East China Sea dust

Zhang Qinglan was wearing shackles specially made of deep sea ice, and beside him were two lobster spirits dressed as soldiers, marching all the way towards the palace of the Dragon King of the South China Sea, attracting many suspicious and probing eyes along the way.

Ao Dingbo walked in the front with strides, his face similar to Ao Zhan's was stern and gloomy.

Half of her heart is concerned about her eldest brother who is still seriously ill, and the other half can't help but complain, annoyed that Zhang Qinglan dared to appear beside Ao Zhan so shamelessly after so many years.

After all, Ao Dingbo was young and couldn't hold his breath. Thinking about this, he couldn't help turning his head and glaring at Zhang Qinglan, and warned in a low voice:

"You'd better be honest and don't try to play any more tricks."

The young man was in shackles, but his back was still straight. Hearing the words, his expression did not change. He raised his eyes and coldly glanced at the angry young Dragon King, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't dare."

Ao Dingbo took a panoramic view of the other party's pale face, and found that the man had lost the momentum he had when he called him by his name in the prison.Now when he left the prison, his brows and eyes drooped, and his eyes turned around in all directions, with a look of lack of interest, depressed and gloomy.

A subtle smell of blood spread along Zhang Qinglan's right hand covered under the robe, and after being diluted by the sea water, a small piece of pale pink spread out.

As a dragon clan, Ao Dingbo has a keen sense, and immediately captured the pure aura contained in the thread of blood... The sense of familiarity made him recall that he was on Luliao Mountain, and the response from the formation came to him. The power to break the formation.

"Tsk," Ao Dingbo couldn't tell what kind of complicated feelings he had in his heart, turned around hastily, and said with a flick of his sleeves, "You'd better do what you say."

Outside the prison is another vast world.

The South China Sea Dragon Palace is grandly built, and the red coral like fireworks stretches for hundreds of miles. It is in the deep sea itself, but it is illuminated by countless night pearls embedded on the pillars as if it is daytime.The palaces are layered and arranged on the seabed in an orderly manner, all of which are carved beams and painted buildings, exquisite and gorgeous decorations.

Ao Dingbo was originally a red dragon, and his original spiritual power belonged to fire, so flame spars were scattered all over the Dragon Palace, and the main color of the palace's decorative painting was also bright red in different shades, which looked like red flames under the bright white light of the pearl. In the sky, large clouds of fire drifted and cruised in the deep sea.

The bottom of the sea is no better than the land. Although Zhang Qinglan took the water-repelling beads, she still couldn't adapt to being wrapped in the cold water.

Closing his eyes hard, the young man hid the wound on his wrist deeper, tried his best to ignore the dull pain from it, stared down at his shoe upper, and followed Ao Dingbo to leave the prison.

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Ao Dingbo placed him in one of the most hidden and safest palaces in the South China Sea, with heavy guards on the outside, three floors inside and three floors outside to surround the sleeping hall wrapped in a layered barrier.

As far as the eye could see, it was pitch black.

The palace looks unattractive, but it is in the middle of the entire South China Sea Dragon Palace. There are countless spar treasures under it, and a steady stream of nourishing spiritual energy overflows from it, which is used to help the wounded in the palace warm up.

Ao Dingbo raised his sleeves, and the soldiers guarding outside the palace immediately gave way to a wide avenue, leading all the way to the entrance of the bedroom.

Zhang Qinglan followed behind Ao Dingbo, and the guards on both sides let go of their shackles at some point and returned to the team.

Scrutiny from all directions poured in like pieces of paper, Zhang Qinglan was a different kind, but her expression remained calm, the icy shackles on her hands trembled slightly with the pace of advancement, and the dark light flowed.

It wasn't until the two of them entered the dormitory together that the barrier completely isolated the noise from the outside world.

Layers of flaming red silks covered most of the scene inside the house, and at the same time blocked the light from the outside, leaving only a large area of ​​darkness in the hall.

The palace is not too big, and the four corners are lit with ever-burning lamps made of whale blubber, and the orange candles in the lamps are dancing, and the light shines through the colorful silk, making it even more dizzy.

Ao Dingbo casually lifted the crocodile silk covering the front, and walked all the way to the center of the sleeping hall.

Soon, a huge green boulder glowing with bright blue light slowly emerged from its original appearance, suspended in mid-air, and appeared in front of the two of them.

The cut surface of the boulder is flat and smooth, and the whole body is overflowing with aura. The material in it is neither gold nor jade, it seems to be a solid stone, but there are rippling water waves in it.

The soft spiritual energy that evaporates from the stone surface belongs to water, and the five elements belong to water, and the breath is peaceful. It is continuously emerging from the heart of the stone, slowly wrapping the person lying on it, like a cocoon, slowly repairing the man Dark red scars on the body.

Sensing the familiar aura around her, Zhang Qinglan's pupils shrank slightly, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but want to take a few steps forward.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, interrupting the young man's staggering steps, making him stop abruptly in front of the boulder.

"Wait," Ao Dingbo grabbed the young man's thin shoulders with his backhand, his red pupils were extraordinarily bright under the dim light: "According to the agreement, I have sent all the idlers out of the hall."

Before he finished speaking, Ao Dingbo pulled out a short blade wrapped in black mist from his sleeve. Before Zhang Qinglan had time to react, he stretched out his left hand first, and swiped the tip of the blade across his forearm vigorously.

The black mist on the short blade was fierce, and in a short moment, it coiled around the blade to look like a black flood dragon.The blade was sharp, and soon, a deep scratch appeared on the inside of the South Sea Dragon King's arm.

Where the scratches touched, the skin/flesh turned outwards, blood overflowed, and a large piece of purple-black bruises immediately occupied Ao Dingbo's forearm.

The young Dragon King still didn't frown at all: "This soul chasing blade will also absorb spiritual energy from practitioners, drying up the sea of ​​energy and losing all spiritual power."

Zhang Qinglan looked at the wound with a cold expression, lowered her eyelashes and said slowly: "What's the meaning of the Dragon King of the South China Sea acting like this?"

"Empty words have no proof," Ao Dingbo clenched his left hand into a fist, the blood on his face seemed to be drained instantly, and he became pale and weak, but he stood firmly in front of the stone bed: "Humans have always been cunning and insidious, I don't believe it. you."

The two faced each other in silence.

After a while, Zhang Qinglan finally sighed softly: "...stretch your hand."

Hearing this, Ao Dingbo raised his left hand, his young face was full of stubbornness and twisting, he gritted his teeth to bear the pain, but turned his face to stare at Zhang Qinglan's movements, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would be assassinated by the human race in front of him .

The icy shackles on Zhang Qinglan's hands did not come off, so she had to raise her hands to form a seal on her chest.

Moments later, a white light suddenly flashed between the two of them——Ao Dingbo was defenseless, so he had to close his eyes subconsciously.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was unable to see things, Zhang Qinglan's thoughts moved slightly, so Chong Li, who had been adorned beside the jade pendant on Ao Dingbo's waist, shook slightly, and a soft, slippery and cold thing came out in response, and fell on the Ao Dingbo's wound.

When the white light completely dissipated, the wounds on Ao Dingbo's hands were all covered by the soft light green plaster.

The feeling of coolness dispelled the burning pain caused by the black mist, and the flesh and blood that had been scratched by the blade was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ao Dingbo withdrew his hand in a daze, turned his wrist a few times, until he felt that the loss of spiritual power in his body was cut off and was being replenished over time, the original defensive worry in his eyes dissipated for a while.

The old god Zhang Qinglan was still there, looking at the sticky plaster on Ao Dingbo's hand, and said nonsense seriously: "This thing is called 'Yiqi Qingjing Ointment', which is taken from 'One Qi Transforms Three Plasters'." Clear' means..."

At this time, Ao Dingbo's attention was all focused on the plaster on his arm, so he naturally missed the corners of the young man's lips and the cunning flashing in his eyes: "The so-called Tao is everywhere, and it embraces everything. This plaster is just like that. It can be specially used to heal the dryness of spiritual power, and it also has the effect of anti-inflammatory, detoxifying, clearing away heat and fire, which is extremely rare and rare."

"Tsk." Hearing the words, Ao Dingbo finally loosened his brows a little, and after confirming that the so-called "Yiqi Qingqing Ointment" is indeed effective, he stepped aside a few steps, hummed twice and said: "It's almost the same...then you can quickly apply the plaster to my elder brother."

At this time, the young man had returned to his original indifferent appearance. Seeing that Ao Dingbo was still quietly looking at the plaster in his hand, he chuckled a few times in his heart, saying that the child was innocent.

Walking in front of the stone platform in twos and threes, Zhang Qinglan withdrew her thoughts, and her eyes fell on the sleeping man in front of her, with a softness in her eyes unconsciously.

At this time, Ao Zhan could no longer maintain his human form, and there were large dragon scales growing on his temples. Due to the dryness of spiritual power in his body, the luster of the scales was dull, and even the dragon horns on his forehead were dry and cracked, and his condition was extremely poor.

Zhang Qinglan raised her hand to gently brush the side of the man's face, and the cold touch rose all the way along the fingertips.

He didn't ask Ao Dingbo to remove the shackles from his body. The young man stood beside the stone bed with heavy eyebrows, his hands slowly moved down until they stopped at Ao Zhan's almost stagnant and heaving heart.

Ao Dingbo stood beside the two of them, staring at Zhang Qinglan's movements, not daring to relax.

Just when he wanted to see where the human race took out the ointment, he found that Zhang Qinglan closed his eyes and muttered something——

Following the voice, the young man's body suddenly glowed with light green light, and the hands that had been hovering in mid-air suddenly started to move, and they broke free from the shackles on them until they shattered.

The rays of light flourished, enveloping the two of them together.

The young man's black long hair rose up behind him without any wind, and his whole body was surrounded by light green light like light smoke. The aura around him suddenly became strong, and finally it was completely condensed between his eyebrows, forming a circle that hovered and moved around incessantly. The emerald green light!

Where is the shadow of "Yiqi Qingqing Ointment"?

Ao Dingbo turned pale with shock, and just wanted to stop him, but found himself blocked by life and death, unable to take a step forward.

Zhang Qinglan opened his eyes suddenly, bit the tip of his tongue, and a "blood bead" that was also dark green in color was slowly released from his mouth.

When the blood beads met the blue light, they instantly combined to form a perfect circle in the shape of Tai Chi gossip, and then began to rotate at a high speed—until the last flash of inspiration, they went straight into Ao Zhan's chest and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the outline of the young man's body was like a faded landscape ink painting, gradually becoming lighter, and the aura belonging to the human race also disappeared, leaving only faint traces of an indistinguishable fragrance.

Ao Dingbo took a few steps forward with difficulty, felt the non-human and non-monster aura of the other party, gritted his teeth and said:

"……monster."