If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

  Chapter 249 Drunk lying down and calling knights at night, the east wind blows into the dragon-slaying field! 【8.5k】

  The voice of immature children, accompanied by the sound of the white crane flapping its wings and hitting the clouds, spread throughout the middle of the river.

  The child's voice was not high-pitched, even weak because of hunger, intermittent, and occasionally accompanied by weeping.

  Like the walking dead, the people who followed the mighty flood of victims and went to the distance also turned their heads and looked at the white crane that radiated brilliance.

   "Man-eating dragons, adults who don't care, river roads that can't get out..."

   Someone sighed, and there was no brilliance in their eyes.

   "This adult who wrote the article wants to avenge the little people and kill the dragon in Changliu City?"

  The middle course of the river is vast, covering a distance of eight thousand miles from north to south.

  Even if it is a world-renowned famous horse, it will take seven or eight days to cross the middle of the river if it runs hard and rests in the middle.

  Shenhuo monks use divine fire to control vitality and sword light, the same is true.

   Only monks in the seventh realm are faster.

  Cultivator Zhaoxing has endless energy, and his speed is extremely fast. Controlling a mysterious light, it may only take four or five days to cross the middle of the river.

  Spiritual monks should be a little slower. If they run long distances, they need to cross mountains and ridges. If they use Qi and blood to stimulate vitality, their speed is naturally not as fast as that of Zhaoxing monks.

   Lu Jing's white crane flew more slowly.

  It can be like a white crane flying across the middle of the river, bringing Lu Jing's call to action.

  There are many strong men in the middle of the river with different reactions.

  Monk Shenxiu, the only disciple of the Jokhang Temple, and the young novice, Chenghui, were squatting beside a river, looking helpless at the dry river.

   "It seems that before Lutan appears, you and I will starve to death."

  Shenxiu has beautiful features and looks very upright, but at this moment she is frowning and hungry.

  Chenghui was dressed in a blue monk robe, and was about to speak, but saw the white crane in the sky, and then heard that immature voice.

  Monk Shenxiu seemed to have forgotten the burning desire in his heart to eat meat.

  Looking up at the writing on the white crane's wings, he remained silent.

  Chenghui is even more delicate and petite than Shenxiu. She frowned when she heard Lu Jing's essay detailing the evils of dragons.

   "Brother, dragon eats people, is it the same as you and I eat fish and shrimp?"

   "All are sinful, may

   is not the same. Shenxiu's tone became a bit serious, and she said to Chenghui seriously: "People not only have fate, they have thoughts, they are also bound by family, they are the same kind as you and me."

  Dragon is wanton cannibalism, using people as blood sacrifices, from a human point of view, it is naturally not good. "

Chenghui breathed a sigh of relief, nodded quickly and said: "Speaking of which, senior brother and I met that rabbit spirit yesterday, if it's just for the sake of appetite, it's better to roast the rabbit spirit, but she can speak human words , no different from others, I really can’t say anything.”

   "But those dragons... why are they willing to eat people?"

"It's to satisfy one's own selfish desires." Shenxiu taught Chenghui: "Selfish desires can be big or small, if you kill thousands of people for your own selfish desires, the ones you kill are ordinary people with thoughts and thoughts, it will inevitably make you a little shameless. "

  Chenghui's brows stretched slightly, but some disgust flashed in his eyes: "Brother, Chenghui understands, speaking of it, Mr. Lu Jing who came to Jokhang Temple several times to visit Chongshan benefactor is really bold.

  Dragon, it looks so fierce, but he killed so many dragons. "

  Shenxiu also nodded: "Indeed, it's just that this is Hezhong Road, not Taixuanjing...Mr. Lu Jing's doing so will inevitably be dangerous."

  Chenghui hesitated to speak.

   Shenxiu glanced at her, then suddenly reached out.

  He has an extra fishing rod in his hand. This fishing rod is quite simple, just a piece of bamboo with some silk thread, but the hook of the fishing rod has a different light.

"It's no wonder that dragons are always coming with clouds and mists these days. Mr. Lu Jing is respectable, and these dragons who pretend to be noble are disgusting. That's why... Let's go fishing with this fishing rod outside Changliu City. Catch a real dragon."

  Chenghui followed behind Shenxiu, suddenly hesitated: "Brother, I came to Hezhong Road for the opportunity of Lutan, and now I want to fish for dragons, if the host finds out..."

   "So what's the matter now?" Monk Shenxiu squinted his eyes and smiled, "I've been sweating and chilling on my forehead and back for the past few days, and at first I thought it was because I never ate meat.

   Now that I saw this call-to-action and think about it, it was actually because I was afraid of the middle of the river, the rotting flesh and bones that could be seen everywhere in the middle of the river.

  I originally thought that the flesh and bones came from natural disasters, but now it seems that when the Hezhong Road was in disaster, there were monsters like the Taichonghai Prince who were at work in it.

  The monks are merciful, and it is a sin to have a full meal on weekdays, so they have to catch a dragon, reduce some sins, and try to restore the world. "

  Chenghui's eyes were bright, looking at the senior brother who grew up with her since childhood.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the pure compassion in the heart of the senior brother that she saw herself alive in that mass grave, suppressed the fear in her heart, and dug herself out of the dead. Embrace back to the living world.

  The monks in Jokhang Temple want to catch dragons.

  The issuer of the head of the Great Leiyin Temple also heard the sound transmission from Baihe, and heard the call to action.

  The Guanyin statue on his back frowned at some point.

  The long issuer recalled the call to action, carrying a frowning Guanyin statue on his back, all the way to a mountain top.

  He carefully placed the Guanyin statue between two rocks, and moved another rock to cover it.

   Immediately, he took off the walking clothes on his body and put on a set of civilian clothes. He looked ordinary, just like the honest elder brother who worked hard next door.

  He was dressed in common clothes, with his long hair standing up casually, and then he clasped his palms together and bowed to the Avalokitesvara statue.

   "Since killing is necessary, it is not allowed to show others as a practitioner."

   "The disciple was born as a humble man, now that he has changed back to his ordinary clothes, he will also go for a walk in Changliu City, to see whether the dead bones of Yuan Xiahe are exactly what this Dafu Baiyi said."

  After saluting, the long-haired walker was about to turn around, but his eyes were attracted by the scene below the mountain.

   But I saw that the plains below the mountain were devastated, the earth was dry and cracked, and there was no one inhabited for hundreds of miles.

   "The Buddha said that everyone in the world has a heart of compassion, but Hezhong Road is already like this. Why do these real dragons make things worse?"

  —

   The Xie Dao behind Xu Xingzhi was about to move. He pressed the Xie Dao on his back and walked all the way, and there was a ghostly sound in his ears.

  The evil knife seemed to be telling him that he just took advantage of this to kill, drink the blood of the real dragon, and kill Lu Jing together, so as to achieve greatness.

  Xu Xingzhi's eyes were very clear.

   "My father fought life and death at the border, and drank the blood of the enemy every day. What was it for?"

   "This world can't be better, but it won't become so bad. If he was here, he should also go to the Dragon Burial City."

  Thinking like him, there is also a white ape holding a big sword.

  I don't know where this white ape came from. When he heard the word Lu Jing, he frowned slightly: "Lu Jing, is that the young gentleman that Yuan Zhushan mentioned all the time when he came back?"

   "Not to mention other things, since I am Yuan Zhushan's husband, I can't just sit idly by."

   "Besides, these reptiles have become more and more rampant since the old dragon of Luolong Island came to the world, just to kill their prestige."

   "Slaying the Dragon Call? Come on! I, Da Yuanjian, like these literary things!"

  —

  The big flag on the shoulders of the young heavenly king of Pingping Township kept fluttering against the wind, hunting and moving.

  The banner was unfurled, and on the black background, there were two large characters shining brightly.

  【Mingguang】!

  The Mingguang flag fluttered with the wind, and the Mingguang Heavenly King caught a white crane in his hand.

  He looked at the white crane carefully, and felt that the white crane was quite strange.

  After a long time, Mingguang Heavenly King shook it casually, and the white crane in his hand turned into streaks of white light, and then disappeared.

   "The Great General and the Great Heavenly King think that this Lu Jing can enter Pingping Township and become the King of Guangdong in Pingping Township. Now that he has offended the dragon family, we can go and see him."

  —

  Bai Yunmiao looked at the agile white crane and the writing on the white crane's wings, feeling thoughtful.

  Yu Qixiang listened quietly to Lu Jing's appeal, his eyes softened.

   "Mr. Lu Jing is like this."

  Yu Qixiang said in a low voice: "Taixuanjing is more prosperous than all the cities in this world, but I don't like the adults in Taixuanjing.

  Some adults are too deep, they seem to always worry about the world's major events in their hearts, and describe them in a hurry.

  Some adults indulge in landscape poetry and prose, and write about the prosperity of the world, but they are unwilling to look down at the world other than Taixuanjing. "

   "Only the young Mr. Lu Jing is different, and... he and my mother are good friends, Sister Bai, I'm going to Changliu City, you..."

  Yu Qixiang was a little hesitant: "You concealed your identity, but you didn't come to look for Lutan. If you go to Changliu City and your identity is found out, and there is an order from Emperor Chongtian, it will inevitably bring disaster."

   Looking gentle, Bai Yunmiao, whose black hair was fluttering with her white clothes, shook her head.

   "Since you admire Mr. Lu Jing so much, and he saved your life, I will go with you."

   "At worst, after this matter, I will leave from the middle of the river, return to Zhuxing Mountain, and not participate in this matter of Lutan."

  Yu Qixiang is still hesitating: "It's just that, the matter of my sister looking for someone..."

   "Qixiang, you are also my Great Sage of Zhuxing Mountain." Bai Yunmiao smiled softly: "When you came to Zhuxing Mountain alone, and then went to Beiquehai to kill the Dragon King, you didn't hesitate like this."

  Yu Qixiang gritted his teeth, and said: "Beique Sea Dragon King is far less terrifying than those adults in Taixuanjing, let alone comparable to Emperor Chongtian.

  If Emperor Chongtian is really offended, my sister may be in trouble. "

  Bai Yunmiao said: "I, the six great sages of Zhuxing Mountain, advanced and retreated together, even if Li Guanlong came with the holy order, we never handed you over.

  Qixiang, don’t worry, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. "

"And... we need to hurry up. This place is very far away from Changliu City. I can feel that the old dragon mentioned in Lu Jing's article has already entered the middle of the river. It is already very close to Changliu City. If we don't hurry up, You and I are useless in this matter."

  …

  In the middle of the river, there is no shortage of kind and strong people, and the devastation in the middle of the river has never cooled their blood.

   It's just that the middle of the river is too wide. When the news came from Baihe, it was more than ten days after Lu Jing wrote the call to action.

  And what this proclamation brings is not all warm-blooded and kind-hearted people.

  Qi State Jixia Jiange Kaiyang Sword Seat and Mangyi Diao Temple are walking along the middle of the river.

  When the proclamation came, the words Changliucheng came to the ears of Mangyi Diaosi in Qi State.

  The pale face, bright red lips, and feminine beauty of the young Diao Si's eyes suddenly flashed a light.

   Qi State Kaiyang Sword Seat is also young. After all, those who come to Hezhong Road to find opportunities in Lutan are all young people.

  Lutan also focuses on identifying young people.

  Kaiyang Jianzuo looked at the inscription on the white crane's wings, frowned, and said: "I didn't expect that there would be a blood sacrifice in the middle of the Dafu River."

  Python Yi Diao Si put his hands behind his back, his eyes burning: "No wonder you and I have seen dozens of dragons passing through the clouds in the past ten days.

   Those dragons who wanted to come would go to Changliu City to take Lu Jing's life.

  This is an opportunity for you and me. "

   "Opportunity?" Kaiyang Jianzuo lifted the sword upside down, seemingly puzzled.

  Python Yi Diaosi sneered: "Lu Jing hurt my prince of Qi, and helped Nan Fengmian kill Qixing Jianzuo, now since there is an old dragon and many dragons to kill him.

  We can go and watch for a while, the old dragon can kill Lu Jing, but if Lu Jing survives by chance, you and I can take my king's order and take the head of Lu Jingxiang. "

   "It is a great achievement for you and me to get the head of such a proud man as Lu Jing.

   Otherwise, wait until this matter is over, Lu Jing will not die, leave Hezhong Road, and return to Taixuanjing. With his talent, I am afraid that next time we leave Taixuanjing, you and I will no longer be his opponents.

  That's why I say... Killing Lu Jing with hundreds of dragons is an opportunity for you and me. "

  Kaiyang Jianzuo bowed his head and remained silent.

  Real dragon cannibalism, even building a blood sacrifice formation, using the life and flesh of living beings to perform blood sacrifices, this must be a great evil in the eyes of Kaiyang Jianzuo.

  Dafu Baiyi Lu Jing wrote a call to action, inviting the Tianjiao of Hezhong Road to go to Changliu City to kill the dragon, quite passionate.

  As Mangyi Diaosi said, this is indeed an opportunity.

   But from Kaiyang Jianzuo's point of view, at this juncture, even if he didn't help Lu Jing who had enmity with the Qi State, he shouldn't add insult to injury and take advantage of others' danger.

  This is the act of a villain!

  There were many thoughts in his mind, and he realized that just as the young Mangyi Diaosi said, if this opportunity is lost, it will be even more difficult to kill Lu Jing.

   In more than ten years, the revenge of the Seven Star Sword Seat might be shelved and cannot be repaid easily.

   "Long rivers belong to long rivers, high mountains belong to high mountains.

  In this case, I will go to help Lu Jing, let him survive from the mouths of those monsters and real dragons, and then kill him with my Kaiyang sword. "

  Kaiyang Sword Seat suddenly spoke.

  The smile in Mangyi Diaosi's eyes disappeared in an instant, he shook his head and smiled, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart.

  He is still so pedantic in the state of Qi, no wonder King Qi Yuan doesn't like the Jixia Jiange, nor does he like the sword master of the state of Qi who practices one-word sword intent.

  —

  The plaque on the Dragon City Burial is still shining.

  Fuzi Xingtan is looming around Lu Jing.

   Lu Jing sat on the apricot altar of his master, closing his eyes and practicing.

  Nine Gods used a mysterious method to mobilize all the blood in his body, turning every pore in his body into a mysterious melting pot, squeezing out a thick vitality.

  When vitality and qi and blood merge, the surging qi and blood in Lu Jing's body are undergoing some kind of change.

   Wisps of bright red qi and blood entangled in it, and then turned into another ray of innate qi and blood.

   "Practice on the apricot altar of the master, smell the aroma of apricot and peach blossoms..."

Lu Jing slowly opened his eyes, and the bright red energy and blood lingering on the wind blowing knife around his waist became thicker and thicker. During the howling wind, it seemed that there was a heavy knife intent brewing, and the spring thunder was also visible. This kind of spirit was flowing in his blood.

   "There are more than 70 days in the middle of the river, and it is also 50 days to use the apricot altar of the Master!

  Time passed by in a hurry, climbing to the body of the immortal, and going down the apricot altar of the master, finally condensed the third innate blood. "

  Three innate blood lingered in Lu Jing's body, convoluted Lu Jing's body, mixed with Chunlei's spirit, and made Lu Jing even more tyrannical.

  Even the internal organs are like black steel, and the fascia is extremely hard.

   "It's no wonder that a congenitally strong man is called an enemy of a thousand on the battlefield. Even if such a tyrannical physique is suppressed by the battle formation, if there is no strong man to stop him, he may be able to kill thousands of enemies!"

   "Even in the face of the real elite, it can carry a hundred-man army."

   Lu Jing felt his own powerful blood, thinking silently in his heart.

  A hundred miles away from Changliu City.

  An Nijing and Qi Hanzhang never stayed in the Dragon Burial City after all.

  Even if that proclamation made An Nijing hate dragons, she still wanted to do something for the common people.

  But... as Qi Hanzhang said, people are born with shackles, and you can't do whatever you want.

   But they never left Changliu City too far.

  Both An Nijing and Qi Hanzhang wanted to see what would happen in Changliu City.

  After this incident, will the Changliu City really become the Dragon Burial City, or will another Tianjiao withered bones be added to the Changliu City?

  Buddha Lianye was also standing not far away, but he seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look at a river.

  At the end of the meandering river, one can faintly see the cold light, and the thick military might is like a hurricane, blowing the blood mist in the sky.

   "Is it the Black Ice Soldier?"

  When Buddha Zi Lian'e was in Taixuanjing, he once met the Seventh Prince Yuxuanlou, and he also went to Zhuxing Mountain with Shaozhu Kingdom.

  Of course he had seen the Black Ice Armor, and at the time he was impressed by the rareness of the Black Ice Armor and the Black Ice Spear on the Black Ice Armor.

  Buddha Lianye reacted to this.

  Seeing the highness in the Su Mansion, he also wanted to use this opportunity to completely get rid of the serious trouble in his heart.

   "I have sensed the breath of the old dragon."

   Just as Lianye was thinking, An Nijing suddenly turned her head and looked at the white guqin beside her.

  The strings of the guqin fluctuated randomly, and unexpectedly played a song of killing!

   "I didn't expect this old dragon to come so fast. There are many dragons behind him, real dragons and flood dragons come from the clouds, but the strong ones who came to kill dragons with Lu Jing have not yet arrived."

  Qi Hanzhang held the walking dragon pen in his hand and looked at the Changliu City from a distance.

  In Changliu City, everything was silent.

  However, he didn't know how Lu Jing could fend off an old dragon with eight layers of gods, and how to contend against hundreds of dragons.

  Lu Jing raised his eyes and looked at each other. The light of the stars in the sky fell into his eyes, and the nine stars were reflected in Lu Jing's eyes. Lu Jing raised his eyes and saw the clouds and mist in the distance churning like a sea of ​​clouds.

  In the sea of ​​clouds, real dragons and flood dragons are coming towards Changliu City.

   At the forefront of these dragons, an old dragon with a broken dragon foot, dim scales, and missing a longan eye came roaring.

  The old dragon came out of the clouds and moved thousands of miles with a howl!

  The strong dragon power whipped up all kinds of storms, almost swallowing the Changliu City.

   Fortunately, within hundreds of miles outside Changliu City, there is no trace of human habitation.

   Lu Jing watched the old dragon approach.

  Many ordinary practitioners who wanted to come to help Lu Jing were also blinded by the tornado that filled the sky and suppressed their bodies, unable to take a step forward.

  How powerful is the power of hundreds of dragons?

  Even if there are desperate practitioners in Hezhong Dao who feel pity for those bitter bones and want to help Lu Jing and kill the dragon, but because of the mighty power of the dragon, they can't move forward at all.

   Those with a strong cultivation base can walk in the dragon's power, but they are still staggering.

  By the time they reach the middle of the river, maybe the matter has already been closed.

   "Seven hundred and seven dragons, of which there are two of five hundred dragons, and the rest are true dragons."

  The first time Lu Jingdou's star eyes shone with divine light was when he looked at the dragons around Changliu City.

  There are countless rivers and seas in the world, even if the blood of the real dragon is difficult to pass on, but because of the long life of the real dragon, there are as many as five real dragons in the world.

  It’s just that the vast majority of real dragons are entrenched in rivers, seas, rivers and lakes. They will be dragon kings or lake owners, and they rarely show their whereabouts.

But when an opportunity appeared in Lutan, and the sound of offering a reward came from the Taichong Sea, hundreds of real dragons entered the river, and five hundred flood dragons followed the real dragons, arousing the dragon's might and making Changliu City within a hundred miles like A restricted area.

   Lu Jing saw that the dark clouds in the sky had completely covered Changliu City.

   Only then did he take a long breath.

   "Regardless of whether the proclamation can be effective or not, the broken-legged old dragon brought hundreds of dragons to Changliu City, which is my catastrophe and my opportunity.

   Besides today, where should I go to find so many real dragons? "

  Lu Jing's eyes were calm, and the stars in the sky broke through the clouds and fell, shining on him.

   Set off against Lu Jing Yuanshen's golden law thunder turned into strands of silk thread, entangled Lu Jing.

   "It is both a disaster and an opportunity. I must do my best to live up to the name of [Buying the Dragon]!"

   While thinking, Lu Jing stretched out his palm. He had an extra long sword in his hand, which was the [Seven Stars Sword].

  There are seven gems on the seven-star sword, one of the gems was cracked by an arrow shot by Ying Xuanguang from the falling dragon bow, and it has been dimmed.

  The remaining six gems are still full of brilliance.

   "Although this seven-star sword is a second-grade sword, it is not suitable for me now. Only by reflecting the seven stars can I display its true power."

   "But even if I can't control the seven-star sword, I can turn it into a sword with severed heads."

  Flashing with Lu Jing's thoughts.

  A special mark appeared on the seven-star sword.

  The imprint over there is like a cold palace under the moonlight, it is the [Guanghan Seal].

  The Guanghan seal appeared on the seven-star sword, and a layer of vitality was immediately entwined on the seven-star sword.

  The vitality was strong and thick, but Lu Jing seemed dissatisfied.

   But he just flicked out a finger.

  【Borrow yuan from the sky】!

   Strange vitality was poured into it, and then sealed by the Guanghan seal. The vitality was passing away, at most two hours, but Lu Jing felt that two hours... was enough!

   Within two hours, that old dragon with disabled feet will definitely enter the city!

   This is the first big gift he gave to the disabled old dragon.

   And the second gift...

   "A real dragon is no different from a monster. I read and practice calligraphy, and I have learned a lot. If I am afraid of these monsters, the books I read in the past will be like a dog's belly."

  Lu Jing sat on the dragon's head, his eyes solemn, and between waving his sleeves, [Heart Pen] and a few pieces of straw paper appeared again.

  Lu Jing grabbed the pen with the heart, his eyes became more serious, and then he wrote on it.

  In an instant, streaks of golden arrogance emanated from Lu Jing's body.

  【Righteous Qi Like a Rainbow】When the fate is triggered, those real dragons doing evil things are indeed no different from treacherous evil!

  Righteousness is like a rainbow, and the fate emits golden light, but there are also wisps of [Heroic Qi] in Lu Jing's temperament.

  If Mr. Guanqi was here, I'm afraid he would be more gratified, feeling that the arrogance of Lu Jing's body became more intense, just like those great Confucians who have studied for years, accumulated a lot of knowledge, and read the true meaning from their knowledge.

  Even Lu Jing hadn't realized that the arrogance in him didn't come entirely from righteousness like a rainbow's destiny, but more from himself.

  Student Haoran is a great Confucian!

  Lu Jing has read thousands of volumes of books, and now he is traveling thousands of miles. On the way, he cuts injustice with his sword, unites knowledge and action...

   Haoran Qi was born in this way.

  The awe-inspiring air of golden light is injected into the tip of the mind-holding pen.

  Lu Jing put pen to paper and wrote a line of poetry on the straw paper.

  [Writing with God] Fate is quietly triggered, coupled with righteousness such as rainbow Fate, and Lu Jing's own awe-inspiring aura...

  In an instant, the papyrus glowed with golden light, and then the papyrus began to burn, and lines of poetry disappeared into the void.

   "This poem is the second great gift."

   Lu Jing looked at the poetry that disappeared into the void with burning eyes.

  He didn't stop, holding a pen in his hand, and drawing on another piece of straw paper.

  The brush and ink flowed, Lu Jingdan drew with the heart-holding brush, and the stroke of the pen was still triggering.

  Lu Jing raised his head from time to time, and there were nine [Douxing] reflected in his eyes. After the strengthening of the Dou Xing Guan's order, Lu Jing's eyes seemed to have a strange power.

  The [Gou Chen] in the sky also reflected the thunder light, and while the thunder light was floating, Lu Jing saw another [Yuan Xing].

  The flashing primordial star fell into Lu Jing's eyes, and Lu Jing was watching the primordial star paint.

  The strokes are in a hurry, but there is a blaze of light injected into the straw paper.

  Everyone in the world calls Lu Jing's penmanship a vision, which is a masterpiece of both calligraphy and painting.

  But on this day, the pen was written with divine destiny, and the paintings that Lu Jing made were no longer as simple as just giving birth to visions.

   It's only time for a cup of tea, and the paintings on the straw paper are ready to come out.

   Lu Jing looked at the painting on the straw paper with satisfaction, then flipped his palms and took out twenty-eight beads from the Yunkong pattern.

   Zhao Ye turned his head, sticking out his tongue and spitting.

   Lu Jing comforted Zhao Ye and said: "These [Dragon Balls] are full of blood sacrifice power, you can't refine them yet, so let me use them first.

   Wait until the old dragon is killed, and those so-called real dragons are killed, and then I will pay you back several times. "

  Zhao Ye stood up, jumped onto the dragon's head, and the horse's head rubbed against Lu Jing's arm.

   Lu Jing smiled and threw the twenty-eight dragon **** into the sky.

  Suddenly, clouds and mist rose in the straw paper, swallowing the twenty-eight dragon balls, and then disappeared.

   "It's a pity that the calligraphy and painting written under the spirit of writing and righteousness like a rainbow will still lose awe-inspiring energy and cannot last for too long. Otherwise, you can prepare a lot with you like Taoist talisman paper."

   "I don't know if the pen and ink effect can last forever if the spirit of writing is improved to a higher level."

   "This painting is the third gift."

   Lu Jing looked at the painting that had disappeared into the mist, and while his thoughts were moving slightly, the Master's Apricot Altar reappeared around him.

  The vitality that was originally consumed by borrowing yuan from the sky quickly recovered.

   "Borrowing energy from the sky must first be cultivated, and before it is put into operation, it is also necessary to worry about the exhaustion of energy after borrowing energy, so as not to fall into a dead end.

  With this Master Xingtan, at least he can recover quickly. "

   An hour passed quietly.

  Lu Jing stood up slowly, with the Wind Saber and Rain Calling Sword whistling from his waist.

  【Inducing Wind】supernatural powers,【Calling Rain】supernatural powers arrived quietly.

  In the Dragon Burial City, there was heavy rain and a bitter wind.

   Lu Jing looked around at the withered Dragon Burial City.

  Here...is the battlefield he chose!

  —

  The old dragon with disabled feet is covered with scars, the scales on his body have long since fallen off, and there is a sword mark on his dragon head.

  The sword mark came from the sky.

  During the spiritual tide, a sword fell from the sky, killing the treasure he relied on for cultivation, and you cut off his first-level cultivation, so that he had to return to Taichonghai to heal his wounds.

   This is a catastrophe, but also his life.

  If it wasn't for that sword, he would have to participate in the follow-up spiritual wave battle.

  In the Spirit Tide War, too many powerful people died in the world, even though he had already cultivated to the ninth level of divine appearance, he was about to build the divine tower, becoming the real pinnacle of divine appearance, infinitely close to the realm of heaven.

However, in the spirit tide war, the heavens and humans fell, the human immortals were wiped out, and even the surviving heavenly beings and human immortals fell into the realm. They had to glimpse the magnificent scenery of the eight realms, but they fell into the mortal realm of the seven realms. The ninth level of divine appearance fell to the eighth level of divine appearance, which was even more painful.

  The disabled-legged old dragon couldn't help but secretly rejoice when he thought of the past.

   Tens of miles behind him, there are real dragons entrenched, and dragons roaming around, full of murderous aura.

   "With hundreds of dragons and me, an old dragon, I want to kill a boy."

  The disabled old dragon lowered his eyes, deep in his heart he was angry: "For disturbing my sleep, I should be killed."

   "Where there is a real dragon, kill the real dragon? You should kill it!"

   "Write down the dragon-slaying essay that is beyond self-control, you should kill it!"

   "Reflecting on the Dragon Slaying Terrace with a mortal body, it should be killed."

   "Zhanlongtai has its own chance, if I can swallow its flesh and blood, maybe I can..."

  The disabled-legged old dragon turned the clouds and mist as if he was riding the sea of ​​clouds, and headed towards Changliu City.

   "This boy...what's his name?"

   "Lu Jing? How dare you sit alone in the city and wait for me!"

  —

  Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu staggered forward one after the other.

  The sword energy shrouded them, cutting off many true dragon spirits.

   "Brother, you don't have to come with me."

   "The Nan family has a debt to Mr. Lu Jing, and my Nanfu is the Duke's mansion after all. In the past, I stayed in Yuxing Island and Taixuanjing, and there were treasures given to me when I traveled. I don't know the blood and tears in this world."

   "The grass-cutting knife is still enshrined in the Juyue Hall of Nanguo's mansion. As the blood of the Nan family, naturally I can't be sorry for the grass-cutting knife. Mr. Lu Jing wants to invite him as a law-holder, so I will naturally go."

   "Brother, you are different, Yu Xingdao is still in the South China Sea, if you offend the South China Sea Dragon, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble..."

  Nan Heyu looked at Luo Shubai's back and whispered.

  Luo Shubai didn't care, his demeanor was as elegant as ever, and he was holding the seven-foot jade sword tightly.

   "If Yuxing Island is in the Taichong Sea, I might take it into consideration.

   But Yu Xingdao is in the South China Sea, so the Dragon King of the South China Sea has the guts to question the teacher. "

   "And... You forgot, I am not a fairy living in seclusion on Yuxing Island, I am also a human being.

  These dragons are indeed too annoying. Responding to Mr. Lu Jing's appeal is considered a grand event, but it makes my heart warm. "

  Nan Heyu lowered his head, thinking of the call to action.

  At this moment, a earth-shattering dragon chant came, and the turbulent energy and blood of the disabled old dragon turned into a long river, covering the sky and the sun.

  He broke through the clouds and mist, and landed directly in the sky above Changliu City.

  Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai's hearts moved slightly, as the sword light surged, a divine sense flew away with the sword energy.

  Where the old dragon's eyes fell, he saw the keel plaque on the ruined gate of Changliu City first.

   "Buried Dragon City?"

   "Made of keel?"

   "It's time to kill."

  The old dragon looked around and finally landed in the city.

  On the keel in the city, Lu Jing sat on Zhao Ye, holding a pot of bamboo leaf green in his hand, his cheeks were slightly red, as if he was using the wine to boost his courage.

   To meet hundreds of dragons alone, you must be bold!

  Lu Jing also felt the old dragon's gaze. He squinted his eyes, and his breath suddenly burst into flames.

  The young man fought fiercely, and angrily denounced the real dragon!

   "Old Dragon, are you here to die?"

   Tens of miles away, the overwhelming dragons, this densely packed long willow city.

  Lu Jing sat on the dragon's head, drunkenly, and scolded the crippled old dragon.

  Many passionate Hezhongdao knights are rushing this way, and a breeze blows by!

  On this day, Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu saw Lu Jing at this moment...

  Drunk lying down and calling knights at night, the east wind blows into the Dragon Slaying Field!

   Dazhang asked for a monthly ticket, the author tried not to procrastinate, and the next chapter killed the old dragon with eight layers of gods.

  (end of this chapter)