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

"Okay..." Elder Deng Lin laughed with ecstasy, his face was flushed, and he kept saying: "Okay, okay."

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Lin Caiyun felt a pain in his chest.

A more unstable soul shows that Lin Caiyun's mood is more easily affected.

People who are about to die, even the out-of-body monks who have survived for a million years, can't help feeling sad and sad.

"Thirteen Lang." Lin Caiyun sighed softly, wanting to say something.

Elder Deng Lin interrupted him first:

"Lin Caiyun, I'm so sorry."

"Ok?"

"The day you blew yourself up, I should have walked with you."

"..." Lin Caiyun was stunned.

"I want……"

"With you... forever."

A drop of tears slowly fell into the coffin, and the old fairy Deng Lin hugged Lin Caiyun's remaining soul tightly, showing the happiest smile in his life.

While hugging Lin Caiyun tightly, there was a transparent air wave, like a sharp sword, in the shape of an arc, cutting in all directions.

Wherever the arc goes, the wind howls, the weeds soar, and the lake overflows.

Qian Lin and Lin Zichu's bodies trembled violently, they felt the world spinning, they were suddenly blown somersaults by the strong wind.

After reacting, Qian Lin and the two grabbed the ground with both hands, and quickly drew a body formation under their feet to stabilize their figure.

In the veins of the whole body, there was a majestic spiritual force blatantly intruding, causing the blood of the two to boil and the skin to swell.

Seemingly aware of something, Qianqing yelled:

"This……!"

He covered his eyes with his arms to block the sudden wind, and said in shock:

"Not good! This old man wants to... use his kung fu to seek death!

Elder Deng Lin's skin suddenly became extremely smooth and fair, and he changed into the appearance of a 20-year-old boy.

The breath exuding from his body has also undergone astonishing changes, that powerful breath seems to want to vent all his strength.

Soon, just like the raging fire, only the scorched ruins remained.

The old fairy Deng Lin was no longer young, he quickly turned into an 90-year-old old man, with rough grooves like mountain walls on his skin.

From the old to the young, the exposed skin cracked into spider web-like marks, and the outline of the spider web was oozing with bright red blood.A deafening explosion sounded suddenly, and the sky above seemed to be falling down.

The surrounding mountains slide down as quickly as a knife cuts tofu.

The cobweb traces on Old Fairy Deng Lin's body spread rapidly.

I saw that the old fairy Deng Lin was like a blood man with skin peeled off, and there was no intact skin on his whole body.

Under the severe pain, Old Immortal Deng Lin trembled all over.

He maintained a hugging posture, and the soul in his arms spread out like fireflies.

When the last ray of light left the old fairy Deng Lin's arms, his body exploded.

The huge vibration caused the surrounding mountains to slide down more rapidly.

The old fairy Deng Lin finally got his wish, not only his soul was completely shattered, but also his body, like Lin Caiyun, disappeared in the frozen forest wasteland...

It is:

For millions of years, we have tasted victory and defeat.

Life and death go hand in hand, there is no one to separate.

The circular arc is like the wind, and after sweeping all directions, there is an ear-splitting roar, as if it sprang out from the underground spring.

The rumbling sound and the nameless force made the ground of the frozen forest tremble.

All the monks who were standing or sitting were taken aback by the sudden vibration.

"Let's go!" An experienced monk, knowing that the earthquake was serious, hurriedly called his companion Yu Jian to escape.

Several monks of Zhengyang Xianzong waited anxiously outside the lineage.

Surrounded by mountains, the terrain is steep.

Countless flying stones rolled down and rained down on everyone.

Pu Qingluo swung her sword and cut a boulder in front of her into two pieces, saying: "The mountain is about to collapse! Let's get out of here first!"

Wooden Door Seven stared at the Gate of Inheritance, and shouted without looking sideways: "Young Master hasn't come back yet!"

Pu Qingluo rolled her eyes in her heart, and said, "That's right, we'll wait for him here."

With a sway of his figure, he moved behind Mumen Qi in an instant, and with his right hand held a knife, he aimed at Mumen Qi's cervical spine and knocked hard.

This knock was extremely accurate, and it happened to be the place where the seven veins of the wooden door opened.As powerful as a monk, even if his pulse points were hit so hard, he couldn't escape the end of coma.

Then Pu Qingluo turned her wrist with her right hand, a wooden vine rose like a spirit snake, and bound the wooden door seven.

"Disciples of Zhengyang Immortal Sect, follow me quickly," Pu Qingluo said coquettishly with sharp eyes, "If you don't want to leave, let me drag you away."

Mahayana monks' Sangong can induce changes in the sky and earth, and shake the earth and mountains.

At this time, in just a few breaths, the vibration knocked down the slightly shorter mountain range.

After a while, this place will be razed to the ground, leaving no grass.

At that time, the frozen forest wasteland will become the most dangerous place, and Qian Lin and the others need to leave as soon as possible like all the monks of Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

but!

Qianqing cursed in her heart, but there is still a Fulong who can't move, trapped in the prisoner dragon array!

"Big brother!"

Against the strong wind, Qianqing shouted, "You..."

He wanted to say 'you go first', but before he could say anything, he was taken aback for a moment, hesitated, and changed to: "You...follow me."

Lin Zichu responded.

Qianqing's heart seemed to have been roasted by charcoal fire, it was hot and scalding.

He felt...he wasn't alone anymore.

Qianqing reached out to pull Lin Zichu, trying to drag him to her side.

However, at this time Lin Zichu was standing in the fixed body formation, unless Qian Qing had the strength to push three mountains at the same time, Lin Zichu would not be able to shake Lin Zichu.

But how could Lin Zichu disappoint Qian Qing?He jumped lightly, his feet were off the ground, and he was separated from the fixed formation.

Then lightly landed behind Qianqing like a flying swallow, reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist.

Qian Qing laughed loudly and said, "Brother, you and I will go to the Dragon Prisoner and release that humble dragon together."

"Ah."

"My sword doesn't work well, so I want you to take me with Yujian."

Lin Zichu hugged Qianqing even tighter, and responded again.

This imprisoned dragon formation was modified by old fairy Deng Lin from the foundation of Yinlong formation under the noses of the two of them.

They clearly saw that the old fairy Deng Lin had only revised a few strokes in the center of the dragon-leading formation.

As long as the modified central part of the leading dragon formation is destroyed, the formation can no longer trap Fulong.

Qian Qing and Lin Zichu used the technique of teleportation, braved the strong wind and came to the center of the prisoner dragon formation.

It is only a few steps away from the Nanming Jade Coffin.

Feeling the upheaval of the world at close range, Fu Long's pupils stood erect and bloodshot.

Although his expression was brave, there was also panic that couldn't be concealed.

After all, it is just a juvenile Fulong, and it has been less than ten years since its incarnation.

This age is really too young for a divine beast whose longevity is as long as the sky.

If this Fulong was not derived from a piece of Fulong scale hidden between Qianqing's forehead, but was born in the world, it should still be drinking and playing under the protection of its parents, instead of being forced to face the terrible Mahayana monks It's right to be trapped in the formation.

Seeing that Qianqing came here desperately, raised the Taifu Queyan sword, and stabbed at the center, Fulong's eyes flashed with surprise, and he let out a hoarse roar from the bottom of his throat.

Only the sound of metal and stone touching could be heard, but the ground surface attached to the formation remained motionless.

Taifu's flaming sword is extremely flaming and rigid, with a hardness comparable to that of Fulong's scales.

At this time, he couldn't handle an ordinary mountain rock.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and a pine tree that had survived for thousands of years in the crevice of the mountain was uprooted and slammed towards the prisoner dragon formation.

"call--"

The strong wind rolled the pine tree, whistling, and hit the face of Fulong who couldn't avoid it.

Fulong was so angry that the scales all over his body floated, and he let out an angry roar from his throat.

Its pupils contracted into thin needles, its bright yellow eyes fixedly stared at Qian Qing who was standing in front of him, and its paws were slightly closed.

If Fulong could move, he would chop off Qianqing's head with one claw.

Seemingly sensing Fulong's death-threatening stare, Qianqing looked up.

A drop of saliva came down the corner of Fulong's mouth, Qianqing couldn't help being angry, and while slashing with her sword, she cursed: "Qilong, don't you see that I'm busy here? How dare you blame me for not blocking the tree for you. You rough The flesh is thick, and it’s okay to be hit twice.”

But the next moment, Qianqing stopped cursing.

It was all because of the departure of the old fairy Deng Lin and Lin Caiyun, which caused the earth to shake and the wind to howl.

The strong wind not only smashed the fallen logs, but even rolled the Nanming jade coffin and blew it in front of Lin Zichu.

Shocked, Lin Zichu reached out to grab the Nanming jade coffin.

This jade coffin is very unusual, it is made of precious fairy material Nanming soul chalcedony.

The so-called soul jade refers to the fact that this kind of jade has an excellent effect on nourishing the soul.The thousand-year soul jade and the ten-thousand-year chalcedony proved the preciousness of the Nanming jade coffin.

"Ah Qing!" Lin Zichu grabbed the Nanming jade coffin and shouted, "Quick, the mountain here is about to collapse!"

"I know!" Qianqing shouted, a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

He no longer cut down the prisoner dragon formation on the ground, but stabbed the Taifu Queyan sword into his palm.

The blade of the sword cut through the flesh, and blood gushed out violently.

Qianqing clenched her fist hard, squeezed out a large amount of blood, and poured water on the center of the prisoner dragon array.

It turns out that the most common way to save Fulong is to destroy the Prisoner Dragon Formation.

If you want to destroy the prisoner dragon formation, you should destroy the formation, such as cutting the ground with a sword, so that the strokes cannot be connected.

But the prisoner dragon formation, a heaven-level formation, is not so easy to destroy.

So Qian Qing suddenly thought that at that time, Elder Deng Lin changed the "Dragon Leading Formation" into the "Dragon Prison Formation" because he sprinkled blood in the formation.

Since it can't be destroyed, Qianqing just needs to sprinkle her own blood on it to change the strokes of the dragon formation.

No matter what will happen after changing the gesture, as long as this formation cannot imprison Fulong.

"One last time," Qianqing said loudly, "If Fulong can't be released, we have to leave here too!"

Qian Qing's blood mixed in the center of the prisoner dragon formation, gradually, one drop melted into the prisoner dragon formation, two drops merged into...

It blurred the original essence and blood left by the old fairy Deng Lin.

Fulong, who was suppressed by the prisoner dragon formation and unable to move, clearly felt that the suppression of the prisoner dragon formation began to loosen.

Fulong struggled, it raised its head high, thousands of scales shone with astonishing light.

"Quick!" Lin Zichu pulled Qian Qing's arm tightly, urging him.

Qianqing yelled, and a vein popped up on her forehead.

"Roar--"

Then he heard a dragon chant soaring into the sky, Fulong swayed and flicked his tail, like a silver sharp sword, blatantly broke through the prisoner dragon formation.

It soars and breathes the breath of freedom, and the tail of the dragon is like two huge round fans, which make the mountains of the frozen forest and wasteland collapse.

Fulong swam and rushed to the sky, chanting continuously.

Suddenly, Long Tong became ruthless and looked down the mountain.

Two ant-sized people Xiu Yujian sprinted forward, struggling under the rolling rocks.

"Get out of here quickly." Qian Qing stood on Kun Qiao's sword, put her arms around Lin Zichu's waist, and said, "This...uh!..."

Before the words fell, Qianqing suddenly heard a muffled snort.He couldn't keep his balance and fell heavily from the Kunqiao sword.

Lin Zichu was taken aback, he didn't care about anything else, he stepped on the Kunqiao sword forcefully, flew down quickly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull Qianqing.

"Ah Ching!"

Qianqing leaned back and fell, and saw the culprit who made her fall from the Kunqiao sword in mid-air.

It was Fulong who pulled Qianqing from the Kunqiao sword.

It was flying upwards, when it suddenly saw Qian Lin and the two fleeing, it chased after it fiercely, swept Qian Qing's back with its dragon tail, and pushed him back from the Kun Qiao sword.

Qianqing thought that Fulong had bad intentions and wanted to avenge the scales.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Let me teach this stinky dragon a lesson!"

However, Lin Zichu tightly grasped Qianqing's hand, dragged him behind him, and said, "Ah Qing, it's important to escape, we won't be too late to fight until we get out of the frozen forest wasteland."

"Hmph." Qianqing also knew that the situation in the frozen forest wasteland was extremely dangerous, and it was not appropriate to waste time here, so he gave Fulong a hard look, and said coldly, "Since elder brother said so, I will let you go for now."

It suddenly occurred to me that every time Master Feng Zhaoming used the dragon-leading array to lure Fulong out, he had to use force to suppress Fulong and send him back to his forehead.If Fulong's body is not between Qianqing's forehead, then the fairy master bone cannot be suppressed, and Fulong will be free.

At this time, both Qianlin and Qianlin had no means to suppress Fulong.

After leaving the frozen forest wasteland, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see Fulong again in the future.

Thinking of this, Qianqing raised her head and shouted to Fulong above:

"Although I stripped you of a subduing dragon scale, I also saved your life. From then on, you and I will not owe each other. Don't bother me again, get out, and never appear near the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. "

Fu Long narrowed his eyes, showing complex expressions of astonishment, annoyance, and puzzlement in his eyes.

It let out a long moan, and for some reason, it suddenly rioted, regardless, swung its dragon tail, and slapped Qianqing fiercely again.

This time, not only Qianqing, but even Lin Zichu was knocked down by Kun Qiaojian.

Qianqing was furious, she stretched out her right hand violently, grabbed Lin Zichu's hand, and threw him back onto the Kun Qiao sword.

"Brother, stay away!" Qian Qing said: "This dragon will definitely cause trouble, and he must be dealt with. Today, let me settle the old and new scores with him."

Lin Zichu was anxious, but seeing that Qian Qing had made up her mind, she stopped speaking out to dissuade her.

No matter where Qianqing is, she will be with him.

Qianqing was full of fighting spirit, and said:

"Amao!"

Hearing the master's call, Amao, who was originally squatting on Qianqing's shoulder, trot forward in a tacit understanding, and was grabbed by Qianqing in the palm of his hand.

A tough and long transparent spider thread spewed out from Ah Mao's mouth and attacked Fulong.

Fulong's eyes were sharp, he flicked his tail and swam to avoid the spider silk.

Fulong's moving speed is well-deserved first among all the beasts.

Even Yujian's flight is far inferior to Fulong's speed.

Qian Qing was not surprised to see Fulong dodging Ah Mao's spider web easily.

The spider's thread, which was about to fly away, suddenly stuck to the mountain wall beside it.It should be said that the original target of the spider silk was not Fulong, but the mountain wall behind Fulong.

Taking advantage of the situation, Qian Qing raised her head upwards, raised her sword and blatantly attacked Fulong.

Fulong's eyes were violent, and the scales in his throat wriggled and tightened suddenly.

The extremely compressed air was fired from Fulong's mouth like a cannonball.

Fulong breathes out!

The condensed aura flew towards Qianqing with astonishing strength.

Qian Qing didn't dare to underestimate it, she concentrated on holding the Taifu Quyan sword with both hands, and then raised it up to cut the air wave into two sections.

"Roar--"

A wave of Qi was chopped off, and endless breaths of Fulong came one after another.

The fairy sword in Qianqing's hand danced faster and faster, and when it cut off the air wave, it made a crisp sound.

Infinite breath spewed out, and infinite waves of air were cut off.

Bang, bang, bang.

Duh, duh, duh!

On the battlefield of one man and one dragon, there are only countless intense sounds like beans popping in a frying pan, which are deafening, and seem to be able to drown out the sound of the nearby mountain collapsing and cracking.

At this moment, Qian Qing's feet suddenly tilted, and a huge crack spread from the ground under his feet.

This is the ground fissure caused by the violent earthquake after Deng Lin Sangong.Under the fissures of the ground, there is no bottom to be seen, and the miasma is rampant.

Qianqing immediately jumped up to dodge, but such an incomparably brief hesitation in a fierce battle can cause serious consequences.

Seeing Fulong's insight into Qianqing's loophole at this time, he opened his teeth and claws, and rushed towards Qianqing.

With a strong sense of life and death crisis, Qianqing subconsciously used the strongest trick.

A strong light suddenly shot out from the palm of his right hand, and that light, like the scorching sun descending, gathered in Qian Qing's palm.

"clear."

This move was taught by Immortal Bai Zang when Qian Qing was about to leave.

As soon as the "clear" comes out, even a powerful beast like Fulong will be seriously injured and near death in a melee situation.

Fulong, who was close to Qianqing's palm, seemed to have sensed the horror of this move.

There was a look of panic in its eyes, but its body still rushed forward involuntarily.

The dragon's claws parted, and the dragon's toe grabbed Qianqing's neck, and it was threatening to throw him to the ground.

Qian Qing, who was caused to fall on her back by the strong wind, was in a daze for a while.

All of Fulong's movements, in Qianqing's eyes, were strangely delayed and slowed down.

In an instant, Qianqing thought a lot.

... This Fulong is really abominable.

Not only arrogant, but also cheap.

It has lived on his forehead for more than twenty years, and as soon as it transforms into a dragon shape, it will devour the master.

But, but.

This Fulong, just like himself, has no father or mother since he was a child, and is lonely.

If I go on with this move, I will definitely kill Xiaolong.

Although the cheap dragon has an annoying temper, but it's enough to beat it up. Are you really going to kill it?

Thinking of this, Qianqing's burning white light suddenly went out.

If he wanted to kill this Fulong, he would not have saved its life under the hands of Old Immortal Deng Lin.

At the critical moment, Qian Qing made a fatal move.

And Fulong's front paws also rushed forward, pressing Qianqing to the ground.

Only the sound of "clang" was heard, and the dust was flying.Where Qianqing was lying, the ground was sunken for half a meter, leaving a three-clawed dragon's palm shape.

Under Fulong's enormous strength, Qianqing couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

After reacting, Qianqing was shocked.

How can you take back that move?I don't want Fulong to die, but Fulong always wants his own life.

It doesn't matter if you take your own life, but if you die, how can your eldest brother live alone?

Cold sweat rolled from Qianqing's forehead, and he looked up at Fulong above.

Fulong is as big as a mountain, and one toe is taller than Qianqing.

The dragon's head is like a whale, and the dragon's eyes are like a tank.

At this moment, Fu Long stared at Qian Qing tentatively, then suddenly lowered his head and opened his bloody mouth, as if he wanted to swallow Qian Qing alive.

Lin Zichu's voice was completely covered.

next moment.

"Roar—!!"

Fulong's whole body tensed up, aiming at the man who was stuck between his toes, he suddenly let out a terrifying roar, which rang out to stop Xingyun.

Roaring is indeed one of the attacking tactics of the divine beast Fulong.

But at this time, the roar of the Fulong was not aggressive at all, it was just a simple roar.

After the roar, Fu Long gave Qian Qing a hard look.

It let go of its front paws, rushed to the sky, and swam around the mountains with all its strength.

Its body gradually shrinks as it swims, and soon becomes like an embroidery needle.

Then, unexpectedly, the embroidery needle Fulong rushed to the ground, got between Qianqing's forehead, and disappeared without a trace.

"..."

Qianqing got up from the ground with a dazed expression, her whole body was covered with saliva from Fulong's roar, even her hair was wet.

Lin Zichu, who had rushed to rescue him, was also stunned when he saw Qianqing who was unharmed.