Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

"You guys fight. My control over Yang Wu Lei is a bit weak, and it's easy to accidentally hurt others." Lu Mingfei made up an excuse to cover up that he was using the Twelve Labors Formation.

"Lu Mingfei, you take care of hope. Leave this grave-crying to me." Yun rushed forward, carrying the measuring ruler imbued with Qi.

Under the nourishment of the Qi of the clouds, the Measuring Ruler entered the "transformation" stage, becoming a tool that can enhance itself. Inputting Qi can extend the attack range of the Measuring Ruler.

Yun brandished the Measuring Ruler and engaged Xue Fan in a fierce battle, their attacks evenly matched for a time.

The mournful cries still echoed in the air, disturbing the peace of mind of those present.

The Soul-Guiding Banner in Xue Fan's hand was also nourished by Qi for a long time, and it, along with Yun's Measuring Ruler, entered the realm of materialization.

Xiao Xiao, who was gathering his strength, assisted from the side. He and Yun worked together quite well and soon suppressed Xue Fan.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but sigh, "These two work so well together, they must have been inseparable since childhood. Unlike me, I'm bound to accidentally hurt friendly fire. If only I could turn off friendly fire."

He watched the battlefield with the detached, almost detached, interest.

"Ugh... Ah..." hope, who was circulating her qi to suppress the corpse poison, had fine beads of sweat on her forehead and was in increasing pain under the influence of the wailing.

Xiao Xiao was drawn by hope's painful voice. In the instant he was distracted, a white banner tip suddenly swung out in front of him. He exhaled in the other direction to move his body slightly, but he couldn't stop the unpredictable banner tip from grazing his arm.

A bruise instantly appeared on his arm.

The sound of wailing followed, and he felt his mind wavering. He experienced a brief moment of mental confusion, as if something was vying for control of him.

"Xiao Xiao, get out of the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun's measuring ruler landed in front of Xue Fan, stopping his next move.

"The masked guy is quite wary," Xue Fan praised Yun amidst his mournful wails, followed by even more pitiful cries, "Why won't you let me hit you again? So many of you hit me so many times, why won't you let me hit you even once...?"

Yun held the measuring ruler in his hand, wary of Xue Fan. His gaze fell on Xiao Xiao's arm, which was already covered in black sores. He couldn't get the arm off his opponent for a long time, and two of his own men had already fallen for the opponent's trick.

She couldn't help but look at Lu Mingfei. Why wasn't he making a move yet? What was he waiting for?

Upon seeing that the two had been affected, Xue Fan went through all the sad memories and burst into tears.

"Waaaaah, four grown men are bullying me! Is there no justice in this world? Waaah... Hehehe, four people are bullying me... Hehehe..."

The person who was crying at the grave suddenly became secretly pleased, even laughing out loud, and it seemed to be growing louder.

"Hahaha, what a miserable life... Hahahaha..."

The mourner suddenly found himself seamlessly transitioning from wailing to laughter, without any warning, as if the transition had been erased by the Crimson King.

He burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The abnormalities within his body became increasingly apparent. He even felt his meridians being relentlessly manipulated in one direction, specifically the pericardium meridian, which governs joy.

The undead attached to the corpse poison he had blasted away stopped their invasion of his body because of his maniacal laughter, and the sudden burst of laughter terrified him.

He remained unmoved no matter how hard he tried to suppress his urge to laugh.

hope, who had been struggling to suppress the undead, was no longer covered in sweat and looked relaxed. Xiao Xiao was surprised to find his body suddenly back to normal.

"Be careful, his crying can affect the people he hits," Xiao Xiao warned.

"It seems you reminded me too late." Yun looked at Xue Fan, who was squatting on the ground laughing heartily, with a puzzled expression.

One second they're crying, the next they're suddenly laughing. Even if the people of Quanxing are capricious, they wouldn't abandon their own abilities.

The three of them looked at Xue Pan, who seemed to have given up resisting, and were completely bewildered.

The person was crying and laughing at the same time, which made people very worried about their mental state. If they were to pull out some strange and twisted thing from their crotch, it would no longer be a matter of physical or magical damage, but rather mental pollution.

The three of them looked at Lu Mingfei, who was watching the battle, again.

The response was still one of bewilderment.

"Why are you looking at me again? I know I'm handsome, and I know my girlfriend is beautiful and likes me a lot. You don't need to be jealous of me," Lu Mingfei said jokingly.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't expected that the grave weeping man could manipulate his sorrowful meridians and immerse him in them. When he manipulated the other man's pericardium meridian, which governs joy, it created a tug-of-war-like struggle.

They had to use even greater power to overwhelm the opponent's abilities, which finally crushed them and plunged them into endless "joy".

This completely crippled the mourner's ability to wail, and his uncontrollable laughter rendered the other party unable to move normally, making them like fish on a chopping board.

The other three couldn't help but clench their fists when they heard Lu Mingfei's lovey-dovey remarks. If they hadn't considered that they might not be able to withstand the Golden Light Mantra and Yang Wu Lei, they might have already punched Lu Mingfei on the head.

They recalled Lu Mingfei's earlier remarks, in which he expressed his dissatisfaction with the grave mourners, saying that the grave mourners should have been happy.

Sure enough, as soon as Lu Mingfei finished speaking, the grave weeping man let out a strange laugh.

Lu Mingfei did not stop, but continued to please the grave weeping man. Less than half a minute into the exchange, the grave weeping man suddenly changed his behavior and burst into loud laughter, even ignoring the three people in front of him who could attack him at any moment.

This bizarre and strange scene made hope swallow hard, and his gaze towards Lu Mingfei changed, filled with a hint of fear. Just a few words could change the abilities of someone who had cultivated for decades. It was terrifying. He actually had the idea of ​​never getting close to Lu Mingfei again.

Yun's eyes, hidden beneath a black and red mask, revealed a rational gaze. Lu Mingfei had only displayed the Golden Light Spell and Yang Five Thunders, but unexpectedly, he possessed a third ability. Yun was surprised to suddenly witness the other party's true power.

"Words...words become law?!" Xiao Xiao exclaimed in surprise.

He had heard his master mention this ability before. The ability to influence the rules of reality through language in cultivation can be called "words become law," "silent meditation," or "mantra magic," among other names. However, people who cultivate this ability are generally careful to keep their language as concise as possible, or even remain silent altogether, to avoid influencing the rules of reality.

Those who can influence the rules of reality through language are all extremely powerful individuals, and they are very cautious about what they say.

But... the Lu Mingfei in front of me was talking nonsense and spouting gibberish. He didn't seem like a superhuman who cultivated language skills at all.

Could it be that this person has reached the legendary state of "returning to simplicity"? And can speak without restraint now?

But how could this happen to someone in their early twenties?

This huge strangeness and contrast distorted Xiao Xiao's expression, and he still couldn't figure out what was going on.

Lu Mingfei was still using the Twelve Labors of Emotion Array to forcefully manipulate Xue Fan's pericardium sutra, feeling the strange gazes of the three people beside him.

"Damn it, let me tell you, I, Lu Mingfei, am a straight man, and the three of you can't take me down. Don't even think about it!"

He hugged himself and shrank back.

Chapter 81 He's an undercover agent...

"No, Lu Mingfei, you're overthinking it. Did you cause that guy's condition?" Xiao Xiao pointed at Xue Fan, who was still laughing heartily and shuffling on the ground trying to back away.

Lu Mingfei shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

The three reacted differently to Lu Mingfei, but all maintained a wait-and-see attitude.

The person crying at the grave was laughing so hard they were almost out of breath, their arms were weak from laughing so hard, and they struggled to circulate their qi so they could barely speak.

"Lei Yanpao Gao Ning, ha, you bastard... you petty bastard, all I did was steal your 'materials' once, I'll find you one... ten 'materials' when I get back, haha, you're not going to deal with him, hahaha, that old bastard Lu Jin, you're going to deal with me? At such a crucial moment, you actually attacked me, are you trying to kill me? Do you still want to stay in Quanxing?"

The mourner's facial muscles twitched with laughter, tears of "happiness" slid from the corners of his eyes, and large drops of water fell from his cheeks onto his clothes, wetting a patch. His hoarse laughter echoed endlessly in the woods.

His shout startled the others, putting them on high alert.

Lei Yanpao Gao Ning is one of the four most difficult opponents, especially in a prolonged battle, where his sneak attacks are extremely difficult to defend against.

Apart from the hoarse laughter, there was no other sound in the empty, dark forest. The eerie situation made the others break out in a cold sweat, as they couldn't tell whether the other person was actually there or not.

Lei Yanpao was no match for the three of them, so they decided to preserve their strength and consider retreating.

The grave-weeper, laughing wildly, continued to approach the edge of the woods, making promises about the "materials."

His heart was already churning with turmoil. Even if Lei Yanpao was no human being and was an extreme beast, the probability of him attacking him under the current circumstances was extremely low.

Moreover, he had just witnessed the Four Madmen lying in ambush on Lu Jin, so how could they possibly launch a surprise attack on him at this moment?

The grave-weeper's methods were suppressed, and his mental state was tormented by his uncontrollable laughter. He had never cried misery in his life, and for the first time, he was enveloped by indescribable fear. He had no fighting spirit at all and only thought about escaping.

He scrambled up the dark green bushes, hoping his lie would buy him time to escape.

“Lei Yanpao isn’t here.” Lu Mingfei pointed out what the others were worried about.

Bullshit! I did that thunder and smoke bomb. If I could admit it directly, I would have shown off with my bravado.

"Yun, take him down!" Lu Mingfei moved forward a bit, because the Grave Cryer was about to leave the Twelve Labors Formation's range, and there was still a little time before the Grave Cryer's emotions collapsed, so only others could deal with the Grave Cryer.

Lu Mingfei's resolute expression caught Yun's eye. Without saying a word, Yun swung the measuring rod at the grave mourner not far away.

The measuring rod of the transformed matter instantly extended its attack range, slashing towards the grave weeping man with unstoppable momentum.

The mourner raised his feeble arm to try and defend himself, but was knocked away by a powerful blow that severed his arm.

Blood flowed, and excruciating pain surged through his brain. Instead of howling in agony, he could only laugh wildly, his twitching smile more painful than tears.

After this attack, Yun confirmed that Lei Yanpao was no longer there. He pushed off with his feet and flew out, turning into a blur.

He kicked away the soul-guiding banner stained with corpse poison, grabbed the grave weeping man by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him heavily against the rough tree trunk.

The gravedigger noticed Lu Mingfei's farewell gesture and the distance between them that gave him a sense of familiarity.

Could it be that the person controlling his pericardium meridian is Lu Mingfei?

"I... haha, I admit defeat, I surrender. Hand me over to Nadutong Company for disposal." The grave weeper forced a kind smile onto his ugly face, hoping to gain a little sympathy.

"All members of Quanxing deserve to die!" Yun practically spat out these words through clenched teeth, his entire body radiating intense killing intent.

Through the opening in the cloud's mask, the grave weeper saw a pair of eyes dominated by hatred and anger. The blood-red eyes were devoid of any other emotion, filled with a murderous desire. Surrounding these eyes was hideous skin, ugly and twisted, which made the grave weeper pause for a moment.

Yun raised the measuring ruler towards the mourner at the grave.

"Wait, hahaha, I know a secret, hahaha, Lu Mingfei is a member of the Quanxing (a secret society), he knows the Twelve Labors..."

Click.

Yun ignored the grave-weeper's next words and snapped his neck. Not satisfied with that, he made a fist-sized hole in the grave-weeper's chest and pulled out a bright red object that was gradually stopping beating.

"Why? Why! Why..."

Holding the object in her hands, Yun was very confused and kept asking questions in a trembling voice.

The grave weeping man, with an ugly smile, tilted his head to the side and collapsed limply to one side.

"Yun!" The short Xi quickly approached Yun, who had killed the grave mourner, his face filled with sorrow and his eyebrows tightly furrowed.

Xiao Xiao put his hand on hope's shoulder, stopping her from walking over, and gently shook his head.

Yun stared at the object in her hand for a few seconds, then closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, tossed the object aside, and whispered something.

“I will bear the death of the grave mourners alone; it has nothing to do with you.”

“No, the grave mourner is on the All-Touch Company’s death list. If anyone resists, they can be killed!” Lu Mingfei said calmly.

He took out the documents and showed them to the outsider, then spoke again, "The person who killed the grave weeper will not bear any responsibility and will receive a certain amount of assistance from the company."

I don't know how much help the stingy Nadutong company will provide.