The sound of the immature child, accompanied by the sound of the white crane shaking its wings and hitting the clouds, spread throughout the middle of the river.

The child's voice was not high-pitched, and even weak from hunger, intermittent, and occasionally accompanied by sobbing.

Like the walking dead, the people who followed the vast flow of people and walked into the distance also turned their heads and looked at the white crane that radiated light.

"The dragon that eats people, the adults who ignore it, and the middle road of the river that can't go out......"

Some people sighed, there was no sparkle in their eyes.

"This adult who writes the article wants to avenge the small people and kill the dragon in Changliu City?"

The middle of the river is vast, and it is 8,000 miles from north to south.

Even the world-famous horses run hard and have to rest in between, and it takes seven or eight days to cross the middle of the river.

The same is true for the Divine Fire Cultivator to control the vitality and sword light with the Divine Fire.

Only the Seventh Realm Cultivator was faster.

The Monk Zhaoxing is inexhaustible, his speed is extremely fast, and he can control a Xuanguang that may only take four or five days to cross the middle of the river

The Divine Appearance Monk is slightly slower, if he runs a long distance, he needs to cross mountains and mountains, and if he uses his qi and blood to attract vitality, the speed is naturally not as fast as that of the Zhaoxing Monk.

Lu Jing's white cranes flew more slowly.

But when the white crane flew all over the middle of the river, it brought Lu Jing's inscription.

There are many strong people in the middle of the river, and their reactions are different.

The only Buddha in the Jokhang Temple, Shenxiu Monk and the little Shami Chenghui, were squatting beside a river, looking at the dry river at a loss.

"It seems that before Lutan appears, you and I will starve to death."

Shenxiu has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and her appearance is extremely upright, but at this moment, she has a sad face and is hungry.

Chenghui, dressed in a blue cloth monk's robe, was about to speak, but saw the white crane in the sky, and then heard the immature voice.

Monk Shenxiu seemed to have forgotten the burning thought of eating meat in his heart.

Raising his eyes and looking at the words on the wings of the white crane, he was silent.

Chenghui is even more delicate and petite than Shenxiu, and when she heard Lu Jingxuan's text counting the evils of the dragon genus, her willow eyebrows furrowed.

"Senior brother, dragons eat people, is it the same as you and me eating those fish and shrimp?"

"All are guilty, probably

It's not the same. Shenxiu's tone became a little serious, and he said to Chenghui seriously: "People not only have lives, they have thoughts, and they have family bonds, and they are the same kind of you and me."

Dragons wantonly eat people, and use people as blood sacrifices, from the perspective of people, it is naturally not good. ”

Cheng Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly nodded and said: "That's right, yesterday Senior Brother and I also met that rabbit essence, if it was just for the sake of appetite, it would be good to roast that rabbit essence, but she can speak human words, no different from people, she really can't speak." ”

"But those dragons ...... Why are you willing to eat people? ”

"It's to satisfy one's own selfish desires." Shenxiu taught Chenghui: "There are big and small selfish desires, if you kill thousands of people for your own selfish desires, you will still kill ordinary people who think about it, which is inevitably a little shameful." ”

Chenghui's brows stretched slightly, but some disgust flashed in his eyes: "Senior brother, Chenghui understands, speaking of which, Mr. Lu Jing, who has come to Jokhang Temple several times to visit the benefactor of Chongshan, is really bold.

Dragons, who seem so fierce, have killed so many dragons. ”

Shenxiu also nodded: "That's true, but this is the River Road, not Taixuanjing...... Mr. Lu Jing is inevitably a little dangerous in doing this. ”

Cheng Hui wanted to speak and stopped.

Shenxiu glanced at her, and suddenly reached out.

He had an extra rod in his hand, which was quite simple, just a bamboo rod with some silk threads, but the hook of the rod glowed with a different light.

"No wonder these days, you can always see dragons coming with clouds and mist, Mr. Lu Jing is respectable, these pretentious and noble dragons are disgusting, even so...... So we went to the outside of Changliu City, fished with this fishing rod, and caught a real dragon. ”

Chenghui followed behind Shenxiu, and suddenly hesitated: "Senior brother, I came to Hezhong Road for the opportunity of Lutan, and now I want to fish for dragons, if the host knows......"

"So what's the matter?" Monk Shenxiu squinted his eyes and smiled: "I have been sweating and chilling on my forehead and back for the past few days, and at first I only thought it was because I had never eaten meat.

Now that I see this inscription and think about it carefully, it is actually because I am afraid of this river middle road, and I am afraid of the rotten flesh and scattered white bones that can be seen everywhere in this river middle road.

I originally thought that this flesh and bones came from natural disasters, but now it seems that when the river road was in trouble, there were still dragons like the prince of the Taichong Sea, who were haunted by it.

The monks are compassionate, and it is a sin to have a full feast on weekdays, so they have to catch a dragon, reduce some sins, and try to return the world to a clear place. ”

Chenghui's eyes were shining, looking at this senior brother who had grown up with her since childhood.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this pure compassion in the senior brother's heart that she would see her living self at a glance in that mass grave, and she would suppress the fear in her heart, dig herself out of the pile of the dead, and carry her back to the living world.

The monks of the Jokhang Temple want to fish for dragons.

The long publisher of the Great Thunder Sound Temple also heard the sound of the white crane and heard the inscription in it.

The statue of Guanyin on his back frowned at some point.

The long publisher recalls the inscription, carrying the frowning statue of Guanyin, all the way to the top of a mountain.

He carefully placed the statue between two rocks, and brought another rock to cover it.

Immediately took off the walker clothes on his body and changed into a set of civilian clothes, looking ordinary, just like the honest elder brother who worked hard next door.

He was dressed in cloth and put his long hair on end, and then he put his palms together and bowed to the statue of Guanyin.

"If you want to open the ring of killing, you can't show people in the face of a doer."

"The disciple was born a small people, and now he has changed back into his layman clothes, and he will also go to the Changliu City to take a walk to see if the dry bones of the original Xia River are as this Dafu Baiyi said."

After saluting, the long-haired walker was about to turn around, but his eyes were attracted by the scene down the mountain.

But I saw that the Pingchuan under the mountain was in ruins, the earth was dry and cracked, and there was no one for a hundred miles.

"The Buddha said that everyone in the world has compassion, but the way in the river is already like this, why do these true dragons make things worse?"

——

The evil knife behind Xu Xingzhi was about to move, he pressed the evil knife on his back, and walked all the way, and there was a ghostly demon sound in his ears

The evil knife seemed to tell him that he happened to use this to kill, drink the blood of the true dragon, and kill it together with Lu Jing to become a great way.

Xu Xingzhi's eyes were very clear.

"What is my father fighting to the death at the border and drinking the blood of the enemy every day?"

"This world can't be better, but it won't become so bad, if he is here, he should also go to the dragon city where he is buried."

In the same way as him, there was also a white ape with a big sword.

This white ape didn't know where it came from, he heard the word Lu Jing, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Lu Jing, is that young gentleman that Yuan Zhushan mentioned from time to time when he returned?" ”

"Not to mention anything else, since it's Yuan Zhushan's husband, I can't sit idly by."

"Moreover, these reptiles have become more and more rampant since the old dragon of Luolong Island came to the world, just to kill their majesty."

"Slaying the Dragon? Hurry! My big ape sword likes these crepe things! ”

——

The big banner on the shoulders of the young king of Pingping Township continued to flutter in the wind, hunting and moving.

The banner was unfurled, and it was visible that on the black background, there were two large characters with sparkling spirits.

[Bright Light]!

The Mingguang flag danced in the wind, and the Mingguang Heavenly King also caught a white crane in his hand.

He looked at the white crane carefully and felt that this white crane was quite peculiar.

After a long time, the Mingguang Heavenly King shook it casually, and the white crane in his hand turned into a white light of pen and ink, and then disappeared.

"The general and the Great Heavenly King feel that this Lu Jing can enter Pingping Township and become the king of Fuguang Dongdong in my Pingping Township, and now that he has angered the dragon, he can go and see his catties."

——

Bai Yunmiao looked at the agile white crane, looked at the words on the white crane's wings, and thought in his heart.

Yu Qixiang listened quietly to Lu Jing's words, and his eyes softened.

"That's how Mr. Lu Jing is."

Yu Qixiang said in a low voice: "Taixuanjing is more prosperous than all the cities in the world, but I don't like those adults in Taixuanjing.

Some adults are too deep, and they seem to be always worried about the big things in the world, and they are in a hurry.

Some adults indulge in landscape poetry and write about the prosperity of the world, but they are unwilling to look down at the world outside Taixuanjing. ”

"Only the young Mr. Lu Jing is different, and ...... He is friends with my mother, Sister Bai, I want to go to Changliu City, you ......"

Yu Qixiang hesitated a little: "You concealed your identity, but you didn't come to look for Lutan, if you go to Changliu City, your identity is recognized, and there is an order from Emperor Chongtian here, it will inevitably cause trouble." ”

With a gentle expression, Bai Yunmiao, whose black hair fluttered with white clothes, shook his head.

"Since you admire Mr. Lu Jing so much, and he saved your life, I will go with you."

"It's a big deal that after this matter, I will leave from the middle of the river and return to Candlestar Mountain, and I will not participate in this Lutan matter."

Yu Qixiang was still hesitating: "It's just that in this way, my sister is ...... to find someone."

"Qixiang, you are also my Great Sage of Candle Star Mountain." Bai Yunmiao smiled softly: "When you once came to Candlestar Mountain alone, and then went to the Beique Sea to slay the Dragon King, you didn't hesitate like this. ”

Yu Qixiang gritted his teeth and said, "The Dragon King of the Northern Que Sea is far less terrifying than those adults in Taixuanjing, and it can't be compared with Emperor Chongtian.

If she really angered Emperor Chongtian, my sister was afraid that disaster would come to her life. ”

Bai Yunmiao said: "I, the six great saints of Candle Star Mountain, advanced and retreated together, even that Li Guanlong came with the holy order, and we never handed you over."

Qixiang, don't worry, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge. ”

"And...... We have to hurry up, this place is very far away from Changliu City, I can feel that the old dragon mentioned in Lu Jingyu's article has entered the middle of the river road, and it is already extremely close to Changliu City, if we are not faster, you and I will not be able to play a role in this matter. ”

……

In the river road, there is no shortage of good and strong people, and the devastation in the river road has never cooled their blood.

It's just that the river road is too vast, and when the white crane came with the news, it was more than ten days after Lu Jing wrote the text.

And this text is not all good-hearted.

Qi Guoji under the sword pavilion Kaiyang sword seat, python clothes mink temple, is walking in the middle of the river.

When the text came, the three characters of Changliucheng came into the ears of the Qi State Python Yimink Temple.

A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of this young mink, who was pale, with bright red lips and a face full of feminine beauty.

Qi Guokaiyang Sword Seat is also young, after all, those who came to Hezhong Dao to find the opportunity of Lutan are all young people.

Lutan also focuses on identifying with young people.

Kaiyang Sword Seat looked at the inscription on the white crane's wings, frowned, and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a blood sacrifice in the middle of the Dafu River. ”

The python-clothed mink temple carried his hands behind his back, and his eyes were burning: "No wonder in the past ten days, you and I have seen dozens of dragons passing through the clouds."

Thinking that those dragons were going to Changliu City to take Lu Jing's life.

This is an opportunity for you and me. ”

"Opportunity?" Kaiyang Sword Seat lifted the sword upside down, and seemed to be a little puzzled.

Python Yi Mink Temple sneered: "Lu Jing hurt my prince of Qi Kingdom, and helped that Nanfeng Mian kill the Seven Star Sword Constellation, now since there is an old dragon with many dragons to kill him."

We can go and watch, the old dragon can kill Lu Jing, in case Lu Jing is lucky, you and I can take my king's order and take Lu Jingxiang's head. ”

"To get a Tianjiao head like Lu Jing is a great achievement for you and me.

Otherwise, when this matter is over, Lu Jing will not die, go out of the middle of the river, and return to Taixuanjing, he is so talented, I am afraid that the next time I walk out of Taixuanjing, you and I will no longer be his opponents.

So I said...... Hundreds of dragons killing Lu Jing is an opportunity for you and me. ”

Kaiyang Sword Seat bowed his head and was silent.

The true dragon eats people, and even builds a blood sacrifice formation, and performs blood sacrifice with the lives and flesh of living beings, which must be a great evil in the eyes of Kaiyang Sword Seat.

Dafu white-clothed Lu Jing wrote a text and invited Tianjiao of Hezhong Road to go to Changliu City to kill the dragon, which was quite enthusiastic.

As the python clothes and mink temple said, this is indeed an opportunity.

But in Kaiyang Jianzuo's opinion, at such a juncture, even if he didn't help Lu Jing, who had a grudge against the Qi State, he shouldn't fall into the well and take advantage of the danger of others.

This is a villain's move!

He had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and realized that just like the young python clothes and mink temple said, if he missed this opportunity, it would be even more difficult to kill Lu Jing again.

After more than ten years, the revenge of the Seven Star Sword Constellation is only afraid that it will be shelved and cannot be easily recovered.

"The long river returns to the long river, and the high mountains return to the high mountains.

Since this is the case, I will go to help Lu Jing, let him survive from the mouths of those dragon dragons, and then use my Kaiyang Sword to kill him. ”

Kaiyang Sword Seat suddenly spoke.

The smile in the eyes of the python sable temple disappeared in an instant, and he shook his head and smiled, but he didn't think so in his heart.

Being in the Qi Kingdom, but still so pedantic, no wonder King Qi Yuan doesn't like the Jixia Sword Pavilion, nor does he like the Qi State Sword Saint who cultivates the one-word sword intent.

——

The plaque on the burial dragon city is still flashing.

The apricot altar of the master loomed around Lu Jing.

Lu Jingduan sat on the master's apricot altar and practiced with his eyes closed.

The Nine Gods held the Xuan Method to mobilize all the qi and blood in his body, so that every pore in his body turned into a mysterious furnace, squeezing out a thick vitality.

When vitality and qi and blood merge, the surging qi and blood in Lu Jing's body are undergoing some kind of change.

Wisps of bright red qi and blood were entwined in it, and then turned into another wisp of precedent blood.

"Practicing on the apricot altar of the master, smelling the fragrance of apricot blossoms and peach blossoms......"

Lu Jing slowly opened his eyes, the bright red qi and blood lingering on the wind breathing knife on his waist became thicker and thicker, and between the howling wind, there seemed to be a heavy sword intent brewing, and the spring thunder could be seen, and this spirit flowed in his qi and blood.

"There are more than 70 days in this river road, and there are 50 days to use the master's apricot altar!

Time passed in a hurry, and under the immortal physique and the master's apricot altar, the third congenital blood was finally condensed. ”

The blood of the three ancestors lingered in Lu Jing's body, convoluting Lu Jing's body, mixed with the spirit of spring thunder, making Lu Jing more and more powerful.

Even the internal organs are like black steel, and the skin and flesh fascia are even harder.

"No wonder the congenital strong is called a thousand enemies on the battlefield, such a strong physique, even if it is suppressed by the battle array, if there is no strong person to stop it, I am afraid that it can kill thousands of enemies!"

"Even in the face of the real elite, you can carry a hundred-person army."

Lu Jing sensed his own powerful qi and blood, and thought silently in his heart.

Hundreds of miles outside Changliu City.

An Nijing and Qi Hanzhang never stayed in the Burial Dragon City after all.

Even if that piece of text made An Nijing disgusted with the dragon genus in her heart, she wanted to do something for the living people.

But...... As Qi Hanzhang said, people are born with shackles and cannot be arbitrary.

But they hadn't been too far from Changliu City.

Whether it was An Nijing or Qi Hanzhang, they all wanted to see what would happen in Changliu City.

After this incident, will this Changliu City really become a burial dragon city, or will another Tianjiao dry bone be added to Changliu City.

The Lotus Buddha was also standing not far away, but he seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look at a river.

At the end of the winding river, a faint cold light can be seen, and it can be seen that the heavy military power is like a hurricane, blowing the blood mist in the sky.

"Is it the Ice Armor?"

When the Lotus Buddha was in Taixuanjing, he once met the Seventh Prince Yu Xuanlou, and also went to Candlestar Mountain with Shaozhuguo.

He had naturally seen the Xuanbing Armorer, and at that time, he had also sighed at the rarity of the Xuanbing armor and the Xuanbing Spear.

The Lotus Buddha reacted to this.

Seeing that His Royal Highness in the Su Mansion also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to completely get rid of this big trouble.

"I already feel the breath of the old dragon."

Just as Lian Er was thinking, An Nijing suddenly turned her head and looked at the white guqin beside her.

The strings of the guqin fluctuated wildly, and they actually played a song of killing!

"I didn't expect this old dragon to come so quickly, there are many dragons behind him, real dragons, Jiaolong Youyun came, but the strong man who came to kill the dragon with Lu Jing has not yet arrived."

Qi Hanzhang held the dragon pen in his hand and looked at this Changliu City from afar.

In Changliu City, there was silence.

He didn't know how Lu Jing should stop an eightfold old dragon with a divine appearance, and how to fight against hundreds of dragons.

Lu Jing raised his eyes to look at each other, the light of the Dou Xing in the sky fell into his eyes, and the nine Dou Xing were reflected in Lu Jing's eyes, Lu Jing raised his eyes to look at each other, but saw the clouds and mist churning in the distance like a sea of clouds.

In the sea of clouds, true dragons and dragons are coming towards Changliu City.

At the very front of these dragon genera, an old dragon with a severed foot, dull scales, and a missing dragon's eye roared.

The old dragon came out of the clouds, roaring for thousands of miles!

The rich dragon power rolled up a thousand storms, almost swallowing this Changliu City.

Fortunately, within hundreds of miles outside Changliu City, there was no one for a long time.

Lu Jing watched the old dragon coming.

Many ordinary cultivators who wanted to come to Lu Jing's aid were also blinded by the tornado in the sky, suppressed their physique, and couldn't take a step forward.

How powerful is the power of hundreds of dragons?

Even if there are lifeless cultivators in the middle of the river, who have compassion for those bitter bones, want to help Lu Jing, and want to slay the dragon, but because of the power of this dragon, they can't continue to move forward at all.

Those who have cultivated to be strong are able to walk in the dragon's might, but they are also faltering.

By the time they reached the middle of the river, perhaps the matter would have been settled.

"Seven hundred and seven dragons, of which two are five hundred dragons, and the rest are true dragons."

The first time Lu Jing Douxing's heavenly eyes shone with divine light, it was to look at the dragons around Changliu City.

There are countless rivers and seas in the world, even if the true dragon bloodline is difficult to inherit, but because of the long life of the true dragon, the number of true dragons in the world is as many as five.

It's just that the vast majority of true dragons are entrenched in rivers, seas, rivers and lakes, and they will be dragon kings or lake masters, and they rarely show their tracks.

But when the opportunity of Lutan appeared, the sound of a reward came from Taichong Sea, and hundreds of real dragons entered the river, and five hundred dragons came with the real dragons, evoking the power of the dragon, making Changliu City within 100 miles, like a forbidden area.

Lu Jing saw that the dark clouds in the sky had completely covered Changliu City.

Only then did he take a long breath.

"Regardless of whether the text can play a role or not, that crippled old dragon came to Changliu City with hundreds of dragons, which is my calamity and my chance.

Where else should I go to find so many real dragons besides today? ”

Lu Jing's eyes were calm, and the starlight in the sky broke through the clouds and shone on him.

The golden law thunder that set off the landing scene Yuan Shen turned into a strand of silk thread, winding around the landing scene.

"It is both a disaster and an opportunity, I must do my best to live up to the name of [Burial Dragon]!"

Lu Jing stretched out his palm while thinking about it, and he had an extra long sword in his hand, which was the [Seven Star Sword].

There were seven gems on the seven-star sword, and one of the gems was cracked by an arrow shot by Ying Xuanguang's falling dragon bow, and it was already dimmed.

The remaining six gemstones are still in full bloom.

"Although this seven-star sword is a second-grade sword, it is not suitable for me now, supplemented by reflecting the seven stars, so that his true power can be exerted."

"But even if I can't control the seven-star sword, I can turn it into a sword with a severed head with the sharpness and sharpness of the seven-star sword, plus the life of the star officer."

As Lu Jing's thoughts flickered.

A special mark appeared on the Seven Star Sword.

The imprint over there is like a cold palace under the moonlight, which is the [Guanghan Seal].

The Guanghan seal appeared on the seven-star sword, and the seven-star sword was suddenly entwined with a heavy vitality.

The vitality is rich and heavy, but Lu Jing seems to be dissatisfied.

I saw him gently pop out a finger.

【Xiangtian...... Borrow Yuan]!

The strange vitality was injected into it, and it was sealed by the Guanghan seal, and the vitality was passing in wisps, and at most two hours would be gone, but Lu Jing felt that two hours were ...... Enough is enough!

In two hours, the old dragon with broken feet will enter the city!

This was his first gift to the old dragon.

And the second gift......

"The real dragon is no different from demons, I read and learn words, I have knowledge, if I am afraid of these demons, the books I read in the past have also been read to the belly of the dog."

Lu Jingduan sat on the dragon's head, his eyes were solemn, and between the waves of his sleeves, the [Heart Holding Pen] and a few pieces of straw paper appeared again.

Lu Jing grabbed the pen, his eyes became more and more serious, and then he put the pen on it.

In an instant, a golden aura emanated from Lu Jing's body.

[Righteousness is like a rainbow] life is triggered, those true dragons doing evil things are indeed no different from treacherous evil!

Righteousness is like a rainbow life grid emitting golden light, but there are also wisps of [Haoran Qi] emitting from Lu Jingqi.

If Mr. Guanqi is here, I am afraid that he will be more and more gratified, and he will feel more and more rich in Lu Jing's heroic spirit, just like those Confucians who have studied for many years, accumulated a lot of weight, and read the true meaning from their knowledge.

Even Lu Jing didn't realize that the Haoran Qi in his body didn't come entirely from the righteous qi like a rainbow life, but more from himself.

Reading student Haoran is for Confucianism!

Lu Jing has read 10,000 books, and now he is traveling thousands of miles, and on the way, he is fighting with a sword and cutting unevenly, and knowledge and action are one......

Haoran Qi was born.

The golden glow of Haoran Qi is injected into the tip of the pen.

Lu Jing put down his pen and wrote a poem on the straw paper.

The [Pen with God] life grid was quietly triggered, and then combined with the righteous qi like a rainbow life grid, as well as Lu Jing's own heroic spirit......

In an instant, the golden light on the papyrus paper was magnificent, and then the papyrus paper began to burn, and the lines of poetry disappeared into the void.

"This poem is the second great gift."

Lu Jing looked at the poems that disappeared into the void, his eyes burning.

Without pause, he drew on another piece of straw paper with a heart-holding pen in hand.

The pen and ink flow, Lu Jingshan painted with a heart-holding pen, and the pen was still triggered.

Lu Jing raised his head from time to time, his eyes reflected nine [Fighting Stars], and Lu Jing's eyes seemed to have a strange power under the order of the strengthened Fighting Star Officer.

The [Gou Chen] in the sky also reflected the thunder light, and between the thunder light floating, Lu Jing saw a [Yuan Star] again.

The twinkling Yuan Star fell into Lu Jing's eyes, and Lu Jing was watching the Yuan Star paint.

The gesture is hurried, but there is a flaming light poured into the straw paper.

People all over the world say that Lu Jingluo's pen is a vision, which is a double masterpiece of calligraphy and painting.

But on this day, under the divine destiny of the pen, the paintings made by Lu Jing are not as simple as just giving birth to visions.

But at tea time, the paintings on the papyrus are ready to be revealed.

Lu Jing looked at the painting on the papyrus with satisfaction, and then flipped his palm and took out twenty-eight beads from the Yunkong pattern.

Teruya turned his head, stuck out his tongue and spat out.

Lu Jing comforted Zhao Ye and said: "These [Dragon Balls] are full of the power of blood sacrifice, you can't refine them yet, so borrow them from me first."

Wait until you kill the old dragon and kill all the so-called real dragons, and then pay you back several times. ”

Zhaoye stood up, jumped on the dragon's head, and the horse's head rubbed Lu Jing's arm.

Lu Jing smiled and threw the twenty-eight dragon balls into the sky.

Suddenly, the clouds and mist in the straw paper devoured the twenty-eight dragon balls, and then disappeared.

"It's a pity that this calligraphy and painting written under the pen and righteousness like a rainbow will still lose Haoran Qi and not last too long, otherwise it can be prepared like Taoist rune paper."

"I don't know if the pen has a higher level, whether it can make the pen and ink effect last."

"This painting is the third great gift."

Lu Jing looked at the painting that disappeared into the clouds, and in the slight movement of his thoughts, the master Xingtan reappeared around him.

The vitality that was originally consumed by borrowing yuan from the sky was quickly recovered.

"Borrowing yuan from the sky must be cultivated first, and before operation, we must also worry about the exhaustion of vitality after borrowing yuan, so as not to fall into death.

With this master's apricot altar, at least he can quickly recover his vitality. ”

An hour passed quietly.

Lu Jing slowly stood up, and the wind and rain sword on his waist sounded softly.

[Guiding the Wind] and [Summoning Rain] are quietly coming.

Heavy rain fell in the burial dragon city, and a bitter wind blew.

Lu Jing looked left and right at the ruined Burial Dragon City.

Over here...... It's the battlefield he chose!

——

The old dragon with scars all over his body, the scales on his body had already fallen off, and there was a sword mark on his dragon's head.

The sword marks came from heaven.

When the spirit tide was in the sky, a sword slashed down, cutting off the treasure he relied on for cultivation, and you cut off his cultivation in one realm, so that he had to return to Taichong Sea to heal his wounds.

This is the calamity, but also his life.

If it weren't for that sword, he would have participated in the subsequent Spirit Tide War.

In the Spirit Tide War, too many strong people died in the world, even if he had already cultivated to the Ninth Divine Phase, and was about to build a Divine Que, becoming the true peak of the Divine Phase, infinitely close to the realm of Heavenly Abundance.

However, in the spiritual tide war, the heavens and men fell, the human immortals were wiped out, and even the surviving celestial and human immortals fell into the realm, and they got a glimpse of the grand scene of the Eight Realms, but there were mortals who fell into the Seven Realms, and this kind of pain was more painful than his fall from the ninth level of the divine phase to the eighth level of the divine appearance.

The old dragon with broken feet remembered the past and couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Dozens of miles behind him, real dragons were entrenched, and the dragons swam away, with a murderous aura.

"Hundreds of dragons, plus my old dragon, are going to kill a teenager."

The old dragon lowered his eyes, and there was a deep anger in his heart: "Disturb my dreams, I should be killed." ”

"Is there a real dragon to kill the real dragon? Damn it! ”

"Write a dragon slaying text that you can't measure up, you should kill!"

"Reflecting the dragon slaying platform with a mortal body, it should be killed."

"The Dragon Slayer has its own fate, if I can swallow its flesh and blood, I may be able to ......"

The remnant-footed old dragon turned the clouds and mist as if he were controlling the sea of clouds, and headed towards Changliu City.

"This young man...... What's it called? ”

"Lu Jing? How brave it is to sit alone in the city and wait for me! ”

——

Luo Shubai, Nanhe rain one after the other, staggering.

The sword qi on their bodies was shrouded, and many true dragon divine thoughts were slashed.

"Senior brother, you don't have to come with me."

"The Nan family owes Mr. Lu Jing, and my Nanfu is the Guogong Mansion after all, in the past, I stayed in Yuxing Island and Taixuanjing, and there were treasures to give each other between the comings and goings, I don't know the blood and tears in this world."

"There is also the grass chopping knife enshrined in the Juyue Hall of the Nanguo Mansion, as the bloodline of the Nan family, naturally I can't be sorry for the grass chopping knife, Mr. Lu Jing wants to invite me as a lawyer, I naturally want to go."

"Senior brother, you are different, Yuxing Island is still in the South China Sea, if you anger the South China Sea Dragon, I am afraid that there will be a lot of disasters......"

Nan Heyu looked at Luo Shubai's back and whispered.

Luo Shubai didn't care, his temperament was as elegant as ever, holding the hilt of the seven-foot jade sword.

"If Yuxing Island is in the Taichong Sea, I may take care of it.

But Yuxing Island is in the South China Sea, and he gave the Dragon King of the South China Sea two dares, and he didn't dare to ask the teacher for his guilt. ”

"And...... You forget, I am not an immortal living in seclusion on Yuxing Island, I am also a human.

These dragons are indeed too annoying, and responding to Mr. Lu Jing's essay is considered a grand event, but it makes my heart warm. ”

Nan Heyu lowered his head and remembered the Chinese text.

At this moment, an earth-shattering dragon groan came, and the surging qi and blood of the remnant old dragon turned into a long river, covering the sky and the sun.

He broke through the clouds and came and landed directly above Changliu City.

Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai's hearts moved slightly, and when the sword light surged, a divine thought flew away with the sword qi.

And where the old dragon's eyes fell, he first saw the dragon bone plaque on the dilapidated gate of Changliu City.

"Burial Dragon City?"

"Made of keels?"

"Damn it."

The old dragon's gaze wandered around, and finally landed in the city.

On the keel in the city, Lu Jing sat on the night, holding a pot of bamboo leaves in his hand, his cheeks were slightly red, as if he was emboldening himself with wine.

Alone to welcome hundreds of dragons, it is natural to be courageous!

Lu Jing also felt the old dragon's gaze, he squinted his eyes, and his breath suddenly became erect.

The young man fights fiercely and angrily reprimands the real dragon!

"Old Dragon, are you here to die?"

Dozens of miles away, the overwhelming dragon genus, this dense Changliu City went away.

Lu Jingduan sat on the dragon's head, drunk and hazy, and scolded the crippled old dragon.

Many enthusiastic river chivalrous people are rushing towards this side, and a breeze is blowing!

On this day, Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu saw Lu Jing at this moment......

Drunk and lying down at night, the east wind blows into the dragon slaying field!

The big chapter asks for a monthly ticket, the author tries not to delay, and the next chapter beheads the eightfold old dragon with a godly appearance.

(End of chapter)