Lu Zhengkang opened his eyes, he fell asleep in the corridor.
He seemed to have forgotten something. He turned around and saw a new relief on the dim wall, showing a person embracing another person from behind.
He slowly sat up and stretched out his hand. Silver-white fluff and mottled green scales spread on his arms. The fluff trembled slightly, and the reflection of the scales was like the eyes of a vicious villain.
His thoughts were a little confused. He reflected on his own state. The logic of human nature was weakening, and the madness of the trolls and the viciousness of the snakes were spreading. He looked at the darkness around him and felt extremely comfortable, but he was disgusted with his own light.
Lu Zhengkang spit out the snake message, and the hidden information in the air was also conveyed. There was the smell of dust, and the smell of spiritual matter, one dry and one empty, both were obvious.
Lu Zhengkang slowly lowered his hands, bent his legs and bent his waist, placing his palms against the ground. This posture made him feel relaxed.
He wants to drink blood and use his fangs to tear through the thick skin and tough muscles. The soreness and numbness of his gums and the warmth in his stomach are innate signals to eat...
Lu Zhengkang walked for a while, then slowly stood up straight. He used his sharp claws to tear off the skin. There was no blood flowing out from his limbs, waist, abdomen, and neck, but a faint blue mist. The skin he threw on the ground had the same texture.
It dissolved bit by bit and seeped into the dark brown stone tiles of the floor.
He didn't feel pain, he just felt tired, so much so that he felt like he was about to fall asleep. In the darkness ahead, the candlelight flickered, calling him to continue moving forward.
As he walked forward, it seemed as if a giant beast was breathing deep in the passage. For a moment, the thick fog submerged him. It didn't matter, Lu Zhengkang walked holding on to the wall.
The reliefs rubbed against his broken palms, the bumps and convexities of the human form, the stories of the world of mortals, and vague whispers rubbing against his temples.
"My dearest Mulvi, today I went to the Mara temple and bought a talisman that will bear witness to our love." This was the voice of a young man.
"Dutar, my child, must not die in Cyrodiil." An elderly mother.
"The demonic artifact is mine! You despicable mentor, don't even think about possessing Azula's Star by yourself!" A man, Lu Zhengkang, vaguely remembered that he wanted to help Azula's priest retrieve the demonic artifact, but the thought passed away in a flash.
Love, family affection, fame and fortune, power, force, magic, whatever makes people crazy, exciting, heartbreaking, angry, scary, are all under the palm of your hand, all in your ears, deer
Zhengkang felt that his boundless soul was squeezing into his body.
Another gust of wind blew, and Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes again.
…
Duan Harvey took off before the young man could throw out his spear, but he was too late to stop the blow from piercing his chest. The dragon's blood gurgled out from his chest and back. Every drop was as heavy as mercury. The dark purple blood droplets hit the ground and could hit the ground.
A pothole came.
It screamed in pain, flying in the air, and blood rained down.
Serana exclaimed, "He did it! Slay the dragon!"
"No, it's not even close." Belerica said calmly.
"I have confidence in him." Serana stopped watching the battle and concentrated on clearing out the skeletons on the periphery, making sure to make room for the boy to free his hands and feet.
"Winter, furious wind, ice and snow!" Lu Zhengkang roared, and the freezing frost stream chased the giant dragon in the sky. Dunhawe also roared: "Yutusu!" [Dragon Roar: Breath of Fire]
Ice and fire clashed, the god turned the horse's head, and the giant dragon dived.
The fierce warm wind blew rapidly, skeletons were flying, and all kinds of people bowed their heads. No matter the living or the dead, whether demons or elements, everyone was watching this ultimate strike.
The pride of a dragon does not allow him to retreat, and the courage of a man also inspires him to charge.
Victory, defeat, life and death are all at hand!
Duan Harvey opened his huge mouth and wrapped it around Lu Zhengkang like a net. Lu Zhengkang gathered all the blessing power from the gods on his right hand, gathered it around his waist, and the armor-less bone horse struggled to push away the obstacles blocking the way.
The skeleton, with bone fragments flying around its body, never stopped even when it disintegrated.
The huge mouth closed, like a guillotine falling!
A punch in the face is like a cannon soaring into the sky!
In the exploding light, Doon Harvey let out a shrill scream.
"Who won?" Serana looked anxiously, and was stabbed by the bright light to tears.
"It should be that boy."
It's that boy!
Lu Zhengkang jumped up high and punched the dragon's upper jaw. Finally, the dragon's bones were so tough that they could not be broken. The young man's thin body emerged from the fist mark, stepping on the dragon's head, step by step, to the
Between the eyebrows, he lowered his head and looked at the giant dragon.
There was no anger in Duan Harvey's eyes, only calmness and comfort. He bowed his head to the ground with a relaxed posture.
"Morokei sil,an dii faaz. (Glorious soul, end my pain.)"
Lu Zhengkang nodded, closed his eyes, and used one of the secrets of mind power martial arts, which is also his most powerful attack now.
The mighty palm of the second level great god with absolute mental power!
The thick clouds in the sky were pushed away by the air waves, and the huge palm print caused half of the cemetery to collapse, leaving a large pit in the ground. The body of the giant dragon was intact, but all the keel bones were broken.
"Well done." Duan Harvey said softly, his body burned with purple flames, and the dragon soul rose into the sky.
The Skeleton Sea calmed down and gradually collapsed.
After this battle, everything settled.
Serana ran over, and the young man Lu Zhengkang nodded to her and then disappeared.
Tuliano gently touched a small skull on his waist, and he felt a weak soul sleeping inside.
"It's good that I'm not dead, that's good..."
Serana and Belerica chatted for a while, and after agreeing on their opinions, they walked towards Tuliano together.
The vampire mistress said the first time she saw this silly Nord: "There is something wrong with your soul."
Tuliano rolled his eyes fiercely, "What are you talking about!"
"All the souls in the Soul Cairn have problems. Abnormality is normal, but you are just too normal."
Tuliano said angrily: "Looking for trouble?"
Serana comforted her, "Don't be impatient. My mother has been studying magic for thousands of years and has a good say in your illness."
"Oh." Tuliano was indeed comforted.
"The souls wandering here have been exhausted, and they can't find rest here. This place is full of malice towards souls, whether it's the pumice spiers, the soul cages, the soul-sucking gems, or even the black men wandering in the cemetery.
Skeletons, preachers of the Lord of Truth, etc., the final outcome of this world is to be swallowed up by the eyes of heaven and turned into complete nothingness."
Serana looked shocked, and Tuliano frowned, "That's not right, I'm not sick!"
"Your mental state is very unstable. Serana said that you completely lost consciousness for a period of time and became stunned. This shows that the power to help you resist the assimilation of the world is not endless. You must as soon as possible
Escape from here, and only the blood of our mother and daughter can open the passage. You have to follow us, but you have to hand over the soul of the boy."
Tuliano was confused, "What...what..."
Serana rushed over and shook his light head, "Don't fall asleep! Wake up!"
What happened next made the two vampires look shocked.
What a seven-foot tall man, and he turned into a woman little by little.
Jia Erna lowered her head and gently stroked Lu Zhengkang's skull, "My son, you are here too."
