"The Ten Princes of the Beihai Dragon Palace, the Little White Dragon, one of the members who stole the scriptures back then?"

The old monk explained the origin of this keel in his heart. But at this moment, it was the key time to refine the treasure, he kept incantating, his gestures were not slow, and he didn't pay attention to the mysterious powerhouse below.

"......", "......", "......"

Three more jets of water rose into the sky and rolled around the huge keel. But it was the old monk who accelerated the speed of refining treasures. A long delay means many hitches.

In the void, more black spell marks flew towards the keel, densely packed, like moths to a fire, etching into it. It gradually seeped into the bone marrow and disappeared.

As the number of black spell marks increased, the dragon bone gradually became agile, as if it had been re-injected into the soul and brought to life. Its mouth opened slightly, scratching its teeth and dancing its claws, and it instinctively absorbed the power of the moonlight.

At this time, the surface of the keel becomes more and more emerald green, crystal clear, like a whole piece of jade. The flesh and blood on it are also fuller, and the dragon head part has basically recovered, and the rest of the part is also growing rapidly.

Take the moon as the god, the jade as the bone, and the water as the muscle. The old monk wants to create a living dragon again.

This is the Heavenly Dao Treasure Refining Method, which can make dead things alive. Worthy of being a fairy.

It is said that in the Western Bliss Fairyland, there are many Taoist soldiers, which are also refined by mining jade, fine iron, etc., to build caves for immortals and fight demons.

Some sects even train dead corpses and white bones into Taoist soldiers. Among them, those with high qualifications can also awaken their memories before death. It's like coming back from the dead, reversing yin and yang.

Of course, the little white dragon did not come back from the dead, and it did not have the original appearance of the white dragon, but the dark green scales turned into a green dragon.

It's a fucking repaint. If he hadn't been caught today, who would have known that this was a treasure made by the little white dragon in the future?

However, the white dragon turned into a green dragon, which was not deliberately done by the old monk. The reason for such a change is because of the crescent spring water of this lake.

This crescent spring is not simple. It is not a natural formation, but a drop of ancient green dragon essence blood penetrating into the leylines.

The ancient green dragon is one of the "four holy beasts", invincible in the eight wildernesses, suppressing the four poles, and has vast magical powers, comparable to gods and demons. A drop of its essence blood is naturally extraordinary.

Although it has been diluted into a lake of water, the dragon energy in it has endured for a long time. If there is an immortal method, it will naturally be able to extract the dragon qi refining treasure from it.

Even ordinary people, who don't know how to refine, have a stubborn illness, come to this lake, pick some seven-star grass at the bottom of the lake, and after eating it, all diseases will be eliminated. Therefore, this spring is also known as the "immortal spring".

Now the treasure of the old monk is a dragon bone, which is in line with the green dragon divine will in the dragon qi, and there is this change. It's a pity that the dragon qi is thin, otherwise it is really possible to resurrect the green dragon.

On the shore of a small cool lake, on the turquoise meadows.

However, it was said that this mysterious powerhouse was the master of the comet island, one of the seventy-two Icelands of the Beihai Dragon Palace, who was ordered to find the little white dragon.

He searched for months, and finally he found the clue and found the caravan. was about to investigate carefully, but the appearance of this keel solved most of the doubts in his heart, and he didn't need to endure it anymore.

He is a strong person who has become a saint, and he is not an easy person, how can he tolerate the old monk ignoring him so much, and dare to continue refining treasures. He was already furious, and issued a final warning: "Bald donkey!! hand over the keel and tell me who killed the tenth prince, and I can let you go." Otherwise, I'll let everyone here be buried with me. ”

He made a sound like thunder, and walked slowly towards the lake. Everywhere he passed, within a hundred steps, the crowd around him fell to the ground one after another, and the seven orifices were bleeding. Only those who cultivated to a high point quickly escaped a long way, and their faces were also pale, and their injuries were not light.

The majesty of the martial arts saint, the life and death of ordinary people are only in a thought.

As a human race, Blood Wuji can lead all the demons in the Beihai Dragon Palace, and become the lord of an island, under one demon, above ten thousand demons, how can he be a soft-hearted person. Even killing, bloodthirsty, and has the name of "King of the Quiet Sea" on the North Sea.

Let him go out to grab the land, there is basically no way to live, there is a dead silence where he passes, there is silence above the sea, and even the birds have disappeared.

For a time, from the caravan camp to the lake, a distance of dozens of zhang, nearly a thousand people lay down, and countless casualties were killed.

Treating all living beings as ants, treating human life as a mustard, is fierce and powerful.

On the small cool lake, in mid-air.

The refining continues.

Just kidding, how can the treasure who is destined for my Buddha be handed over again. Moreover, this is a magic weapon for the reincarnation of Guanyin.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

The Great Leiyin Temple of Lingshan, the blessed land of the Immortal Dao, would be afraid of the demon clan. Today, unless it is the Dragon King of the North Sea, there is no room for maneuver.

"Okay, hahaha, it's worthy of the ruthlessness of heaven. Blood Wuji laughed angrily, and the fierce light in his eyes was even better: "Then I will kill all these ants, and then I will have a good fight with you." ”

Operation "Jinghai" is about to begin again.

"Blood !!" Blood Wuji's right hand flipped upward, and his five fingers were slightly bent into a claw-like shape.

An invisible aura dispersed again, and the survivors who had fled farther away inexplicably fell into a large area. As for the dead who fell to the ground, the blood on their bodies slowly flowed down the green grass in the direction of Xuewuji.

Rivers of blood.

Now everyone is flying out of the sky, scrambling for their lives, and no longer stopping to watch. This madman is so ferocious that even the immortals don't dare to make a move, and they will be stupid if they don't run away.

The scene was chaotic.

Howling, crying, chickens flying and dogs jumping.

Countless cattle and sheep were abandoned by their owners, and they also scattered their hooves and fled in all directions. Many fell to the ground and were trampled to death by those behind them.

The moonlight is particularly bright tonight, and you can see all around without torches. Many people threw torches, did not gnaw, and silently fled for their lives. I hope I don't attract the attention of that madman, and secretly do the fish that slipped through the net.

In the chaos, the caravan finally gathered together with difficulty.

There is no need to name names, at a glance, it can be seen that more than half of them are missing. There may be a lot of people who are separated, but everyone knows in their hearts that most of them are lying there.

The madman had just come out of their camp, and the first to lie down were the men of their caravan. Thankfully, most of them went out to play, and they were able to escape.

Chen Mo saw the man clearly, and cold sweat broke out on his head. This person was the guest he had received in the afternoon. He has a rich net worth and a graceful demeanor, claiming to be a nobleman of the Wu Kingdom. After some conversation, I really didn't feel fake.

Unexpectedly, he came to investigate the matter of the little white dragon. I just had a drink with him. If he knew that it was their caravan that killed the little white dragon, I am afraid that the entire caravan would no longer exist now.

But now it's still a long time to breathe. The good brother who was still laughing in his ears just now, he became a cold corpse. Those who survive are estimated to have a short life.

However, no one will live a long life, and it will be a while to live a little longer. There was no time to grieve at this time, and they had to run away again.

Where to flee?

Shui Yihan led everyone to flee to the lake. I plan to go straight from the lake to the "Little Rai-on Temple". He didn't believe that if that madman chased him to the temple and went on a killing spree, the immortal master would not care?

He took one last look at the felt bag he had been living in the caravan camp and ran away with the group.

With the cultivation of the fairy clothes, there should be no problem with self-preservation, right? Now that he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, he can't take care of her.