East China Sea dust

The boat floated up and down, rippling in layers of waves on the clear lake. Occasionally, a few muted murmurs came out from behind the bead curtain inlaid with gold and jade, and quickly dissipated in the long night.

I don't know how long it took before the swaying boat finally settled down, and everything returned to calm in the darkness.

inside the cabin.

Ao Zhan lay sideways beside the young man, rubbing his fingertips against the end of his eyes which still had sporadic teardrops.

After flicking Zhang Qinglan's long and curly eyelashes a few times, the man's face was full of satisfaction, and he even leaned over without any hesitation, and placed a soothing kiss on the young man's frowning brows.

As the kiss fell, Ao Zhan's body suddenly glowed with faint blue fluorescence, and he wobbled towards Zhang Qinglan, who was sleeping restlessly by his side.

The fluorescent light dispelled the thick darkness in the cabin, and fell into the corners of the young man's eyes and brows extremely gently, and at the same time exposed the ambiguous mottled traces on his body, and fell into the eyes of the man watching from the sidelines, his eyes instantly deepened a little.

The Qi Jin full of real dragon spiritual power completely submerged into Zhang Qinglan's body, driving away those sores and bruises one by one, and even the hickey marks dissipated a little, revealing the smooth and fair skin.

Zhang Qinglan's breathing gradually became even and long, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Before the last gleam of fluorescence disappeared, Ao Zhan's originally dark and round pupils shrank slightly, and the phantom of green vertical pupils flashed past, and disappeared in a flash.

Ao Zhan sat up halfway, reached out and pulled up a corner of the golden silk brocade quilt, and casually put it on the sleeping young man.

Immediately, she put on a pure black embroidered silver shirt with large sleeves, opened the door curtain, and left the cabin.

It was midnight at this time, and the three thousand Kongming lanterns that had been floating in the night sky had already been burned out, and a few scattered wreckages fell on the edge of the lake, soaked by the cold lake water, and the bright red color faded away, leaving only broken paper piece.

Ao Zhan stood on the bow of the boat, snapped his fingers casually, and in the next second a spherical transparent barrier was formed around the boat.

The man was only wearing a thin jacket with wide trousers, blown by the cold night wind, the shirt with large sleeves rattled.The skirt was wide open, and the pure black fabric couldn't conceal the smooth wheat-colored muscles underneath, and there were bright red hickey marks and teeth marks on the collarbone, which was very ambiguous.

Casually stepping out, Ao Zhan stepped off the boat, walking on the lake as if walking on flat ground, not even stirring up any waves.

In half a cup of tea, the man walked from the painting boat at one end of the lake to the other, and returned to the pagoda.

He unceremoniously kicked open another locked stone door at the bottom of the pagoda, followed by a loud roar, and when the flying dust returned to calm, most of the original dust-covered stone door had been kicked into pieces by Ao Zhan. Only half of the incomplete base came out.

I saw that the bottom of the nine-story pagoda was an empty flat land.

The spire of the tower was destroyed, and the pale moonlight slid down along the gap, silently reflecting the land at the bottom of the tower, leaving a few mottled afterimages.

There was a stale and decaying smell in the air, and the steaming mist from the lake poured down, and the humid water vapor mixed with the incense ash and rotten wood in the stupa, and the smell became weird and unpleasant.

Ao Zhan stood barefoot in front of the stone gate, stepped across the threshold with a cold expression, ignored the gravel and dust along the way, stood in the center of the pagoda, and said coldly:

"come out."

The voice fell, leaving only silence in the pagoda.

Seeing that the monster didn't intend to show up yet, Ao Zhan sneered, closed his eyes, and whispered a series of spells in his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, the bewitching vertical pupils, which were originally just phantoms, had already turned into reality, and the bluish green color flickered in them, shining stars in the night.

Soon, the originally dead ground began to tremble, and rubble and broken stones splashed everywhere, and the dust that had finally calmed down instantly flew up, and a dim yellow and gloomy scene swept across the pagoda.

The pagoda was built on the edge of the lake, and as Ao Zhan's demonic power became stronger, the calm lake was divided into two.

The half where the painting boat was located was still quiet and peaceful, and the water surface remained motionless.

On the side close to the pagoda, a waterspout has already formed. The continuous lake water gradually rises into a storm-like water column. , plunged into it, and vigorously washed away the dilapidated pagoda.

Under the control of Ao Zhan, the white waterspout attacked the weak point of the pagoda wantonly, but within half a cup of tea, the whole pagoda was already crumbling, and the condition was worrying.

"Ao Zhan!"

Just when another jet of water was hiding under the water surface and was ready to move, a resentful female voice finally came from the pagoda: "Stop!"

As the voice fell, a phantom gradually appeared in the midair of the octagonal tower.

Yao Yitang, who was dressed in a light blue skirt and became very plain, stood in the center of the tower with a pale complexion, casting a condemning gaze at the man standing at the door.

Naturally, Ao Zhan would not put a phantom in his eyes, looked at the emptiness under the corner of the opponent's skirt, his eyes dimmed, and then manipulated the waterspout to retreat into the lake.

The man's long black hair hangs loosely behind him, and he moves without wind. He seems to have a loose momentum, but in fact, even his hair reveals the coercion of a big monster.

Ao Zhan went straight in, and said coldly: "It really is you."

At this time, the light inside the pagoda was dim, and the fishy smell of dust mixed with water remained.

Yao Yitang floated in mid-air as a phantom, almost suppressed by the blood of the real dragon so that he couldn't lift his head up.

Closing her eyes forcefully, Begonia Flower Demon bit her lower lip vigorously, and a few drops of blood spilled from the wound.Swallowing his own blood, Yao Yitang barely maintained his human form and sanity, so that the aura used to maintain the phantom would not collapse and run away.

Facing Ao Zhan, to put it nicely, everyone is a monster, and there is no difference in essence.

However, in fact, she is just a begonia flower demon who has cultivated halfway. Plants are weak and difficult to compete with other species, not to mention Qinglong, one of the four great beasts, who is originally the proud son of heaven.

The strength of the real dragon's blood, even if it is weakened layer by layer, and sealed by the great formation left over from the ancient times, is enough to make them, these miscellaneous little monsters, kneel down and submit to them the moment they meet.

"Why...how..." Yao Yitang spoke in a very soft voice, his teeth trembling, his eyes widened in disbelief the moment he saw the blue fluorescent light covering Ao Zhan's body: "This is impossible!"

The person who asked her to activate the phantom formation clearly promised that this ancient formation is extremely powerful. As long as Ao Zhan is attracted into the formation, let alone a green dragon with only three successes left, even if his spiritual power is at its peak, he will surely Unable to break free from the shackles of the formation, he was finally drained of his spiritual power by the formation and died.

In the beginning, she did observe secretly in the water tank in the house, whether it was Ao Zhan or the mortal who entered the battle for no reason, they were all clean, without any sign of spiritual energy.

But just a moment ago, what Ao Zhan did was blatantly telling her that the green dragon's spiritual power was gradually recovering.

Although it has not reached the point where it can break through the phantom array, it is still enough to pose no small threat.

"Why, you have been planning with the people behind you for a long time, and you use such a clumsy method to deal with me?"

Looking at the paper-thin phantom in front of him amusedly, Ao Zhan played with a water polo in the center of his palm: "It's really a good appetite to swallow a real dragon by itself."

Before he finished speaking, the green dragon with a gloomy expression condensed the transparent water ball on his fingertips into ice, and flicked his fingers towards the phantom's heart.

Immediately, the water polo galloped away like a sharp arrow, and the moment it was about to touch the flower demon, it split into three parts, submerged in the center of the eyebrows, and three places in the dantian on the chest, and finally disappeared invisible.

Yao Yitang, who thought that he was unable to attack as a phantom Ao Zhan, so he dared to show up boldly, felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly got angry, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

When he looked up again, he found that Ao Zhan was still looking at his leisure, and there was a thick black air wave all over his body, boiling and boiling.

Raising the back of his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yao Yitang looked down at his increasingly pale figure.

After a few breaths of effort, Yao Yitang gathered all his strength and asked unwillingly: "Ao Zhan, you have lost all your spiritual power and your memory has been sealed... How did you break through the illusion?"

The man's face was gloomy and sullen, and his voice was hoarse: "It has nothing to do with you."

"It's you, not only is the eye of the formation sealed in the phantom formation, but you can't even manifest yourself, it's all triggered by people in the formation."

"What did your master promise to make you work so hard?"

Yao Yitang's expression changed drastically when he heard the words, and he immediately retorted in a panic: "You are talking nonsense!"

"This phantom array is clearly driven by me, it's all moved by my will, there is no 'person behind' at all."

Forcibly evoking a smile, Yao Yitang said in a difficult voice, "That mortal is your lover, right?"

As if to prove that the formation was indeed driven by her alone to deal with Ao Zhan, Yao Yitang concealed the panic in his expression, and said softly:

"I let you join the battle together not only to take away your abilities, but also to see with my own eyes what it looks like when lovers turn against each other."

Begonia Flower Demon's Taoism is still too shallow after all, I don't know how full of mistakes and omissions the excuses I made in a panic.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, she stared at Ao Zhan, desperately trying to hide something: "If I guess right, although you have recovered a little demon power, you still can't compete with the 'little cause and effect' in this phantom array. "

Feeling that the injuries on his body are indeed getting better with the passage of time, Yao Yitang said with more certainty: "Ao Zhan, you can't kill me at all."

"It won't be long before you will be forced to separate from your sweetheart." Yao Yitang said, "Be refined by me in pain and become flower mud under my feet."

Begonia Flower Demon gritted her teeth and said: "When the time comes, you will definitely regret it."