, Xia Mi, Fenrir, and even the few remaining dragons who came to invade all quietly watched the scene in front of them, watching Lu Mingfei stab the still-moving Frey arrogantly. Between Ya's eyebrows, the dazzling golden flame on her body burned quietly.

Until a certain moment, Lu Mingfei slowly pulled out the Han Bafang, the blood red lines spread on the sword, and the lines bloomed with a coquettish blood halo, illuminating Lu Mingfei's face covered with dark scales, as well as the pair of orders on his face. The terrifying golden pupil.

Demonic thoughts surged up, and Lu Mingfei raised his hand to look at Han Bafang, who was emitting blood in his palm. The blood-colored lines on it became more and more bright and coquettish, and the sword body trembled and screamed, like the howl of a devil in hell!

It felt Lu Mingfei's heart! It's craving! Thirst for more dragon blood! More kills!

The long sword slanted down, Lu Mingfei blinked, and the demonic thoughts came up completely, and he had given up thinking.

In monk's terms - he's gone crazy.

Lu Mingfei looked at the petrified Prince Bader and the five second-generation seeds in the distance, tilted his head slightly, and set the target for the most marginal second-generation seeds.

The dragon wings unfolded behind him, and the storm burst out of thin air behind him. His figure disappeared from the place in an instant, and between the momentary transformation of movement and stillness, he burst out at an unimaginable speed, breaking the sound barrier, and a white sound cone burst out behind him, like a Deadly flowers blooming all the way.

"Roar-"

A mournful cry sounded, and the unfortunate next-generation seed that Lu Mingfei chose as the target suddenly had a two-meter-long wound, although the two-meter wound was not very large compared to its huge size of fifteen meters. Big, but arrogantly crossed, it left a blood-colored gleam on its wound, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, as if even the soul was being burned by the blood-colored gleam!

Freya's death has proved that surrender is useless, so Baldr also gave up all unrealistic fantasies and sang aloud.

The prince can already easily control the elements. If it still needs to be chanted, it must be an earth-shattering word spirit that will be released!

Balder was singing, and other dragons were also singing. The dragon that Lu Mingfei was eyeing seemed to be a sacrifice to fight for the chance to release the spirit of words. Once the spirit of words was formed, it and Lu Mingfei would meet. Called the ashes under the spirit of words!

The chants of a prince and the four next-generation species brought together a large number of elements, and the elements of almost the entire underground space began to flow towards them, and even formed a strong elemental turbulence!

Lao Tang and Xia Mi rushed over almost at the same time, trying to interrupt their chant.

Lu Mingfei pulled Han Bafang out of the wailing and screaming next-generation species. He turned his head to look at the dragons who were chanting the spirit of words. The elemental turbulence surrounded this area and let him feel very uncomfortable.

So he thought for two seconds, and gave the order again in a monarch-like voice.

"Cancel!"

It is not a simple Chinese vocabulary of Yanling. The moment the sound spreads into the air, all the elements in the entire underground space become dead silent, and the turbulent flow of the elements dissipates quietly. element, turned into a clown-like farce.

Old Tang and Xia Mi stopped almost at the same time, looked at each other from a distance, and exchanged glances.

Lao Tang: Isn't Fei-ge's state not quite right?

Xia Mi: …

You **** just thinks this is a state, isn't it? !

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