If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 242: The dragon-slaying sword is overwhelmed, and the sprites are terrified!

The Dragon Palace was suspended in mid-air, the surging vitality around it turned into a deep sea, and the clouds and mist turned into sea water.

Undercurrents are surging in the deep sea, as if to stop all enemies, only the Dragon Palace is shining brightly, and dragon shadows are moving in the Dragon Palace. Out of the Dragon Palace, broke through the deep sea, and then suspended in the sky.

It is both magnificent and majestic, and it is also magnificent. When the blood-colored mist in the sky illuminates the light, it reflects a dazzling brilliance...

After the Taichong Token was shattered, a magical power was activated in it, reflecting the reflection of the real Taichong Dragon Lord.

The Taichong Sea is extremely vast, even wider than the Sifang Sea, and so is the Dragon Palace.

When Taichong Dragon Palace appears in the void, unimaginable aura fills the world and isolates everything.

The coercion from the higher creatures made the surrounding air extremely thick.

Zhao Ye walked in it, as if being pulled by the strong vitality, walking extremely slowly.

Ying Xuanguang, the eldest prince of Taichonghai, has fled into the Taichong Dragon Palace.

He was also perched on a dragon pillar, and the blood dripping from his body dripped down, staining the dragon pillar red.

Ying Xuanguang's eyes passed through the gate of the Dragon Palace, which was hundreds of feet high, and fell directly on Lu Jing, full of evil spirit and killing intent.

"After the spiritual tide, I have not shed any more blood."

Ying Xuanguang's mood changed, and the terrible dragon coercion in the Dragon Palace made Ying Xuanguang feel a lot more at ease.

"With the reflection of the Dragon Palace, there are the phantoms of the Dragon Lord, Dragon General, and Dragon King here. I just need to wait for me to recover my cultivation, and I only need to channel the power of many blood sacrifices... that is Lu Jing's reflection on Gou Chen Yuanxing, and the reflection on Dragon Slaying Terrace. How can it be?"

Ying Xuanguang's huge dragon body is tightly wrapped around the dragon pillar, and in the depths of this incomparably wide dragon palace, when the shadows gradually recede, apart from the huge body of Taichong Dragon Lord, real dragons appear again. trail.

The eyes of those real dragons were filled with cold light, entrenched in the depths of the Dragon Palace, and the continuous coercion burst out from the Dragon Palace, and the low and deep dragon chant seemed to be performing some kind of grand tribute, praising the dragons of the world, It is also praising the Taichong Dragon Lord in the Taichong Sea.

Taichong Dragon Lord lowered his dragon head, and the light that burst out from his eyes was magnificent and sacred, extremely noble.

Wherever the eyes passed, even the sea water formed by the vitality was frozen, and the outside of the Dragon Palace became a piece of solid ice.

"Since it's you again, why don't you enter my Taichong Dragon Palace?"

Taichong Longjun's voice came slowly, exploding from the deep sea, and the berserk Longwei almost reached an extreme.

Zhao Ye's body trembled, and bursts of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The coercion from the bloodline made it breathless, and it also made it stay in the deep sea of ​​vitality, unable to move forward.

boom!
In the Dragon Palace, the sound of dragon chant echoed everywhere, accompanied by the laughter of hundreds of real dragons.

A series of dragon eyes flew out of the Dragon Palace and landed on Lu Jing, their eyes filled with sneer.

In the early days, the Dragon Palace was here, and the coercion suddenly became apparent. Without the help of the Dragon Lord, how could a mere Yuanshen monk who had just stepped into Zhaoxing step into the Dragon Palace?

Even if this young Primordial Spirit cultivator reflected Yuan Xing, the same is true for Zhanlongtai.

Lu Jing rode Zhao Ye like this, stopped in the deep sea, and stared at the Dragon Palace in the distance.

There was also a sneer in the eyes of the eldest prince Ying Xuan.

"Obviously standing on a high place, but because of those dirty and lowly creatures, you have enmity with the dragon clan. Today, you reflected on the dragon-slaying platform, and even attracted the attention of the dragon on Luolong Island, and aroused the killing intent of all dragons in the world..."

"It won't be long before a really powerful dragon will come here in the vast world, Lu Jing, you won't live for long!"

Ying Xuanguang has nothing to fear.

Luo Shubai, who was hundreds of miles away, frowned slightly.

Nan Heyu has also arrived in a hurry. When she saw the deep sea of ​​vitality in the void in the distance, saw the splendid Dragon Palace, and saw Lu Jing riding on a white horse with a pale face but like a divine jade, her eyes Wei Wei flashed a little stunned.

Since she looked up at the sky.

Vaguely, the divine fire in her body dimmed, and a star hung high, as if thousands of stars beyond the clouds and mist had become dim.

Wisps of thunder and starlight fell straight down, which contained the struggle between heaven and earth, contained the laws of the universe, and fell directly on Mr. Lu Jing in front of him.

"It's really one of the Nine Elemental Stars... Gou Chen!"

There was a flash of light in Nan Heyu's eyes, and then it dimmed again.

There are countless people in the world who reflect the primordial star.

I still remember that not long ago, Nan Heyu went to Lu's house on Changning Street, hid behind the middle hall of the Xiangxie Water Pavilion, watched Lu Jing secretly, and was still thinking in his heart, how he could retire so as not to hurt this ordinary boy.

But... In just over a year, the ordinary boy in the past has grown into a towering tree.

Compared with him, the gap is getting bigger and bigger...

"The reflection of the Taichong Dragon Palace is too majestic, and the coercion of the dragon is too strong. Mr. Lu Jing should not attack by force, so as not to hurt himself."

Luo Shubai glanced at Nan Heyu, and reminded Lu Jing in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Ye had already stopped. Lu Jingyuan looked at the Taichong Sea Dragon Palace, at the many dragons in the Dragon Palace, and at the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang.

The Rain Calling Sword next to his shoulder was buzzing.

The golden law thunderbolt, controlled by the supernatural power of controlling thunder, burst out thunder snakes and dripped thunder syrup.

But when the Thunder Snake, Thunder Pulp, and the unimaginable Dragon Attribute coercion in the void collided, they turned into puffs of thick smoke and dissipated away in an instant.

How powerful Taichong Dragon Lord is!

Even when it comes to the size of the world, he is still at the peak.

At this moment, when the Taichong Token reflects the phantom of the Dragon Palace, reflects the majesty of the Dragon King, coupled with the majesty of hundreds of dragons, Lu Jing seems to be unable to move an inch.

"Tianlong coercion?"

Lu Jing was still holding the Hufeng Dao in his hand, when Dang Zhaoye stopped walking, Lu Jing met Ying Xuanguang's mocking gaze.

He suddenly flicked his sleeves slightly, and the Yunkong pattern on his arm shone with brilliance.

In an instant, there was an extra piece of straw paper in front of Lu Jing's eyes, with pen and ink suspended beside the straw paper.

"The so-called noble real dragons are nothing but a group of monsters and monsters who occupy the deep sea, swallow the spirits of heaven and earth, and do evil things. They cannot be regarded as noble, they are no different from ghosts and ghosts."

Lu Jing reached out his hand and took the pen from the void.

This brush is old and its body has faded, but the two extremely rigid characters on the tip of the pen are still clear.

"Hold on!"

The heart-holding pen fell into Lu Jing's hands, and he picked up the pen and dipped it in ink!

Luo Shubai, who was watching this scene, suddenly brightened his eyes, and asked Nan Heyu who was beside him: "I heard that Mr. Lu Jing's pen and ink are extraordinary, and he can even brew visions in calligraphy and painting, and even kill demons?"

Nan Heyu nodded slightly.

She still remembers the first picture of Yunwulong drawn by Lu Jing in Shihua Pavilion earlier.

Luo Shubai rubbed the seven-foot jade tool around his waist, his eyes were serious, and he focused on Lu Jing.

"The combination of painting and calligraphy, and the combination of swords and swords."

"I have already heard that Taixuan is the third favorite, but in fact, Mr. Lu Jing has long been worthy of the title of the fourth favorite."

Luo Shubai admired it from the bottom of his heart.

Nan Heyu who was at the side suddenly said: "In Dafusan's triumph, the white robe with the sword has already left Taixuanjing, and he does not want to step into Taixuanjing.

This is Tai Xuanjing's proud name, which is not auspicious. "

Luo Shubai came to his senses, but he didn't turn his head to look at Nan Heyu.

He knew, and then he was afraid that Lu Jing would also leave Taixuanjing.

Just when the two of them communicated with each other, when Lu Jing was about to write!

In the Taichong Dragon Palace, a more vast coercion bloomed from it.

"Lu Jing, calligraphy and painting are small ways. Lord Long never asked you to paint, so how can you write?"

In the Taichong Dragon Palace, a Lake and Sea Dragon King shouted angrily.

The frantic coercion became more and more terrifying. From the central Taichong Dragon Lord, the chaotic and terrifying power stood around Lu Jing like a ravine with thousands of tents.

The Juehe cloud and mist locked Lu Jing's body, making it impossible for Lu Jing to write.

"Tianlong is face to face, but you are compared with sprites. How bold."

The eldest prince Ying Xuanguang sneered and was about to speak.

A ray of light suddenly flashed on Lu Jing's body.

In his mind, the group of bright green destiny that represents righteousness is like a rainbow of destiny shines brightly.

There is righteousness in the world, mixed with manifolds!
In just a moment, a burst of greatness flashed across Lu Jing's body.

All of a sudden, a heavy sense of righteousness lingered around the road policeman, and the terrifying coercion of the dragon attribute was impacted by the awe-inspiring energy, and it collapsed in all directions.

Righteousness is like a rainbow!
Rape, poison, drugs, and evil spirits cannot invade the body, and demons and monsters will retreat when they see them.

The scene of the river course and the Dragon Palace appeared in Lu Jing's mind, and he thought of the strands of white bones, and looked directly at Ying Xuanguang: "The so-called sky dragon, entrenched in the dark place of the deep sea, compares itself to a noble spirit, and performs blood sacrifices. What's the difference?"

"The demons and monsters also want to stop me from writing?"

Lu Jing snorted coldly, and the awe-inspiring aura burst into light, turning into a tornado, and the terrifying pressure of the dragon attribute suddenly eased a lot.

Lu Jing held the heart-holding pen, and the tip of the pen fell on the straw paper.

His unrestrained and unrestrained cursive script reappeared, each stroke is wild, but it has the courage to stir up the deep sea and reach the sky!

Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu's spiritual thoughts fell into their eyes, and they stared straight at the words on the straw paper.

Immediately, the eyes of the two focused slightly, and Luo Shubai, who was caressing the seven-foot jade tool, couldn't help but take a step forward, and tightly grasped the seven-foot jade tool at his waist by the hilt.

He couldn't help but softly recite the four lines written by Lu Jing on the straw paper!
"Singing and crushing the sprites and monsters' palace, taking pleasure in stirring up the sea of ​​five directions."

"The sword rises from the true dragon's nest in the deep sea, and the word mysterious fire thunders at sunset."

"Walking thousands of miles in the air with the sword, the wind and rain are tossing and the thunder is loud."

"Sword Qi has become a king, let's go, where there is a real dragon, kill the real dragon!"

Lu Jing's eyes were serious, and his body was full of golden light.

As he wrote the pen, the sword energy, vitality, thunder, wind and rain that had been suppressed by the pressure of the dragon attribute on his body... all surged up in this instant.

Luo Shubai chanted softly, but his breath gradually became stronger.

A look of horror flashed in his eyes...

Nan Heyu on the side also reacted instantly.

"This is a dragon-slaying poem!"

"The sword energy has become a king, let's go, where there is a real dragon, kill the real dragon, Mr. Lu Jing...do you want to kill all the monsters and real dragons in the world?"

The famous sword Qianxiushui suspended beside Nan Heyu, and Luo Shubai's seven-foot jade tool seemed to have sensed Lu Jing's grand ambitions. All of a sudden, these two famous swords that had been handed down to the world kept trembling and screaming.

They also seem to be very excited, and they also want to join in the grand event of slaying the dragon.

Luo Shubai looked down at the seven-foot jade tool at his waist, his right hand was still on the hilt of the seven-foot jade tool.

This is because Yu Xingdao's young swordsman Tianjiao took a very gentle look at the seven-foot jade tool, but suddenly let go.

The seven-foot jade tool is about to come out of its sheath, and Qian Xiushui will also turn into a stream of light, and will go towards Lu Jing.

But at this moment...

Lu Jing suddenly turned his head and shook his head slightly.

The radiance of Qian Qiushui and Qichi Yuju dissipated immediately, and they became more and more peaceful.

But the piece of straw paper in front of Lu Jing's eyes had already flown into the depths of the deep sea of ​​vitality, into the Dragon Palace.

Zhao Ye neighed, the horse no longer trembled, and the eyes flashed with excitement.

Lu Jing stroked Zhao Ye's mane, and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever drank dragon blood or chewed dragon meat?"

The face of the eldest prince on the dragon pillar changed.

Taichong Longjun who had closed his eyes to rest his mind suddenly opened his eyes.

"Let's go!"

Lu Jing opened his mouth slowly.

On the straw paper... sword energy surged, and thunder roared!

Singing and crushing the sprites and monsters' palace, stirring up the sea of ​​five directions for fun!
It was as if a god-man had stepped down and crushed the Dragon Palace.

It was like a tornado of sword energy stirring up the Wufanghai.

The deep sea of ​​vitality, which was originally frozen under the pressure of the Taichong Dragon Lord and hundreds of real dragons, suddenly stirred up violent waves.

And on the phantom of the Taichong Dragon Palace, the sword energy swept across, the golden law thundered down, and the stars in the sky blessed Lu Jing, and the vitality like a frenzy condensed in an instant, and burst out again.

next moment...

Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu saw an astonishing scene.

Chisu, who was catching Chen Shangu by the collar and fleeing from far away, Chu Yeshan, who was staring at the precious mirror in astonishment, clearly saw that the glorious and majestic Taichong Dragon Palace phantom collapsed suddenly.

The coercion of countless real dragons entrenched, under the awe-inspiring aura of the papyrus poems, instantly became dim.

Zhao Ye held his head high and stepped into the collapsing Dragon Palace.

As for the upper head, Taichong Longjun had already opened his eyes, and he was staring at Lu Jing...

"Slay the real dragon where there is a real dragon?"

Lu Jing shook his head: "I only cut monsters and monsters. If the monsters are dragons, I will kill them even if they are heavenly dragons. This not only nourishes the fearless sword spirit in my heart, but also nourishes the light and thunder."

The eldest prince Ying Xuanguang panted wildly.

Taichong Dragon Lord didn't look at Ying Xuanguang, his dragon beard floated in the phantom of the Dragon Palace, and asked: "The method of blood sacrifice has become popular, do you think only dragons are performing blood sacrifice?
You destroyed the Longpan Formation today, there are still thousands of blood sacrifices in the world, and you can't tear down the blood sacrifice formation. "

"Even if this blood sacrifice formation is dismantled, the creatures in the river will be able to live better? Under the severe drought, the sun is shining brightly, the vegetation is rotten, and the wind and rain do not come, what can you do?"

Lu Jing heard Taichong Longjun's question, but did not answer.

He just lowered his head to look at the Wind Exhaling Knife and Rain Calling Sword at his waist.

Traveling to the realm of shining stars, the road to calling wind and rain is... not far away.

So, Lu Jing raised his head and waved his hands lightly, the huge Taichong Dragon Lord's voice dissipated.

The dragon pillar collapsed, and the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang fell to the dry ground.

Behind Lu Jing, the Thunder Slashing Dragon Terrace was still shining brightly.

But he flicked his fingers lightly, and the Thunderbolt Dragon Slaying Platform also fell to the ground.

Lu Jing flicked his sleeves, clouds and rain suddenly emerged, and under the condensed vitality, a bodhisattva dharma image also turned into the size of a hundred feet.

He picked up Ying Xuanguang's dragon head and placed it on the dragon-slaying trough.

Lu Jing gripped the handle of the exhaling wind knife tightly, and drew out the long knife.

He came to Ying Xuanguang's side, raised his wind knife, but vaguely sensed two eyes falling on him from an extremely long distance.

A gaze came from the sky, from Zhanlongtai, with patrol and appreciation in that gaze.

Another gaze seemed to come from a vast ocean, this gaze was old but full of killing intent.

Lu Jing still had awe-inspiring aura shining in the world, so he ignored these two gazes.

Ying Xuanguang opened his eyes wide and was about to speak.

Click!

As the wind exhaling knife fell, the prince of Taichonghai, who had the seventh level of divine appearance and reflected Tianlong, had the dragon's head cut off, and the dragon's blood gushed out like a flood.

The insignificant Lu Jing beheaded the Baizhang True Dragon today.

When the dragon's head falls to the ground, the exhaling wind knife returns to its sheath.

The long wind blows over Lu Jing's black clothes...

The dragon-slaying sword shines through, and the sprites are terrified!

Today, Lu Jing wrote the poem about slaying the dragon, and he slashed the real dragon on the stage of Thunder Slaying the Dragon...

Since then, all dragons in the world know that Lu Jing, who was reflected by the dragon-slaying platform, and Gouchen Yuanxing, whose primordial spirit is reflected, although only one star is reflected, but if a real dragon below the seventh level and eighth level goes to find him, he will lose one The head is under his sword!
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