Mortal bone

With just one sentence, Dong Qiushui, who was thousands of miles away, appeared directly on the street.

Elder Lou Da was a little stunned and said:

"The words of the Confucianism follow their power, and they can actually do this?"

Since the fall of the last sage in Confucianism, there has been no sage for hundreds of thousands of years.

Since then, they have gradually faded out of the practice world. Some of the disciples of the major academies began to enter the world to educate the common people, and some went to the temple to assist the king of the world.

Gradually, apart from Confucianism disciples who themselves have Confucian inheritance, only a very small number of people really understand the power of Confucianism.

At this time, the owner of the leftover pearl slowly opened his mouth and said:

"No way, it's because the Confucian disciples of the later generations are obsessed with temples and teachings, and their knowledge is too shallow. Even after studying for a lifetime, they can't keep a few taels of arrogance in their stomachs, let alone mold their literary hearts with their own arrogance."

"Even the literary heart can't shape itself, how much power can it have if its words come out with power?"

"Without the power to express the law, in order to protect themselves, many Confucian disciples began to practice martial arts and Taoist skills."

"In this way, there will be less time for reading and learning."

"As time goes by, the power of words will follow, and gradually become a trick of Confucianism to flatter temples."

"When you meet a real master of martial arts, military or Taoism, you can only beg for mercy."

"If it weren't for the support of those old gentlemen, Confucianism would have been expelled from the world of practice."

When it came to the end, the face of the owner of the bead was full of grief.

Elder Lou Da suddenly said:

"It's no wonder that after the fall of the last generation of sages, Confucian disciples rarely appear on the battlefield of the battle between heaven and demons."

While the two were talking, there was a loud "boom", and the whole Tower of the Leftover Pearl trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a cold aura full of cruelty and murder fluctuated, suddenly covering the entire world.

In an instant, the entire old dragon city went from midsummer to cold winter.

The owner of the leftover pearl is very familiar with this breath, and immediately looked at the figure in front of the ghost master in the spirit mirror.

Then he really saw that Dong Qiushui's aura fluctuated, like purple waves with golden edges, spreading crazily towards the surroundings.

At the same time, Dong Qiushui's body suddenly grew taller, and his physique grew accordingly.

In the blink of an eye, Dong Qiushui turned into a monster with a body as strong as a monster, with a dragon head and a human body, with dragon horns on its head, and purple flames flying around it.

After seeing this specific soul clearly, the owner of the leftover pearl was very surprised and said:

"This Dong Qiushui actually cultivated the body of a real dragon by relying on the blood power of the dragon horn!"

Regarding the fact that Bi Yougong Dong Qiushui found the real dragon spine and dragon horns in the old dragon court, it is no longer a secret in Dry Stone Sea.

It's just that the owner of the leftover pearl didn't expect that Dong Qiushui could cultivate the body of a real dragon by relying on the power of blood remaining in these two real dragon bones.

On the other side of the spiritual mirror, Elder Lou Da said with a surprised face:

"This Dong Qiushui is not a martial artist, why should he cultivate the body of a real dragon?"

The words of Elder Lou Da seemed to wake up the Lou Zhu of the Pearl, and he stared at Dong Qiushui in the spiritual mirror in front of him and murmured:

"I heard that Dong Qiushui obtained a dragon weapon in addition to the two real dragon bones in the old Dragon Court secret realm."

When Elder Lou heard this, he was even more puzzled, and immediately asked:

"It's not that the Dragon God Soldier only has dragon blood..."

When he said this, he suddenly opened his mouth half-opened, looked at Dong Qiushui's body in the mirror with horror and said:

"It turns out that for 800 years, Dong Qiushui gave up his practice of Tongyou Cave and devoted himself to refining the bones of the real dragon, all in order to control the dragon weapon!"

rumbling...

While the two were talking, there was a sudden burst of thunder in the sky above the street in the spirit mirror.

Immediately afterwards, Dong Qiushui was seen struggling to break free from the shackles of the words that Haoran had transformed before, while raising his arms, raised his head and roared to the sky:

"Rain!"

As soon as the words fell, the sky above the street was suddenly as bright as day, and a silver-white fireball pierced through the clouds and fog, and fell from the sky.

"boom!"

In the end, when the fireball was about to hit the ground, it suddenly turned into a three-pointed and two-edged halberd, which was firmly held by Dong Qiushui.

Dong Qiushui, holding the three-pointed and two-bladed halberd of the Dragon God Brigade, once again gained a lot of power around him.

Even the monks watching the battle in front of the spiritual mirror can still see the terrifying fighting power of him at the moment from the turbulent wind turbulent in his aura.

"Don't say that you are not a real saint, even if you are a Confucian saint alive, with Lei Xi here, I, Dong Qiushui, will still kill you!"

Dong Qiushui, who was holding the Dragon Divine Weapon Lei Que, roared at the ghost master with a murderous look on his face, then raised the Lei Que in his hand, and stabbed at the ghost master suddenly.

"boom!"

At the moment when the thunder pierced out, the berserk thunder gang carrying a destructive aura filled the entire street like a torrent in an instant, and rushed towards the ghost master in front and Xu Taiping and others behind him.

"boom!"

In just a moment, most of the aura of awe-inspiring energy entangling Dong Qiushui like chains was shattered by this violent thunder gang.

Seeing this scene, even masters like Yizhu Zhuzhu and Lou Da Elder couldn't help feeling a wave of palpitations.

The Dragon God Soldier already has the power to remove armor and break spells, but now it has the killing power comparable to that of a fairy sword, who can stop it?

But just when the two were so worried, the ghost master holding the bamboo slips in the spiritual mirror took another swig of the Tibetan fairy wine, and pointed to the sky with great boldness:

"What do you mean by taking gold and swallowing white jade?"

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat, so that it will never return to the court or lie down at night."

"Of course the old don't die, and the young don't cry."

Almost at the same time when the ghost lord's chanting ended, the mighty aura that the ghost lord used to restrain Dong Qiushui was completely swallowed up by the torrent of silver-white thunder.

But at the next moment, a golden light suddenly lit up in the direction of the ghost master's finger, followed by falling from the sky.

"boom!"

Amid the sound of a huge earthquake, a dragon-slaying platform fell from the sky and landed heavily on the street.

Accompanied by the Zhanlongtai, there is also a chilling sword intent that seems to be able to cut off the soul of a monk, and a turbulent sword that swirls around the Dragonzhantai.

"boom!"

When the silver-white thunder gang summoned by Dong Qiushui with the Dragon Divine Weapon collided with the sword gangs around the dragon-slaying platform, the street where Xu Taiping and the others were located violently trembled again.

And after the sound of collision stopped, everyone in front of the mirror saw with horror that Dong Qiushui's torrent of thunder had already dissipated.

He himself was also shocked by the counter-shock force caused by the collision of Jian Gang and Lei Gang, making him back again and again.

The nine-layer bodyguard Lei Gang around his body was also cut through three layers in a row by the sword energy overflowing from the Dragon Slaying Platform.

The second ghost master remained calm.

He put down the wine gourd, squinted at Dong Qiushui who had just stood still, and said with a bit of drunkenness in his tone:

"The last few real dragons in this world were all beheaded by my Confucian sages. You bastard, how dare you speak nonsense in front of me?"

As if to support his words, at this time, thunder suddenly roared in the night sky.

For a moment, Dong Qiu's face was ashen, and there was no arrogance in his eyes, but a look of panic.