Dragon Clan: Returning from Rebirth, My God Lu Mingfei Tu preaches the Tao

Whoa whoa whoa!
His long white hair danced wildly like a waterfall, and the handsome boy who looked like a kabuki stared at Yan Xing, and the long windbreaker on his body fluttered, like a peerless actor wearing a phoenix crown and Xiapei.

Kazama Ruri returned again at this moment.

Everything seems to be without warning, and it seems to be an inescapable fate.

The beautiful man with a face as pale as makeup looked into the distance, his phoenix eyes seemed to pass through layers of fog, and saw the fateful old man.

"This is the real you! My child, you will eventually stand on top of the world, and the whole world will be your throne!"

The king on the side jumped up excitedly, like a funny monkey.

The pair of golden boys were extremely bright, and they couldn't hide their ecstasy. He stared at Kazama Liuli in front of him, as if he was looking at the most flawless treasure in the world.

But his ecstasy was far more than that, it was more of awe of the power of Kazama Liuli.

This powerful force can make the king go to the highest throne, and he will be invincible on this road, so he is in awe of Kazama Ruri.

But if he really sat on that great throne, Kazama Liuli would no longer be something he was in awe of, but a piece of superfluous trash.

The so-called one person is lonely, everyone shares the throne and other words, it's like farting,

King general, no, Herzog was able to come to this day because he ate all the people along the way, turned them into nourishment to supply himself, and the extra things would be like poop. Exhausted until he got to today step by step.

As long as he really feels lonely in his heart, he won't become a loner, because he really doesn't need it.

On the road to the pinnacle of power, there is no so-called partner at all. Anyone and anything is a weapon for him.

If a weapon is broken or even rotted, it's a big deal to replace it with another one.

And the weapon Kazama Liuli is so perfect that even the generals can't put it down, but the ultimate fate of the weapon is to be cut off and discarded. No matter how perfect Kazama Liuli is, it will inevitably be like this in the end.

Fengjian Liuli looked at the general with a gloomy gaze.

He only felt that this monkey jumping up and down was very noisy. As for what the other party said, he couldn't hear it at all, and he didn't want to hear it.

However, when Kazama Liuli looked at Wang Jiang, the latter became even more excited.

Seems to have reached some kind of orgasm!There are high-spirited things to dominate!

"Yes, it is this kind of look. The life and death of all the creatures in the world has nothing to do with you. The throne of the world is waiting for you, and they will all become your food. At that time, I, Herzog, will be fortunate enough to be able to assist you. For you, this will be the glory of my life."

The king shouted excitedly.

He kept walking around Fengjian Liuli, like a poisonous snake hissing and spitting out snake letters, ready to kill him at any moment.

Kazama Liuli frowned deeply, with a look of impatience on her face, she just felt that this guy was like a buzzing, stinky fly that smelled like excrement.

He didn't even tilt his head, and stretched out his hand directly to the side, grabbing the king's head.

"Ah, let go, I'm hurt by you."

The king was caught off guard and exclaimed quickly.

Kazama Liuli's palms clasped tighter and tighter, and he felt that his face bones were about to crack.

But Kazama Liuli didn't seem to hear Wang Jiang's words at all, and the man didn't even look at him.

With a direct slam, the five fingers exerted force, and the king's head was crushed and exploded.

The shrill screams were like the howling of an evil ghost, which was simply a brutal torture for the king.

Iron-gray blood wrapped in dark white brains, splashed directly from the crack in Wang Jiang's head, and his whole head was taken off abruptly like this, countless long and narrow tentacles spewed out from the neck, but Wang Jiang's body directly Kneeling down, powerlessly paralyzed aside.

Kazama Liuli crushed the king's head casually, leaving only the bloody Gongqing mask in his hand.

The pale mask seemed to be alive, and it made the sound of grinding teeth and sucking blood. The blood spurted from Wang Jiang's head was swallowed up by the mask crazily, as if he was sucking some extremely delicious milk tea.

Soon this official mask became spotless.

Kazama Liuli didn't look at the general from the beginning to the end when he crushed the king's head, but was very curious about the pale Gongqing mask in his hand.

He tilted his head and carefully examined every inch of the texture of the mask.

He seemed to understand something, picked up this pale public servant's mask, and immediately put it on his face.

Just right, exactly right.

hoo hoo hoo!
At this moment, it was as if an ancient ferocious beast had been awakened.

Kazama Liuli's snow-white long hair danced wildly, like a waterfall falling from nine heavens, but obviously he didn't roar, but there were waves of extremely terrifying and ferocious roars coming from inside his body.

The man turned his head, looked through layers of fog, and looked at the man in the long black trench coat at the end of the fog.

On that Gongqing mask, a sinister smile slowly formed at the corners of his pale mouth.

At this moment, the wind, rain and mist seemed to be startled by the terrifying aura emanating from this extremely evil ghost, and fled crazily towards the surroundings.

……

And on the other side of the mist.

Minamoto cut off Tachibana Masamune's head with a single blow.

The man's eyes were stern, facing the old man who taught him, there was no emotion in his eyes.

How could he be deeply moved by the other party's heartfelt words, let alone the so-called regret.

Tachibana Masamune, that is, all the teachings Herzog gave him were aimed at being able to become the opponent's sword. He is not the one who holds the sword, and the evil ghost of Tachibana Masamune wants to be the one who holds the sword.

The other party tried every means to control him, and even wanted to control the Bajia of Sheqi again. This evil ghost has been secretly scheming all the time. Let me ask, Yuan Zhisheng is not a fool, how could he let him succeed.

That's why there was a scene of cutting off the opponent's head with a clean knife.

"Zhisheng, you will... regret it."

Even with only one head left, Tachibana Masamune could still speak intermittently.

"Then we'll see, Dad."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Zhisheng raised the knife and chopped off the head completely.

The wind and rain were blowing, Yuan Zhisheng only felt that the world was lonely, and the thick fog around him receded wildly towards the surroundings.

However, this scene was not a natural phenomenon, but a terrifying shock wave swept towards here crazily, and the target was Yuan Zhisheng.

The man suddenly turned around, raised the long knife in his hand, and met the slash from the depths of the mist.

The blade was as scarlet as blood, and the visitor's white hair exploded like a waterfall, revealing the pale smiling face wearing the mask of a prince.