When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Imperial capital, Nibelungen.

In all the records about dragons, one thing has always been emphasized - extremely terrifying vitality.

Although they still belong to the category of biological creatures, the vitality of pure-blood dragons has reached a level that is unbelievable in the eyes of humans and hybrids.

Needless to say, the almost immortal bug ability of cocooning and rebirth is self-evident. Even without cocooning, dragons’ physical recovery capabilities are ridiculously strong, especially for dragons of the second generation and above. Their fatal weaknesses are only the brain and even the heart. Damage to the spinal cord and spinal cord will not cause death, and can even recover gradually.

Even after receiving a blow from Lu Mingfei that was almost full force, Freya did not die.

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

The dazzling and huge torrent of elements gradually dispersed, and the originally twenty-meter-tall dragon prince could no longer stand and fell to the ground.

Most of the dragon scales on her body had been wiped away, and some places where the damage was not very serious revealed charred flesh and blood. In places where the injuries were extremely serious, even the flesh and blood were gone, leaving only the scarred dark gold bones, and there was a faint trace between the chest and abdomen. It can be seen that the ribs and internal organs were equally damaged.

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 no longer had the majestic appearance before, they still had a killing aura. Swirling and flying around her.

The blow just now not only pulled a massive amount of extremely dense elements, but also contained Lu Mingfei's killing will based on the four spirit beasts. It caused an almost devastating blow to her both physically and mentally. Therefore, although she was not dead, she had almost completely lost her fighting power. She could only lie on the ground and whine at Lu Mingfei, expressing her willingness to surrender and praying to Lu Mingfei to let her live.

Lu Mingfei stared at the dragon lying on the ground whining and begging. The pool of blood under her body spread little by little, and the noble king's blood soaked into the soil.

If it were normal, he would have rushed forward in distress - rushing forward to collect every drop of the blood of those first-generation species. This is an extremely precious material for refining medicine and weapons!

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

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

Oops! This is the evil thought in the heartbeat state!

Lu Mingfei thought that the last outbreak of demonic thoughts at Sotheby's Auction House was just an accident, but he did not expect that the prince's dragon blood would trigger his demonic thoughts again, and it was even stronger than that time at Sotheby's Auction House!

The violent emotions were roaring and growing like a tsunami. Before he was overwhelmed by this emotion, Lu Mingfei tried to channel it into the Airbus, which contained the negative emotions caused by the violent blood, but to no avail. ——If the demonic thoughts in the heart-moving realm are so easy to solve, then they won’t be an obstacle to a monk’s advancement.

"Damn... why did it break out 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 gently, and a trace of intoxication appeared in his eyes.

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

Her organs and lungs were riddled with holes, and every syllable she spat out was as painful as being stabbed with a red-hot blade, but Freya still endured the pain and begged Lu Mingfei for mercy in dragon language.

In the past, Lu Mingfei was not really able to understand Dragon Language, and his bloodline resonance with Dragon Language was very vague. But this time, despite being intruded by demonic thoughts, he understood Freya very clearly. the meaning of.

Tilting his head, Lu Mingfei's golden eyes shone brightly.

He took a few steps forward and walked to the bloody dragon lying in front of him. He lifted up a sharp claw that had been transformed into a dragon and placed it on her flesh and blood that had no scales.

The rough scales stimulated the pain nerves, but Freya felt happy - the monarch in front of her accepted her surrender, which meant that she would not be killed!

She had subconsciously regarded the "dragon" in front of her as a monarch.

"Surrender?" Lu Mingfei spit out the dragon language. Under the attack of the demonic thoughts, his consciousness had fallen into a blur that was almost half-dream. It was the first time that 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 himself from a third-person perspective, watching the indifferent and cruel brilliance in his golden eyes, and using a majestic tone like a king to express the anger of the opposite dragon. Sentence.

"Rebellious ministers shall be punished!"

A majestic and majestic verdict was issued, like some kind of edict or word 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 a guillotine for them.

The Seven Deadly Sins surrounding Freya trembled tremendously, and Freya's eyes showed despair and confusion during the trembling - she had just surrendered, how could she become a rebel?

The next moment, the six swords except Pride fell almost at the same time and pierced Freya's body respectively.

The great realm belonging to the Seven Deadly Sins once again unfolded in Freya's body. Thin golden flames burned from her body. The power came from unknown sources. In severe pain, she raised her head high and let out a shrill scream. Neighing.

Lu Mingfei opened his palm, and Han Bafang's "arrogance" flew into his palm nimbly, and its size exploded to a size suitable for Lu Mingfei.

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

The mournful wail that echoed throughout the underground space suddenly stopped. Freya's golden eyes gradually lost their luster and brilliance. The dragon blood and soul in her body flowed toward arrogance - or in other words, it was forcibly absorbed in some extremely domineering way. Refined in the past.

I don’t know how long time passed. Old Tang, Xia Mi, Fenrir and even the remaining invading dragons all watched the scene in front of them quietly, watching Lu Mingfei thrust his arrogance into the still Fleur. Between her eyebrows, the dazzling golden flames on her body burned peacefully.

Until a certain moment, Lu Mingfei slowly pulled Han Bafang out. Bloody red lines spread on 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 commanding words on his face. The fearsome golden eyes.

Demonic thoughts surged up, and Lu Mingfei raised his hand and looked at Han Bafang, who was glowing with blood in his palm. The bloody lines on it became more and more vivid and coquettish, and the sword trembled and screamed, like the howl of a devil in hell!

It felt Lu Mingfei's heart! It's craving! Thirsting for more dragon blood! More killing!

The long sword hung down diagonally. Lu Mingfei blinked his eyes. The evil thoughts came to him completely and he had given up thinking.

To put it in monk terms - he was possessed.

Lu Mingfei looked at the petrified Prince Bader and the five sub-species in the distance, tilted his head slightly, and targeted the most peripheral sub-species.

The dragon wings spread out behind him, and the storm burst out of the air behind him. His figure disappeared from the place instantly. In the sudden change of movement, he burst out at an unimaginable speed, breaking the sound barrier, and a white sound cone exploded behind him, like Deadly flowers blooming all the way.

"Roar--"

A shrill wail sounded, and a two-meter-long wound suddenly appeared on the unlucky second-generation species that Lu Mingfei chose as its target. Although compared to its huge body of fifteen meters tall, a two-meter-long wound was not very big. Big, but the arrogance scratched it, but left a bloody glimmer on the wound, the pain penetrated to the bone marrow, as if even the soul was being burned by the bloody glimmer!

Freya's death has proved that surrender is useless, so Baldr also gave up all unrealistic fantasies and sang the Word Spirit loudly.

The prince can already control the elements easily. If it still needs to be chanted, what will be released must be an earth-shattering word spirit!

Balder was chanting, and the other dragons were also chanting. The dragon that Lu Mingfei was targeting seemed to have become a sacrifice, used to gain the opportunity to release the spirit of speech. Once the spirit of speech was formed, it and Lu Mingfei would both Called the ashes under the spirit of words!

The chants of a prince and the four descendants brought together a massive amount of elements, and almost all the elements in the underground space began to flow towards them, even forming a strong elemental turbulence!

Old Tang and Xia Mi rushed over almost at the same time, trying to interrupt their chanting.

Lu Mingfei pulled Han Bafang away from the screaming and wailing second-generation species, and turned his head to look at the dragons that were chanting the spirit of words. The elemental turbulence surrounded this area, making him feel very uncomfortable.

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

"Cancel!"

The simple Chinese words that are not considered to be words and spirits. The moment the sound waves spread into the air, all the elements in the entire underground space became dead silent. The turbulent flow of elements dispersed quietly. The chanting of words and spirits could no longer arouse any emotions. elements, turned into clown-like farce.

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

Old Tang: Isn’t Brother Fei’s condition not right?

Xia Mi:......

You just think this is a wrong state? !