Super Dragon Cultivation System

Looking from high up in the sky, the entire Prince's Mansion was in ruins and scorched earth. One could not tell that it was the biggest and most magnificent building apart from the Imperial Palace.    

A forbidden spell, doomsday Judgement, had vaporized tens of thousands of people in the Imperial Residence, but it didn't include Ou Lu's family.    

In an instant, the sky was clear again. The sun was shining brightly, and only the scorched earth of the mansion and the countless... vengeful souls were floating in the air!    

Ou Lu's body swayed, and he lost all of his magic power. He fell straight down onto the ground.    

Although he had the support of the Demon Emperor Set, he had emptied all of his devil strength and physical strength. It would take him at least a year and a half to recover.    

Morris waved his hand, and his combat power supported Third Brother's body as he slowly landed on the ground.    

Sigh!    

He let out a long sigh. Was it worth it to sacrifice tens of thousands of people just for one person?    

He thought back to the time when he fought on the battlefield with his big brother, so what if tens of thousands of people died? A large-scale rebellion, at least a hundred thousand, over a million people died.    

At that time, he didn't even frown, and he was still happy!    

After so many years of settling down, his heart was as hard as steel. Why did he have so many doubts about this battle?    

Why did the uneasiness in Zhang Xing's heart become stronger and stronger after he died in the sea of fire?    

Putting Ou Lu down, he looked around as if he was looking for something.    

No one would survive. He sent the dirt in front of him flying with a punch. There was nothing.    

Walking to the original living room, he remembered that he had conspired with a group of civil servants and generals not too long ago.    

But they were all dead...    

For some reason, his heart softened. He pitied those people. Their deaths were worth it. They died for the sake of our brothers' grand plan.    

We should be proud of them, but why would we have... the feeling of a rabbit dying and a fox mourning?    

Shaking his head, he dispelled the weak thoughts in his mind. It's better to bring Third Brother to my residence to recuperate. His wife and child are waiting there.    

When he turned around to look at Ou Lu who was lying on the ground, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.    

Rubbing his eyes, he shook the cephalo- with all his strength and slapped himself twice.    

He stared at it again...    

He staggered three steps back.    

"You... are you a human or a... ghost?"    

They saw a child pouting his butt and taking off Ou Lu's robe. When he heard the voice, he turned his head and grinned, then continued to work.    

"No! This is impossible!"    

"You are... Zhang Xing?"    

His chest heaved up and down as he spoke with great difficulty.    

His eyes were filled with shock, shock, doubt, and confusion. All kinds of chaotic emotions were surging.    

What the hell! No, it was a ghost! That wasn't the living Zhang Xing, it must be his soul.    

He died with everlasting regret under the Demon Emperor Set's curse. He hated it to the bone, and wanted to take it away before going to hell.    

He clenched his fist tightly. No, he couldn't let him take it away. That was Third Brother's life-saving treasure. With it, his big brother wouldn't dare to make a move easily.    

"Zhang Xing, I know that you have died an injustice, but we are enemies. If you don't die, then we will die."    

"So, don't hold any hatred in your heart. Put down your imperial weapon and I will let you go. Otherwise, I will punch you until your soul is shattered and you will never be reincarnated."    

Morris took two steps forward and took another step back.    

"Hehe, go and scare the hell out of me!"    

Zhang Xing took off his magic robe and looked at it in his hand.    

"Not bad, not bad. It is a top quality material. It can block the wind and rain. Try it on."    

"F * ck! It's too big and doesn't fit. It's better to keep it for later."    

Morris's shocked expression froze on his face. No, that's not right. Souls couldn't speak, and it was impossible for them to have such a real body.    

"Zhang Xing, you... you're not dead?"    

"Damn you, you're the one who's dead!"    

Zhang Xing took off his crown and reached out to grab the staff.