The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

The wind stopped, but those Taihang disciples were engulfed by the tumbling dragon and resentment.In Ji Zheng's eyes, only the strange golden mist remained, and he could no longer see anyone, nor hear any sound.

Ji Zheng touched his shoulder subconsciously, his knuckles touched a hard and smooth wooden leg, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.At least...he's still by his side.

Ji Zheng has his own dragon energy to protect himself, but the little wooden man can only rely on his cultivation to support himself.Naturally, there is no fairy bone in the body of the wooden body, so the little wooden man can only stick himself and Ji Zheng together as much as possible.Even if it is so, it will feel hard for Jinwu to move slightly.Because of this, the little wooden man is even more sensitive to the movement of the golden mist, faintly aware of something swimming past in it: "What is it?"

Ji Zheng also looked back, and just as his neck was half twisted, he was aroused by the coercion that suddenly came from half of the mountain and sea, so that he could use his dragon spirit.

In the golden mist, a slender figure gradually became clear: "Sixth Brother, long time no see."

It snows all the year round at the Taihang Immortal Gate, although Xiao Chen has put on an extra cloak and hid most of his face in the fluff, he still seems to be feeling cold, holding a delicate stove in his hand.He looked so calm, as if these resentful dragon spirits had nothing to do with him.

He looked at Ji Zheng with long and narrow eyes, and the look in his eyes was a bit complicated.It's like looking down on the ants, but they can't hide the jealousy in their eyes.

People in the same royal family, why are they born different?

Ji Zheng didn't dare to be negligent, he held down the hilt of the sword with one hand, and with the other he took the little wooden man who was uncomfortably hit by the dragon's energy on his shoulder back into his arms.He was not afraid of Xiao Chen's gaze, facing this face that was somewhat similar to his own, he was not naturally close: "I have never seen you before."

Xiao Chen sighed lightly, twisted his fingers and said softly: "It hurts my heart too much for the emperor to say that. I hugged you when you were young."

Ji Zheng didn't answer, and the long sword was unsheathed, and pulled out a beautiful sword flower.

Xiao Chen's expression remained unchanged, and with a tap of his toes, he submerged back into the dragon's aura: "Your food has already arrived, isn't it here?"

For a while, the dragon chanted loudly.

The little wooden man froze, and subconsciously burrowed into Ji Zheng's arms.Ji Zheng protected the little wooden figure on his chest with one hand, and split the golden mist in front of him with a sword.This time, the golden mist seemed to be really dispelled by his sword wind.Xiao Chen smiled slightly.Behind him, a billowing thick black air seemed to be swimming slowly.

Then, Ji Zheng saw clearly.It was a dragon corpse entangled in black air.The dragon corpse tightened its body in a circle, as if the corrupted dragon head slowly lowered from the top of Xiao Chen's head.Against its huge body, people seem so small.

It seemed to understand what Xiao Chen said, and looked at Ji Zheng with gray and filthy eyes. There was neither killing intent nor anger in it, calm, or dead silence.

The black air surrounding the dragon corpse was like a black flame.Affected by it, Xiao Chen's figure seemed to shake.He was colder now, and it pressed his hands, almost aching from the cold, to the heater.His face was pale and bloodless, but his expression was rampant.

Just as Ji Zheng was about to say something, a foul-smelling wind hit him.Ji Zheng's long sword was sharp, and he avoided the long tail swept by the dragon corpse with the momentum of the sword.As soon as he stood firmly, Ji Zheng pressed his chest again: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." The little wooden man's head was exposed outside the skirt, and he could see it clearly: "However, this dead dragon looks familiar."

Ji Zheng didn't know why.He looked at the dragon corpse warily, but somehow felt that he could empathize with this giant dragon.

He could feel that the dragon soul of this dragon was still there, but its body had decayed and festered, and it was only because it was forcibly moved that it appeared now.This once most noble symbol in the world has lost the ability to speak, and the remaining soul is full of anger and pain.

For a moment, Ji Zheng felt that the dragon energy in his body was also churning with anger, clamoring to destroy everything.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, Long Shi paused as if distinguishing the person in front of him, then lowered his head obediently.Xiao Chen's cold hand stroked the dragon's head lightly for a while, and Ji Zheng felt that the tyranny and depression in his heart gradually returned to calm.

"I'm very curious." Xiao Chen said to Ji Zheng suddenly: "The royal family can't cultivate from birth, but why can you? If the emperor can answer this king's question, then maybe this king can protect you from death, how about it?"

In fact, Xiao Chen's question is also very curious to the little wooden man, the Taihang Immortal Sect does not have a lot of contact with the royal family, and the members of the royal family are born without immortal bones, without exception.Ji Zheng is full of dragon spirit, no doubt he is the queen of the royal family, and he has fairy bones. Just because he is the protagonist, he can open and write casually?

The little wooden man is even more puzzled by this attribute of the protagonist.

It's just that right now is obviously not a good time to ask questions.

The little wooden man tapped Ji Zheng's hand, signaling him to take the opportunity to leave, and then jumped out of his arms.The tyrannical dragon-like wooden figurine shook, only then did he suddenly feel that being protected by someone is actually very good.

But even if it is just a piece of wood, it can still protect the safety of the disciples of our fairy sect: "Our disciples of the fairy sect, what have you got to do with it? Why is the fairy bone you dug last time not good for you? Are you going to dig it again?"

The little wooden man successfully grabbed Xiao Chen's attention.The gentleness on Xiao Chen's face when he was stroking the dragon's head was gone now, replaced by a bit of coldness - if it weren't for the fairy bones, how could their royal family, as the supreme beings in the world, fall into such a passive situation?

I don't want Ji Zheng to not listen to him at all, but to stand still in place.

The little wooden man couldn't help being anxious, but was suddenly transmitted by Ji Zheng: "The dragon energy here is all controlled by the dragon corpse in front of you, you must be careful."

The little wooden man couldn't help being taken aback after he finished speaking, that's right, where can Ji Zheng hide if it's all controlled by dragon energy?Okay, the stalk of the wooden head is hard to pass.

The dragon corpse exhaled a burst of dragon breath, bringing out a burst of cold air.

Xiao Chen buried his face deeper in the cloak, and looked at the little wooden man and Ji Zheng with more sinister eyes, but there was a trace of morbid luck—it was also because Ji Zheng was carrying a fairy bone, so the dragon behind him Even if the corpse is less than ten years old, it can appear in the world ahead of time.

He snorted and said casually: "What else? But a mere stand-in jumped out to preside over the overall situation? Or, are you delaying time?"

The dragon corpse moved again, and the black air rolled like a blazing black flame.It circled Xiao Chen and Ji Zheng's huge body and retracted it again, its dark eyes slowly turned, as if to identify who Xiao Chen was.Immediately, it instinctively swam towards Ji Zheng, and in an instant the whole earth seemed to be trembling.

This dragon had lived for tens of thousands of years before its death, and it was only at this time that it revealed the cultivation base of a true immortal.

"It's him?!" The little wooden man stomped his feet, and patted his head with both hands vigorously: "Still in retreat! If you continue to retreat, something will really happen!" As he spoke, he leaped towards Ji, and at the same time urged his soul to move violently stand up.

Ji Zheng couldn't stop the dragon corpse's blow, and couldn't even avoid it.But his eyes are clear, but the long sword is an attacker.

The dragon corpse was getting close, and Ji Zheng could barely open his eyes due to the stench from the corpse.It opened its mouth wide, as if it could swallow this tiny human being in one breath.

Ji Zheng took advantage of this gust of wind to rise up, but failed to enter the mouth of the dragon corpse.He stomped hard on the dragon's mouth, flipped up on the top of his head, stabbed with his sword, halfway deep into the dragon's head.The giant dragon didn't respond to this, but swung its tail and swept towards Ji Zheng who was stepping on top of his head.

"Snapped--"

The little wooden man finally caught up and stopped the dragon's tail before Ji Zheng was swept away. He was instantly smashed to pieces, leaving only a drop of blood, which was barely visible.At the same time, Ji Zheng felt his chest heat up, and a golden figure flew out of his body, melting the drop of blood into his body.

She was dressed in white, her face was frosty and snowy, and a simple plum blossom hairpin held her head full of blue hair behind her head.

It's not Fang Qian, but who is it!

Ji Zheng felt as if his breath was taken away by the person in front of him.As if feeling his scorching gaze, Fang Qian turned his head and smiled at Ji Zheng, his eyes seemed to be full of stars.

Ji Zheng subconsciously held out Fang Qian's hand.He wanted to touch him, even just once.

However, Fang Qian stretched out his hand and pushed it violently, and the flipping sleeve robe didn't even touch Ji Zheng, and a gust of air pushed him out, flying straight out of the golden mist.Just before Ji Zheng couldn't see the dragon's head clearly, he saw that the person who pushed him away suddenly was swept by the dragon's tail and completely collapsed.

That ray of light, the tenderness in that smile that made him nostalgic, only had time to stay in his eyes for a moment.

Ji Zheng has been completely pushed out of this golden mist.Immediately, the golden mist in front of him disappeared as if collapsing.Ji Zheng recognized at a glance that this was in front of the Taihang Immortal Gate, his mind was rumbling, as if the dragon corpse was still crushing from the ghost.He knew that it was the power of the soul, but how could Fang Qian's soul have been hidden in him? !

He stroked his chest, only to feel that it was empty.It seems that something that has been with me for a long time is suddenly lost.

No one looked up.But only this time, Ji Zheng suddenly felt the loneliness and hesitation he hadn't experienced in so many years.

……

Tibetan mirror peak, beside Lingquan.

Fang Qian, who was leaning on the boulder as if falling asleep lazily, opened his eyes suddenly and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Soul thoughts are a part of his body, even if he is a Jindan cultivator and can barely suppress the damage caused by losing his soul thoughts, the feeling is not pleasant.And the first-line traction of the past ten years has all disappeared at that moment just now.

"I'm not used to it." Fang Qian frowned, and then heaved a long sigh.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, frowned and looked in the direction of Xianmen.Finally, with a slight sigh, he walked down the hidden mirror seal with his sword. It seems that many things really cannot be avoided if you want to.

And this time, his master Tang Jingci was not in the fairy gate.

By now.

He is the elder brother of Taihang Xianmen, and this test should also be over.