Chapter 227 You Are Not The One I Want To Wait For

Chapter 227 You Are Not The One I Want To Wait For

General Wang snapped his fingers, but it was inaudible in the storm, and he said, "Close the passage."

As the roar of the ground sounded, the tunnel between Akakigawa and Chiguigawa, which was originally opened, was re-sealed by the collapse caused by the explosion.

Wang Jiang looked at the bottom of the True Red Well in admiration, "Let's give him some challenges."

Following his instructions, members of the ghostly ghosts put on standard protective clothing one after another, and then operated the large equipment above to pour mercury downward.

Mercury vapor was floating in the air, but Wang Jiang and Kazama Ruri did not have any protective equipment.

When dozens of tons of mercury poured into the Well of True Red, the color of the original crimson river changed again. It was still reddish in color, but it became much more viscous, reminiscent of the blood pool in hell.

The ghosttooth vipers rushed out of the water with all their strength. Under the erosion of mercury, their original blue-silver scales turned gray-black, and they were slowly corroding. One can imagine the pain this is.

But with such a large amount of anti-dragon poison tilted down, the so-called god still didn't show up, and the vortex only became bigger. Obviously, he was swimming extremely fast below.

"Turn on the turbo and let's see what power he has."

Wang Jiang looked down with great interest. This is a century-old experiment, an experiment for God!
And he who can test the gods undoubtedly stands in a higher position.

The turbine installed in the Well of True Red was activated in advance, driven by thousands of tons of water flow, but the direction of the vortex rotation has not yet been reversed.

"My God, is this the mighty power of God? He can resist such a majestic power."

A member of the ghost group exclaimed in admiration.

However, the king looked down, but shook his head in admiration and said: "This is not power. The power of our turbine has not affected this water area at all. It violates the laws of physics. The place where he is is his king's domain!"

The speed of the vortex became faster and faster, and people gradually saw the huge shadow hidden under the water surface.

Until the coquettish white shadow surfaced at the end, everyone finally saw the posture of God clearly.

The pure white scales shone brightly under the light of the searchlight. His lower body was like a bloated fish tail, covered with bony spurs, while the upper part had eight long necks. His head was like a dragon or a snake, and his mouth was wide open. Open ferocious dance.

The strong wind is the whistle song, the thunder is the majestic drumbeat, the rain is falling and the lightning is like a spider web, like a crown for the birth of a king.

For a moment, the land under his feet seemed to go back millions of years, and the evil spirits of hell turned back again.

The members of the fierce ghosts trembled and said, "Baqi... Orochi."

Maybe it's because he was born not long ago, and the god's body is not as big as the legendary mountain, but a little smaller than the killer whale, and it seems to be no more than ten tons.

The giant net made of nanotechnology sprinkled down, covering the well of true red in all directions, and covering the body of Yamata no Orochi.

Yamata no Orochi's majestic and ferocious snake head, which also reveals the beauty of mythology and art, raised its head and let out a deafening roar, which suppressed even the thunder in the sky.

He struggled hard in the giant net, frantically swam in the water, and finally the whole giant net became tighter and tighter.

"We're going to get him."

A member of the ghost group spoke, but they couldn't see much excitement, because if God is only such a thing, it seems that the so-called sense of expectation for evolution has also been reduced.

But the next moment, the giant net was torn apart, and the white brilliance flickered, drawing graceful arcs on the water surface, and light drops of water formed on the edge of the halo.

"He still has a sword, that can cut everything, the sharp sword in mythology, Tian Congyun Sword."

General Wang sighed, then looked at Liuli Fengjian, "It's your turn."

Kazama Liuli looked at the "god" who looked extremely ugly to him below, and looked at the general with a playful expression, "Why do you think that I will help you?"

As soon as these words came out, the members of the Ghost Clan raised their heads to look at Liuli Kazama, and vigilantly grasped the weapons at their waists.

General Wang raised his hand, and the commotion stopped. He looked at Liuli Kazama, "Don't you desire this grand evolution? As long as you have the blood of the gods, you will become more complete."

Kazama Liuli looked at Wang Jiang with a half-smile, "Complete? You think this is what I want?"

"After you killed your stupid brother, you always have new goals, and becoming a dragon, the eternal life will allow you to slowly explore the answers to many things."

Wang Jiang's voice was extremely deceptive.

Kazama Liuli suddenly laughed out loud, out of breath, bent down to support her knees.

Wang Jiang looked at Fengjian Liuli without opening his mouth, just waiting for the other party to finish laughing.

Kazama Liuli stopped laughing and looked up at the general, "What if I don't make a move?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the depths of Wang Jiang's eyes. He didn't expect that Kazama Liuli would become so disobedient at such a time. Would he need to use some extraordinary means?

However, Kazama Ruri leaned on the cherry red long knife, took a step forward, and stood on the wall of the well of true red.

Seeing this scene, General Wang smiled, "That's right, this is our common progress..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because the cherry red long knife came out of its sheath and cut through the heavy rain curtain. The arc-shaped blood mist paused in the air for a moment, and was washed away by the rainstorm the next moment.

A head wearing a Noh mask rolled to the ground.

The members of the fierce ghosts present were stunned. They did not expect that the dragon king of the organization would... kill the king general!
But this time no one moved their hands to the weapon anymore, because the supreme commander and the strongest person present are now Ruri Kazama, and they still have to follow in the footsteps of Ruri Kazama to kill Yamata no Orochi and gain the ability to Evolving God's Blood Essence.

"I have said many times, don't mention him in front of me, especially your mouth."

Kazama Liuli lightly sheathed the knife, turned around and took a few steps, and sat on a chair under the shed.

"Lord Dragon King..."

A member of the ghost group came over and spoke hesitantly. At this time, Yamata no Orochi had already used all eight heads and climbed to the mouth of the well.

"What's the matter, don't you guys want to kill God? You can start now, I'm not interested in evolution."

Kazama Ruri took out a cosmetic box from her bosom, took a picture of her current face, and unexpectedly began to redraw her eyebrows under such circumstances.

Yamata no Orochi had already landed on the shore, the sound of firing, the sound of drawing a knife, and the sound of wailing came and went one after another, but Kazama Liuli didn't even lift his head.

It didn't stop until the members of the ghosts reacted after a large number of casualties and fled in the direction of Kazama Liuli.

The gust of wind hit his face, and Kazama Ruri's cosmetic box came out of his hand. He looked up at Yamata no Orochi, who was close at hand, and frowned.

The next moment, a round arc of light flashed across, and a huge snake head rolled to the ground, and the white costume of Juejian Ji in the cloud was dyed a dense red.

Feng Jian Liuli retreated violently, her long black hair began to grow white and long visible to the naked eye, with a crazy smile on her face, "You are not the one I am waiting for."

The members of the Ghost Clan ran wildly for their lives, shuttling on the muddy road, but the next moment they knelt down on the ground in horror, their bones were screaming, and the strong gravity forced them to bow down, and at this time there was Waterlogged mud!
One after another silhouettes descended from the ropes, and the leading young man descended from the sky. Without any tools, his feet dived deep into the muddy ground, as firm as a rock.

Yuan Zhisheng's black windbreaker was blown by the strong wind and danced backwards. He walked among the members of the ghosts who were kneeling and buried in the mud. His pair of dazzling golden pupils looked straight ahead, and he didn't even look at the hybrids of the ghosts. .

The commissioners following Yuan Zhisheng drew their knives and prepared to cut off the heads of these people, ending their suffering of drowning.

But a sudden change occurred, the commissioner who made the first move failed to swing the knife successfully, and the head that fell on the ground was not that of the ghosts, but his own.

Yuan Zhisheng turned his head in shock and anger, and looked at the members of the Kanto Branch, it was Ashi Ashi who swung a knife and chopped off his companion's head.

Members of other Kanto branches also attacked the other members of the executive bureau.

Yuan Zhisheng pulled out the spider and the boy An Gangqie, and he swore that he would kill all the traitors in the family with his own hands.

Akechi Asuya looked at Yuan Zhisheng who was facing him, his golden pupils were wide open, the pressure fell on him like a mountain range, he was trembling all over, he didn't know whether it was because of fear or extreme excitement.

He is finally going to confront the strongest man in the family!

He may die, but what he pursued came true today.

However, Yuan Zhisheng didn't sprint at him and swing a knife, and even the kingship didn't come down, his figure disappeared in place, leaving only black and white afterimages.

The ear-piercing sonic boom sounded, and the rain curtain briefly appeared vacant under this afterimage. Even the natural phenomenon caused by the gods had to give way to the violent emperor and the extremely evil ghost at this time!

Akechi Asuya was stunned for a moment, and he looked towards the distance where the shadow was flying. Under the dark rain, the sound of swords and soldiers clashing detonated the audience, and the light of the fire was like iron trees and silver flowers.

During the brief stalemate between the two sides, everyone saw the two figures clearly.

The rain slid across the face that was as indifferent as a marble knife, and then slid across the plain white cheeks with an enchanting smile.

Not far away near the Well of True Red, Yamata no Orochi has only one snake head left, and it is crawling towards the Well of True Red, panting, wanting to return to the Red River to absorb the ghost-toothed dragon viper to recover from its injuries. Mercury vapor is not good for him. What is it, the only thing that threatens him is the young human's blade.

After getting up, many members of the fierce ghosts who were not suffocated looked at the members of the Sheqi Eight Family standing in front of them, and were at a loss for a while, because the other party had no intention of attacking.

Most of the team led by Yuan Zhisheng were members of the Kanto branch, and there were only a few executive bureau commissioners who were temporarily transferred. Under the mutiny of the Kanto branch just now, they were all wiped out almost instantly.

"Why are you standing there, that guy is extremely weak."

Wise Asuya pointed to the lingering Yamata no Orochi, and he finally rebelled with the Kanto branch.

Although Tachibana Masamune has kindness to their Kanto branch, Tachibana Masamune shouldn't have sent them here, the old man doesn't know them well enough.

In essence, there is no difference between them and the ghosts. The ghosts pursue freedom and detachment, while they simply pursue power.

Now that the divine blood is right in front of them, how could they continue to work for the Eight Sheqi Clans?

He tore off the medal that Tachibana Masamune had bestowed on him from his chest, and threw it into the muddy water, "Old man, I've helped the family cut off a lot of people over the years, so it's clear."

Some of the members of the Ghost Clan climbed up from the road, and some got up from the woods. Seeing that the situation was stable, they all calmed down again. They wanted to take this opportunity to capture God thoroughly.

As for the life and death of their Dragon King?
What has it to do with them?Let him fight to the death with the young masters of the Bajia of Sheqi.

Members of the Hellmen rendezvous, in protective suits, especially the gas masks looking ridiculously soaked in the mud, but no one cares at the moment.

The people from the Kanto Branch of the Eight Family of Sheqi seem to be allies, but the body of the god is not as big as imagined, which is not enough.

"Hurry up and follow."

One of the highest-ranking members of the ghosts commanded and urged, obviously he was also the fastest one just now.

He stretched out his legs and kicked the ass of a fierce ghost member who had just crawled out of the woods, "God's blood is close at hand, don't stain it."

The member of the fierce ghost group looked back at the leader, did not speak, and hurriedly followed.

In the distance, black and white figures stand still in the rainstorm.

"Brother, are you here to attend my graduation ceremony?"

Kazama Liuli said with a smile, the blood on the cherry red long knife was washed off by the rain, and Yuan Zhisheng standing opposite had a small wound on his face.

"You're crazy."

Yuan Zhisheng said lightly, looking at Kazama Liuli's white hair, he knew that the other party had activated all the evolutionary medicine powers, and if it wasn't for the emperor's blood, he would have already become a mindless dead waiter.

"crazy?"

Kazama Ruri closed her eyes and felt the world. The rain slid off her skin. When she opened her eyes again, there seemed to be golden mandala-like patterns turning in her eyes, "I have never felt so awake before."

The ancient and austere language resounded, like the whispers of a god reverberating in the sky, the legs of Kazama Liuli were deeply embedded in the muddy ground, and thirty times the gravity descended on this space!

Kazama Ruri laughed wildly and shouted: "Come on! Use your justice to overwhelm me! Just like back then!"

And the next moment, a distorted expression appeared on his face, and he roared frantically: "I'm about to ascend the throne, maybe my brother's blood will be the brightest red on my dress."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Kazama Liuli who was roaring like a wild beast, and sighed: "Children, do you really want to be on the throne? You once said that kings are lonely, and you were most afraid of loneliness when you were young."

Kazama Liuli had an unexpected look on her face, as if she had heard some funny words, "Brother, what are you talking about? Lonely? Our hands have already been stained with so much blood, and the roar of ghosts after closing our eyes is also Won't make us... alone?"

Yuan Zhisheng raised his swords, "The sayings recorded in the ancient texts of the family are good. The blood of the emperor is a cursed thing and should not be passed on in the world. If there is no us, there will be no ambitions for some people, and many people will lose their ambitions." won't die."

(End of this chapter)