Master does not ride a dragon

The fall of Shushan was like a leak in the sky, and all the demons from all directions came to add bricks and tiles.

The evil fire demon killed somewhere in the jungle, and the smoke billowed from the fire, and the black smoke spread.

Lu Ju painted in the air with his fingertips, and every time he added a stroke, the chill in his body would increase.

The cloud pattern, water pattern and thunder pattern are suspended in the air from the fingertips along with the light of the jade white magic energy, and the heart feels like sinking into a frozen lake.

Meng Yunzhong held his hands up to this point, and finally bowed his hands under my altar.

Lu Ju nodded, but he had nothing to say, and he was too cold to speak.

He doesn't like winter, because Sikong Hu's winter clothes are difficult to make, and also because he is afraid of the cold.

But Ah Hu is greedy for coolness. In summer, he often makes green plum and red bean ice or jelly jelly, squatting on the side eagerly, hoping that he will have a bite.

Sikong Hu is the masterpiece of his life, if he can get rid of the devil energy as he wished, he must be a lovely and beautiful young man.No matter what Ah Hu wants to be, he is already that little seed ready to go.

, Sikong Dendrobium is about to dig open the soil, sprout shoots, and go to the world of mortals with his sword to achieve a happy life.

Too bad he couldn't see it.pity.

Lu Ju shook his head with a smile, stepped back awkwardly, and looked at the last masterpiece of his body.

The talisman seals tens of thousands of arrogance, and the picture shows the wind blowing, the wind is coming, the red phoenix is ​​flying, and the fire dragon is hovering. It uses the power of a living person to create clouds, water, sky and thunder, and save Shushan from suffering.

The last stroke was settled, and the clear air slammed to the ground from the air, blowing away the pitch-black flames violently.

The Fire Tongue Cloud Flag was blown like a vulture's remnant feathers by the strong wind brought by the Emperor's clothes. It patted away Lu Ju's wide-sleeved cloud robe, and the soft long hair under the jade crown. The limbs of the temperature.

With a "flutter", a cluster of small flames ignited at the end of the hair.

There was another crisp breaking sound, and Lu Ju looked expressionlessly at his shoulder, forearm, and then his phalanx, which had been broken by the seal.

Further down, the ribs, pelvis, and leg bones were all broken.

He knelt down upright, his posture seemed to be the same as when he was 19 years old, but this time he was waiting for his limbs to be reduced to powder.

The strength and magic energy of the whole body were exhausted the moment the knee fell to the ground, and the dull pain was pulled away from the soul with the icy air, and the scorching on the flesh seemed much lighter.

The meridian is like burnt charcoal, with orange light emitting from the inside, and leaks are burned from the inside to the outside, so that Lu Ju could see his limbs twitching slightly, but fortunately he couldn't smell any unspeakable smell.

The broken limbs had burnt away the muscles and bones, and when the flesh was still squeezed against each other, Lu Ju tilted his head, thinking that he heard a familiar human voice, but he didn't know if it was real or not.

Fayin had already burned half of his eyebrows, so Lu Ju used this half of his face to raise his head with difficulty.

In the fiery cloud, the pitch-black flood dragon pushed aside the cloud and mist seal, and dived straight down without circling and winding.

The young man who controlled the dragon had red eyes, but his expression was like a blood-eating god. His immature throat was almost torn by him, and he was shouting something.

Lu Ju raised his eyebrows blankly, and his thin lips moved like a whisper.

Sikong Hu couldn't understand Lu Ju's description on the mountain, and after calling out "Master", he hurriedly drove the dragon down, and rushed straight into the sea of ​​flames. The closer he was to the ground, the more he felt the scorching flames.

Feeling the demon energy of the dragon, the monsters from all directions surged into a sea of ​​scarlet monsters, twisting and struggling towards Sikong Hu and the dragon.

Sikong Hu's line of sight couldn't penetrate the obstruction, so he suddenly picked up Yukang, several black and red light arrows sprang out, crackling and opening a passage, which was then filled up by howling chickens and dogs.

Ten feet from the ground, Sikong Hu bumped straight into the flame tongue of the evil fire demon, a flame ignited with a "boom", and half of his shoulder was smashed to pieces by the hard and hot flame tongue.

Now Sikong Dendrobium symbiotically lives with the flood dragon through knot talisman. Although the disintegrated skin and flesh are glowing red, they still grow back at an astonishing speed with the help of magic energy.

Chi Shuhuan raised his sword and slashed a throat that was bleeding green blood, then turned around and shouted: "Sikong, knife!"

Sikong Hu held a dragon horn tightly in his hand. Hearing this, he activated his inner breath, and a wave of demonic energy connected with the dragon was released, and he raised his palm at the same time.

There was a "Zheng" sound of swords piercing the air, sparks and blood splashed everywhere, and immediately Sikong Hu's palm felt cold.

The Fire Throwing Thousand Miles Knife lay in the palm of his hand, quietly waiting for dispatch with a hint of complacent anticipation and irresistible anticipation of the treasured knife being unsheathed.

Sikong Hu held the saber in one hand, carried Yu Kang on his shoulder with the other, and suddenly stood up on the dragon's back.

The dragon's back is meandering, shuttling through the sea of ​​monsters.

The black gold thread of the fire bell formed a dense net in the air to prevent the evil energy from invading Chi Shuhuan, and at the same time, arrows sprinkled down on the ground of the main peak like streamers.

Huimo Jianguang brought the medicine gas to the river and turned over the blood corpses in the air, throwing fire thousands of miles, and the knife wandered back and forth freely in the air, fighting like the wind, the tip of the knife trembled.

Hundreds of millions of monsters seem to be invincible, and this tough battle also seems to have no end, Sikong Hu is in it, and he feels extremely tormented.

But if someone can get away from the matter and look at the incense sticks that have not been burned, they will know that it is only a moment to kill the demons with melons and mud.

Sikong Hu slashed away the last huge monster with a horizontal knife, and suddenly turned around.

The dharma seal on my immortal altar has come to an end and is about to be suppressed.

Sikong Hu didn't care about the pain in his shoulders and arms, he threw off Chi Shuhuan's obstruction, let go of the faucet, and jumped straight down.

Passing through the stench of clouds, the shoulders landed first.

Sikong Hu rolled on the ground and stood up on his knees, with black smoke and white ash covering his eyes.

He pushed away the flying ash covering the sky, and called again in a daze, "Master!"

The voice stopped suddenly, and Sikong Hu suddenly realized what kind of fly ash he was pushing away with his palm.

Sikong Hu slowly raised his palm and put it in front of his eyes.

The lines on the palm were winding, covered with sweat crystals, and covered with a few pieces of ashes the size of rice grains.

Jiaolong fell to the ground slowly behind him, and Chi Shuhuan jumped down, "Sikong, get out of there—"

As if Sikong Hu had never heard of it, he straightened up suddenly, threw off the heavy Yukang crossbow, and rushed towards my fairy altar in three steps, two steps in parallel, almost rolling and crawling, grabbing at the gap before the seal fell. With a slap, "Master!"

The young man screamed heart-piercingly, his clothes flew up in the sea of ​​flames and ashes, flying so far that they covered the ladder under his feet, Sikong Hu tripped over my altar with a "slap", and at the same time his palms were hot.

He maintained that prone position and raised his head.

Lu Ju's blood melted in the sky, but his palm was only half of a white hand bone.

The severed bone was so hot that it was ashes, and it was still burning, like the moment when the incense sticks worshiped in the temple were lit on the oil candle, a red light was emitted from the inside.

As the redness spread to the inside, the bones became hotter, trying to drive away Sikong Hu's tight grip, and turned into ashes as promised.

Inheriting the power of Wanjun, the seal of the emperor's clothes pressed unstoppably on Sikong Hu's arched and trembling back.

As if he didn't realize it, Sikong Hu lay down on the edge of the altar, without saying a word, he tightly held a piece of white bone in his hand, desperately holding it.

Fa Yin continued to press down, and blood oozes from Sikong Hu's knees.

Chi Shuhuan rushed over and dragged him by the shoulder, "Sikong, this is the seal of the emperor's clothes, no living thing can hold it, you—"

Sikong Hu raised his head, his eyes were empty, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

The young man in black had just faded his immature fair face, and there were sparks, bloodstains, and some confusion on his face.

This is Master's bone.

So, where is the master.