In an empty theater, the little boy in a suit and leather jacket watched the dragon on the big screen gushing blood and fell. He also watched the boy hold the girl tightly in his arms, as if embracing the whole world, but the swords pierced each other's arms. chest.
The boy's handsome brows furrowed slightly, he picked up the pen and drew a big cross on the script in his hand.
The crossed paper spontaneously ignited without wind, turning into smoke in the boy's hands and scattering everywhere. The ancient words with unknown meaning struggled to escape the fate of being destroyed together, but Shikodi's scissors still fell on it mercilessly. .
As the script was burned, the fluorescent screen suddenly went dark, and the huge theater fell into boundless darkness.
The boy slowly leaned back on the chair, took a sip from the already cold cocoa at his hand, and there was a slight bitter taste in his mouth, perhaps because it was cold.
The boy's brows furrowed even more tightly, and with a snap of his fingers, steam rose from the porcelain cup again.
Tasting it again, the mellow sweetness finally made his brows relax a little and his face looked much better.
Humming an unknown tune, the boy didn't know when there was another piece of paper in his hand. He put pen to paper and left a name on the blank paper that had long been forgotten by the world.
"Chu Tianjiao".
The theater screen lit up again, and a new play was moved to the stage. The protagonist of the story was a man riding an eight-legged divine steed, holding a curved spear in his hand, wearing an iron mask on his face, and only revealing one The man with the golden erection.
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The train stalled and slid in the dark, without brakes and without a driver. It was not sliding to the next station, nor to the terminal, but more like sliding to...
hell!
The chaotic memories started churning like a pot exploding, and the rain pattered on the iron shell of the train, making Chu Zihang start to reminisce involuntarily.
Rainy night, Maybach, viaduct...
Countless pale figures were whispering around him, like a group of gods of death surrounding the bedside of a dying person. They opened their eyes together, and their golden holes were as bright as torches.
The voice came from as far away as the ends of the earth, and then a punch pierced into Chu Zihang's mind.
There was severe pain deep in the brain, and the messy blue-purple lines were like countless snakes twisting, like the hieroglyphics on the ancient stone tablets, they came to life and danced like elves.
Pictures that even in the deepest dream could not be imagined flashed before our eyes. A young man with a golden hole in his forehead was lying on a black stone throne, with a long sword of bones stuck in his chest; girls were standing on the stone altar. Rolling up and down, screaming in pain, like a precursor to childbirth; the black wings raised up in the setting sun, covering half of the sky; the woman bound on the copper pillar slowly opened her eyes, her white hair flying, and two lines flowing from her eyes. Thick blood...
It was like watching a group of snakes dancing in the ancient darkness. Those snakes told him the lost history in strange languages.
Vision!
This was not the first time that Chu Zihang had psychic vision. It would be better to say that with his talent and bloodline, he should be immune to the phenomenon of Longwen's psychic vision by now.
Unless the person singing Longwen is much higher than his bloodline, very much, if he can really be called a "human".
That so-called "person" forced Chu Zihang to have spiritual vision!
Chu Zihang fell on the iron floor, holding his head in pain and curling up. The illogical vision gave him a splitting headache, and the large amount of dragon text seemed to burst his head.
This wasn't the worst, what was even worse was that black Qi was emanating from his body, mixed with a few black flames.
I don’t know what this guy saw in his spiritual vision, but even his inner demons were catalyzed and began to try to take over his body.
At this moment, the screen of Chu Zihang’s mobile phone actually lit up!
In this blind darkness, in this Nibelungen that was completely isolated from the outside world, Chu Zihang's cell phone suddenly had a very strange signal, and then jumped to a website as if it was controlled.
An old news page was flushed. July 4, 2004, Typhoon "Dandelion", unknown accident. The picture showed a scarred Maybach car in the mud. The front windshield was shattered, and the body seemed to be sulfuric acid. cauterize.
Chu Zihang's movement of curling up on the ground suddenly stopped, and the scene in his spiritual vision changed. Chu Zihang heard thousands of raindrops hitting the roof of the Maybach heavily, and the air conditioner in the car whirred. While enjoying the hot wind, I was quarreling with the man.
The man considered his words and told him hesitantly but firmly: "You... are bleeding with my blood and are my inheritance in this world, do you understand? You are half of me... I know that I have not been able to Why have I ever cared about you? I'm sorry for you, but how can dad not care about his children? We have the same blood and we..."
Many years later, when Chu Zihang really understood the meaning of this sentence, the man had been completely forgotten by the world.
It was as if he had been completely wiped out from this world. No one cared about his disappearance, no one grieved, and no one was curious.
The boss of the Black Prince Group did not express any support for his family members, and soon got a new car and a new driver.
Only the last thing he left in this world remembers him.
That thing is Chu Zihang.
The scene in the spiritual vision continued, but Chu Zihang was no longer prepared to look at it.
He passed over the man in the driver's seat and opened an opening on the inside of the Maybach's door. This was originally a place for umbrellas, but Chu Zihang knew that what was placed here was not an umbrella, but a knife.
A slender Japanese sword with a jet black scabbard and no blade.
A pious knife, the knife slipped out of the sheath, and the blade was as clear as water.
Chu Zihang once read a book called "Knowledge of Japanese Swords". In Japan, swordsmen only make two types of swords without tangs, the swords of poor ronin, or the sacred swords of gods.
The Imperial Sword will not be used for cutting at all, the blade is useless, and the elegant and retro sharkskin sheath of this sword shows that it is simply a handicraft.
And this knife was also a relic left to him by the man.
Mitsurugi Murasame.
The light of the sword tore open the vast rain curtain like a bolt, opening a big hole between the sky and the earth. Darkness flowed out of the hole and swallowed up everything in the blink of an eye.
An almost identical "Chu Zihang" appeared in front of him.
"Chu Zihang" looked at Chu Zihang, his dark golden eyes full of amusement: "You can actually break free? It seems that I underestimated you."
Chu Zihang's expression did not change, and he waved Murasame out of his hand.
Murasame crossed the darkness, crossed "Chu Zihang", and even crossed Chu Zihang himself. A ray of light appeared in the boundless darkness, and the whole world was divided into two. "Chu Zihang" was crushed into powder by this light. Chu Zihang was drawn in by this light.
After Chu Zihang disappeared, the light also disappeared, and the space was once again filled with darkness. Countless blacks surged together from all directions. "Chu Zihang" walked out of the darkness with a smile on his lips.
"It seems that the time has not come yet."
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Chu Zihang was engulfed in light, his consciousness drifting wildly, and a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears.
Senior brother...
Senior brother...
"Brother!"
Chu Zihang suddenly opened his eyes, and the dazzling golden light lit up in the darkness. What caught his eyes was Gu Bei's back, and an unknown number of pale Deadpools in the darkness!
This Deadpool is completely different from the Deadpool they met just now. They are not in the shape of slender bones, but have a complete and substantial body, and the surface of the body is also covered with blue-gray scales!
This is not the native of this Nibelung, unless the same Nibelung can accommodate two bloodthirsty groups.
But that's obviously impossible.
Chu Zihang recognized them at a glance, they were exactly the same as the group of Deadpools on the No. 000 Viaduct three years ago!
They were the king's subordinates, riding in the rain curtain and Maybach to Chu Zihang's side.
Chu Zihang suddenly realized that when he was sent off the viaduct by the man, in fact, he had never left that rainy night for so many years.
There is no escape, the prison of the heavy rain.
Well, actually he didn't want to run away.
It would be better to say that these deadpools came to his door just to suit his wishes.
He wanted to follow them to find that rainy night, find the viaduct, and find the god riding an eight-legged horse.
He wanted to lift the iron mask and find out the man's whereabouts himself.
Gu Bei once again drew his knife and chopped down a circle of dead warriors. This group of "invaders" were obviously much stronger than the Nibelung aborigines, and the fixed cuts on the scales were like slices of leather.
Is this the alchemy sword?
Gu Bei was very suspicious that the Chen family was using fake goods to trick him.
Watching Chu Zihang get up from the ground, Gu Bei no longer struggled with whether the alchemy sword in his hand was real or fake. The number of Deadpools on the opposite side was too large. Most of Gu Bei's skills were 1v1 duel skills, which were difficult for groups. Either it doesn't work, or it just doesn't work very well. It's equivalent to spending ten dollars to do something that costs five dollars.
Gu Bei had tried it just now before Chu Zihang woke up. Li Zi·Yehuo burned a bunch of dead waiters into a skeletal roast chicken, but not a single hair was left. However, not many of them were killed. Attendant.
Gu Bei estimated that it was a matter of level. Ordinary elements could cause damage to Deadpool, but they were not fatal. If he really wanted to sweep through thousands of armies, he would need special elements, or the elements would have to rise to a certain purity (such as the temperature of the sun).
Fenghou Qimen has not yet reached that level.
But Chu Zihang is different. His word spirit can be regarded as an absolute magic skill to clear the field. The temperature close to the sun can definitely sweep away everything accurately. Coupled with the special attribute of burning life, this kind of thing can be thrown away by just anyone. A box-egg-level killer.
I didn't see that the car full of Kamamaitachi and Deadpool was burned to ashes.
"Senior brother, quickly find a solution with your invincible Jun Yan!"
Chu Zihang got up from the ground and was about to release Jun Yan, but his eyes fell on him.
Um……
Don't burn your top. If it's burned, you won't be able to wear it anymore. Chu Zihang doesn't think that Gu Bei will take off his beloved Ace Bumpman and wear it for himself.
Take off your shirt and tie it around your waist, the golden boy shines, and the words of the gods are chanted from your mouth.
The flames surged in like huge waves.
Eh?
Chu Zihang was suddenly stunned, because...
No, I, Jun Yan, haven't released it yet. Where did your huge fire come from?
Not only Chu Zihang, but Gu Bei also noticed something was wrong. As for what was wrong...
The special Chu Zihang was behind him, how could this fire come from the front? !
If this special cat can't see anything wrong, Gu Bei's eyes can be donated to people in need.
Not only that, along with the arrival of the flames, two strong smells of dragon's blood rushed into Gu Bei's sense of smell.
One of the smells was very familiar. Gu Bei definitely smelled the smoke-like smell. After all, he had been traveling with the owner of the smell for a year.
It's Old Tang.
But the other smell was very unfamiliar.
The aura is as thick as ordinary earth, but it is not that of Xia Mi. In comparison, Xia Mi's power is weaker, so the aura is also weaker, and perhaps because of authority, Xia Mi's aura is not as thick as the earth, but It's more like flying sand and dust.
Could it be... another one on the throne of the Earth and Mountain?
Before Gu Bei could reach a conclusion, a huge shadow broke through the flames and flew towards the ground.
It was a real giant dragon, similar to the one Gu Bei saw in Changbai Mountain.
No, it's not the same!
This giant dragon is far more noble and coercive than the half-brained next-generation species.
There are no words to describe his ancient and majestic body. He is obviously a reptile, but far more beautiful than any reptile.
It's just that that kind of beauty is dark beauty, powerful beauty, and profound beauty, which is awe-inspiring.
The blue-black scales on his body opened and closed in sequence from front to back, making the sound of metal collision. His face full of bony protrusions held a majesty like a monarch. He stepped on the corpse of Deadpool and fell to the ground. It opened its huge black wings and roared sharply.
Chu Zihang looked at the behemoth in front of him, and he suddenly admired the dragon-slaying heroes in history for being able to stand proudly in front of such a giant creature and draw his sword.
He didn't know that very few people in history could face the ancient dragon's true form like this.
The form of a dragon has so far been a very abstract thing for hybrids. Few people have seen an ancient dragon in its true form. This creature also has the ability to completely change its bone structure to disguise itself. Therefore, the dragons in ancient classics have Sometimes it is a four-legged dinosaur with wings, sometimes it is a beautiful Naga, and sometimes it is a long snake with one horn.
Painters say that the steps to draw a dragon are "one draw antlers and two shrimp eyes, three draw a dog's nose and four ox's mouth, five draw a lion's mane and six fish scales, seven draw a snake's body and eight flames, and nine draw a chicken's feet to draw a dragon", to put it bluntly. It's just "nine different things".
Even if you really see the ancient dragon's true form, at such a close distance, even half of the dragon-slaying heroes in history will die from a burst heart, but Chu Zihang can still stand intact, and even still Consider whether to follow the example of his predecessors and draw his own sword.
The reason why he didn't kill the dragon on the spot was entirely because the other party had just helped him and Gu Bei.
Although Gu Bei smelled Old Tang, from Chu Zihang's perspective, it was not Old Tang who set Deadpool on fire, but the huge lizard with strange patterns in front of him.
After learning from the mistakes of Xia Mi and Lao Tang, when facing dragons, Chu Zihang no longer resorted to the side-by-side tactics of drawing his sword and slashing without saying a word, but began to learn to distinguish his position.
It turns out that the big lizard is one of our own.
Because Chu Zihang saw a "little one" emerging from the lizard's scales. Although he was not short, compared to the huge body of the dragon, he was indeed a small one.
It's Old Tang!
"Lao Gu! Zihang! You are finally here! I miss you so much!"
Old Tang jumped off the dragon with a handful of snot and tears, and then tried to hug Gu Bei...
If he didn't hug him, Gu Bei was afraid that he would rub his nose on his clothes.
Old Tang turned around, hugged Chu Zihang, and wiped all the mucus on the clothes around Chu Zihang's waist.
Gu Bei: ...This seems to be mine too.
