Chapter 111 Dragon

Most of the time, Zhou Ze couldn't quite understand Tie Hanhan's (nickname for someone very straightforward and headstrong) habits.

But whether he could understand it or not could be put aside for now because Tie Hanhan had already gone down.

The phrase "there are five isolated ones" from the other side,

was truly arrogant to the extreme.

Today, the two of them were like a brilliant firework, only seeking enjoyment, only seeking a fleeting moment. If they were to demand rationality or anything else, it would be meaningless.

If one were to ignore the severely injured effeminate man that Grand Eunuch Da Changqiu was always carrying, there were still five capable Changshi (Palace Attendants) here.

Actually,

there was one thing

that made Da Changqiu quite admirable.

He had been chased by Ying Gou all the way, and despite tricking many tribes and even harming Song Emperor Yu, he had always carried his injured and dying "little brother" with him, never thinking of leaving behind this burden. That was quite true to his nature.

At this moment,

Da Changqiu stood at the front,

with four Changshi lined up behind him, each with a cat on their shoulder, only differing in color.

A Changshi with a cat seemed to be standard equipment.

Somewhat like the tradition of the Embroidered Uniform Guard always being equipped with Embroidered Spring Blades and Flying Fish Robes.

When Ying Gou landed,

Da Changqiu and the four Changshi immediately separated,

and the four cats each transformed into huge dharma forms to help their respective Changshi fight the enemy.

It seemed like a chaotic battle,

but the coordination and cooperation between them were truly seamless, as if naturally occurring. If one of the Ten Kings of Hell were to be randomly picked and thrown in, they would probably die immediately.

Unfortunately,

they were facing Ying Gou.

When it came to fighting,

it wasn't that Ying Gou looked down on anyone,

but everyone here

was trash.

He had been under Emperor Huang's command in the ancient times, fighting in the east and west,

and then he had come to Hell alone and slaughtered the demons and gods there, causing them to flee in panic.

Zhou Ze had always felt that

people like Tie Hanhan were unlikely to live long,

and the reason why he had been able to live long and live so well back then

was very simple:

one word:

strong!

I don't know anything else, but I know how to fight!

That was enough.

Three punches and two kicks, no weapons, not even the scene of "mountains collapsing and rivers flowing backward,"

the battle between the two sides was actually more like an instant transition from Xuanhuan (fantasy genre) to Jin Yong's Wuxia (martial arts genre) world.

Punches and kicks flew,

exceptionally down-to-earth.

But laymen watched the spectacle, while experts watched the details. This seemingly "cold" fight was actually an expression of both sides calculating the use of their strength to the most minute degree.

Unlike the previous desperate fight between King Pingdeng Lu and the effeminate man, both of whom were severely injured,

the released power would immediately smash the ghost soldiers watching the excitement on the ground to death.

That was only a seemingly grand and lively scene,

but in reality, it was a lower grade.

"Meow!"

The dharma form of an orange cat was crushed by Ying Gou's finger,

and the chest of the Changshi that cat belonged to was also collapsed by Ying Gou's punch.

Then,

Ying Gou opened his fangs

and bit the neck of another Changshi, shattering it,

and his fingernails flew, sweeping away the spotted cat.

The five-person siege,

the extremely skilled cooperation,

the seamless coordination,

in front of Ying Gou's unparalleled strength and experience,

quickly disintegrated.

"Roar!"

With a roar,

he tore a Changshi apart with both hands

and kicked another Changshi away,

the battle finally entered its first pause with the five eunuchs retreating and scattering.

The torn Changshi began to recover his body,

and even the shattered cat was restored,

while those Changshi who had not suffered a major blow fell into a state of weakness, almost tottering.

"In...ter...est...ing..."

Ying Gou smiled.

The other five people

had dispersed the damage

and maintained reserves amongst themselves.

So, although he had repeatedly succeeded in severely injuring the other side,

no one had died.

These castrated people,

had cut off their own descendants,

but they were interconnected,

dependent on each other.

Descendants were meant to continue their own bloodline,

but as long as they gathered together,

it was equivalent to a kind of immortality,

so why bother with the burden of descendants?

"Can you still fight?" Zhou Ze asked worriedly.

"Not...tired..."

Although Ying Gou answered this way,

Zhou Ze could already feel the faint fatigue emanating from Ying Gou's body.

And the five Changshi around them

looked at Ying Gou with extreme horror in their eyes,

and for the moment,

no one dared to come forward again.

Because they knew that

the next time they were torn apart by the other side,

with everyone overexerted,

the person who was killed

would not be able to recover.

One person,

with his own strength,

had actually fought their joint attack of five Changshi and still intimidated them!

In sixty years,

they were going to replace the Ten Kings of Hell,

but today,

at this moment,

they had already had an indelible fear planted in their hearts

by the person in front of them!

They even felt that

the other side didn't seem to be using his full strength, and one thing was very clear: the other side had not fully recovered!

Ying Gou sighed,

a thoughtful look in his eyes.

In his mind,

a picture appeared.

Zhou Ze knew that

Ying Gou was reminiscing,

and because of his current "special" state,

he also witnessed Ying Gou's reminiscence.

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A vast world,

boundless and immense,

on top of a mountain range,

stood Ying Gou, his upper body bare.

The mountain range beneath his feet

was white bone, formed from accumulated corpses.

Mountains of corpses piled up,

and yet, I remain immortal!

In the distance,

many frightened enemies could be seen,

no one dared to step forward,

not even dare to look directly.

At that time, runes appeared on Ying Gou's body,

and every move he made

seemed to involve the four directions of the world.

At that time,

even after a great battle,

he was at his peak

compared to now!

"You can kneel if you want,

I, Ying Gou,

will not kneel!"

These words

were spoken to the people nearby,

but Ying Gou's gaze

was fixed on the sky.

If I were to kneel,

why didn't I kneel to Emperor Huang when the world submitted?

Drinking and reveling,

we were brothers.

Now that you've become the lord,

you want me to kneel?

Heh,

if I were willing to kneel,

why wait until now?

Kneeling to Emperor Huang back then

and then sharing the ancestral temple together,

wouldn't that be a more worthwhile kneel?

A more valuable kneel?

A kneel with more to gain?

"Boom!"

The sky of Hell

seemed to be torn apart at this moment,

and at this time,

there was still no blood moon in the sky of Hell.

The blood moon was born after Ying Gou fell.

Why did it appear?

Was it man-made or accidental?

Because no one investigated,

no one knew.

The sky was torn apart,

and two hands, so huge that they seemed capable of overturning the entire Hell, slowly descended,

grabbing towards Ying Gou standing on the mountain of corpses.

Its majestic power

was like the wrath of the heavens!

The most striking thing

was that on the ring finger of one of the hands, there seemed to be an ancient ring.

The memory

stopped at this moment.

Zhou Ze was a little disappointed,

because instinctively,

he sensed that he might be able to see the truth about Tie Hanhan's fall next,

but he seemed to be doing it on purpose, just not letting him see it.

So distant?

I'm about to die with you,

and you're still hiding it from me?

Ying Gou looked around,

and in the distance,

even more rolling dark clouds swept in.

Behind the dark clouds,

who knew how many contemporary giants of Hell were hidden!

"I...still...have...things...to...do..."

Ying Gou said.

For some reason,

after hearing these words,

the five eunuchs present breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Da Changqiu was almost about to step forward and add with obsequious flattery: You have things to do, you go ahead and do them, we won't see you off.

"Die...one..."

The eunuchs present instantly fell silent,

their eyes

full of horror.

Die one,

meaning,

choose one person to die!

"Or...all...die..."

Ying Gou offered a two-choice condition.

Either one person died,

or everyone died.

He had promised King Pingdeng,

one cat and one eunuch

was the price for King Pingdeng's "life."

Destroying Song Emperor's city and severely injuring Song Emperor Yu were just some of the interest.

Ying Gou valued his promises.

He had to finish what he had promised!

Da Changqiu laughed "hehe,"

just as he was about to step forward to say something,

however,

at this moment,

one of the four Changshi suddenly formed a hand seal,

directly pointing it at the position of his own celestial spirit cover.

In an instant,

his soul began to melt,

but his face

was filled with a smile.

Da Changqiu was struck as if by lightning,

and the other three Changshi quickly surrounded the "suicided" Changshi,

their eyes filled with tears,

almost crying out in grief.

Da Changqiu gritted his teeth.

He wanted to utter bold words,

he wanted to volunteer to fight,

he hated it,

he was angry,

he was unwilling,

but at this moment, he knelt down,

and trembled,

"Please inspect and accept!"

After seeing the Changshi's body completely dissipate,

Ying Gou nodded,

and then opened his hands,

his ten fingers

bent a little,

and one of them

folded up,

leaving only

nine.

"Huff..."

Ying Gou sighed.

"What's the relationship between these Ten Attendants and that hand?"

Boss Zhou suddenly asked.

"No...re...la...tion..."

"You're fooling a fool, no relation!"

"Uh..."

"..." Zhou Ze.

After a while,

Ying Gou suddenly asked:

"Seen...dragon...before...?"

"Does it count in cartoons? I haven't seen a real one."

"Want...to...see...?"

"Want to."

He really wanted to,

a dragon.

Ying Gou's figure instantly disappeared

and appeared in the air.

At this moment,

the clothes on his upper body shattered,

revealing his bare upper body.

Runes began to flicker,

and two dazzling fangs were revealed!

"Roar!"

With a roar,

the dark clouds in this area directly dissipated,

revealing the magnificent form of a white bone dragon,

and on top of the dragon's head,

sat a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was dumbfounded at this moment.

I just came to watch the excitement,

so many people are watching the excitement,

why choose me?

Ying Gou took a step forward,

his figure rushing towards the dragon's head.

The Taoist priest's eyes narrowed,

and countless spells and talismans were thrown at Ying Gou,

but they were all disintegrated by the runes on Ying Gou's body in an instant.

"Bang!"

The Taoist priest's body was directly knocked away by Ying Gou,

crashing heavily from the air,

his life or death unknown.

And at this moment,

Ying Gou replaced him,

standing on top of the dragon's head,

and stomped down!

"Puff!"

The huge white bone dragon head shattered directly,

but the dragon's body still floated and danced in the air.

"Now...you...see...it...?"