"Hiss~"

Jiao stuck out his tongue and made a snake-like sound.

The huge body is somewhat similar to the red dragon, but it is more like a giant snake that has been magnified countless times.

It emerged from behind the mountain, its huge body, slowly and rhythmically approaching this side, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Its eyes locked on the red dragon, and the greed in its eyes almost overflowed.

It looked around quickly from side to side, and a wary look flashed as if it was guarding something.

Seeing this action, Wen Ziyuan's eyelids couldn't help jumping, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

"Amitabha. ”

As a Buddha horn sounded, nineteen monks came out of the crowd and rushed towards the mountain.

The rest of the monks sat on the spot, one took out the wooden fish and beat it, and everyone began to chant the scriptures.

The sound of the warp is far away, rippling on the mountain.

Jiao didn't seem to see them, slowly withdrew his gaze from the surroundings, raised his eyes and glanced at them, his mocking look was quite humane.

It stopped, didn't rush at once, as if waiting for something.

The feeling of uneasiness grew stronger and stronger, and the monks were extremely fast, and the rugged mountain road under their feet could not be affected in the slightest.

Step on the soles of your feet, and when you kick it, it is several meters away, like a magical power that shrinks into inches.

In just a few tens of seconds, the distance is shortened by less than 100 meters.

"Don't come here!"

Wen Ziyuan suddenly shouted loudly.

The monks looked at him in bewilderment, and continued to rush at an accelerated pace.

A senior monk's hands reached out from his wide sleeves, and his palms brushed against the wind, making a dignified sound.

The rest of the monks took out the eyebrow sticks from their backs, swooped down diagonally, and rushed up.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a huge movement came from afar.

The movement was huge, and the mountain under their feet shook, so abruptly, the monks' bodies shook for a while, and quickly stabilized.

"What's going on?"

The monks stopped and looked around.

On a hill to the south, a huge figure appeared.

"Jiao..."

A monk's face changed wildly, and he lost his voice and said, "How is it possible!"

Seeing this Jiao, Wen Ziyuan's eyes were completely gray.

Sure enough, there was a second Jiao.

No wonder the Jiao just now had that vigilant expression.

It's not wary of them at all, it's wary of other Jiao.

A Zhilong Mountain Range, there are actually two Jiao, a dragon!

The Taoist priests, the monks, were already speechless in shock.

One dragon, one Jiao.

They still have faith.

Now, there is another Jiao.

"Ancient Yuan Mage, what should I do?" asked Vacuum as he grabbed an eyebrow stick.

There is a Jiao in front and a Jiao on the side.

The Jiao, which had disappeared from the mountain peak, was coming this way.

"It's one to kill one!"

Master Gu Yuan's eyebrows tightened, and the hand holding the Qi Mei stick waved and shouted, "Kill!"

Jiao completely ignored them, glanced at the next mountain, and saw that the Jiao was gone, and his body swam and rushed quickly, and his huge tail swept over.

The ancient mage flicked his feet and retreated.

Jiao took the opportunity to bite the red dragon's tail, turned around and ran.

It's scary.

The rugged mountain road is like a smooth water surface for Jiao.

In the blink of an eye, it has been dragged out for tens of meters.

The red dragon was on the verge of death, and he could only watch Jiao drag his body, his eyes desperate.

With all its might, it plunged a pair of front paws into the ground.

But it couldn't stop the force of Jiao's dragging, and the two claws left deep grooves in the ground.

Master Gu Yuan's face was calm.

If you really want it to drag the red dragon away, Yuxuan Zhenren's sword will be in vain!

Wen Ziyuan reacted, ran up quickly, Huang Fu threw out without money, and exploded on Jiao's body.

"Shhh

Jiao opened his mouth and hissed, suddenly stopped his movements, and glared at Wen Ziyuan angrily.

Then he stood up half of his body, grabbed the red dragon's head and shook it hard, throwing the red dragon down the mountain behind him.

The red dragon, which weighs more than 70 meters and weighs nearly 300 tons, is like a doll in Jiao's mouth, and it is thrown out of the air.

After doing this, Jiao snorted, and two puffs of white gas erupted from his nostrils, and he didn't entangle with them, but turned around and ran.

"Brute!"

Master Gu Yuan bounced several times, jumped up, and the Qi Mei stick was thrown by him as a javelin, piercing Jiao's head.

Jiaotou didn't look back, "snapped", and flicked his tail to slap the eyebrow stick away.

Master Gu Yuan clasped his hands together, silently chanting something in his mouth, and a layer of golden light flashed out of his palms, and he instantly swelled into a fist, like gold and iron poured.

"Vajra Palm!"

The ancient original mage rushed over, jumped several feet high, and the golden light of his right palm flashed, and he slashed down angrily.

"Hiss~"

Jiao opened its mouth and spewed, and a stream of green liquid erupted from its mouth, shooting towards the ancient original mage like a thin line.

Gu Yuan didn't dodge or dodge, and raised his palm to slap the venom.

Venom and golden palms erupted, making a "zizi" sound and emitting white smoke.

Gu Yuan's golden palm also dimmed a little, and he shook his right palm vigorously on the ground.

"Eyebrow stick!"

He stretched out his hand and shouted, and one of the monks threw out the eyebrow stick in his hand, and it landed precisely in his hand.

"Today is desperate, and I want to keep you!"

Gu Yuan's hands were clenched, and his true qi continued to pour into the Qi Mei stick.

A few steps and a step, shortened to less than half a meter, the hand out of the stick, the power gathered on the head of the stick, smashed on the body of Jiao, the scales burst out.

"Phew!"

Jiao's huge body twitched, let out a sharp roar, half of his body stood up, and two huge limbs like fish fins whipped Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan's posture is flexible, left and right, Qi Mei stick in his hand like an arm command, the wide monk's robe is a little inconvenient, he pointed a stick on the Jiao's head, jumped back with strength, and ripped the monk's robe away from his body.

Revealing a sturdy body.

It is hard to imagine that Gu Yuan Mage, who is close to fifty years old, has a body that is not inferior to that of a young man.

Muscles were mechanically combined in his body.

The arms are raised, the pectoral muscles are highlighted, and the abdominal muscles are as hard as iron.

He floated to the ground, his left arm was at an inner angle, his right hand grabbed the Qi Mei stick, put it on his left forearm, made a gesture of holding the Buddha, and stared at Jiao.

His chest and abdomen were contracting rapidly, but his expression remained calm.

"I'm not going to kill you now!"

Jiao suddenly said a word, and then turned around and ran.

Gu Yuan snorted, and then caught up, and the long stick kept hitting it.

Jiao was in pain, but he didn't fight back, and ran faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Yuan chased hundreds of meters down the mountain.

He saw a mountain stream.

The half-dead red dragon was next to the mountain stream.

On the other side of the mountain stream, the Jiao that appeared before was swimming quickly towards this side.

"Kill him!"

Jiao said suddenly.

The Jiao that swam quickly, with purple scales on its abdomen, heard this, hesitated for a moment, nodded and hissed.

Gu Yuan chased after him, he knew that he was in danger.

But if he leaves, this red dragon will definitely become Jiao's bag.

These two Jiao, even if there is only one Jiaohua Dragon, all their efforts today will be in vain.

Thinking of this, Gu Yuan burst out, suddenly jumped high, grabbed one end of the Qi Mei stick with both hands, and used the long stick as a sword, wanting to learn from that Zhengfang real person, and insert it into Jiao's body.

He was going to insert this eyebrow stick into Jiao's head.

"I'll help you. Zijiao said, opening his mouth to spew venom, but it was not shot at Gu Yuan, but at Jiao.

Jiao was furious, frightened, and subconsciously stopped, and moved his head to avoid the venom.

"Die!"

Gu Yuan's eyes were bright and generous, his body fell heavily, his feet were inserted into Jiao's head like a sword, and the eyebrow stick in his hand met some resistance.

Jiao's skull is very hard.

"Poof!"

Eyebrow stick insertion!

Gu Yuan suddenly let go of the Qi Mei stick, put his palms together, and the golden light reappeared, and then slapped violently.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Gu Yuan kept slapping the top of the stick with his golden palm.

With each palm, the eyebrow stick went a little deeper, and there was blood and brains splashing.

Jiao roared, and his body writhed wildly.

But no matter how he writhed and struggled, Gu Yuan seemed to be glued to his head, unable to get rid of it.

A flash of success flashed in Zijiao's eyes, staring at Gu Yuan, who was still shooting, and suddenly approached, the dragon's tail lifted and slammed down.

Feeling the gale blowing, Gu Yuan raised his head.

Zijiao's huge tail, in his line of sight, quickly zoomed in...

"Poof!"

The giant tail smashed down, and Gu Yuan's chest was inserted into the eyebrow stick.

And this smash also smashed Jiao's head into the ground, and the two-meter-long stick pierced Gu Yuan's chest and Jiao's skull, nailed to the ground next to the mountain stream.

Zijiao came over slowly, looked at the dead Jiao, and showed a satisfied look.

It slowly lowered its body, its huge eyes, staring at the human being lying on the skull of the Jiao, looking at itself with its eyes not yet dead.

Gu Yuan opened his mouth, and his voice was intermittent mixed with blood: "You will definitely die......"

"Poof!"

Zijiao spat out a scarlet tongue, like an arrow, piercing through the center of the ancient mage's eyebrows.

His tongue stirred in Gu Yuan's head, and Gu Yuan's eyes were dead to ashes.

"If you like to pretend to be a hero so much, then it's better to pretend to die. ”

Zijiao's voice is high-pitched, and when it speaks, it emits a strange smile that is difficult for humans to make.

It wrapped its tongue around Gu Yuan, pulled his body out of the Qi Mei stick, and threw it on the ground, and the tongue rolled up the stick and flicked it, piercing his body again and nailing him to the ground.

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