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

Chapter 249 Drunk lying down, 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 walking corpses, the people who followed the huge stream of victims and went to the distance also turned their heads and looked at the white crane that radiated brilliance.

"The dragon that eats people, the adults who don't care, the river road that can't get out..."

Some people lamented that there was no brilliance in their eyes.

"This lord who wrote the article wants to avenge Xiaomin and kill the dragon in Changliu City?"

The middle of the river is vast, covering 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.

The same is true for divine fire monks who use divine fire to control their vitality and sword light.

Only monks in the seventh realm are faster.

Cultivator Zhao Xing's vitality is endless, 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.
Cultivators of gods should be a little slower. If they travel 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 cultivators Zhaoxing.

Lu Jing's white crane flew more slowly.

But when white cranes flew all over the middle of the river, they brought Lu Jing's call to arms.

Many strong men in the middle of the river reacted differently.

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

"It looks like you and I are going to starve to death before Lutan appears."

Shenxiu has delicate features and a very upright appearance, 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.

He looked up at the writing on the white crane's wings, and 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, dragons eat people, is it the same as you and I eat fish and shrimp?"

"All are sinful, may
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."

Dragons cannibalize people wantonly and use 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 frowned 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.

Dragons looked so ferocious, but he killed so many dragons. "

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

Cheng Hui 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, and 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 have seen this proclamation and think about it carefully, it is actually because I am afraid of the middle of the river, the rotting flesh and bones scattered 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 there.

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

Chenghui's eyes are 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 chief issuer of the Great Leiyin Temple also heard the sound transmission from the white crane, and heard the call to action.

The Guanyin statue on his back frowned unexpectedly.

The long issuer recalled the proclamation, carrying a frowning statue of Guanyin 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 changed into a set of civilian clothes. He looked ordinary, just like the hard-working elder brother next door.

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

"Since the precept of killing is required, it is not allowed to show others the face of the practitioner."

"My disciple was born as a commoner, now that I have changed back to ordinary clothes, I will also go to Changliu City to see if 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 Pingchuan at the foot of the mountain was 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 Dao is already like this. Why do these real dragons make things worse?"

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The evil knife behind Xu Xingzhi was about to move, he pressed the evil knife 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 the same as him, there is also a white ape holding a big sword.

This white ape didn't know where it 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."

"Moreover, 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 elegant 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 big characters shining brightly.

【Mingguang】!
The Mingguang flag fluttered with the wind, and the Mingguang Heavenly King also 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 the Pingping Township and become the King of Guangdong in Pingping Township. Now that he has offended the Dragon genus, they can go and see how he is."

-

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 proclamation, his eyes softened.

"Mr. Lu Jing is like this."

Yu Qixiang said in a low voice: "Compared with all the cities in the world, Taixuanjing is more prosperous, 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 grown-ups indulge in landscape poems and essays, 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 hesitated: "You concealed your identity, but you didn't come to look for Lutan. If you went to Changliu City and your identity was found out, and there was an order from Emperor Chongtian, it would inevitably bring disaster."

With a gentle expression, 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 was still hesitating: "It's just that, the matter of my sister looking for someone..."

"Qixiang, you are also my great sage of Candle Star Mountain." Bai Yunmiao smiled softly: "When you came to Candle Star 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 he offended Emperor Chongtian, my sister might be in trouble. "

Bai Yunmiao said: "I, the six great saints 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 Jingxi'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 won’t be able to play a role 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 road 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 were heard in the ears of Mangyi Diaosi in Qi State.

There was a gleam of light in the eyes of this young Diao Si with a pale complexion, bright red lips, and a face full of feminine beauty.

Kaiyang Sword Seat of Qi State 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 Sword Zuo frowned as he looked at the inscription on the white crane's wings, and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a blood sacrifice on the middle road of Dafu River."

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

Those dragons thought they were going to Changliu City to take Lu Jing's life.

This is an opportunity for you and me. "

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

Mangyi 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 it, 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 Lu Jing's head. "

"Getting the head of a genius like Lu Jing is a great achievement for you and me.

Otherwise, after this matter is over, Lu Jing will not die, leave Hezhong Road, and return to Taixuanjing. With his talent, I'm afraid that next time he walks out of Taixuanjing, you and I will no longer be his opponents.

So I said... Killing Lu Jing with hundreds of dragons is an opportunity for you and me. "

Kaiyang Jianzuo bowed his head and remained silent.

The real dragon cannibalizes people, and even builds a blood sacrifice formation, using the lives and flesh of living beings to perform blood sacrifices, which must be a huge 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 slay the dragon, quite passionate.

As Mangyi Diaosi said, this is indeed an opportunity.

But from Kaiyang Jianzuo's point of view, at such a juncture, even if he didn't help Lu Jing who had a grudge with the Qi State, he shouldn't make trouble 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.

After 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.

That being the 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.

Being in Qi State, but still being so pedantic, no wonder King Qi Yuan didn't like Ji Xia Jiange, nor did he like the Qi State Sword Master who practiced one-word sword intent.

-

The plaque on the Dragon Burial City is still shining brightly.

The Master's Apricot Altar is looming around Lu Jing.

Lu Jing sat on the apricot altar of his master and practiced with his eyes closed.

Nine Gods used the 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 merged, the surging qi and blood in Lu Jing's body were undergoing some kind of change.

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

"Practice on the apricot altar of the master, and smell the fragrance 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 [-] days in the middle of the river, and it will take [-] days to use the altar of Master's apricot!

Time flies by, ascending to the body of the immortal, and under 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, and mixed with Chunlei's spirit, making Lu Jing even more tyrannical.

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

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

"Even in the face of the real elite, it is still possible to support a hundred-man army."

Sensing his powerful blood, Lu Jing thought 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... just like Qi Hanzhang said, people are born with shackles, and you can't do it according to your will.

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 Changliu City really become the City of Burying Dragons, or will there be another dead bone of a proud man in Changliu City?

Lianye Buddha 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 heavy military power can be seen like a hurricane, blowing the blood mist in the sky.

"Is it the Black Ice Armor?"

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.

Naturally, he had seen the Black Ice Armor, and at that time he had felt the rarity of the Black Ice Armor and the Black Ice Spear on the Black Ice Armor.

Buddha Zi Lianye reacted to this.

Seeing that Highness in Su's Mansion, he also wanted to take advantage of 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 wildly, and unexpectedly played a song of killing!
"I didn't expect this old dragon to come so fast. There are many dragons behind him. True dragons and flood dragons come from the clouds, but the strong ones who came to kill the 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 afar.

Inside Changliu City, everything was silent.

But he didn't know how Lu Jing could stop an old dragon with eight layers of gods, and how to fight 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 looked at each other, but saw the clouds and mist churning like a sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

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

In the front 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's power whipped up all kinds of storms, almost swallowing the Changliu City.

Fortunately, within hundreds of miles outside Changliu City, there was 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, suppressed their bodies, and could not take a step forward.

How powerful is the power of hundreds of dragons?
Even if there were desperate practitioners in Hezhong Dao who felt pity for those bitter bones and wanted to help Lu Jing and slay the dragon, they couldn't move forward because of the mighty power of the dragon.

Those who have a strong cultivation base can walk in the dragon's power, but they still falter.

By the time they reach the middle of the river, perhaps the matter has already been settled.

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

The first time Lu Jingdou's starry 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 disabled old dragon brought hundreds of dragons to Changliu City, which is my catastrophe and also my opportunity.

Where else should I go to find so many true dragons other than today? "

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

The golden law thunder that set off Lu Jing Yuanshen turned into strands of silk thread, entwining 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 about it, Lu Jing stretched out his palm. There was 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."

As Lu Jing's thoughts flickered.

A special imprint 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 heavy, 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 by, at most two hours would be exhausted, but Lu Jing felt that two hours... was enough!

Within two hours, the disabled old dragon will surely enter the city!

This was the first great gift he gave to the disabled old dragon.

And the second gift...

"A sprite and a real dragon are no different from monsters. 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-holding Pen] and a few pieces of straw paper appeared again.

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

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

[Righteousness like a rainbow] When fate is triggered, those real dragons doing evil things are indeed no different from treacherous evil!
Righteousness like a rainbow radiates golden light, while Lu Jing's temperament also has wisps of [Heroic Qi] radiating.

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 Confucianists 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 awe-inspiring aura in him didn't come entirely from righteousness like a rainbow's fate, but more from himself.

The student Haoran is a great Confucian!

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

This is how awe-inspiring energy is born.

The awe-inspiring aura of golden light is poured into the tip of the mind-holding pen.

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

[Written with God] Fate is triggered quietly, combined with righteousness like a rainbow, and Lu Jing's own awe-inspiring aura...

In an instant, the straw paper glowed with golden light, and then the straw paper began to burn, and lines of poems 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.

Without pausing, he held a pen in his hand and drew on another piece of straw paper.

The brush and ink flowed, Lu Jingdan drew with the heart-holding brush, and the strokes were still triggering.

Lu Jing raised his head from time to time, and there were nine [fighting stars] reflected in his eyes, and Lu Jing's eyes seemed to have a strange power under the strengthened Star Fighting Officer's Order.

[Gou Chen] in the sky also reflected the thunder light, and while the thunder light floated, 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 pouring 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 Lu Jing made were no longer as simple as mere visions.

But it's 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 28 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 the power of blood sacrifice, and you can't refine them yet, so let me use them first.

After killing that old dragon and killing all those so-called real dragons, 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 28 dragon balls into the sky.

Immediately, clouds and mist rose in the straw paper, swallowing the 28 dragon balls, and then disappeared.

"It's a pity that the paintings and calligraphy written with spirit and righteousness like a rainbow will still lose their noble spirit and cannot last for too long. Otherwise, they can be prepared like Taoist talisman paper."

"I don't know whether the spirit of writing can make the effect of brush and ink last forever."

"This painting is the third gift."

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

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

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

With this Master Apricot Altar, at the very 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.

[Introducing Wind] and [Calling Rain] came 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!
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The old dragon with disabled feet was covered with scars, the scales on his body had long since fallen off, and there was a sword mark on his dragon head.

That sword mark came from the sky.

During the spiritual tide, a sword fell from the sky, destroying the treasure he relied on for cultivation. You cut off his first-level cultivation, and forced him 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 spirit wave battle.

In the Lingchao War, too many powerful people died in the world, even though he had already cultivated to the ninth level of the divine appearance, he was about to build the divine tower, become the real peak of the divine appearance, and infinitely approached 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 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 the dragons swim around, full of murderous aura.

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

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

"Slay the real dragon where there is a real dragon? You should kill it!"

"Write an overreaching call to action to kill the dragon, you deserve to be killed!"

"Reflecting on the dragon-killing platform 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 controlling 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 behind the other.

Sword energy shrouded them, cutting off many true dragon spirits.

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

"The Nan family owes Mr. Lu Jing a debt, 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 came and went. I don't know the blood and tears in this world."

"The Grass Cutter Knife is still enshrined in the Juyue Hall of the Nanguo Mansion. As the blood of the Nan family, naturally I can't be sorry for the Grass Cutter Knife. Mr. Lu Jing wants to invite you as a law-abiding person, so I will naturally go."

"Senior Brother, you are different. Yuxing Island is still in the South China Sea. If you offend the Dragons of the South China Sea, I'm afraid there will be many disasters..."

Nan Heyu looked at Luo Shubai's back and said in a low voice.

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

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

But Yu Xingdao was in the South China Sea, and even the Dragon King of the South China Sea had the guts to question his 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 to be a joint event, but it makes my blood warm. "

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

Just at this time, a earth-shattering dragon chant sounded, 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 came forward, 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.

And where the old dragon's eyes fell, he saw the keel plaque on the dilapidated gate of Changliu City first.

"Burn Dragon City?"

"Made of keel?"

"It should be killed."

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

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

To welcome hundreds of dragons alone, one must be courageous!
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 scolded the real dragon angrily!
"Old dragon, are you here to die?"

Tens of miles away, dragons are overwhelming the sky, densely packed with long willows.

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

Many passionate knights of the Hezhong Road are rushing towards this side, 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 delay, and the next chapter killed the old dragon with eight levels of gods.

　
(End of this chapter)