At the first time when Chen Ping'an raised the strokes, under the signal of the golden old Jiao, Jiaolonggou had already moved, and it was the lion fighting the rabbit with all his strength, and the hundreds of dragons lurking in this ravine rushed to Osmanthus Island together with the originally towering sea water.

Only the direction in which the golden old Jiao was entrenched seemed extraordinarily calm.

The old man of Zhouzi threw the dragon king basket in his hand at his feet, the life and death of a young Jiao has nothing to do with the overall situation, the old man glanced at the young man with the sword on his back, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in the pure moonlight.

The old man sighed in his heart, the little guy is a bit big, although it has little to do with the level of the realm and the depth of cultivation, but Lao Zhouzi thinks that when he was young, he didn't have this bearing.

The old man quickly retracted his gaze and said softly: "Mrs. Gui, Osmanthus Island is in danger, Chen Ping'an and this talisman will be handed over to me for protection for the time being, Mrs. Gui just go to the ferry, and then let Ma Zhi and a few stewards quickly know the benefits and disadvantages to all the guests on the mountain, don't hide the cultivation anymore, all personal grievances, as well as remuneration and compensation, and wait for Osmanthus Island to survive this catastrophe and then talk about it." ”

"Lao Jiao's attack this time is very strange, and looking at the means by which it kills that Jindan Sword Cultivator, it has either broken through the realm and entered the upper five realms, or someone has secretly set up a formation in Jiaolonggou to turn this place into an existence similar to the Confucian Palace Academy. Maybe a certain master from the side of the door took a fancy to this enclave, so that Lao Jiao had the confidence to argue with the Confucian sages in Po Sazhou. But whether it's the Jade Pu Realm or a pseudo-saint, once it goes all out, it will be difficult for you to deal with it alone without me. ”

Madame Gui was a little hesitant, did not rush to Osmanthus Island, and even deliberately slowed down the speed of speech, during which she weighed the pros and cons, in the long career of monasticism, Madame Gui knew that in the predicament of looking around, it was better to do ten things and a hundred things, than to do one thing correctly.

The sea water on three sides is like a burst embankment, smashing into the ferry boat at the "bottom of the bowl".

On the osmanthus island, in addition to the ancestral osmanthus on the top of the mountain, the remaining more than 1,000 osmanthus trees, at the same time the leaves are falling one after another, a piece of fallen leaves do not wait to fall to the ground, they fly into the air together, not chaotic, the laurel leaves are suspended in the void one after another, forming a semicircle, enveloping the osmanthus island, and then the laurel leaves are instantly burned into ashes, vanishing, leaving only a cloud of turquoise aura in the same place, condensed into a large and small ball, between these large as wild chestnut laurel leaf spirit balls, to the surroundings derived from the wisps of green silk threads, pulling each other together.

The sea is turbulent, the ferry boat is like a flat boat, and the aura contained in the laurel leaf is connected with each other, like a big net thrown out by the boat, but this time the "net" is not for fishing, but for shelter from the rain.

When the sea water smashed on the big net, the waves were agitated, but not a drop of water penetrated the big net and fell on the osmanthus island, the ferry boat only shook slightly, and when the ancestral laurel showed a mysterious posture of rapid growth of branches and leaves, the ground on the top of the mountain cracked, and many ravines appeared, revealing the coiled roots of the old laurel tree. The whole osmanthus island then began to rise slowly, as if it was going to withstand the impact of the sea, suspend the wind in the air, and forcibly break away from Jiaolong Ditch.

Many of the water worms with horns on their foreheads were the most ferocious, and they landed on the big net one by one, tearing the laurel leaf array with their claws, or striking them with their heads.

This kind of water dragon is a noble member of the dragon genus, and the relationship with the real dragon who was in charge of the five lakes and seas is relatively close, compared to the snake and carp, there is a world of difference. It's just that there is one more water word, it is more than a single word to call the 虬, compared to this kind of veritable royal relatives, or a little worse, the water is the ancient big beard and the green snake in the sea - the kind of marriage, so it is also called the green carp, and the white cockroach that likes to hide in the majestic mountains, one in the deep sea and one on land, often appears in the articles of the literati, and is a frequent visitor to the poetry of the immortals.

Many descendants of the dragon followed, fiercely slamming into the big net, and also using their talented water magic powers, one by one, they were wrapped in thousands of seawaters, and they hit the big net together.

After seeing this scene, the old man of Zhouzi was distressed, this is Mrs. Gui fighting for a hard-won earth immortal path, allowing the fundamental vitality of the real body to be drastically depleted, and seeking a glimmer of life for everyone.

Ma Zhi, who stayed on the island, should have already negotiated with the guests, but he didn't know if he could unite and work together to tide over the difficulties.

At the moment when Chen Ping'an tried his best to write the slashing talisman, the golden old Jiao in addition to giving orders, let Jiaolonggou attack Osmanthus Island in one go, but it itself had no intention of making a move, just thought about it a little, shook the body of the golden scales, slowly swam to the edge of the clear water, and finally walked out of the ripples A majestic old man in a golden robe, his eyebrows were extremely long, hanging down to his chest, he walked forward in the air, this old Jiao who turned into a human form, ignored Mrs. Gui who needed to be distracted to control Osmanthus Island, and even the life and death of the young Jiao, the old man in the golden robe was as indifferent, he was like a mountaineer walking slowly down the hill, condescending, overlooking the two boats and the three people at the foot of the mountain.

Lao Jiao looked at the back of the young man, his footsteps did not stop, and he smiled: "Little guy, use your hands and feet on that dragon-beating penny, and write the lock slashing charm without authorization, I will only be young and ignorant, and you will secretly hide two flying swords, but if you have to make another inch......"

The old man of Zhouzi drove the boat under his feet, blocked behind Chen Ping'an's one person and one boat, looked up at the old beast whose temperament had changed greatly, and sneered: "What if you have to make an inch, can you kill the neck and ask for a more comfortable way to die?

Lao Jiao glanced at Lao Zhouzi and said with a smile: "You have broken the rules, you have to die, as for how to die, it doesn't really matter, don't you forget, if your soul after death, if you are little by little by my subordinates, you will be made into dozens of candles and lanterns, and after being lit, put them in the deepest part of Jiaolonggou to bear the cold suffering, this crime is more difficult than the five horses on the execution ground in the world, and thousands of knives, especially you are an old monk like Jindan, the higher the Tao, the higher the quality of the incense and candles......"

Speaking of this, the golden-robed old man sighed, stopped his figure, took one hand behind his back, twisted the golden eyebrows hanging on his chest with one hand and two fingers, and said helplessly: "Little guy, this Fan family boat and I have helped you delay for so long, a lock slashing talisman of the rain master's edict is just a good drawing? Is it a disciple of the Taoist Fu Gong faction, and now it is becoming more and more useless? Or are you not good at learning your own art and are not good at drawing runes?Or is this talisman too powerful, and the rune paper is too precious, so you have a little ...... in writing It doesn't matter, I haven't seen and learned the lock charm for many years, and I miss it very much, so I can afford to wait for this time, young man take his time, don't be in a hurry. ”

Madame Gui sighed.

Lao Zhouzi is also in a similar state of mind.

This is the horror of the saint's rule over a heaven and earth.

Just as the Confucian saint sits in the academy of the academy, the true monarch is in the Taoist temple, the Arhat sits in the temple, and the martial saint rules the battlefield.

The pale-faced Madame Gui said sharply: "Such a tyrannical act, aren't you afraid that the Confucian sages of Po Sazhou will hold you accountable?!"

Lao Jiao's eyes said with pity: "Mrs. Gui, Mrs. Gui, you shouldn't stay in such a muddy pond in Old Dragon City, just cocooning yourself, so many years of inaction, two ears don't hear what is going on outside the window, where do you know that under the general trend, those who follow it will prosper and those who rebel will die, Mrs. Gui, although I have coveted your true body for many years, but I think that you are from a good background, I can give you one last chance, submit to me, and participate in the grand event with Jiaolonggou, how about it?"

Madame Gui sneered: "I really don't know if if a Confucian sage is here, you will dare to make a big statement! Not to mention a sage, I'm afraid that just a gentleman is enough to make you tremble, right?"

The golden-robed old man shook his head with a smile, "This time is different from the past, that's why I said that your Mrs. Gui's vision is too narrow, it's just that the Tao is not the same, after eating you, I can smoothly enter the Jade Pu Realm, and when the time comes, even if the Confucian sage of the Yingyin Chen clan leaves the academy and comes here to be held accountable, what can I do?"

The old man grinned, smiling, "I know that you are still not dead, thinking that I was playing tricks before, and I was still lucky, and let the young man draw that slashing talisman to scare all the dragons except me, you see, I still fulfilled your wish, and now you still think I am bluffing?"

The old man stepped out in one step, and instantly came to Chen Ping'an to take a small boat more than ten feet away.

Chen Ping'an seemed to be an old monk who didn't ask about the world, but he just drew the talisman slowly.

Mrs. Gui and the old man of Zhouzi made a move at the same time, she threw out a piece of osmanthus branch, landed on the bow of the boat, the woman silently recited a sentence "the root is in the blue sky", the cinnamon branch instantly grew into a small osmanthus tree, the branches and leaves were swaying, and a cluster of golden osmanthus blossomed, fragrant and fragrant, the osmanthus tree was as high as one zhang, and the shade covered Chen Ping'an.

The old man quickly pinched the trick with both hands, recited the incantation silently, stomped heavily on the boat he was standing, the palms of both hands were against each other, the ten fingers were intertwined, and the brilliant brilliance bloomed from between the fingers, the old man held his thumb against his heart, and pointed to the golden old Jiao with his little finger, when the old man pinched the trick, there was a bright red fire light lingering all over the body, like a heavenly official god wearing a red robe, his forehead was covered with scarlet seals, and he shouted angrily: "Golden crow wings, fire god boils water!"

From the boat under the feet of the old man to the sea between the old man in the golden robe, it was like boiling water in a hot pot, and the mist was rising, and then from it flew out golden crows, which dragged the rolling flames and quickly pounced on the old man.

But the golden-robed old Jiao just waved his sleeves casually, pulled out two blue water dragons from the two seawater on his side, and collided with the golden crows, dozens of golden crows were instantly devoured by the two old men, although the blue water Canglong had a full meal, the belly flickered from time to time fire, and finally died together, the body collapsed, and returned to the sea, but the old man pinched the magic trick in his hand, and shot quickly, which can be described as a mighty momentum, compared with the understatement of the gold-robed old Jiao, the judgment was made from high to low, and the disparity was huge.

The golden-robed old Jiao sneered: "Fire God, this kind of ancient god is too miscellaneous, and because of a great catastrophe, the gods who inherit this great unification are often not rightly named, and they are really not worth mentioning compared to the water gods who have always been inherited in an orderly manner and are deeply relied on by the Emperor of Heaven." The earliest god of fire, who said that he wanted to boil the four seas and burn the five lakes to make clouds and mist in the sky, the gods of the fire department in later generations only dared to say that they boiled water, what kind of water, the big rivers are water, and the small streams are water, and if the water is boiled, it can't be made to make tea?"

The old man's trick was easily broken by the gold-robed old Jiao, and he was not discouraged, during the latter's chattering words, he changed another trick, his hands clenched into fists, slammed together, and his feet stepped out of his own way.

The old man finally separated his fists, one punch hammered his heart to his abdomen three times in succession, the aura of the three qi mansions was agitated, and the other punch recovered his palm, and his palm was facing the sky, "Stunned belly, Lei Ze cave open, listen to my edict, punish on behalf of the sky!"

In the cloudless blue sky, a huge whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared out of thin air, and a snow-white thunderbolt stood out, turning several times in the air, slashing towards the head of the golden-robed old Jiao.

The figure of the old man in the golden robe disappeared in place, but the thunder and lightning that split the air did not dissipate, directly penetrated the seawater, fell into the depths of the Jiaolong ditch, and then catapulted back, reflecting the snow white and vast seabed at this place, many Jiaolong genera hidden at the bottom of the sea, they did not participate in this encirclement and suppression, and after being disturbed by this thunder method, they all subconsciously closed their eyes and did not dare to face it.

The thunder and lightning swept out of the sea, flying to one place, the golden-robed old Jiao showed his true body, in the face of this unreasonable thunderbolt, the old Jiao seemed to be finally a little annoyed, this time he did not have the previous leisurely demeanor, and did not continue to dodge, standing in place, frowning slightly, two fingers together, respectively, clamping a golden long eyebrow, quickly wiped, from the fingertips slid out of two golden sword rays, about three feet, and the same length as the sword in the world, a sword to meet the thunder and lightning, a sword pierced the whirlpool above the head that was connected with a small thunderbolt.

The two swords of the golden-robed old Jiao's long eyebrows were successful, and the thunder and lightning and the whirlpool were burned again, and they exploded with brilliant brilliance in both the sea and the sky.

The old man of Zhouzi is worthy of being a rare golden pill guest who has personally experienced the scenery of the earth immortals, and the means are endless, he rises from the ground, stretches out his arm, stretches out his hand, and holds a silver dazzling Zhangba snake spear, and stabs the golden-robed old Jiao, "The evil animal is killed!"

The golden-robed old Jiao tugged at the corners of his mouth and disappeared again.

The castration of the spear of the old man of Zhouzi did not weaken in the slightest, but increased the force, and there was a burst of black ripples at the tip of the spear, and the snow-white spear tip did not have any condensation, and the spear was like a broken bamboo, like chopsticks entering the water, and there was a visual deviation and skew.

After that, there was a strange scene, there were dozens of golden-robed old Jiao's figures standing around the old man, and the top of each of his head, either as long as a zhang or as short as a foot, had a spear tip piercing the gold-robed old Jiao's eyebrows.

Almost all the gold-robed old Jiao laughed in unison: "It's really a desperate blow from the earth immortals, it's hard for you to be in the Jindan realm." ”

He stretched out his hand and grasped the tip of the spear.

Electricity splashed everywhere, and the sky and the earth were snow-white.

Only one of the golden robes did not speak, he stood directly behind Chen Ping'an's boat, just enough to see Chen Ping'an sitting in the shade of the osmanthus tree, and could not see the cyan rune paper on the specific roots, but it was full of Haoran righteousness, and the brush was a good object, even Lao Jiao had to covet it.

Look at the blank rune paper of the chopping talisman, only seven or eight out of ten have been completed, although the young man's arms, fingers and milli tips have not yet trembled, but his mind has been unstable, it can be seen that writing this talisman is still too far-fetched, Lao Jiao is more and more curious, although the rank of the chopping talisman is not low, but the boy has successfully drawn the talisman on the penny before, indicating that there is no problem with the talisman itself, but the cyan material of the talisman paper, so that the boy is difficult to write, just like a child's weight climbing, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is painstaking.

A high-grade slashing charm with the edict of the rain master written on it.

If he becomes a saint on the one side, the golden-robed old Jiao will still be afraid, after all, this belongs to the natural restraint, in the rain master Hebo Shui Jun and the like, and also belonged to the orthodox gods in the years, Jiaolong will pay tribute to this kind of existence like the boss of the yamen.

It's just that now, no matter how "hard" this talisman is, the golden-robed old Jiao doesn't put it in his eyes, and he even has some longing to see the slashing talisman again.

After all, during a long period of humiliation, Lao Jiao was young at the time, but what he saw and heard was extremely unforgettable.

Lao Jiao is to be in the depths of Jiaolong Ditch, and some old guys of the same age who are unwilling to follow him have seen this far-reaching talisman with their own eyes again, maybe they can make these sluggish old guys give birth to a bloody and brave spirit again.

The complete Jiaolong Ditch, as long as it is twisted into a rope, is by no means comparable to one or two sect-headed immortal mansions.

Dozens of golden-robed old Jiao pinched the tip of the spear at the same time.

This is the life of the old man in Zhouzi, who suddenly fell on the boat and vomited blood.

Except for the old Jiao who stared at Chen Ping'an's talisman without saying a word, the rest of the old Jiao who was aroused to be heavy and ferocious laughed, and almost stepped on it at the same time, there was not much movement under their feet, but the laurel leaf formation that sheltered Osmanthus Island was like a weak city gate that was heavily hammered by countless siege vehicles, shocking, and precarious.

Not to mention that ordinary qi cultivators are unwilling, even the sword cultivator with the greatest killing power is unwilling to do the same as the strongest soldier cultivator in horizontal cultivation.

Many of the Middle Five Realm Qi Practitioners, who were originally dry and unwilling to take out the magic weapon at the bottom of the box, suddenly changed their faces drastically, and they no longer dared to hide their secrets, and they sacrificed magic weapons one after another.

But when the qi practitioners on the island made a move, some of the Jiaolonggou giants who had always stood by and watched from afar before finally used their water magic powers, like a rain of arrows sprinkled on Osmanthus Island.

Therefore, even if Osmanthus Island has the help of qi practitioners, it is still at a disadvantage.

At this critical time, there was a tall and thin old man who flew from the sea beyond Jiaolong Gully, but he was obviously hesitant to go deeper.

It was the Yuan Ying Hu who was next to the son of the Jiang family of the Jade Gui Sect.

In the end, he chose to wait and see.

Mrs. Gui had to go to Osmanthus Island, she really didn't expect the big array to be so fragile, Chen Ping'an's talisman couldn't take care of it, once she was always separated from her soul, the big array of Osmanthus Island couldn't withstand the next impact, even if the drawing was successful, Osmanthus Island had been breached, and the unscrupulous Jiaolong's genus, if it entered no one's land, it would only be a miserable situation of defeat like a mountain.

Mrs. Gui swept away, turned her head to the old man and said helplessly: "Take care of Chen Ping'an!"

The old man nodded with a wry smile and struggled to his feet.

can only do their best to obey the destiny of heaven.

All the golden-robed old Jiao in all directions slowly walked towards the two small boats.

Only the golden old Jiao, who had always stood in place, stared at Chen Ping'an from beginning to end, and told in his heart: "Little guy, if you don't finish drawing this talisman and quickly turn the tide of the battle, all of you will die, Mrs. Gui will die, Lao Zhouzi will die, you will also die, you will die." ”

Do a lot of work, the rain master edict. A total of eight characters of a lock charm, Chen Ping'an only wrote six words in the end, and it was extremely unruly, this charm was already invalid if nothing happened.

In fact, Chen Ping'an finished writing the first four words, although it took a long time, and it was much longer than the previous drawing of the talisman, but on that rain word, no matter how Chen Ping'an ran the qi machine, he couldn't even write that stroke, and the cyan material of the rune paper seemed to be unwilling to accept this word at all.

When manpower is finally exhausted, it will not be changed by ambition and perseverance.

When Chen Ping'an's arm trembled for the first time, a mouthful of blood poured into his throat, and he forcibly swallowed it, forced to swallow it, Chen Ping'an directly skipped the word rain, the word Shizi Pass, and it was a moat, Chen Ping'an bypassed it again, fortunately, the word edict, reluctantly, at the end of the strong crossbow of pure true qi, it was finally written.

After Chen Ping'an's breath was used up, he was exhausted, and the arm holding the small snow cone hung down, it was a strong breath, this time the talisman could not be drawn, it was tantamount to adding insult to injury, at this time, the qi and blood in the body were surging, in addition to the heart blood that had hurt the original yuan, there were countless blood beads oozing out from the inside out, extremely subtle, flowing and condensing from the soul, qi, muscles, bones, skin and flesh little by little.

For the first time, the golden-robed old Jiao was so angry, and scolded angrily: "Useless waste! I've waited for you for so long, and you can't even write the word 'rain master'?!"

Lao Jiao stepped forward step by step, "I'll give you another chance, start writing again! Draw another talisman!"

Chen Ping'an looked at the cyan rune paper in a daze, the situation did not get worse.

But it didn't get any better either.

It seems that after parting ways with the Dao Gu of the Divine Decree Sect on the avenue, Chen Ping'an, who had good luck all the way after leaving the Lizhu Cave Heaven, began to go downhill, as if he had once again returned to the Lizhu Cave Heaven before the shattering and falling.

This time, he was directly caught in death.

Chen Ping'an raised his head and said, "You think so much that I finished writing this lock charm, what are you trying to do?"

The golden-robed old man looked at the young man carefully, nodded with a smile, and said, "Naturally." It's just that there is no point in talking about this now, wasting so much of my time, your three souls and seven spirits will be made into a candle wick later, and it will burn under the water of Jiaolong Ditch for hundreds of years. ”

Chen Ping'an glanced at the left arm holding the little snow cone, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted it, not only this arm, but also the blood seeping out from the seven orifices and skin, gurgling and flowing, "Before I die, I must finish writing these two words." ”

The golden-robed old Jiao's eyes were gloomy, and he said with a smile: "The young man has ambition, I will wait and see, and I will not hesitate to protect the Dharma for you personally, but don't let me down again." ”

Chen Ping'an grinned.

Raising his right arm, he wiped his eyes indiscriminately, wiped away the blood stains that blurred his vision, roughly saw the position of the rune paper in the blank space of the "Rain Master", then closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "What do you do...... What do you do......"

Moment.

Chen Ping'an began to put pen to paper on the rune paper.

The golden-robed old Jiao sneered: "Young man, this is not a rain word, is it too seriously injured and his brain can't be carried clearly?"

Another moment.

The golden-robed old Jiao no longer smiled.

On the rune paper, it is no longer the so-called rune with a little aura.

Instead, a ray of divine light was rapidly condensing.

Chen Ping'an just kept that posture, not because he didn't want to move, but because he couldn't move.

This slasher is no longer a slasher in the true sense of the word.

Because it is not "do much, the rain master decrees".

Rather, it is "to do something very much, and Lu Shen decrees".

Lu Shen's edict!

And the golden-robed old Jiao also did not move at all, and he was also more than willing but not enough.

Chen Ping'an's lips moved slightly, silently feeling the warm divine meaning on the pen and paper, blessed to the heart, his voice trembled, and he said softly: "I saw that the book said that the saint has a cloud......

Chen Ping'an coughed non-stop, and finally said the second half of the sentence, "The hidden dragon is in the abyss." ”

The eight words on the verbal word seem to be no less than the eight words on the rune paper.

A total of sixteen words, falling in the Jiaolong ditch, it is simply a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and five thunderbolts hit the top.

"No!"

"Obey the law!"

A sound sounded from the depths of Jiaolong Ditch, one after another, endlessly.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Dozens of golden-robed old men merged into one figure, he lowered his head and clasped his fists, but his face was full of sneers, "Before the order, the young man will die." ”

Above Jiaolong Ditch, a golden sword as thick as a mountain peak fell from the sky.

Straight down on top of the boy's head.

Someone can save it, but they don't want to, such as the old woman next to the young man in bamboo clothes.

Some people want to be saved, but for the sake of the Fan family's great cause, they can only choose to retreat, such as Mrs. Gui.

Some people are helpless and do not hesitate to change their lives for young people, such as the old Zhouzi who is close at hand.

More people are just watching the excitement, the overall situation has been decided, what else do you need to be nervous about?

At this moment, Chen Ping'an seemed to have insight into the hearts and minds of all people, but his expression was neither sad nor happy.

A pair of stamps slid out of the sleeves, mountain water marks, and stopped in the sky above the head.

After the golden sword light shattered, a pair of mountain water marks, only watermarks remained, and the mountain marks were gone.

On the boulevard.

One person goes straight.