Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Old Immortal Deng Lin's eyes were like lightning, shining brightly.

"Let's improve it by Ben Shangxian, and draw a real dragon-leading array!"

As soon as the words were finished, the old fairy Deng Lin suddenly raised his foot and wiped away all the dozens of corners in the center of the Yinlong formation.

At the same time, he bit his right hand and poured blood into the battle.

The Fulong, the size of a mountain, has already attacked, with sharp teeth, it hangs above the head of Old Fairy Deng Lin.

At the critical moment, I saw Fulong's whole body was shaken, and he couldn't move for a moment.

Fulong's orange-yellow dragon pupils, which were bigger than a water tank, were covered with bloodshot eyes, and stared ferociously at Old Fairy Deng Lin.

If eyes can kill, Fu Long can kill Deng Lin ten thousand times at this moment.

It looked as if it wanted to smash Old Fairy Deng Lin's corpse into thousands of pieces immediately, but its body didn't move, only its eyes could move a little.The heavy panting sound represented Fulong's overwhelming anger.

"Look," the old fairy Deng Lin said: "With a little modification, the so-called 'leading dragon array' can become a 'prisoned dragon array'. A little dragon that can't move is comparable to a little villain who doesn't understand etiquette and bites people indiscriminately." Dragons are much better."

Qian Qing and Lin Zichu faced each other, both showing shocked expressions.

They have never heard of anyone who can change the drawn formation on the spot.

Even Xuanying Immortal Venerable who is best at studying formations in Zhengyang Immortal Sect may not dare to change the leading dragon formation casually.

After all, this is the top-level "Heavenly Rank" formation created by the Immortal Lord Dongkun.

But this old fairy Deng Lin did it. Not only did he do it, but he also completely changed the effect of the dragon-leading formation, turning it into another more compulsory "dragon prison formation".

I saw Fulong in the formation with a ruthless expression, his body trembling slightly, apparently gathering strength and planning to escape from the formation.

But for a young dragon like it, it was too difficult to resist the methods deployed by the Mahayana monks.

Elder Deng Lin's body flickered, he flashed onto Fulong's back, and said in his mouth:

"The scales on the back are the thickest and the longest. Originally, the immortal only took one scale from your back. If you don't accept it, you will come to me for revenge after you succeed in your cultivation."

After saying this, Old Immortal Deng Lin sighed softly.Of course, he wanted to arouse Fulong's aggressive and ruthless heart, so that Fulong could regard himself as a mortal enemy, able to endure and survive, and only waited for the shame to be avenged in the future.

However, Old Immortal Deng Lin didn't know whether such an unruly divine beast could endure the humiliation of peeling off its scales.

After all... Most of the monks who got the Fulong scales just picked up the scales left when the Fulong scales shed their skin in the wild, and brought the scales back to the sect to cherish and use them as immortal treasures.

As Fulong's traces become more and more difficult to find, even the treasured scales of Fulong's shed skin are no longer hard to find, and no one has ever peeled Fulong's scales by himself, so naturally he has no way of seeing Fulong's reaction after being scaled .

Countless thoughts flashed through Deng Lin's mind, but his movements were swift and precise.

He aimed at a shiny silver scale on Fulong's back and pulled hard.

I felt the tendons trembling violently, and the blood on Fulong's body burned in the veins like boiling, making a thumping sound.

"Huh," Elder Deng Lin said, "What a tough dragon scale!"

Without any reservations, his subordinates poured spiritual power into his right hand and used immortal supernatural powers.

There was a crisp 'click' sound, and a piece of silver dragon scale sticking to flesh and blood was forcibly pulled off from Fulong's back.

Qianqing stared intently at everything that happened in front of her.

An inexplicable feeling came to my heart, as if Qianqing at this time was Fulong trapped in the prisoner dragon formation.

He can clearly feel all the emotions of Fulong.

Anger, shame, pain, intense resentment against an impotent self, and vicious hatred.

In an instant, Qianqing seemed to have returned to ten years ago, and saw herself lying in the mud soup with a splitting headache and helpless after being snatched away by beggars in the rainstorm.

"..."

Even in the prisoner dragon formation, the immobile Fulong let out a painful roar from his throat.

It twisted its body crazily, and its body trembled violently, but it couldn't move anyway.

The eyeballs were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and the saliva dripped down the sharp teeth and dripped on the bluestone board.

it hurts!

I hate it!

Well... not reconciled!

The mournful wailing sound like a ghost echoed in Qianqing's ears, Qianqing clenched her teeth and clenched her fists, her mouth tasted the taste of blood, so she could control herself and not be impulsive.

not the right time yet.

Fulong can't be released yet.

Once Fulong, who has suffered from the pain of peeling scales, is released, it will definitely turn upside down.

Now the old fairy Deng Lin is racing against time, intending to save Lin Caiyun, and has no time to entangle with Fulong.

Besides, after Elder Deng Lin took off the Fulong scales, he didn't stop, and rushed to Lin Caiyun's Nanming jade coffin, ready to reduce the blood mixed with Que, lower Lin Caiyun's aptitude, and make him escape the curse of the cold dragon and the snow. , become a normal person.

Elder Deng Lin called Qianqing and Lin Zichu over, and said quickly:

"As long as the aptitude of Hanlong's snow-covered body can be lowered so that his soul can exist stably without the soul nail, there are countless possible ways to restore his physical body later."

Qian Qing knew that at this moment, Elder Deng Lin was telling her how to save Hanlong Woxue's body, so she listened very carefully.

Elder Deng Lin didn't want to start a discussion, he didn't even look at Qian Lin and the two, his eyes could only see the monk lying flat in the jade coffin from beginning to end.

Although Lin Caiyun had regained consciousness, he was very weak, lying in the jade coffin, with his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed in pain.

Thinking about it, the feeling of being pinned by the soul nail is not so pleasant.

Elder Deng Lin's hands were shaking.

"Lin Caiyun..." he called softly, "I'm here to save you."

As he said, the old fairy Deng Lin stretched out his hand to Lin Caiyun's dantian, and squeezed it hard.

The indestructible dragon scales, under the vigorous pinch of the Mahayana monk, immediately turned into thousands of dust, which filled the jade coffin.

Then Elder Deng Lin took out another porcelain vase and poured out two streams of Queyan Erhe's blood from it.

A strong smell of blood came to the face, but the hot blood mixed with the dragon scales, turned into thousands of dust shining red, the dust was soft, lingering in Lin Caiyun's dantian.

The old fairy Deng Lin looked down at Lin Caiyun's dantian, with a slight pain in his eyes, then took a deep breath, pressed down with both hands, and pressed the two objects into Lin Caiyun's dantian.

Lin Zichu couldn't help but let out a soft 'Huh', it can be seen that Deng Lin's expression was focused, so he didn't speak.

He seemed to see a black hole as thin as a spider's silk in the center of Lin Caiyun's dantian.

But the black hole is so small that even a Golden Core cultivator like him can't see it clearly.

Lin Caiyun's soul was shaken suddenly, his transparent face revealed a forbearing expression.

Elder Deng Lin looked at Lin Caiyun's dantian eagerly and nervously.

However, after a week of wandering in Lin Caiyun's body, the red stream of dust drifted out along the dantian for some reason.

Lin Caiyun trembled all over, and there was no sign of a stable soul at all.

"..."

Old Fairy Deng Lin's eyes widened, revealing a furious expression.

"How is this going?"

He looked up to the sky and shouted, murderous.

Suddenly, Elder Deng Lin seemed to have discovered something, he turned his head and looked at Fulong in the prisoner dragon formation.

Qian Qing thumped in her heart, without even thinking about it, she rushed forward.

"Get out of the way!" Old Immortal Deng Lin cursed, avoided Qian Qing, and teleported to the prisoner dragon formation.

"It must be because the scales of this Fulong are useless." Deng Lin said, "The scales of an adult Fulong should be golden. After hundreds of millions of years, they will turn purple. The scales of this little dragon are too light. useless!"

As if he had found a suitable excuse for himself, Old Immortal Deng Lin roared angrily, reaching out to grab Fulong's neck.

"I'll peel off the dragon scales of the whole dragon to see if it's useful! If it's useless, it's better to die."

"No!" At the critical moment, Qian Qing raised her hand to block it, pushing Elder Deng Lin aside. "It's not because Fulong's scales are useless at all. No matter how many scales you peel off, it's useless."

Elder Deng Lin showed an expression of disbelief, and he said angrily:

"Didn't you say, leave this Fulong's life to me?"

Qian Qing looked at Old Immortal Deng Lin's red eyes, and knew that he really had murderous intentions.

He used one ten thousandth of an instant to sigh slightly in the deepest part of his heart.

"……I regret."

Qianqing spread her arms wide to protect Fulong.

His eyes were solemn and his face was serious.

"I can't watch you kill it."

Elder Deng Lin's white hair, which was originally soft, suddenly stood up like an offended beast.He stared at Qianqing with red eyes.

"... These days, you treat me and elder brother like a teacher or a father." Qian Qing said: "It's really hard to repay this kind of kindness. So, you kill me first, and then Fulong will not be too late."

Elder Deng Lin looked at Qian Qing dangerously, and said, "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Qianqing shook her head.

He looked into the eyes of old fairy Deng Lin, and he understood.

This person... is so obsessed with saving Lin Caiyun that he is almost crazy.

As long as it's not about Lin Caiyun, he doesn't care.

Once Lin Caiyun's life was involved, even if the old fairy Deng Lin slaughtered the whole world, he would not hesitate.

Through those blood-red eyes, Qianqing read out such a vicious realization.

That's why he stood up, because Qianqing knew that if Lin Caiyun didn't survive, she and her elder brother might not be able to walk out alive either.

It's better to find a chance and let Fulong survive.

After all, Fulong is the fastest of all fairy beasts.If it is it, maybe it can escape.

"Come on." Qianqing sighed, pulled out a long sword from behind with her right hand, and said, "Today is the day when the grievances between you and me are settled."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zichu also stepped into the prisoner dragon formation, holding the Kunqiao sword, and made a posture of fighting side by side with Qianqing.

The monks in Zhengwuzhou are warlike by nature, and no one will shrink back because the enemy is too strong.

Even if the opponent is a Mahayana monk.

Qian Qing and Lin Zichu were full of fighting spirit, their swords were pointing at each other, the tip of the sword was slightly downward.

This is the opening hand gesture when the disciple asks the teacher to respect the swordsmanship, but it is used at this time to express respect to the old fairy Deng Lin.

Elder Deng Lin's spiritual pressure skyrocketed.

From deep in the sky, there was a muffled rumble of thunder.

Such a strong Reiatsu!

The spiritual pressure of the Mahayana monks was really great, Qianlin and the two were so pressed that they could hardly breathe, as if there was a mountain on their backs.However, even so, the two of them managed to maintain a standing posture, never losing face to the disciples of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

"You two go away quickly." The old fairy Deng Lin said grimly: "I don't want to kill you, but whoever wants to stop me from peeling off the dragon scales, whoever wants to stop me from saving Lin Caiyun, then one will kill one, and two will kill one pair .”

Qianqing couldn't speak, for fear that she would vomit blood when she opened her mouth.

He wanted to say, we are not trying to stop you from saving Lin Caiyun, but senior Lin Caiyun...

There is simply no way to save him!

Not only Lin Zichu discovered the black hole in Lin Caiyun's dantian, but even Qianqing also discovered it.

The old fairy Deng Lin would not be ignorant, in fact, he did not collect all the souls of Qi Lin Caiyun at all.

But Old Immortal Deng Lin just pretended not to know.

Qianqing sighed again.

He tried his best to turn his head abruptly under the amazing spiritual pressure of the Mahayana monk.

The neck creaked, Qianqing saw Lin Zichu's face.

The man couldn't even make a smile, only the smile in his eyes.

big brother...

I……

Qianqing moved her lips, just about to speak.

Suddenly, not far away, a clear and gentle monk said in a low voice:

"Thirteen Lang."

This small sound was louder than thunder.

Old Fairy Deng Lin trembled all over, and the powerful spiritual pressure immediately subsided completely.

The sudden drop in pressure made Qian Lin and the two of them rush forward and fell to the ground. Their chests were frantically depressed, and they opened their mouths to vomit a large mouthful of blood.

"Thirteen Lang, that's enough, you stop."

Old Fairy Deng Lin's lips trembled slightly, he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

"Turn around." Lin Caiyun's voice came from behind Old Fairy Deng Lin, the voice was so close that Old Fairy Deng Lin was surprised.

Elder Deng Lin turned around in this way, his face paled in shock.