The two words are just two words, and the city is full of vigor, and the white light of Ming Huanghuang is full of the burial dragon city.

At this time, it was already evening, the clouds were suddenly rising, and it was still very hot, but the night had already appeared.

But even so, the burial dragon plaque made of white bones was like a light in the dark night, illuminating the entire ruined Changliu City.

Lu Jing wrote down the word "burial dragon", returned to the behemoth dragon's head, and sat cross-legged on it.

With a surge of his sword qi, the dragon bone not far away turned into a table and came to him.

Lu Jing took out another piece of straw paper, grabbed the heart-holding pen from the void, and his eyes drooped slightly, thinking about something.

"This Lu Jing, want to invite someone to help?"

"The old dragon with broken feet is here, and there are hundreds of dragons, but the real powerhouses of all parties have not come to the middle of the river because of the order of the Holy Monarch.

In the middle of the great river, who dares to come to help Lu Jing? The eightfold crippled old dragon came in person, what if there were more than ten Tianjiao teenagers? How could he save Lu Jing's life? ”

Lian'er Buddha looked at Lu Jing coldly.

The string of red Buddhist beads around his neck was still shining slightly.

"If I take off the Buddha beads, I may be able to help one or two, but those real dragons should be killed, this Lu Jing has the resources of Tiansheng, but there are demons in his heart, and he should also be killed.

Help the person who should be killed kill the dragon who should be killed? Why bother? ”

Lian E recited a Buddha name in her heart and was silent.

The white guqin beside An Nijing sensed the white light blooming from the plaque of the burial dragon city, and several strings made a soft sound.

The qin priest of the Hengshan Temple turned his head to look at the guqin, and then looked at Lu Jing again, becoming more and more puzzled by what this real genius of Dafu was thinking.

Since he has obtained immortal wisdom, he is disrespectful to immortals!

Killed and robbed, but didn't know what fear was, he wanted to be seriously injured, wanted to change the name of Changliu City to bury the dragon in the realm of shining stars, and wanted to bury the dragon in this deserted city.

This...... It's a fool's dream.

"Don't say that the remnant-footed old dragon that survived from the spirit tide is that hundreds of dragons are here, and it is enough to set off a stormy wave......"

An Nijing is like the Buddha Lotus, and her thoughts are flying.

Only Qi Hanzhang stood in place, he was thinking about it, not out of Changliu City, and fell on the keel plaque.

The word "burial dragon" on it made Qi Hanzhang silent.

He could clearly perceive that there was not the slightest circulation of vitality on the dragon bone plaque, but from the word burial dragon, there were all kinds of wonderful and powerful fluctuations circulating out and falling into the entire Changliu City.

In Changliu City, an astonishing killing intent permeated every falling brick and stone.

On the white bones of those creatures who died in vain, bursts of mysterious power were also condensed, condensing in the void.

Qi Hanzhang ...... I couldn't understand the power in Lu Jing's pen and ink, but I was so surprised in my heart that I couldn't help it.

"This is not a supernatural power, and it has never been mixed with vitality, but this Lu Jing carved a plaque with sword qi and wrote these two simple words, but it can have such a miraculous effect."

"This is similar to my dragon brushwork, but the magic of my dragon brushwork comes not only from calligraphy, but also from my own magic and self-cultivation.

Is...... The world is so big that there are no surprises. ”

At this moment, Qi Hanzhang was sighing in his heart.

Lu Jing, who was sitting on the dragon's head, used the white bone as the table, and the heart-holding pen in his hand finally fell.

On the ordinary papyrus, the heart-holding pen flies, and every word jumps out.

Qi Hanzhang looked up, but saw that the blank space in the line of text was few and far-reaching, dense, and dense!

Every time it has the charm of cursive, the paper is swirling and flying, and the spirit is full inside, but it also implies a monstrous murderous intention.

There is a wave of thunder and thunder, and a hundred jun are angry.

However, at this moment, Lu Jing's cursive penmanship on the papyrus paper was still secondary, Qi Hanzhang originally fell on the pen and ink, but when Lu Jing wrote, the words fell into Qi Hanzhang's thoughts, and Qi Hanzhang's body suddenly stiffened.

Lu Jing...... To blame those true dragons? ”

Qin Priest An Nijing and Buddha Zi Lian'e also looked at the piece of papyrus.

An Nijing frowned at first, but when those words gradually became articles.

For some reason, An Nijing's heart suddenly surged with blood, and she became even more disgusted with the dragon genus who was in the shape of the ghostly thing.

Under the monk's robe, the secret texts of the Buddha engraved on his upper body also emitted a faint light.

Those Buddhist texts contained some kind of strange power, which made the killing thoughts in the hearts of Buddha Lian'e more and more hot, and when the killing thoughts boiled in his mind, Lian'e suddenly reacted.

"This Lu Jingzhi article can actually ...... Arouse the murderous thoughts in my heart, and even awaken the Buddhist text in my body! ”

Lian E frowned and watched Lu Jing write an article.

Originally, the pen and ink were black, but as Lu Jing wrote the article word by word, the words on the papyrus turned golden, and even faintly saw a sword qi, a haoran qi and even a thunderbolt, hovering in it and circulating in it.

An unimaginable force emerges from it.

Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing looked at Lu Jing, and even Zhao Ye, who was lying next to the corpse of the real dragon in the distance, stood up, they looked at Lu Jing, but they seemed to see Lu Jing's body glowing.

A thin layer of golden light shrouded Lu Jing's body, making Lu Jing at this moment look like a young sage!

"This ...... This is a letter to slay the dragon! ”

Qi Hanzhang muttered to himself.

And Lu Jing's pen and ink took off, and finally wrote a sentence......

[There is a pen and ink white crane sent in the river, and the four sides of the dimension are fierce and heroic, come to kill the dragon! 】

The pen fell, and Lu Jing's pen was full of white light.

Not long ago, the pen that turned into bright green was quietly triggered by the divine destiny!

All of a sudden, the white light of Lu Jing's pen soared out and condensed in the void.

The white light seems to have a god, turning into white cranes.

Those white cranes......

The wings are bright and the snow is covered, and the wind god is sprinkled to occupy the high autumn!

Dansha is the top of the sun, and the white jade is the clothes of Yuming!

When the white cranes turned into white light appeared, the feathers without the slightest flaw danced like white clouds, and the cranes sang in Jiugao and heard in the burial dragon city.

They shook their wings and swept up the storm, causing An Nijing's curly hair to fly, and also causing the white guqin beside An Nijing to burst out with the sound of fluctuating strings.

Qi Hanzhang is even more so.

"Words give birth to gods...... Although it is not as good as the book saint to write down the sea, and the pen opens the world, it is ...... But there is a mystery here, and it is better than my dragon brushwork! ”

The high crown on Qi Hanzhang's head shook slightly, and he lowered his head, unwilling to look at the white cranes in the sky, because each white crane brought a thunderbolt that hit his proud heart and made him a little trance.

At this time, Lu Jing picked up the piece of straw paper on the keel table and threw it gently.

On the papyrus, there was a sudden glow.

The light turned into hundreds of brilliant white lights, flew away, and imprinted on the feathers of the white cranes.

As a result, on top of each white crane and a hundred feathers, there is a line of writing here.

"Go ahead."

Lu Jing whispered in a low voice, and for a while, he was shocked, and his delicate wings flew away.

The blood-colored mist in the sky was blown away by the wind waves blowing from the wings of the white crane.

Showing the sunset in the distance.

The white crane soars, and the sound is beyond the sunset.

Lu Jing raised his head to see him off, holding the heart pen suspended beside him, and the rain sword and wind sword on his waist seemed to be shaken, bringing the wind and rain to the burial Dragon City.

All of a sudden, in the burial dragon city, where the living and the dead were dead, it was drizzling and hazy, and the breeze was blowing.

"It doesn't make much sense to bury this wind and rain in Dragon City."

Lu Jing sat on the head of the behemoth dragon, looking left and right, but only saw the collapsed ruins, the flying dust, and the trees that had long since dried up and died.

More ...... but it is white bones.

"The wind sword, the rain sword brings the wind and rain, but it can only fall in this deserted city, if it falls in the vast river road, then the so-called heavenly rules will be punished with spring thunder.

But there are strong dragons who kill the weak, but the rules of heaven are ignored, and even ...... According to the Qin Priest of the Hengshan Temple, all the creatures in the river died, the blood mist filled the sky, and the immortals in the sky all came to collect these blood mist......"

"Does the so-called calamity come from nature, or does it come from these immortals?"

Lu Jingmu sent the white crane away.

An Nijing looked at Lu Jing blankly, and after a long time, she suddenly said to Qi Hanzhang beside her: "That dragon genus is evil, Lu Gongzi's text is full of dragon evil, maybe ...... And so should we. ”

Qi Hanzhang originally lowered his head, unwilling to look at the white cranes that fluttered their wings and flew away.

When he heard An Nijing's words, he still didn't blink, just shook his head and said, "Nijing, you and I are from Qi after all. ”

"The mountain ghost Gao Li, the sword Qiushui of the Jixia Sword Pavilion, and even the Seven Star Sword Constellation, although they all died in the hands of Nanfeng Mian.

If there was no Lu Jing to intervene, even if Nanfeng Mian realized the sword spirit, he was afraid that he would not be able to calmly kill the Seven Star Sword Constellation.

Plus the ancient prince...... If you and I help Lu Jing slay the dragon today, even if you are a qin priest in Hengshan Temple, even if my Qi family has an extraordinary status in the Qi country, you will not be able to escape the responsibility. ”

Qi Hanzhang seemed to have regret in his eyes, he reached out between his hands, and there was an extra pen in his hand.

This pen has been with him since he was a teenager, and I don't know how many words he has written and how many penmanship he has run.

"People are born with shackles.

If I am alone, afraid of the power of the dragons in the world, and see the dragons doing evil, I will not dare to slay the dragons.

There is a Qi family behind me, and I am afraid of implicating the family, so I don't dare to kill the evil and slaughter the evil.

But Mr. Lu Jing from the library can, he ...... in his heart Fearless. ”

An Nijing seemed to have forgotten the reason why she came to look for Lu Jing, and when she heard Qi Hanzhang's words, she could only restrain the disappointment in her eyes and slowly bowed her head.

The two of them exchanged thoughts and communicated with each other.

The white crane flew farther and farther away, and disappeared.

Qi Hanzhang finally dared to raise his head, he smiled at An Nijing, and said, "I don't dare to meddle in this matter, but I can stand far away and take a look at the scene in this buried dragon city in the near future."

I also want to see if among the many heavenly arrogances in the River Road, as Mr. Lu Jing said, there are those who are enthusiastic and do not want to see the evil spirits! ”

An Nijing suddenly remembered what Lian'er Buddha beside her had said before.

"Buddha, now that the dragon is coming here, are you ...... Don't kill these people who deserve to be killed? ”

Lian'e said the Buddha's name, his face did not change, and he did not answer directly, but said: "I will wait and wait here to see if this Burial Dragon City will become a place for the burial of dragons, or will it become a ...... The place where Lu Jing is buried. ”

An Nijing seemed to have an understanding, and secretly said in her heart: "The Buddha Son Lian'e is the lowest ranked among the seven Buddhas of the Landa Temple.

Originally...... He never got the true intention of killing Vajra in anger, and under the murderous evil in his heart, there were other desires.

It's just that he is in it, but he doesn't know it. ”

The white crane soared, and the self-buried dragon city flew everywhere.

At this moment, there are countless geniuses in the middle of the river.

Some come from famous sects, such as Da Lei Yin Temple, Qi Guoji Sword Pavilion, Wuwang Sect, Casting Sword Mansion, Jokhang Temple, Ping Ping Township, and Evil Dao Sect......

Some are from Dafu, and some are from the 36 countries of Qi, Nanzhao, Donghe, and Western Regions......

In the world, there are not a few people who come to this river.

They walked in the middle of the river, looking for the location of the deer pool.

Nanhe rain and Luo Shubai walked together.

The young king of Pingping Township still carried the banner on his shoulders and walked in the flow of people fleeing the famine.

There is a long publisher in the temple who carries the image of Guanyin on his back, stands on the top of the mountain, and is worshiped by the victims below.

The Shenxiu monk of Jokhang Temple had a sad face, looked at the bare mountains, and muttered in his mouth......

"How is it good to have no meat to eat?"

The little novice beside him was also gritting his teeth, hungry.

Qi Su and Chen Shangu saw the white crane in the sky and were puzzled.

The white snake on Candlestar Mountain was moved by Yu Qixiang's words, and wanted to find Lu Jing to see what kind of character this Dafu Baiyi who could be praised by the Dao Sect Sect Master Baifeng in a hundred miles.

Yu Qixiang and the white cloud miao rode the dragon and wandered in the clouds and mist.

But seeing a white crane flying in the distance, the white snake was a little surprised, and did not see that the white crane contained vitality, but carried white light to fly and dance among the clouds.

On the contrary, it was Yu Qixiang, where his eyes fell, and when he saw the words on the wings of the white crane, a trace of joy suddenly flashed.

"Huh?"

"That's ...... Mr. Lu Jing's words! ”

Yu Qixiang exclaimed.

On the ground below the clouds, the victims of the disaster walked in groups.

In front of a ragged child, a white crane fell.

The white crane glowed with white light, like a fairy crane, so that the hungry victims did not dare to approach.

The ragged child, who no longer had much energy, slowly approached the white crane.

When he saw the words on the white crane's feathers, a wisp of mist appeared in his eyes, and there was a faint sound of recitation in his ears.

So the young child chanted along with the voice......

Hundreds of white cranes dot the middle of the river.

The young man's immature recitation voice seems to be transmitted to each white crane by some kind of power.

The white crane flew over, and there was the sound of reciting the text in the middle of the river!

[Since ancient times, all living beings have been in the world, among which some people have been divided into Lushan to build a country, and there are demons who have gone to Qingping Sea to build islands, and the dragons in the world bow down to the human monarch, and worship the holy monarch of Chongtian to serve the great subdued, and the dragon genus has not heard of the dragon in the center of the Taixuan to prestige the world.

Correct!

Since the Northern Qin and Qin fires burned all over the world, the Northern Qin Hanging Sun was powerful and shining on the sky, the dragon was pretentious and powerful, relying on the heaven and the earth and rampant and domineering, doing evil birds and beasts cannibalism, forgetting the great Fu Tianwei, consciously the dragon belonged to the world, and regarded thousands of creatures as grass mustard ants, causing countless creatures to become white bones, not under the dragon pan array!

Killing living beings to support themselves?

Under the majesty of the Great Volt, the majesty of the Holy Monarch, the virtue of heaven and earth, and the knowledge of hundreds of generations, there is still no half of awe, no different from livestock!

Lu Jingben is a mysterious person, because of the palace test to win the championship, for the public to push, for the holy monarch to order, to enforce the law thunder, for the big Fu white clothes to enforce the law!

Lu Jing entered the river, and saw that the dragon belonged to the dragon with strength, swallowing blood and eating meat, without the intention of recovering the holy monarch and sheltering all beings, but for the great harm of living beings, so he beheaded the evil dragon on the bank of the original Xia River, and then killed seven out of twenty dragons, all of whom were beasts, tigers and leopards. The journey of the avenue covers the sky with justice, and Lu Jing not only holds the law of thunder, but also has the responsibility of returning the justice of the dead.

However, the dragon genus kills living beings without realizing that they are evil, but they use the death of the dragon genus to fight, and the old dragon is supplemented by hundreds of dragons into the river, and the tyrannical act is carried out, and the dragon pan is restored!

Lu Jingde is thin and shallow, and he is based on the words "goodness and responsibility".

There is the sun and the moon, there are the monarchs and the people, there is the water of the mighty river, and there is the soul of the martyred creatures.

There are pen and ink white cranes sent in the river, and the four sides of the Weiwei Quartet are fearless and fierce, and come to slay the dragon! 】

ps: A lot of brain cells died in writing this chapter.,Everyone vote for a monthly ticket.,Thank you.。

Writing this chapter killed a lot of brain cells.,Everyone vote for a monthly ticket.,Thank you.。

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