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

Chapter 417 Tachibana Masamune's Personality
Tokyo, the ruins of the Akashi House.

Tamazamo stared at the tall figure in front of him with wide eyes, and the memory of the battle that took place in Genji Heavy Industries not long ago flooded his mind.

That majestic and burly human being is simply terrifyingly strong. Even if she shows her true form, it is difficult to leave any scars on her body when she tries her best to attack. On the contrary, every random move on the other side will pose a great threat to her, even in the opponent's body. With a casual attitude, she was only hit by that kind of attack a few times, but she still suffered serious injuries.

At the critical moment, it was this wolf demon who suddenly broke into the battlefield to help her, withstood the human's attack, and powerfully used black magic to throw her out of the battlefield. Don't ask about the origin of that wolf demon, she Didn't even have time to say thank you.

Of course, she didn't need to thank her, because Xiaotian saved her at the time because of Lu Mingfei's order. Follow her to find more clues about other yokai.

At that time, he manipulated the Martial Saint avatar to injure Yuzaoqian, because Yuzaoqian should be more eager to contact other monsters for help when he was injured, and it was an accident for Xiaotian to make a shot.

He overestimated the strength of Yuzaoqian, so that in the battle, it was difficult for Yuzaoqian to escape with his own strength, and he might arouse the opponent's suspicion when he deliberately let Yuzaoqian go, so he Only then did Xiaotian make a move, and played a double reed together with the Wusheng avatar, so that Yu Zaoqian could escape reasonably.

But Yuzao didn't know that this was acting.

Looking at Xiaotian's back, Yuzao couldn't figure out why this powerful monster would help her twice in a row. Last time at Genji Heavy Industries, it could be explained that everyone was a monster and should join forces to fight against humans, but what about this time?
Why did he suddenly appear?And why do you want to save her?Could it be that after the battle that day, he has been quietly hiding by my side to protect me?
He... has thoughts about me?

Although this kind of thinking is somewhat narcissistic, as a fox demon who inherited the name of the great monster in mythology "Tamazamae", Tamamomae has impeccable beauty both in the form of a fox demon and in human form. It just so happens that everyone is a canine, so Tamazamae is still very confident in her charm.

Besides, apart from her own charm, she really can't think of it for a while.

"Ow--"

Xiaotian turned his head slightly, looked at Yuzaoqian behind him, and let out a low growl.

"I... I'm fine, these poisons just temporarily immobilized me, not enough to threaten my life..."

Reminiscent of the speculation just now, Yu Zaoqian was a little shy, and a blush appeared on his pale face due to injury and excessive consumption of demon power, but this scene in Xiaotian's eyes was sickly flushed.

He swiped lightly with his front paws, and Yijin Zhentian under the paws was slapped on his body by this force, flying horizontally for hundreds of meters, plowing a deep ravine on the ground, his body was covered by a large cloud of smoke and dust , can't see clearly.

Ignoring Yijin Zhentian, whose life and death were unknown, Xiaotian walked to Yuzaoqian. He was taller than Yuzaoqian who was half-kneeling on the ground. He slowly lowered his head and put his chin on the The top of Tamamo-mae's head.

Such an intimate action made Tamamo-mae's face even more blushing.

The scorching breath flowed into Yu Zaoqian's body along the contacted parts, and the warm feeling spread among the limbs, dissolving the toxins in her body with a force of destruction.

With the toxins in Yuzaoqian's body cleared, Xiaotian moved his chin away from her head.

"Thank you."

Yuzao lowered her head, blushed, not daring to look at Xiaotian.

"Ugh-"

Xiaotian shook his head lightly, then turned to look at Chu Zihang and Datiangu who were fighting together.

At this moment, Chu Zihang's body has obvious characteristics of dragons. The fine dragon scales floated on both sides of his cheeks, but they are different from the snake scales of the dead waiter, but like the crimson colored glass. A small breath of flames overflowed from the mouth and nose, and the flame danced and splashed ink while swiping the long knife, melting the surroundings into magma, and the whole person was like a Vulcan descending into the world.

"Is he a hybrid or a monster?" Yuzao asked in surprise.

Xiaotian didn't answer, but just withdrew his gaze, and continued to look at Yuzao. It seemed that Chu Zihang probably didn't need his help.

The big tengu was forced back several times by the flames, and it was difficult to get close, so he roared, and the black wings behind him spread out, soaring into the sky, circling in the air, pulling the high-altitude wind around the knife and then slashing down, the sword wind pressed down, The flames surrounding Chu Zihang burst open layer by layer.

Chu Zihang turned his wrist and turned the knife, the blade extended several feet, splitting the strong wind, his glowing black hair illuminated by the flames danced wildly in the strong wind, and the flames around him were swept up into the sky by the strong wind.

"call……"

He let out a breath, and a pair of slender bones behind him stretched out through the flesh and skin. The bones slowly unfolded and turned into a pair of dragon wings more than two meters long.

Although the pair of dragon wings are wide, they are too thin. Not to mention the veil-like membrane, even the bones supporting the pair of wings are as thin as translucent. It is hard to imagine such a pair of fragile wings It can make people fly, and I am afraid that even gliding will be broken.

The next moment, the soaring wind and flames gathered and entwined towards Chu Zihang's wings at the same time, turning into a pair of fire wings.

The fire wings vibrated slightly, and Chu Zihang leaped into the air, leaving behind him a trajectory like the red marks of the flame cloud.

Wiglaf on the ground was silent for a few seconds, stretched out his hand and pinched his forearm forcefully.

Well, it hurts, it hurts, it's not a dream.

She raised her head blankly, lost in thought—is the blood of the Beowulf family among the hybrids... not that high?

In the sky, Ootengu and Chu Zihang fought together again, and the lights of their swords were so dazzling that she was dazzled, Ootengu's knife was as silvery as the moon, and Chu Zihang's flames were as blazing as the sun. This confrontation took place in Wiglaf It looks almost like a full moon colliding with a sun in the sky.

Until a certain moment, the full moon collapsed, and a pitch-black figure fell from the sky, hitting the ground with a muffled sound.

Chu Zihang landed with a knife in one hand, and the wings behind him spread out, and the original light film wings had long since disappeared.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Daitengu was lying on the ground, still holding the knife, with a huge penetrating wound on his chest, which almost split him in half, the wound was charred black, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

"Only speaking of saber skills, you are stronger." Chu Zihang held the saber on guard, although his physical strength was exhausted and he was short of breath, his tone was still calm and steady.

Although the big tengu's injury is basically fatal, people like Chu Zihang will not let go of his vigilance just because the enemy is dying, even if the enemy has lost all vital signs, as long as the body is still intact, he will not Take it lightly.

"Now you are stronger than me," Ootengu said, "You have surpassed many of my moves in the combat mechanics just now, what a terrifying talent...Who is your master?"

"A teacher in the Children's Palace." Chu Zihang panted and replied.

"Children's Palace? What is that...be careful!" Otengu threw the Odachi fiercely in the direction of Xiaotian and Yuzaoqian. The last power before death was contained in this throw, and the Odachi was released at the moment Exceeding the speed of sound, leaving behind a series of sonic boom cloud bursts to shoot out.

This knife is definitely not a surprise attack, because although it is heading in the direction of Xiaotian and Yuzaoqian, with its trajectory, at most it can only fly past Xiaotian's body, and the detonating vibration is enough to cause the internal organs of ordinary people to rupture and die. For Xiaotian, it was just a weak massage.

Xiaotian didn't intend to dodge, the sound of gold and iron crossing sounded out of thin air, and the big sword whizzing away with a sonic boom suddenly whirled and flew upwards obliquely when approaching Xiaotian, broke into two pieces in mid-air, obliquely inserted into the ground.

There was a wave of waves in the air, and there was a hideous and burly man in armor holding a sword and standing there, with two swords pinned to his waist.

"Sword of Sanming? Dayue Maru!" Yuzao's face changed.

"Hmph! Big Tengu is an idiot, although I don't know how he found me, but he is so stupid that he will destroy my good deeds when he dies!"

The monster called Otakemaru gave Otengu a bitter look.

Dayue Maru, one of the big monsters in Japanese myths and legends, has three invincible swords called Datonglian, Xiaotonglian, and Xianminglian. These three swords are also collectively known as the sword of Sanming.

"Be careful, Ogakumaru's strength is no less than that of me and Otengu..." Yuzao stopped suddenly in the middle of what he said before—for Xiaotian, it seems that his strength is almost the same as hers, so there is nothing to be careful about?
Not far away, Chu Zihang was a little puzzled, and asked the big tengu "Why help us?" Turning his head, he found that the monster was still in the posture of throwing a knife, and had completely lost its breath of life.

"Although I don't know where you came from," Dayue Maru looked at Xiaotian, "But one of you is poisoned, the other is exhausted, and the Emperor of God is nothing but a waste without the blood, and you can still fight Are you the only one left?"

Xiaotian looked at Dayuewan quietly.

He had already noticed that Otakemaru was trying to approach him quietly just now, but he didn't bother to pay attention.

"But I'm also a big monster, and I don't want to lose both sides with you," Dayake Maru talked eloquently, "Well, let's make a deal, as long as you hand over the Emperor God to me..."

"Ow--"

The pitch-black shadow flashed past, and Xiaotian had already appeared behind Dayuewan.

Dayakemaru lowered his head with difficulty, and saw dozens of claw marks criss-crossing on his body.

"you……"

With only one word, Dayuemaru's body exploded along dozens of claw marks, turning into dozens of small pieces, each small piece was burned with a layer of black flames, and it was burned into a pile of flames before it hit the ground. lump of ashes.

"Good... so strong!" Yuzao stared blankly at this scene.

Chu Zihang put the knife back into its sheath and walked towards Wiglaf.

The few surviving blood cats lay down in front of Akashi Tsuna docilely and obediently, waiting for orders, even though Akashi Tsuna was looking at them with extremely disgusted eyes.

The toxins in the body were removed, and although Tamazamae was still a little weak due to the overdraft of demon power, at least she could stand up, and with Akashi Tsuna's support, she walked towards Xiaotian to thank him.

Dark clouds rolled and gathered from all directions, and the thick ink seemed to become solid, completely blocking the sunlight, and the ground was as dark as night.

A palpitating aura emerged from the sky, and the dark clouds outlined the outline of a huge monster over a hundred feet high.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha..." Crazy laughter came from not far away.

Looking in the direction where the laughter came from, Yijin Zhentian was lying on the ruins, his normal body was as dry as sticks, his eye sockets were sunken, and his breath had dropped to a level similar to that of ordinary little demons.

"Gao Huangzun's avatar has come! You are all going to die! You are all going to die!" Yijin laughed wildly.

"Damn! This bastard must have used some method to cover our eyes and ears, using his own blood and cultivation as a guide to let Yamata no Orochi project his power over to form a clone! Let's run!" Yuzao cursed angrily , I didn't even care about addressing Yamata no Orochi as "Gao Huangzun", and said eagerly.

"Run! Where can you run in front of Gao Huangzun? You are dead! You are dead! You must be buried with me! Hahahahaha..." Yijin laughed wildly.

Eight huge heads popped up from the dark clouds in the sky, and the mountain-like body was hidden among the clouds.

"Shenhuangzun, I found you..." Yamata no Orochi cast a real coercion in his eyes.

【I?Even a mere evildoer dares to call himself me?Who gave it the guts? ! ] Liu Xiu was furious in Chu Zihang's consciousness.

"Ow--"

Xiaotian jumped into the sky, his figure suddenly enlarged dozens of times, and the black flames around him spread and circulated, rushing into the clouds like a big black sun.

"How dare you be disrespectful?!" Yamata no Orochi was furious.

Two huge forces collided in the sea of ​​clouds, flames, strong winds, thunder and lightning, poisonous swamps, frost, torrential rain... All kinds of visions erupted in the sea of ​​clouds, covering half of Tokyo. Missile-like destruction made the people on the ground tremble, and the outside seemed to be doomsday.

I don't know how long it took, a huge snake shadow suddenly appeared in the sky. This snake has eight heads, each of which is raised high, roaring towards the sky, like the mythical Yamata no Orochi.However, in the next second, this god-like figure shattered, and the vision in the sea of ​​clouds was swept away.

Yijin Zhen's innocent and maniacal laughter stuck in his throat.

……

Genji Heavy Industries, in Herzog's studio.

Herzog looked at the huge shattered figure in the sky, with infinite desire and passion in his eyes.

"This kind of power, this kind of power... sooner or later, I will devour you too!" His eyes glowed sickly, "Only the imperial blood is not enough, the power of the imperial blood is not enough, too little, too little Yes...yes, and it, and it!"

Panting heavily, Herzog walked to a safe embedded in the wall, opened it, trembling all over, but took out a metal box with extremely steady hands.

Herzog put the metal box on the table, twisted off the lock with his bare hands, and opened it. There were three quartz glass tubes inside, cooled and preserved by liquid nitrogen, and the tubes contained liquid black-red blood.

With obsessive eyes, he looked at the blood that did not coagulate in the slightest even under the ultra-low temperature of liquid nitrogen, and stretched out his hand to touch it. The skin that was frostbitten by the ultra-low temperature felt tingling, but it repaired itself at an extremely fast speed.

Herzog took out the three quartz tubes with his bare hands, broke them off, and pierced the cuts deeply into his palm. The black and red blood wriggled and flowed into his wounds as if alive.

The fetal blood of the ancient dragon comes from a surviving descendant of the White King, the most honorable duke in the next generation, one of the very few survivors after the White King's rebellion, possessing the power of the spiritual element above the four elements.

Herzog could feel that his physical and mental power were expanding and climbing at an unimaginable speed. The elements in the air were extremely clear in his perception. With a movement in his heart, the spiritual power spread into the air, and the elements Worship to him and bow your head.

He looked at a mirror in the room, and the middle-aged man in the mirror seemed to turn back time and become younger, like a young man in his 20s, handsome and suave, only a pair of blood-colored eyes were a little annoying.

Herzog felt a bit tired as his spirit and body rose to the height of the ancient dragon. During the evolution process, he should have patiently slept for a while, so that every corner and every cell of his body could be sublimated. But he was really impatient, and he was even willing to lie on the table for a short rest before starting to devour more things again.

Herzog was lying on his desk with his eyes closed. Due to the improvement of his physical fitness, his breathing and heartbeat frequency became lower and lower, almost as if he was about to die.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man lying on the table suddenly opened his eyes. The two emotions of confusion and struggle clashed in the blood-colored eyes, and it took a long time for them to gradually become clear.

He stood up unsteadily, covered his head, overturned the desk and stumbled towards the outside, murmuring to himself in a low voice.

"Child...Childish..."

(End of this chapter)