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The sound of piercing the air made by the young man when he fell rapidly was like a sharp white blade, completely cutting through the illusion of calm on the man's face.

Yao Yitang, who had been firmly nailed to the dome by the flower branches, felt his chest lighten, and a dazzling golden light erupted in front of his eyes.

What came to my ears was a long howling dragon chant that swept across the sky, stirring in the entire phantom array, deafening, and the tail sound condensed for a long time.

When the golden light dissipated, a gigantic blue dragon suddenly appeared out of thin air among the giant trees in the sea of ​​flames!

The majestic coercion belonging to the big demon immediately smashed down like a hill, forcing Yao Yitang to turn pale, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

The pale white clouds and mist around Canglong were lingering, mixed with the moist steam of sea water, wrapped in sharp winds like knives, cutting countless long and narrow scars on the bones under the dark and powerful tree trunks.

Everything is but a moment.

Ao Zhan turned into his original form, and the blue dragon vigorously smashed through the entangled branches and leaves like a barrier, and swooped in the direction of Zhang Qinglan's leap.

The dragon body was already huge and slender, but at this moment because of Ao Zhan's movements, it turned into a green afterimage, and the buzzing sound like a crane resounded through the whirlpool of the sea of ​​fire.

The whole green dragon swooped down recklessly, but within a few breaths, the giant dragon had already appeared directly above Lie Yan.

The blue shadow stood, the dragon's eyes were red, staring at the frail figure in mid-air, and the sharp scales all over the body exuded a cold luster under the roasting of the true fire of samadhi.The milky white halo of green dragon continuously emanates from the whole body, gradually converging into a round enchantment.

It was almost the moment when Zhang Qinglan was about to fall into the flames!The crystal ball-shaped barrier that finally took shape moved forward rapidly, touching the young man's thin body that was as stiff as a puppet, completely enveloping him with an unbelievably gentle gesture.

So far, the decline of youth has completely stagnated.

In the radiant enchantment, Zhang Qinglan closed her eyes tightly, lying flat in the void, her right hand hangs weakly to her side, and she fell into a coma.

The young man's face was already extremely ashen, if not for the slow rising and falling of his chest, it would have almost caused unnecessary panic.

The enchantment filled the person's arms, and then he drifted steadily towards the green dragon beside him, until he stopped in front of the blue dragon's scarlet pupils like blood jade, completely ignoring the fierceness flickering in them.

The dragon's breath sprayed on the vortex formed by the flames, and the Canglong's movements froze for a while, entrenched in the air.

As if finally breaking free from his fear, Ao Zhan straightened up, and the huge dragon head lightly touched the shiny little ball, his blood-red eyes looked through the barrier, looking at the bruised young man inside.

Only then did he control the barrier, put Zhang Qinglan on his back, and circled up with the crystal ball on his back, returning to the platform where the dome tree branches were before.

At this time, the flower demon couldn't bear it anymore and changed back to its original shape, a withered and curled crabapple trunk lying quietly in the corner.

The green dragon circled in mid-air, and the golden light around him transformed into a human form, and the barrier surrounding the young man disappeared slowly.

Holding Zhang Qinglan's shoulders, Ao Zhan hugged him again.

Looking down at the big black spots in the opponent's eyes, the man finally couldn't help showing a gully between his brows.

As the vitality of the young man's body passed, the group of bluish-blue aura slowed down as it rushed around and slumped around Zhang Qinglan's chest, motionless.

Ao Zhan took advantage of the powerlessness of the spirit to resist, and almost effortlessly pulled out the small group of extremely weak spiritual energy from the young man, and held it in his palm.

Glancing at Zhen Ling who was still about to struggle, Ao Zhan lowered his eyes coldly, and backhanded him into the body of the flower demon not far away.

Inadvertently, from the corner of the eye, Zhang Qinglan's pale face was fully seen.

With a frown, Ao Zhan tightened his left hand holding the young man's shoulder, and whispered "stupid" as if to cover up.

Immediately afterwards, he nodded slightly, kissed the young man's lower lip, and a stream of pure spiritual energy immediately passed along the intertwined lips and teeth of the two, temporarily protecting the other's heart from being damaged.

The phantom array was constantly destroyed and eaten away by the real fire of samadhi, and it has reached the limit of support at this time.

Feeling the tremors coming from all around, Ao Zhan half-closed his eyes.

In an instant, the tall man turned into a giant blue dragon again, carrying the comatose young man steadily on his back, with a dead tree wrapped around the tail of the dragon, soaring into the sky just before the dome was broken, facing Seeing the endless sea of ​​flames below, it swooped straight down.

The dragon took off extremely fast, and it came before the raging fire in an instant.

The vortex in the sea of ​​flames seemed to have sensed Ao Zhan's aura in advance, and a huge round hole suddenly appeared in the heart of Yan, and behind the hole was a real appearance.

The ancient formation was finally on the verge of collapse, and in all directions, countless dark fragments shattered and fell like snowflakes.

Qinglong circled several times, and when the hole expanded to a sufficient area, it raised its head and let out a long roar, before the phantom formation was completely dispelled, it crossed the hole in one fell swoop!

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In the middle of the night, there was silence in Ye City.

All of a sudden flashes of bright white lightning flashed in the dark night sky, and after a few dry thunders resounded through the sky and earth, a faint silhouette finally appeared behind the turbulent clouds.

In the night, the giant dragon flashed and roared silently.

A sleepy young man was carried on the back of the green giant dragon, and the dragon's claws randomly grabbed a dark withered branch, hovering and flying high in the sky.

After a while, Qinglong suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, a tall and familiar figure slowly appeared at the gate of the palace.

Steward Wang waited at the gate of the palace with people as soon as he heard the dragon chants.A group of people lined up neatly by the door, each with low eyebrows, waiting for Master Ao who came back late.

Holding the sleepy young man in his arms, Ao Zhan strode across the white jade threshold. When he passed in front of Steward Wang, he threw down the dead branch and ordered coldly, "Put it in the dungeon."

Immediately afterwards, he hugged the little celestial master who was covered in scars and dirt, and walked into the secret room that Ao Zhan usually only opened when he needed to retreat and practice.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals stood blankly at the door, watching the Dragon King's back disappearing behind the heavy stone gate, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

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The door was slowly closed, and the light from the outside world was completely covered by the tightly fitting bricks and stones, leaving only the night pearl in the center of the room, emitting a faint brilliance.

Compared with other houses in the palace, the space in the secret room is not too large, and the furnishings are extremely simple.In addition to an open space for cultivation, plus a rough stone bed against the wall, there is nothing else.

Walking in twos and threes to the side of the stone bed, Ao Zhan leaned over, let go of his hands and gently placed the person in his arms on the bed.

The light and shadow were mottled, and the halo of the night pearl lightly fell on the young man's face, as if trying to smooth his frowning brows with extreme gentleness.

He was repeatedly injured, and jumped down from such a high place without hesitation.Zhang Qinglan was just an ordinary person, unable to support her energy and aura, she fell into a coma early and became unconscious.

The lips that were supposed to be moist and bright red became chapped and pale, his complexion was ashen, and his whole body was extremely weak. All the blood in his body was protected by the spiritual energy that Ao Zhan had crossed.The robe on his body was dirty and tattered, and the blood stains on his body became dry and dull after a long time.

Ao Zhan looked down at him with deep eyes.

I have to admit that in the phantom formation, he did have the idea of ​​killing the young man himself for a moment.

Zhang Qinglan's origin is unknown, she pretends to be crazy, but she is an extremely rare body with no karma, her six senses are pure, and she is favored and blessed by heaven.

At the beginning, I just wanted to find out because of this strange physique, so I simply left him in the palace for the convenience of investigation...but unexpectedly, the entanglement became entangled by accident.

Keeping such an ignorant person by his side is a hidden danger after all. Ao Zhan considers himself ruthless, and the phantom formation is not restricted by the law of heaven. Even if he kills this pure body, the sky thunder cannot pass through the formation and land on him. .

If he was cruel and decisive enough, the hand on Zhang Qinglan's neck should not relax for a moment.

Still relented.

What came from the fingertips was the smooth touch of the skin on Zhang Qinglan's neck, and Ao Zhan's eyes gradually darkened.

It was probably because the young man was so innocent that he was almost stupid when he broke the formation, and he really followed his instructions word by word without leaving any doubts.Or it was the almost relieved and meaningless smile on the other party's face when he jumped down.

Anything else...it doesn't matter anymore.

Recalling the tightness that came from the bottom of his heart at the moment when the young man jumped down, the man clenched his hands into fists, so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Ao Zhan got tired of standing, so he simply sat down beside the bed, stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair that covered the young man's forehead, and wiped off the blood on the corner of the other's mouth with his fingertips.

Most of Zhang Qinglan's wounds were skin trauma, but the most serious ones showed deep bones.Fortunately, there is no threat to the tendons and organs, so although it looks scary, it is still easy to recover.

In Ao Zhan's eyes, the undulating arc of the young man's chest seemed too weak no matter how he looked at it.

Unknowingly, Ao Zhanjian frowned, and quickly stood up again.Randomly searched for some hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and thousand-year-old ginseng from the dark compartment in the secret room, and snapped his fingers lightly, a cloud of faint blue fireworks ignited in midair for no reason, slowly refining the medicinal materials.

Tiancaidibao finally condensed into a black pill, floating in the air and rolling slightly.

Ao Zhan took the pill, squeezed Zhang Qinglan's chin and put the pill into his mouth.The elixir that absorbed the spiritual power of the real dragon melted in the mouth, and soon turned into a light-colored brilliance, nourishing the flesh and blood of the young man.

In the blink of an eye, most of the horrific scars on Zhang Qinglan's body healed, and her complexion returned to ruddy.

His knuckles rubbed against the lips of the young man who was still in a coma, and Ao Zhan still had that gloomy look on his face.

The man stood on the spot and pondered for a moment, seeing the ragged clothes on the other party's body were quite unpleasant, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, who had always done whatever he wanted, simply stripped off the young man's clothes.

Seeing that the other party's bare/naked body was exposed to the cold air in the secret room, the wound on it had not fully healed, revealing a small piece of tender pink flesh and blood.

Ao Zhan's face was frosty, he let out a low snort, shook his sleeves and walked out of the secret room.

After less than half a cup of tea, he walked back again, holding three or five expensive silk quilts to aid in healing, and randomly covered the young man.

Ao Zhan frowned until the corners of the stacked brocade quilts did not leave any gaps for ventilation, and turned around to close the door of the secret room.