Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 953 Odin's Pressure (Two-in-one subscription required!!!)

Just like the shadow in my memory, it has not changed after so many years.

Chu Zihang's body was trembling slightly, not because of fear or excitement, or some very complicated emotions. He stared at the "old friend" in the mirror, as if he wanted to imprint His figure deeply in his mind.

The world in the mirror was full of storms and thunder, but the strange thing was that no sound could be heard. It was like a pantomime... But the breath of death was so strong and real that it seemed to pass through the mirror and burn Chu Zihang's skin.

The figure in the mirror moved. The tall and majestic figure like a god stood up from the huge throne, and the eight-legged horse roared to the sky. Thunderclouds rolled and gathered in the sky, and his gaze also looked over, as if to shine through the mirror onto Chu Zihang... Chu Zihang felt an unknown dull pain in the back of his shoulder, as if there was a fire burning there.

A huge field enveloped the entire room. It was "Judgment"... Eri's eyes lit up with golden light.

In fact, from Eri's direction, she couldn't see the picture in the mirror clearly because it was blocked by Chu Zihang's figure, but she keenly smelled a hint of danger, so she subconsciously released her words. The field of "Judgment" covered the entire secret room which was not too large, as if it was struggling with some invisible force in the void.

Lu Mingfei's body was bent like a bow, which was a sign of extreme tension, just like a beast that had sensed an enemy nearby. The beast's instinct made it tense its body and be ready to fight at any time.

Lu Mingfei was closer to Chu Zihang and the mirror, and his feelings were more direct than Eiry's... He had only felt the breath of death when he faced Herzog, who had become the "White King". Lu Mingfei could see Chu Zihang's trembling back. Based on his understanding of Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei could probably guess what kind of terrible thing Chu Zihang was facing.

Chu Zihang could see that under the ancient mask of the great god, His lips moved, as if He uttered a few obscure notes, but it was indeed silent and it was impossible to tell what the voice was. But as He moved, Chu Zihang could hear the sound of wind and rain, and the roar of thunder and lightning from time to time. The heavy rain hit the hard ground of the elevated platform, and gathered into a stream of water that fell "splashing" like a waterfall.

The armor on the gods' bodies made metallic clashing sounds, and the eight-legged horses let out sharp neighs, like the horns of war. Those were definitely not sounds that belonged to the human world. Chu Zihang felt like his eardrums were about to be shattered... and warm liquid flowed out of his earlobes. It was blood.

It’s not an illusion. None of this is an illusion, including the sound of rain hitting the roof that Chu Zihang heard just now. It was not his auditory hallucination. The sound did not come from outside the room, but from this mirror... In other words, even if it is an illusion, it is enough to cause substantial harm to people. Then what is the difference between this and a real attack?
As if some forbidden barriers were broken, ripples appeared on the surface of the mirror, and golden and fiery red light shone into the room where Chu Zihang and the others were. The gods in their memories... or the devils had come to the boundary between illusion and reality. An unprecedentedly strong breath of death gushed out of the mirror, and the papers in the whole room were shaking wildly, as if they were blown by a strong wind, or like a group of butterflies trembling with fear.

Eri frowned. She could feel a powerful force invading the realm of "Judgment"... This was a feeling she had never had before, and it had never happened before, because in "Judgment", Eri, as the master of the Word Spirit, was a well-deserved god. She could examine everything and decide the life and death of all living beings.

But this power is so incredible that it breaks the barriers of words and the rules of reality. It is difficult for human speech to describe such an extraordinary thing. A certain will forcibly invades the field of "judgment" and arrogantly competes with Eri for the supreme power.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, he felt his body being enveloped by cold and fire at the same time. With such a fiery element, Lu Mingfei could conclude that the enemy was definitely a Dragon King-level existence... even more oppressive than Herzog who became the "White King", because at least he had Lu Mingze to help him at that time, but now in such a dangerous situation, Lu Mingze rarely showed up to trade with him to save his life.

"Senior Brother..." Lu Mingfei called Chu Zihang with difficulty.

He stretched out a hand and wanted to pull Chu Zihang's shoulder. He could only see his back. Lu Mingfei was not sure whether Chu Zihang could still remain conscious under such heavy pressure.
At this moment, Chu Zihang suddenly thought of a certain man. His golden eyes were more dazzling than ever before, and his cold eyes looked at the god who was about to break through the mirror... "God" also saw Chu Zihang's gaze, and there was a slight pause in His movements. The eyes under the ancient mask revealed a hint of hesitation and confusion, as if he had met someone he had known for a long time but was unexpected.

At this moment, which could not be called a flaw, Eiry suddenly took a step forward and came to Lu Mingfei's side. The field of "Judgment" expanded again, and her golden pupils burst out with unprecedentedly bright light.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt the heavy and ancient breath of death pressing on him fade away, and his body felt relaxed. He immediately grabbed the "Song of the Nibelungs" that fell at his feet and threw it hard in the direction of Chu Zihang.

"I don't care who you are...Fuck you!"

Like a bird flying in the sky, drawing a perfect parabola in the air, the book flew over Chu Zihang's head and hit the mirror in front of him accurately.

The moment the hard cover touched the mirror, the mirror shattered, and a crisp sound echoed in the empty room. The sound was so loud that it didn't sound like a mirror being broken at all, but more like a comet hitting the earth. Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei, and Eri all had tinnitus to varying degrees, and Chu Zihang, who was closest to the mirror, even had a ruptured eardrum.

The figure in the mirror also shattered as the mirror cracked, as well as the eight-legged horse and the huge throne. It didn't seem like Lu Mingfei had smashed a mirror, but more like he had smashed a world. The sounds of wind, rain and thunder could no longer be heard. Chu Zihang felt that the world was silent. He didn't know whether these sounds disappeared with the shattering of the mirror, or because the noise just now was too loud, causing Chu Zihang to become temporarily deaf.

His scorching golden pupils were still staring at the mirror. The eight-legged horse's front and rear hooves kicked wildly, and it roared angrily and painfully towards the sky. The mask on the face of the shattered figure was distorted. He struggled unwillingly, and finally pointed his finger outside the mirror, in the direction of Chu Zihang.

The mirror was completely shattered, not like being hit by a book, but more like being swept by a violent explosion. Small and sharp fragments flew in all directions at a very fast speed in the not very spacious room. Chu Zihang, who was closest to the mirror, was hit the hardest. His clothes and even his skin were cut by the knife-like glass fragments, leaving wounds of varying depths.

Whether it was a coincidence or destiny, a piece of mirror fragment broke the kerosene lamp, and bits of fire fell from the wick, igniting the dry newspapers piled in the corner.

The flames suddenly jumped up and grew at a speed so fast that it was difficult to put out. Wind blew in the airtight room, and the fire was fierce and raging. All the newspapers, hardcover books and parchment scrolls were set on fire. The room turned into a sea of ​​fire and was as bright as day.

There was not even time to think about where the wind came from. The scorching heat burned everyone's skin. Thick black smoke billowed up, filling the entire room in a few seconds, choking people and making it impossible to breathe.

The worst-case scenario that Chu Zihang mentioned casually at the beginning still happened. I don’t know if it was a good omen. It was obviously unrealistic to put out such a fierce fire under such circumstances. Lu Mingfei’s first reaction was to pull Huiliyi through the sea of ​​fire with the light of the flames and run to the stairs leading to the meeting room in this room.

After running a few steps, Lu Mingfei suddenly turned around and saw Chu Zihang still standing there. He shouted anxiously, "What are you doing, brother? Run for your life! If you stay here and sleepwalk, you'll end up being roasted on charcoal!"

However, Chu Zihang still did not insist. Lu Mingfei became anxious. He pushed Huili towards the upstairs, tore off the Shangyi, wrapped it around his head, turned around and rushed towards the vast sea of ​​fire, grabbing Chu Zihang's arm.

It was then that Lu Mingfei discovered that Chu Zihang was in a very strange state. His eyes were open, but the light of his golden pupils had almost disappeared, and only a faint golden light could be seen. His body was also a little stiff, and he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare-like situation.

There was no time to think about it. At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Mingfei carried Chu Zihang on his back. In the state of extreme hypoxia, Chu Zihang on his back seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. "Brother... you really should lose weight!" Lu Mingfei complained fiercely, and carried Chu Zihang with all his strength through the raging fire.

……

pain.

headache.

The pain felt like it was about to burst.

Chu Zihang slowly opened his heavy eyelids and gradually regained consciousness, as if he had woken up from a chaotic and long dream.

In this dream, he seemed to see a straight elevated road, the end of which was hidden in the dark wind and rain. Groups of black shadows were whispering like devils outside the car. An old Scottish song was playing in the car. He could no longer remember the lyrics, but it seemed like a conversation between a father and his daughter.

Arcs of thunder streaked across the sky, and he saw a shot of the elevated road, where a majestic god stood, sitting on an eight-legged horse and holding Kungunir in his hand. Human-shaped black shadows prostrated themselves at his feet in submission.

The god was staring at a mirror in front of him. Chu Zihang also looked at the mirror. He saw a familiar person whose face he couldn't see clearly. Lu Mingfei and Eiry were behind that person... The god approached the mirror, and just as He stretched out his hand, the mirror suddenly shattered. The sharp fragments scratched His arm, and deep red blood flowed. On the other side of the mirror, a huge sea of ​​fire was burning. Lu Mingfei looked anxious and roared at the top of his lungs.

Chu Zihang listened carefully.

"Brother, stop sleepwalking here!"

"Brother, wake up for real!"

Then Chu Zihang woke up, and what came into his sight was a familiar and beautiful face.

"Brother, you are finally awake, wuwuwu...Brother, you scared me to death!"

Su Xiaoqiang was crying so hard that her eyes were filled with tears and she was so heartbroken that if you didn't know better you would think that this girl had just been raped.

Chu Zihang looked away in surprise and subconsciously looked around where he was.

It was a very luxurious room, with European-style decoration, crystal ceiling lights, marble and rock slab walls, huge white gauze curtains, and an extremely soft bed underneath... There was no doubt that this was a luxurious bedroom. Chu Zihang saw his clothes hanging in the closet.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Su Xiaoqiang looked at Chu Zihang with tears in his eyes.

"I... am fine." Chu Zihang comforted softly. His head was still a little dizzy. It felt like someone had hit him hard on the back of his head with a hammer. It was a moderate concussion.

"It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay." Su Xiaoqiang said frankly and sincerely, "When Lu Mingfei brought you here, I thought you were dying!"

"Lu Mingfei..." Chu Zihang seemed to remember something, and his brows gradually frowned, "Where is Lu Mingfei? Where am I?"

Chu Zihang asked Su Xiaoqiang. Actually, he also wanted to ask why Su Xiaoqiang was there, but he always felt that this question might be just as hurtful. After being with Xia Mi for so long, the wooden-headed Chu Zihang had more or less improved his emotional intelligence.

"This is my home, a guest room in my home." Su Xiaoqiang added, "Lu Mingfei is here too, and so is Eri. Brother, wait a minute, I'll call them."

As he spoke, Su Xiaoqiang pressed a pager-like button on the bedside, and a bell rang outside the door.

Lu Mingfei, with his upper body naked, pushed the door open and Eiry followed behind him. Seeing Chu Zihang who had woken up on the bed, Lu Mingfei was obviously relieved.

"On your body?" Chu Zihang looked at the white paste on Lu Mingfei's body.

"I applied some medicine, it's fine." Lu Mingfei waved his hand and quickly skipped the topic. He looked at Chu Zihang who was wrapped in bandages and said, "Compared to this, are you okay, brother? Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Chu Zihang tried to move his body. He could feel some slight wounds on the skin wrapped in bandages, and his head hurt a little, but there was nothing else unusual, so he shook his head.

"Brother, are you guys trapped by a ghost?" Su Xiaoqiang asked suddenly, his tone was horrified and mysterious.

"A maze of ghosts?" Chu Zihang obviously didn't understand this sentence.

"I've already told you, no one is trapped in a ghost wall. Wouldn't it be more bizarre if you just said we saw a ghost?" Lu Mingfei said to Su Xiaoqiang unhappily. It sounded like they had argued about this issue several times.