The beginning of the dragon race on the Maybach

Chapter 265 Chen Hongjian: 3000 million women's colleges, let me go in the six worlds?
"Ahem, Cadmus, did you not see us?"

"Sigurd, Saint George, you are not dead yet."

The Sigurd family came from Germany, and Sigurd wielded the regenerated holy sword Gorum, cleanly piercing through the scales of Fafnir, a three-generation dragon of the lineage of the Lord of Bronze and Fire, digging out Eat his heart and drink his blood.It has similar origins and customs with the Beowulf family, and the relationship between the two families is also good for generations because they often drink dragon blood together, but the Sigurd family gets the title of "Dragon Heart Eater" .

The St. George family comes from Pakistan. According to legend, St. George once wore armor, carried the holy sword of Ascalon, rode a white horse, and killed a poisonous dragon. The dragon's blood flowed on the ground to form a huge cross, which became the later Saint George flag.In reality, St. George is actually far more heroic and powerful than he is in legends, because he single-handedly killed a second generation of the King of the Earth and the Mountain.It is just because the St. George family is unwilling to cooperate with the secret party in many things, so it is also a rare family that has not received a special title.

However, the appearance of members of the St. George's family made Xia Mi, who was in the Tailing Mausoleum nearly ten kilometers away from the outer blockade of the Xixia Museum, feel uncomfortable.You must know that there are very few descendants of the King of the Earth and the Mountain lineage. From Nidhogg's time to modern times, only two descendants of the King of the Earth and the Mountain lineage have been discovered, but they are indeed very powerful. So St. George became famous in the first battle.

"Damn, I smell a family of bedbugs that makes me sick!"

Xia Mi didn't have any expression on his face, his brilliant golden pupils were unconsciously lit up, and his expression was calm and majestic.

Chen Hongjian asked in confusion: "What's the matter? Who made His Majesty Xia Mi angry again?"

After Xia Mi briefly talked about St. George killing a subspecies of the King of the Earth and the Mountain lineage, Chen Hongjian also understood.However, Chen Hongjian suddenly thought of something, and looked at Xia Mi with some trepidation.

"Ahem, Xia Mi, how did the second-generation, third-generation and those low-level dragons and hybrids come about?"

Xia Mi didn't understand the meaning of Chen Hongjian's voice, and said indifferently: "Mate, or create us through blood essence and keel like Nid Hogg created us. Alas, the king of the earth and the mountain Dragons are indeed the rarest. There are only two second-generation dragons, and there are many third-generation and low-level dragons, but they are completely useless. But only these two second-generation dragons were killed by St. George. You think I am angry ?”

"Whether the dragons and hybrids of the king of the earth and the mountain were created through mating or creation?" Chen Hongjian hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to ask.

Xia Mi looked at Chen Hongjian's hesitation and dodge eyes, and suddenly realized that he was curious about the reason why the next-generation hybrids and other dragon hybrids were born. He clearly wanted to ask her if she... Even if she After living for tens of millions of years, she still couldn't help but blush for a moment on her delicate face, but she suppressed it for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"The third-generation species and those lower-level dragons and hybrids are produced by mating of those second-generation species. Of course, the second-generation species are through mating!"

Chen Hongjian was suddenly a little depressed, the next generation born through mating...

Alas, after all, they are all little female dragons who have lived for tens of millions of years, so it's... not normal.

Chen Hongjian comforted himself, at least it would be beneficial to find a little female dragon who had lived for tens of millions of years. I never heard people say that a third-year girl will hold a golden brick; ; 30 women's colleges, ranked in the fairy class; 300 women's colleges, the Queen Mother feeds; 3000 women's colleges, standing in front of the Buddha's gate; You turn; the female college is three hundred million, and Pangu is your younger brother...

So, he doesn't know if he can call Pangu brothers and sisters, but at least the Six Realms are at his disposal?
Xia Mi looked at Chen Hongjian's dejected and silly smile for a while, and roughly guessed what Chen Hongjian was thinking about. He couldn't help laughing angrily, slapped Chen Hongjian on the back of the head and scolded with a smile: "Idiot!" Only the one of the four monarchs who can produce the next generation through mating has mastered the 'power'. Only their strong blood can create excellent offspring, and I am the master of the twins of the king of the earth and the mountain' The one who holds the right. The one who holds the right is responsible for endowing the offspring with a certain amount of 'power' when the other twin gives birth to a qualified offspring."

"So I haven't given birth to any next-generation species at all, let alone I don't have that demand, even if I have, it is impossible to give birth to a second-generation species!"

Chen Hongjian was in pain, and was so painfully slapped by Xia Mi that he burst into tears, but he felt a little joy in his heart, and he grabbed Xia Mi's little hand and said excitedly: "Really!"

The corner of Xia Mi's mouth curled up, his eyes flickered, his index finger rested on his pointed chin, and he muttered: "Well, but, is there... After all, I have cocooned so many times, have I ever gone to find a male to satisfy my physiology? What about needs? Heck, maybe I just don't remember."

Chen Hongjian's eyes became extraordinarily serious, like a sword: "No, definitely not."

Xia Mi smiled and shook his head, put his hands on Chen Hongjian's cheeks, and said softly: "No! I am a ten million-year-old virgin dragon whose head is not wanted by anyone, are you satisfied? "

"Hey, hey." Chen Hongjian smirked, "It's okay, I want it."

"However, I really want to know why the number of dragons in the lineage of the king of the earth and the mountain is far less than that of other lines?"

Chen Hongjian's question this time is really out of curiosity. After all, even Constantine, who has mastered "force" but is handicapped due to disability, has given birth to so many dragons. Could it be that Fenrir... ?
"Hey, you don't know that Fenrir was conspired against when he fought in all directions under the name of Attila, and his spirit was hurt. Even cocoons can't be cured. Sigh... the twins who obviously have the four monarchs are the most powerful. Strong power, but only the IQ of a ten-year-old child, how can they mate and give birth." Xia Mi sighed and said helplessly.

"What about Fenrir before he was wounded?"

"That guy didn't get much better before he was injured. He's just a martial idiot who only knows how to fight. Apart from fighting, he doesn't dare to be interested in anything else. The only two-headed sub-species were born after I begged repeatedly." Xia Mi held his hands Face, "But it's okay, it won't affect much. After all, even the next generation can't intervene in the battle between kings. Since they don't help, what's the use of them?"

Chen Hongjian could tell that Xia Mi was a typical example of not being able to eat grapes and talking about sour grapes. After all, even if the second generation was weaker than the first generation, if there were enough of them, it could affect the balance of victory.

But it's okay, after all, the current Xia Mi can already open almost all the Nibelungs in the world, and has an army whose number is so terrifying that even a monarch needs to be afraid.Not to mention that Xia Mi also secretly hacked the "Night Food Garden" in Tokyo. The alchemy life and Deadpool in it alone are enough to fight a war that sweeps the world.

"Okay, everyone is here, let the old people go in and explore the way first."

A strange smile appeared on Xia Mi's face, and he clapped his hands lightly.

Outside the Xixia Museum blockade

Beowulf looked at these old friends of his, and was also slightly moved.How many years have they not met these old guys?

Since the establishment of Kassel College and the Executive Department replaced the Secret Party Action Team, they, the group of old guys who only knew about hunting dragons, had no contact with each other. There were even a few of them who suffered too many injuries in their early years, or Already dead, or unable to pick up a sword, only the four of them are still in good health.

However, with Angers around, it can make up for the lack of combat power.

Beowulf glanced at Angers who was sitting calmly, and said calmly, "Ange, how long do you think it will take for your students to find the entrance to the Nibelungen?"

"Heh, you old bastard is shameless enough." Angers glanced at Beowulf, "Let my students work hard to find the entrance of the Nibelungen, and help you find the way by the way, I can't think of 'dragon addicts' The bloody ones also have times like this."

Beowulf grinned, and the white scales on his face parted slightly: "Then you're here to sit and enjoy what I have, too?"

"Huaxia people say that heaven and earth are kings and teachers. Teachers, what's wrong with the students' welfare?" Anger gave Beowulf a white look, lit a cut cigar and sucked it in his mouth.

Cadmus, Sigurd, and St. George looked at each other. They didn't expect Angers to cooperate with them, and it seemed that they had a good chat with Beowulf.

But in the next moment, Ange's face changed drastically, and the other four people were a little slower, but they also noticed it. It was already too late.

There was a cracking sound, and a black hole suddenly appeared under the five people's feet, and the five people were sucked in by this black hole.

"Damn!"

A sense of weightlessness came, and what caught the five people's eyes was a black tunnel, but this tunnel was perpendicular to the ground, and they were constantly falling, even Angers' words, time zero, could not slow down their progress. Falling speed.

"puff!"

Angers spat out a mouthful of blood, and an unknown force crushed the time-zero domain in an instant. The shattered domain backfired on Angers, causing certain trauma to his body.

Seeing this, Sigurd took off the alchemy sword Gorum on his back, and tried to pierce the sharp blade soaked in the blood of countless dragons, dead waiters, and undead into the black wall, but it could easily pierce a person. The holy sword of the three-generation dragon body was directly bounced off by the invisible barrier.

Feeling the actions of several people, Xia Mi couldn't help laughing.

Of course it’s okay to use the language spirit in the Nibelungen, but it’s just that the language spirit·time zero is used in the Nibelungen, the king of the sky and the wind. Isn’t this Li Gui robbing Li Kui?As for planning to use an alchemy sword to pierce the barrier of the Nibelungen, that is even more whimsical. How can the alchemy materials consumed to build the Nibelungen be able to pierce through this level of alchemy sword?What's more, they don't even know what they don't know what is in front of them.

After a long time, the five people finally felt the touch of their feet stepping on the ground, but at this time, the five of them all looked listless, as if five old people had just gone to a big health care for a night together.

"vomit!"

Feeling the dizziness and residual weightlessness, St. George half knelt on the ground and couldn't help vomiting.

The rest of the people heard St. George's vomiting and smelled the smell in the air, as if they had turned on a switch, and they also started vomiting at the same time.

Anger vomited for a while, and stood up enduring the nausea. He couldn't think at all now, his mind was a mess, as if he had been thrown into a giant drum washing machine and then shaken violently to dry, shaking him even I wonder if my brain has been thrown out.

After regaining some clarity, Angers looked around and found that the terrain of this Nibelungen seemed to be similar to the scene before their fall, except that there were many more classical palaces, but he was still a little dizzy, so his state was worse than others. Anglo, who was a little better, led them to change to a clean place to sit down and rest, and Cadmus, who had always been taciturn, couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it, the King of Sky and Wind is really despicable. As a monarch, he doesn't dare to fight us head-on, and he uses such despicable means to make us look like this."

"Should...it shouldn't be the trick of the King of Sky and Wind, otherwise we would have been attacked by now. I guess there is either something else plotting against us, or it was a real accident. Maybe the entrance of the Nibelungen was originally Where we were sitting." St. George said, covering his head.

"Didn't you realize that this is very similar to the scene we were in before... The Nibelungen... is an extension of the real world, so...so we might...really just sit at the entrance of the Nibelungen by accident Come on." Beowulf gasped violently and spoke intermittently.

Angers let out a foul breath and recalled: "I remember hearing a crackling sound when we fell. Flammel once said that the space barriers of the Nibelungen sometimes shatter due to the flow of elements. .”

"According to Flamel's research notes on the Nibelungen in the past, it can be determined that we should have just suddenly entered the crack of the space barrier. As for the tunnel we just saw, it should be just an illusion. We didn't actually do anything. Moving, let alone falling, is just that we suddenly accidentally entered the Nibelungen from the gap in the real world, instead of entering from the real "door". The unexpected space shuttle made our brain unable to adapt for a while, resulting in weightlessness Feelings and nausea. That is to say, our group of old guys are strong enough, and each of our bloodlines is outrageously inhuman, and the new batch of A-level young people may directly pass out."

"However..." Beowulf smiled wryly, even though he was always rigid, he couldn't hold back at this time, "I entered the Nibelungen by accident like this... I don't know what to say about us. Good luck or bad luck."

"I can't tell whether this is good news or bad news for us... But, a visit from a bad guest..."

Angers stood up, patted the dust off his buttocks, tightly held the jackknife in his hand, and looked at the dark passage ahead with bright golden pupils.

"This is definitely bad news for the masters here!"

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