Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 171 Slaying the Dragon (Seventeen)
Nervously, Jiu Jie dodged the dragon's tail and rushed towards the dragon's head.

Suddenly Jiujie's pupils shrank and he suddenly stopped.

"boom!"

The golden dragon slammed the tail of the dragon fiercely in front of Jiu Jie.

As the gravel flew randomly, the dragon's tail swept towards Jiujie.

The dragon's tail was too fast, and there was not enough room for Jiujie to retreat and dodge.

"I want to learn from Shao Yingjie!"

As soon as Jiu Jie gritted his teeth, a lot of flying swords were thrown out of the storage ring, almost all of them were low-grade or middle-grade spiritual weapons.

With a wave of his hand, these flying swords immediately rushed towards the dragon's tail densely.

"Bang bang bang bang!" Jiujie's spiritual sense pulled and controlled these flying swords to explode, and at the same time pasted all the defensive talismans in the storage ring on his body, and his body was covered with colorful spiritual shields, and he felt extremely at ease in his heart.

boom boom boom boom boom
The self-detonation of the spirit weapon is very powerful, not to mention so many spirit weapons exploding together.

The sound of the explosion was earth-shattering, and the sound waves reverberated in the cave, and the wooden boxes in the passage grids were instantly crushed into sawdust by the violent spiritual power.

The hundreds of layers of spiritual shields on Jiu Jie's body burst seventy or eighty layers like a bubble in an instant.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a dragon's tail still drew over and slammed on Jiu Jie's body.

Jiujie instantly flew backwards and hit the black stone wall, creating a humanoid mark. The remaining hundreds of layers of spiritual shields on his body were all shattered. The sound of broken bones was heard in the chest. Jiujie put his hands on the ground and vomited blood.

He really didn't expect that such a powerful self-destruction could not stop this damn dragon's tail.

Fortunately, these spiritual shields slowed down the power of the dragon's tail, and his physical body was relatively strong, so he was not directly killed by the tail.

"Cough cough." Jiu Jie coughed, blood was coughed up continuously, more than half of the bones in his body were broken, and the bones in the chest pierced the internal organs, even breathing was extremely painful.

Jiujie gritted his teeth and groaned, forcing himself to stand up. The external injuries were recovering quickly and he would be completely healed in about three breaths. However, the internal injuries were estimated to take at least five or six days to recover. These internal injuries would definitely affect his mobility. This Jiujie was a little worried that if he was attacked by Dragon Tail again, he would probably have to burp in this cave.

The smoke and dust cleared away, and the pitted hole that had been pumped by the dragon's tail was now half-wasted after being ravaged by the explosion of the spiritual weapon.

Jiu Jie couldn't help but feel relieved after observing the state of the golden dragon with his eyes.

At this moment, the golden dragon was lying powerlessly on the ground. The mighty tail of the dragon hung on the ground motionless before. The dragon scales on its body were shattered. Now it looks even more miserable. The ground is full of fallen golden dragon scales. The wound, dripping with blood.

Jiu Jie walked up to Jin Long and knelt down. Jin Long's eyes were already half-closed, his eyelids were stretched, and his vitality was weak.

"I don't want to kill you, I just want to take a little blood from you."

"A little bit is fine."

As he spoke, Jiu Jie took out a storage ring, and put his hand into the bloody mouth of the golden dragon that was stretched open by the spear.

Immediately, the wound in Jinlong's mouth suddenly began to bleed profusely, and the dragon's blood was sucked into the storage ring like money.

"Enough is enough, Brother Long, enough!" Jiu Jie reckoned that his storage ring was almost filled with seven or eight catties of dragon's blood, and the dragon would burp if he kept it.

However, he found that his hand could not be retracted, as if being pulled by a force.

The dragon's blood was still flowing, and the space in the Jiujie storage ring was almost full.

"Om-"

The long spear in the golden dragon's throat suddenly vibrated, and golden ripples swelled.

The moment the golden ripples touched Jiu Jie, Jiu Jie was shocked.

The golden scriptures of the Supreme Buddhist Sutra in the Sea of ​​Consciousness formed a golden little doll, and the little doll kept dancing with a spear in its hand.

This is a set of marksmanship, and it is related to the Supreme Buddhist Sutra.

The little baby dances the spear very slowly, but it seems to contain a certain rhythm. As time goes by, the little baby dances the spear faster and faster. The spear in his hand is like a swimming dragon, flying up and down , dense gun shadows appeared around him.

Suddenly, the little baby stabbed forward with the spear in his hand, and all the shadows of the spear disappeared in an instant, and it seemed that only this spear was left in the world.

In the direction of the spear, the demon god is invincible.

A huge golden wave was set off in Jiujie's Sea of ​​Consciousness space, rolling towards the giant golem.

The black scriptures around the demon statue rotated rapidly, and the black demonic power resisted the invasion of the golden Buddha's spiritual power, but the shot stabbed hard on the demon statue's scriptures.

"Hmph..." Jiu Jie felt that his sea of ​​consciousness was about to be torn apart, and he had a splitting headache, so he let out a muffled grunt, but fortunately, this feeling disappeared soon.

The spiritual power of the golden Buddha raging in the Sea of ​​Consciousness quickly dissipated, and the little golden gun-wielding doll also began to dissipate, and everything returned to calm.

"This technique is really evil..." Jiujie thought about the scene just now, and he felt a little lingering in his heart. The little doll was obviously condensed from the Buddha statue in his own sea of ​​consciousness, which was equivalent to the evolution of his own consciousness, but the shot just now made him There was a feeling that he was going to be killed, which made him even more unable to see through the Daoyuan of the Three Lives. There was a faint doubt in his heart, and he didn't know what the future he was cultivating would be like.

"Om—" The golden spear vibrated again, and Jiu Jie came back to his senses, feeling that his hands were wet. It turned out that the storage ring was already filled with dragon blood, and the dragon blood flowed onto his hands.

"Pfft!"

The golden spear suddenly flew up and penetrated the golden dragon's forehead, leaving a wound as big as a bowl and flying out. The spear was covered with dragon blood, but it was quickly absorbed by the spear.

Jiu Jie hurriedly backed away, looking at the spear vigilantly.

The spear flew towards Jiu Jie and floated in front of Jiu Jie.

"Roar!"

The golden dragon whose head was pierced by the spear did not die yet, the dragon's body writhed, the iron chain struck, and it bit Jiu Jie.

Seeing the dragon's head getting closer and closer, Jiu Jie's mind suddenly only had the set of marksmanship demonstrated by the little golden doll just now.

Fu Ling's heart came, Jiujie suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the spear in front of him, and the Supreme Buddha's spiritual power was pulled by the spear, pouring towards the spear violently.

The gun shadow appeared, and the long spear in Jiu Jie's hand stabbed hundreds of times in an instant. In the shadow of the gun, Jiu Jie's eyes turned golden, and the power of the long spear in his hand was constantly increasing.

Soon, Jiujie felt that the power of the spear's boost was about to exceed the limit he could control.

Jiujie loosened and tightened his hand holding the gun, all the shadows of the gun disappeared in an instant, only one gun was left, and the black death force emerged, almost covering half of the spear. stab away.

"Pfft!"

The golden dragon's head was less than a foot away from the Jiujie, but it was caught by the black iron chain, unable to move any further, and the dragon's eyes were full of sorrow.

Jiujie's spear pierced through the wound on the dragon's head, twisting it hard.

Jinlong died instantly!

(End of this chapter)