The smoke haunted the dragon like a ghost, but that was just the beginning. When these smoke really came into play, the disaster of the ancient dragon really came.

The fat man didn't move at all, he stood in place, looked at the ancient dragon in the air and sneered: "Why are you flying so high?" Scrap its wings first. ”

In the next second, two clouds of smoke entangled Gu Long's wings, and Gu Long suddenly wailed, and the surrounding Onmyoji didn't even understand what was going on. I saw a large amount of blood spraying from the roots of the ancient dragon's wings, and the sprinkling fell from the sky. The flames on its body did nothing to help these unbeatable smokes, and the lower it flew down, the tail ends of its wings had obvious signs of tearing, and even the degree of tearing was getting bigger and bigger, and the bones of the two wings began to show obvious signs of breaking. Flying became more and more difficult, and the body eventually fell to the ground.

"That's pretty much it, down there, pull out its scales!" The fat man coldly gave a second command.

The smoke fell on the ancient dragon's back, as if it had suddenly turned into a sharp razor, cutting the scales of the ancient dragon's back layer by layer, and the dragon scales fell in large chunks, the flesh and blood on the bare back were blurred, and the pain made it mad and roared.

"Whew!" This time the roar had turned into a wail.

However, after all, the Agni Fire had already inherited the inheritance of the Ancient Dragon Ancestor, and its vitality was unimaginably strong. The wound on its back is healing rapidly, and the wounds on its wings are not yet able to get it back on its feet. But it's not deadly, and given enough time, it shouldn't be a problem to fly again.

"Almost, it's time for you." The fat man knew that he couldn't take it off, so he pulled out the Tushan knife and walked to Gu Long in person. The smoke around him changed into the shape of a rope, binding the limbs of the ancient dragon, and binding the huge fiery ancient dragon to the ground.

The trench coat fluttered, and when he finished his third cigarette, he walked in front of Gu Long, who was lying in a pool of blood and flames, and Gu Long stared at the fat man with hatred, and the fat man climbed up Gu Long's head, and stood on its head and raised the Tushan knife to the center of its neck, and stabbed it down with a loud shout, and the Tushan knife pierced Gu Long's skin, and then the fat man slashed horizontally, and the Tushan knife easily tore apart Gu Long's dragon scales, the artery was cut, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Let's live!" The fat man jumped down from the ancient dragon's head, watched the dragon's blood being absorbed by the Tushan knife, and then smiled coldly when he saw the trembling appearance of the flames. But after a few steps back, his steps were a little fluttering, and he fell to the ground with a step in the air. Luo Qiong hurriedly ran up to support the fat man, and asked with concern, "Brother Cui, are you okay?" ”

The smoke around him also returned at this time and drifted into the fat man's body, and the fat man cheered up, stood up, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, it's just a little out of strength, these grandsons really don't accept me." I have to cultivate my little brother when I go back......"

"I'll go and inform Brother Shan, Gu Long will definitely die anyway, and he won't need to do anything." Luo Qiong smiled and walked back, the fat man nodded, and when he was about to light the fourth cigarette, his heart suddenly jumped, and he looked back at the ancient dragon fire lying in a pool of blood, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart lingered, obviously he had cut half of the ancient dragon's neck, why did he still have a feeling that it couldn't die?

But when he looked at it, he saw that the wound on Gu Long's body was blazing, and the fire was like Gu Long's ointment, and it staggered from the ground and got up again.

"Damn, isn't this dead yet?" The fat man shouted in surprise.

Every time you fall, you will wake up with a stronger attitude, and as long as the flame in your body is not extinguished, the dragon soul will not be extinguished. The god of death had not yet descended on this ancient dragon, who had lived for more than nine hundred years.

The onmyoji couldn't believe what they saw, and the fat man was speechless in surprise.

Even though it cut its neck, even though the blood flowed to the ground, it still vibrated its wings and roared to its feet!

And this time stand up, it will be stronger than in the past!

Life is like a song that is being played, and it will not stop until the end. The sky was overcast, and the world seemed to tremble for this unbeatable ancient dragon.

Yuan Feng's shoulders trembled slightly, and she could feel the fear of the goblins in heaven and earth, and even the trembling of fear.

"The mountains, the trees, and even the goblins here are afraid of it. It's gone mad, and there's nothing anyone seems to be able to stop it. Anger has connected its heart, and evil has entrenched its mind......" Yuan Feng muttered to himself, clasping his hands crossed, looking very frightened.

"Sister Yuan Feng, your task is complete." At this moment, Yuan Feng heard a voice from behind him, and when he looked back, he had already stood up from his state of meditation.

"Brother Shan, that dragon has gone crazy! It doesn't want to die, but nature and the world here don't allow it to exist. Yuan Feng said anxiously.

"So, I'm going to give it a good time, you get out of the way." I waved my hand, Yuan Feng hurriedly took the goblins back, walked a few steps forward and shouted, "The Onmyoji of the Abe family, as well as the Onmyoji of the Daoman family, all retreat, you will be sent to death if you block in front." The rest is none of your business. ”

The fat man heard my voice and immediately laughed: "Haha, you kid is finally better, I've been waiting for a long time!" ”

Luo Qiong also looked at me expectantly, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm not good at learning, and the preparation time is a little longer, but this trick should be able to kill it." ”

My training is different from that of the fat people, their teachers have shown them the way, while I have to figure it out on my own, Uncle A is more like a sparring partner. He will use all kinds of methods to crush me, and all I have to do is find a way to survive under his hands. As long as I can survive and even defeat him, I'm half the battle.

Therefore, many of the books I read in Old Man Tao's small building were understood by myself. Of course, not all of them are basic mental methods and advanced Zen words that need to be comprehended, and there are also some powerful spells that are rarely seen and difficult to master outside.

The Eight Heavenly Dragons, the Bodhisattvas of the Heavenly Immortals, have a noble status that can crush the evil things in the world and deter the demons in the world. However, only Tantric monks can use the power of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, and the folk use of the Eight Heavenly Dragons has long been lost.

However, being lost does not mean that it is out of print. Among the massive books in the small building, there are many lost skills, including a style of "Borrowing Eight Heavenly Dragons to Attract Souls". I stumbled upon it, so I researched it, and found that the power was huge, but there were also a lot of problems, because the conditions required to release this move were too harsh.

From the steps to be taken, to the techniques, to the chanting of mantras, to the movement of the breath in the body, there is no wrong step. In particular, the way the qi is run must be just right and tight, and if there is the slightest deviation, the spell will fail. After trying it a few times, I felt that although this method was very powerful, it required more practice before it could be used. To sum up, the prerequisites for using this trick are, first, to have a trustworthy person to protect the Dharma, and second, to be familiar with the trajectory of the movement of the breath in advance, which is what we usually call inertia. People who are accustomed to writing with their right hand will suddenly become unaccustomed to writing with their left hand, and proficiency is one thing and there is also a problem of physical habits. If you can solve these two aspects, the other steps, as well as mantras and gestures, are not the main problems.

And today, both are met!

The ancient dragon was reborn again and again in the flames, and the favor of the ancestors turned it into a terrifying monster without any worries. But I'm confident that the power of the Eight Heavenly Dragons can kill it in an instant.

The pace is continuous, not slow. Gestures follow changes, words are in the mouth, every step is a node, and every gesture change is a victory.

The celestial phenomena above me began to change, and the onmyoji looked up, as if they could see strange shadows surging from all directions, eight phantoms coming from the far sky and converging on one point.

Overhead, the sky was a blue-gray color, and the sky seemed to suddenly become as clear as a mirror.

The last gesture is played, hands folded!

When the last sentence was pronounced, there was a dull sound in the sky!

The last step is taken, and the path taken by the footsteps on the ground is reflected in the sky!

"Eight Heavenly Dragons, subdue demons and eliminate demons!"