I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

  Chapter 598 One-Handed Dragon Capture

   Qingyun Temple is located on several peaks around Qingyun Peak, surrounded by clouds and mists. Once ordinary people break in, they will lose their way, and they can only get out by kneeling down and confessing their sins.

  Today, two uninvited guests ushered in the sky above the clouds and mists. One had an ordinary face and was dressed as a scribe, while the other was dressed in fluttering white clothes.

   "Brother Luo, here is the Qingyun Temple, should we pay respects first and then send a greeting card?"

  Dong Lijun's eyes were bright, looking at the mountain guard formation in Qingyun Temple below.

   "Don't bother, just say hello!"

   After finishing speaking, Luo Hong's right palm slammed black, and suddenly a three-foot-long black ghost claw condensed out over the formation.

   Immediately, without saying a word, Luo Hong pressed down her right palm fiercely, and saw the Raksha ghost hand also smashed down, and hit a layer of red mask that suddenly appeared.

   "Brother Luo, this is a double-yang demon formation, and it is extremely restrained against treasures with yin attributes, you"

Seeing the gloomy spirit in the hands of the Raksha ghost, Dong Lijun hurriedly reminded her, but unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, the Raksha ghost's hand was actually holding the raging red sun fire, and tore out a piece of the mask. big hole.

   "Fellow Daoist of Qingyun Temple, come out and meet."

  At this time, Luo Hong didn't follow the trend to break into it, but let out a voice transmission.

  Under the blessing of great mana, Luo Hong's light words echoed clearly among Qingyun Peak and the surrounding peaks, and immediately made all the Taoist priests of Qingyun Temple look up.

  The red-faced old man turned cold when he heard the sound, and his eyes showed a fierce look. Leaving the two female Taoists behind, they turned into a ray of light and walked towards the gap in the formation.

   "Where is the fellow Taoist, come to my Qingyun Temple to make trouble?!"

  The red-faced old Taoist is the great elder of Qingyun Temple, and the only monk in the middle Nascent Soul stage in the temple.

   Seeing him come forward to deal with it, all the Taoist priests in the audience couldn't help feeling relieved, and then thought of watching the fun.

  The red-faced old man was not far away, and in addition, he flew away at full speed in a rage, and in more than ten breaths, he came to the gap in the formation.

   Looking around, I saw two Nascent Soul cultivators, a man and a woman, hanging outside the formation, and there was no trace of the opponent's means to break through the formation.

   Among them, the female cultivator, who had a red-faced old Taoist impression, was Mr. Li Shan from the Hongru Academy. The Haoran Dangqi Jue was very pure and not easy to match.

  However, if she dared to enter the mountain gate of Qingyun Temple alone, she would not know how to write dead words!

  So, after the red-faced old man glanced at Dong Lijun, he turned his attention to the scholar man beside her.

  Swept by his spiritual sense, the red-faced old Taoist only felt that the other party was covered in a layer of cloud and mist, unable to see through or distinguish clearly, and Mr. Li Shan faintly regarded him as the main one.

  This person is not simple, you must deal with it carefully!

  Although the red-faced old man was terrified in his heart, he leaned against the sect at this time, and asked himself that even if the monks in the late Yuanying period came in person, he would not be able to take him down in a short time, so he did not show any timidity at the moment, and asked with a frosty face:

   "Who are you, why did you break my formation?"

   "Haha, I was just saying hello, so I hope fellow Taoists don't blame you.

  My surname is Luo and my name is Hong. I am a casual cultivator in the mountains. I am here for nothing else, just to ask you Qingyun Temple to hand over one person! "

  Luo Hong smiled lightly, and responded politely.

   "Hand over?"

  The red-faced old man pondered for a while, then realized who Luo Hong was talking about, and then a sneer appeared on his face, staring at Dong Li Jun and said:

   "What? Is Hongru Academy planning to stand up for the disciples who joined the WTO?

  Fairy Dong, have you thought through the consequences of doing this? ! "

   "Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding, this matter is led by Luo, and has nothing to do with Hongru Academy.

  Luo and Qi Fenglei are old acquaintances, and I asked fellow Taoists to save face. They have been imprisoned for ten years, and it is almost the same! "

  Luo Hong put on a pleasant expression at this moment, completely different from when he just broke the formation without saying a word.

   "Hmph, there is no face to talk about!

  Since a Jiazi is set, a Jiazi must be closed!

  If he is released in advance, how can my Qingyun Temple gain a foothold in Dajin! "

  The red-faced old man was unwilling to back down a step, and said very forcefully.

  After hearing this, all the Taoist priests in the temple, big and small, were excited and full of enthusiasm, wishing to contribute to Qingyun Temple immediately.

   "Oh, then don't stand on your feet!" Luo Hong seemingly casually said.

"what!"

  The red-faced old man suddenly suspected that he had heard it wrong, but he soon lost the mood to distinguish.

  As soon as the voice fell, Luo Hong did not hesitate to sacrifice the Raksha ghost hand, and gathered a huge ghost hand to slap the red-faced old man.

   "Late overhaul!"

  Sensing the breath of mana released by Luo Hong, the red-faced old man's complexion changed suddenly, and he didn't dare to meet the Raksha ghost's hand, and retreated into the big formation with a flash of his figure.

  The gap that was blasted by Luo Hong just now has already recovered at this time, but the Shuangyang Demon Array in a normal state obviously cannot stop Luo Hong's offensive.

  The red-faced old man knew this very well, so after retreating into the formation, he immediately sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the Qianyang Fire Orb.

  The dragon pattern on the surface of the bead flashed, and the next moment it came alive, twisting its body and flying away from the orb, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a huge gilded fire dragon more than thirty feet long.

As soon as the dragon appeared, he opened his mouth and sucked in, swallowing the countless scarlet flames condensed into his belly. Not only did the flames on his body become stronger, but his aura also increased sharply, faintly breaking through the late Nascent Soul Posture!

  However, despite displaying such amazing supernatural powers, the red-faced old man didn't look good at all, and at this moment, he said in a solemn voice:

   "All the disciples of Qingyun Temple immediately entered the formation and fought against the enemy with the old man!

  Master Nephew Leng, quickly go to your master and tell him to leave immediately! go! "

   While he was speaking, the Raksha ghost hand had already fled to the vicinity of the dragon's head, and saw the golden fire dragon's eyes burst with red sun, and he opened his mouth to spit out a thick pillar of flames.

   It stands to reason that under the flames of the Supreme Yang Spirit, a magical weapon as dark as the Raksha Ghost Hand would definitely be severely injured.

  However, the silk of the ghost-faced silkworm is invulnerable to water and fire, and the mere scarlet flames can't hurt it at all.

  Therefore, Luo Hong squeezed his right fist violently, driving the Raksha ghost hand against the pillar of fire in front of it, and kept blasting upwards, hitting the dragon head of the gold-plated fire dragon fiercely with the momentum of breaking bamboo.

  The force of this blow was really ferocious, and the huge dragon head of the gold-plated fire dragon was dented in a large part, and it fell back and fell over with a howl.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Hong raised her mana suddenly, and the Raksha ghost hand doubled in an instant, turning into a giant hand more than six feet long. body.

"not good!"

  The red-faced old man knew he was about to suffer when he saw this, and quickly cast a spell to order the body of the gilded fire dragon to inflate again, trying to prop up the Raksha ghost's hand.

  But with Luo Hong's right hand slowly exerting force, instead of being stretched, the Raksha ghost hand pinched the dragon's body and dented it

  (end of this chapter)