I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 341
Imperial capital, Nibelungen.

Among all the records about dragons, one point has been emphatically mentioned—the extremely terrifying life force.

Although it still belongs to the category of creatures, the vitality of pure-blooded dragons has reached an unbelievable level in the eyes of humans and hybrids.

Needless to say, the ability of cocooning and rebirth is almost an immortal bug. Even without cocooning, the recovery ability of the dragon's body is ridiculously strong, especially the dragons of the second generation and above. The fatal weakness is only the brain, even the heart. Damage to the spine and spine is not fatal, and can even be restored gradually.

Even after receiving Lu Mingfei's nearly full-strength blow from the front, Freya didn't die.

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

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 have been wiped clean, and some places where the damage is not very serious show scorched flesh and blood, and where the injuries are extremely serious, even the flesh and blood are gone, leaving only scarred dark gold bones, and there is still a faint gap between the chest and abdomen. Ribs and viscera, which were equally badly damaged, could be seen.

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

The blow just now not only pulled a massive amount of elements with extremely high density, but also contained Lu Mingfei's will to kill based on the four spirit beasts, which caused a near-destructive blow to her both physically and mentally. Therefore, although she is not dead, she has almost completely lost her fighting power, so she can only lie on the ground, screaming at Lu Mingfei, 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 begging, the blood pool under her body spread little by little, and the noble king's blood soaked into the soil.

If it was normal, he would have rushed up long ago with distress—to collect all the blood of those first-generation species without leaving a drop, this is an incomparably precious material for refining medicine and equipment!

But now, looking at the dragon's blood spreading on the ground, violent emotions suddenly rose in his heart.

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

Oops!This is the magic idea of ​​heartbeat!
Lu Mingfei thought that the eruption of his demonic thoughts at Sotheby's auction last time was just an accident, but he didn't expect that now the prince's dragon blood aroused his own demonic thoughts again, and it was even stronger than that at Sotheby's auction house!
The tyrannical emotions roared and grew rapidly like a tsunami. Before he was overwhelmed by this emotion, Lu Mingfei tried to introduce it into the airbus that contained the negative emotions brought about by the violent blood, but to no avail. ——If the demonic thoughts of the heartbeat are so easy to solve, it won't be a hindrance to the promotion of monks.

"Damn...why did it explode again?"

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

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

The organs and lungs were riddled with holes, and every syllable she uttered caused pain like being stabbed with a red-hot sharp knife, but Freya still endured the pain and begged Lu Mingfei for mercy in Dragon Language.

In the past, Lu Mingfei was actually not very able to understand the dragon language, and his blood resonance for the dragon language was very vague, but this time, although he was intruded by the evil thoughts, 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 up to the bloody giant dragon lying in front of him, lifted a sharp claw that was severely transformed into a dragon, and placed it on her scaleless flesh and blood.

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.

"Surrender?" Lu Mingfei spat out the dragon language. Under the attack of the demonic thoughts, his consciousness had fallen into a haze that was almost half-dream and half-awake. It was the first time he knew that he could speak the dragon language so well.

Now he has an illusion, as if his soul has left his body, looking at him from a third-person perspective, seeing the indifferent and cruel brilliance in his golden pupils, and using a majestic tone like a king to send out the words to the dragon in front of him. sentencing.

"Rebellious minister, be punished!"

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

The seven deadly sins surrounding Freya made a huge tremor, and Freya's eyes showed despair and confusion in the trembling—she just surrendered, how could she become a rebellious minister?
The next moment, the six swords except for the arrogance fell almost at the same time, piercing Freya's body respectively.

The great domain belonging to the Seven Deadly Sins unfolded again, within Freya's body, a thin golden flame burned from her body, the power came from nowhere, and in the severe pain, she raised her head high and let out a shrill cry Neighing.

Lu Mingfei opened his palm, and Han Bafang "arrogant" flew into his palm nimbly, and his body swelled to a size suitable for Lu Mingfei.

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

The mournful wailing that echoed throughout the underground space came to an abrupt end, Freya's golden pupils gradually lost their luster and brilliance, and the dragon's blood and soul in her body flowed towards arrogance—or it was forcibly absorbed in a very domineering way Refined in the past.

I don't know how much time has passed, Old Tang, Xia Mi, Fenrir and even the few remaining dragons who came to invade quietly watched the scene in front of them, watching Lu Mingfei stabbing his arrogance into the still Fleur Between Ya's eyebrows, the dazzling golden flames on her body burned peacefully.

Until a certain moment, Lu Mingfei slowly pulled out Han Bafang, blood-red lines spread across the body of the sword, and the lines bloomed with a coquettish blood-colored halo, illuminating Lu Mingfei's face covered with pitch-black scales, and the pair of fierce eyes on his face. The golden pupils that people dread.

Lu Mingfei raised his hand and looked at Han Bafang, who was emitting blood in his palm. The bloody lines on it became more vivid and coquettish. The blade of the sword trembled and screamed, like the howling of a devil in hell!
It felt Lu Mingfei's heart!It is craving!Thirsting for more dragon blood!More kills!
The long sword slanted down, Lu Mingfei blinked his eyes, the evil thoughts surged up completely, he had given up thinking.

In the terminology of monks - he, has gone mad.

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

The dragon wings spread out behind him, and the storm burst out of thin air behind him. His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant. Between the momentary transformation of movement and silence, he burst out at an unimaginable speed, breaking through the sound barrier, and the white sound cone erupted behind him, like A deadly flower that blooms all the way.

"Roar--"

A mournful howl sounded, and a two-meter-long wound suddenly appeared on the unlucky second-generation species chosen by Lu Mingfei, although compared to its 15-meter-high huge body, the two-meter wound is not very big , but the arrogance passed by, leaving a bloody gleam on its wound, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, as if even the soul was being burned by the bloody gleam!

Freya's death has proved that surrender is useless, so Bader also gave up all unrealistic fantasies and chanted the spirit of speech loudly.

The prince can already easily control the element, if it still needs to be chanted, then what will be released must be an earth-shattering word spirit!
Baldr was chanting, and other dragons were also chanting. The dragon that Lu Mingfei was targeting seemed to be a sacrifice to fight for the chance to release the spirit of speech. Once the spirit of speech was formed, it and Lu Mingfei would both It is called the ashes under the spirit of words!
The chanting of a prince and four next-generation species brought together a large number of elements, almost the elements of the entire underground space began to rush towards them, and even formed a strong elemental turbulence!
Old Tang and Xia Mi rushed over almost at the same time, trying to interrupt their chants.

Lu Mingfei pulled Han Bafang away from the screaming and screaming subspecies, and turned his head to look at the dragons who were chanting the words. The turbulent flow of elements surrounded this area, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

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

"Cancel!"

Not counting the simple Chinese vocabulary of Yanling, the moment the sound wave diffused into the air, all the elements in the entire underground space became dead silent, and the turbulent flow of elements dispersed silently, and Yanling's singing could no longer arouse any Elements, turned into a clownish farce.

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

Old Tang: Is Brother Fei not in the right state?

Xia Mi: ...

Do you fucking think this is called a bad state? !

(End of this chapter)