Dragon King weapon

Chongduan was rushed back to the residence by Tang Jian, and it was already high in the sun, saying that it was an urgent report from the army, and a ghost claimed to have seen the original body of the old dragon king in the depths of Minshan Mountain.

"Golden wings with green horns, whiskers under the jaw, scales gradually changing indigo, and a pair of vermilion pupils, there is no mistake." After finishing speaking, Tang Jian glanced at Rong Qianji.

He, Tang Jian, had two faces, he smiled and rolled his eyes towards the severe one, while the other side of his head was indeed looking worriedly at Rong Qianji who was wearing golden fetters on his feet.

If the old dragon king is found, the little dragon king's end will only be one word of death, if he can't find it... it will be endless torture.

He has been with Chongduan for many years, but he has not figured out this person's temperament, he only regarded him as fierce and ruthless, until the moment he just entered the bedroom, he saw through Rong Qianji's heart.

I saw the old man that Little Dragon King kept in his heart.

It was Chong Duan with slightly green eyebrows, about twelve or thirteen years old, holding a three-foot green sharp edge, practicing martial arts and swords in the clouds, turning over and picking flowers from the branches of the laurel tree in the Moon Palace for the little dragon king.

Rather than being born in the gods of the Underworld, Chong Duan is decisive and decisive, and his complexion is even more gloomy as he is dressed in black armor.

Tang Jian suddenly understood that the judge's black robe was holding the severed soul in the corner belt of the judge in Yan Luo Hall, and said: "Everything has its own destiny, you can't expect it."

The Wufang ghost emperor immediately ordered the two gods Shui Xin to accompany him, torn between the ghost city and the mountains day and night.

"Tang Jian," he stopped his memory, and fastened the Dragon Slaying Blade from his waist, "Follow me to Mount Min."

Chong Duan immediately led his troops down from the Nantian Gate, with the horse still under his lap, and rushed to the top of Minshan Mountain first.

The water god Ming Xiao was left to guard the Tiangong, and no one except the water god was allowed to approach the Little Dragon King's bedroom.

Within half a day of General Baihu's expedition, the Heavenly Palace was shaken all over, and all the gods in golden armor guarded the Nantian Gate with spears in their hands, spreading a message for the water god.

The first one was shocked when he heard the oracle delivered by the water god. His lips trembled, and he said tremblingly to the second one, "Pass it on, pass it on." ...'"

The gods from the heaven to the gods in the lower world are all conveyed by the gods in golden armor from the Nantianmen. They have been in the heavenly palace for many years, and they are used to love and hate. The little dragon king is also a grown-up under their eyes. , is also heartbreaking.

If the little dragon king cuts off the dragon's horns and the dragon clan's veins decline, it will be a crime of heartbreaking.

It was raining faintly again in the sky, the second person was calmer, and passed down a message: "If the Emperor of Heaven has divine consciousness, please remember to return to the Heavenly Palace to save your son..."

There was a sudden roar of thunder, the flames of bears were bloody, and the roar of dragons could be heard faintly in the sky.

"It's the Little Dragon King!"

The divine dragon, which was as white as suet jade, swayed wildly, with only a few horns left on its head, and half the sky was stained with crimson blood.

The tip of the spear was still dripping with blood.

Sister Xie, who was serving the food, had just taken sugar-steamed crispy cheese from the dining room and wanted to give some to the little dragon king, but was half-covered by the scene in the sky, and exclaimed: "Sin!"

After searching for a day without success, Chong Duan hurried back to the Heavenly Palace. It was already morning, and doubts abounded in his heart.

He was safe outside, why Rong Qianji insisted that he had seen Ye Li's original body?

When he landed on the ground of Nantianmen, the clouds in the sky were dyed scarlet, and a smell couldn't escape the tip of his nose, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

The leader of the golden-armored god-man stepped forward: "General, the water god cut off the little dragon king's horn..."

General Baihu didn't know why the blood surged in his heart, he was furious, and scolded: "Ming Xiao!"

Ming Xiao was transformed from water, invisible and boneless, and turned into a cluster of streams flowing at Chong Duan's feet. Now that he heard the summons, he got up immediately: "General."

Chongduan said angrily: "I just tell you to keep an eye on him."

Ming Xiao seldom disobeyed his wishes in order to cut off his left and right arms.

"What's the matter, he can't live for many days."

He twisted the water dripping from his hair with his fingertips, wrapped it around the back of his neck, and continued: "Now that the old Dragon King has disappeared, needless to say the value of the little Dragon King, I am not as kind as Tang Jian... ..."

"The old Dragon King has not been found." Chong Duan said.

Ming Xiao was stunned for a moment, then asked him: "Will the Little Dragon King stay?"

Chong Duan didn't answer this question, he pulled out the dragon-slaying weapon from his waist and threw it into Ming Xiao's hands, "From today onwards, you will be stationed in Guanchouhai, and you will replenish it."

"Cracked again?" Ming Xiao raised the murder weapon and looked left and right, thinking it was funny: "The number one murder weapon in the world that you worked so hard to forge is so fragile?"

There was another strong wind blowing behind him, he resolutely said nothing, hesitated for a while, smelled the bloody smell in the air, and said, "I won't return unless I order it."

Ming Xiao gritted his teeth and said: "It is rumored that the little dragon king has a very close relationship with the general..."

He stared at the bright red blood in the cloud, his throat was dumbfounded by the cold wind.

"As you think."

The news of Tiangong spread very fast, and now it is spreading everywhere in the Three Realms, the dragon horn of the little dragon king was cut off by the water god, his bones were difficult to cast, and he has degenerated into a jiao, resting day and night in the sleeping hall, the general has ordered no one to come near him.

Chong Duan still didn't visit him during the day, but at night he transformed into a beast, leaped in from the window, and lay down beside the bed.

On the couch, Rong Qianji was pale, stretched out a soft hand, and caressed the white tiger's downy ears. The white tiger seemed to understand, and gently arched Rong Qianji's palm with the word "King" on his forehead, and stretched out his rough hand. tongue, licking his fingertips.

Rong Qianji closed his eyes and sighed: "The dragon has no horns, just like a person has no eyes."

After hearing this, the white tiger leaned forward, grasped the edge of the bed with its animal claws, stroked his face with his long beard, looked into Qianji's eyes seriously, saw the latter was very pleasantly surprised, and lowered his voice and said: "Eyes."

A sharp animal claw suddenly stopped in front of Rong Qianji's eyes, and touched Rong Qianji's eyes with plum blossoms in his palm. At that moment, Rong Qianji almost thought that the beast was going to crush him with his palm.

Rong Qianji's head was still sealed with plaster, his robe was slightly open, half of the dragon scales appeared on his collarbone, the warm color faded to dull blue, and his beautiful winged tail also turned into a slippery tail, beating on the edge of the bed curtain.

The pain of being tortured during the day was swept away. He curled up his cold tail and wrapped it around the long tail of white tiger down. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I am Rong Qianji."

He said this sentence more than a hundred times in this room, but no one listened. Now he believes that this white tiger has gradually developed spiritual consciousness, and he can probably understand it by teaching him more.

Rong Qianji stood up with difficulty, leaned against the head of the bed, watched the white tiger lick the rice porridge on the table of the Eight Immortals, and whispered again: "I am your Rong Qianji."

In the morning, Chong Duan got up to change his clothes with a livid face, his mind was muddled, he fastened the belt around his waist, and controlled himself not to look at Xiao Jiao who was sleeping soundly beside him.

The former Little Dragon King is now huddled into a ball under the brocade quilt, with several torn scars on the tail and no scales around it.

This afternoon, Xinshen Tang Jian came to visit Rong Qianji secretly, put emerald glutinous rice balls on the plate, said that this world is celebrating the Lantern Festival, and the little dragon king is also a child, so he still eats some.

Seeing that Tang Jian gave him a lotus mirror, he said that this object could spy on what his sweetheart was doing.

Rong Qianji accepted it, but didn't dare to look at it.

Tang Jian smiled brightly at Rong Qianji's side, and teased him, "What are you covering up, I am the mind... Your Highness, don't be forgetful."

Rong Qianji blushed, and now he couldn't get off the ground, so he replied in a muffled voice: "You always make mistakes."

"Recently, the dragon-slaying weapon that was re-severed has been constantly cracked..."

Tang Jian changed the subject, "What do you think the fairy girl in Lihentian said?"