Before Zhu Yihou could finish speaking, the originally closed hatch on the lower deck of the painting boat suddenly opened, and a beast's leg as thick as a grinding disc and five or six zhang long stretched out from it.

This beast's legs are covered with emerald green scales, its palms are like tigers, and its claws are like eagles, and together they are clearly the claws of a dragon!

The dragon's claws, as sharp as steel knives, poked into the air and grabbed fiercely at the wooden carving Lao Suo who stepped on the sword and floated in the air.

Seeing this, Deng Fuqing couldn't help but sigh lightly: "This boat ghost you raised is very chic!"

As he spoke, he stretched out a foot and stepped lightly on the tip of the wooden sword, and his short, thin body took advantage of the strength to break away from the sword body and soar upwards lightly.

The wooden sword was trampled to the tip of the sword, and it turned into a pale yellow streamer, fiercely stabbing into the palm of the dragon's claw.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a faint sword light entered from the palm of the dragon's claw, penetrating the entire emerald green dragon leg and sinking into the deep cabin, and the sound of collision and cracking was endless.

The next moment, the deck at the stern of the ship exploded, and the wooden sword flew out from within, and after a slight pause, it soared into the sky, constantly circling around Deng Fuqing.

It was only then that a painful beast roar was heard from the cabin.

The dragon's claws, pierced by a sword, seemed to be boneless, and slammed into the lower deck, and the entire boat shook violently.

"Hmph, what a peachwood flying sword that makes ghosts and ward off evil spirits!"

Zhu Yihou's face remained unchanged, but he raised his foot and stepped on the deck.

In Qi Jingzhi's perception, an irresistible force rolled under his feet, spreading throughout the entire painting boat in an instant, and the constantly shaking hull of the boat was frozen.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Zhu Yihou wave the sleeves of his robe and release a blue-yellow cloud turned by red shrimp.

He pinched a sword finger in his right hand and stirred it on the clouds, and the blue and yellow colors that were originally entangled in one place immediately separated, turning into two distinct air currents, green on the top and yellow on the bottom.

Immediately, this Cao Jiang water god pointed at the green qi with his sword, and actually used his finger as the pen and the green qi as the ink, outlining a simple and ancient mysterious symbol in the air.

This green talisman is only a few strokes, and as soon as it takes shape, it rises in the wind, and swells into a square circle in the blink of an eye.

Qi Jingzhi condensed and recognized, at first, he only felt that this green talisman was very similar to the mountain pattern on the forehead of Lao Xiao's predecessor, but the charm between the strokes was very different, and it seemed to be full of violent restlessness, like a raging flame!

"You're writing a fire word, aren't you? Could it be that this is the near-lost Book of the Dragon?"

Deng Fuqing in mid-air not only did not stop Zhu Yihou from drawing talismans, but looked very interested: "Legend has it that Taihao Fuxi's clan established nine departments and set up six zuo, and the official positions are all named after dragons, and Zhu Xiang's is the head of the six zuos, called the Feilong clan, and was ordered to create six books, called the dragon book. See it today, it's really extraordinary!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi's heart sank, and then let this Deng Fuqing pick up Zhu Yihou's old bottom, which made Cao Jiangshui God angry, and he and Jiao Yulang were only afraid of a worrying end.

"Is Deng Sue's old eyes dizzy? This is clearly the fire charm of the summer god!"

Zhu Yihou raised his eyes and sneered, threw his sleeve on the green talisman, and snorted even more in his mouth; "Go!"

The green talisman that Deng Fuqing identified as the dragon book fire character immediately shot out, and almost in the next instant, it fell into the lower deck of the painting boat, and was imprinted on the back of the broken dragon claw. ….

The terrifying sword wound on the dragon's claw immediately healed quickly, and then it brantly plunged into the air again.

"Peng!"

The huge emerald green dragon claw seemed to turn into a wick, and the surging red flames burst out of the body and soared straight into the sky, reflecting half of the sky and the water of the Cao River in red.

"Feeding the boat ghost into a dragon seed with the essence of the mountain jiao, and then burning the yin with the dragon book fire talisman is a wonderful idea!"

Deng Fuqing's mouth was in admiration, but his body retreated sharply, far away from the dragon claw flames.

The wooden sword that circled around him came to a halt, and countless reddish-brown branches quickly grew from the erected sword.

The shoots are bare at first, and between breaths they are covered with green leaf buds, which then stretch into clusters

Clusters of jasper-like leaves, pink buds then emerge and gradually open at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, a peach blossom tree as high as seven or eight feet tall appeared in front of everyone's eyes, scorching its scorching brilliance and brilliant like smoke, and fighting against the dragon's claws burning with red flames.

"If you want to burn Deng's old wood, your patchwork wood fire is still a little hot!"

Deng Fuqing smiled, blew lightly on the flowers and trees in front of him, and then chanted aloud: "The spring cold is poured overnight, and the flower clothes are blown off!"

Before the words fell, the long wind on the river was already howling like a roar, and the chill was deep!

The peach blossoms of the tree flew away from the branches, turning into red snow in the sky, and fluttering towards the dragon's claw flames with the cold wind of spring.

At the same time, a beast roared in the cabin of the painting boat, and the dragon's claw was not to be outdone, and the flames spread wide and marched into the wind.

On one side is the red fire in the wood that is red through half the sky, and on the other side is the cold wind wrapped in peach blossom snow, and the two collide in one place without any flowers!

It was as if countless thunderbolts exploded between heaven and earth, the water of the Cao River was violently surging and turbid, and countless fish and shrimp corpses surfaced.

Qi Jingzhi stood on top of the painting boat, only to feel the thunder deafening, the light and flames dazzling, for a while as if he was blind and deaf, and was even scorched by the flames not far in front of him.

Suddenly, a subtle but pervasive chill hit the face, instantly penetrating through the bones.

The spring is cold, and the young are frozen!

Qi Jingzhi shivered when he boarded, and the residual medicinal power of the emperor's ointment wine and mountain Jiao meat in his body exploded violently, and the strength of his body was also out of control at the same time, no matter how the angry crane in his heart suppressed and guided, it was still turbulent and drumming, and there were endless conflicts!

Under the internal and external difficulties, he only felt that his whole body was sore and soft, and his internal organs were like knives, followed by a sweet throat, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot.

On the side, although Jiao Yulang's hair was burned yellow, his spirit was still vigorous, and when he suddenly saw Qi Jingzhi vomiting blood and softening, he hurriedly held him up, and asked anxiously and loudly, "Brother, what's wrong?"

This question reached Qi Jingzhi's ears, and it turned into a chaotic and strange sound.

He turned his head to look, and the little baby's face fell into his eyes, mottled and grotesque, hideous and twisted like a demon.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, his teeth bumped together, and he couldn't even squeeze half a word out of his throat.

Qi Jingzhi didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't know why Jiao Yulang, who was in a lower realm, was fine, but he also vaguely knew that he was facing the biggest catastrophe in his life at this moment. ….

Once you can't get over, life and death are only in an instant!

At the moment of life and death, Qi Jingzhi tried his best to divide all kinds of painful and distracting thoughts, and barely kept a trace of his mind. This is a technique he has learned after putting on a spiritual mask many times and trying to use it for two purposes.

"What's wrong with me?"

The encounters of the past few days flashed through Qi Jingzhi's heart, and the description of the five-colored cloud qi in the "Secret Method of Riding the Clouds" suddenly jumped out of his heart.

"Open the spiritual sense and sympathize with heaven and earth, and absorb what you see in your eyes into the five qi, what you hear in your ears into the five sounds, and what you taste in your mouth into the five flavors!"

"Could it be that I have fallen into the present dangerous situation because after my heart and soul have been opened, what I have seen in my eyes, heard in my ears, and tasted in my mouth is far greater than before?"

"On weekdays, I can't feel it, when I encounter a master's fighting method, the aura of heaven and earth is violent, and my five senses can't accommodate it, just like ...... Got enough of it?"

At this time, the confrontation in the heavens became more and more intense.

All kinds of spiritual energy are mixed and entangled, fighting with each other, not only the fire of the green charm and the wind of spring cold are incompatible, but even the wood of the mountain and the wood of the peach blossom are not willing to blend slightly.

In the roar of the wind, countless pink petals are like dense snowflakes, constantly slamming on the flames in the sky.

From time to time, a cloud of peach blossom snow slammed into the flames, but it was grabbed by the huge ship ghost dragon claw, and it was immediately shattered in the deafening roar.

A few remnants of petals shot out from between the claws, grazing across the emerald dragon scales, making a piercing sound of gold and iron scraping, and even though they were burned into nothingness by the raging flames.

For a moment, the ship's ghost dragon claw was powerless to break through the wind and snow barrier, touching the bare peach tree, and the peach blossom red snow could not pass the green fu red flame, and none of them could fall on the painting boat.

The defeated auras on both sides dispersed in all directions, as if a lame painter who didn't know how to leave blank space was splashing paint indiscriminately in the air, staining the world beyond the red flames of dragon claws and peach blossoms and red snow into colorful and bizarre lights.

Deng Fuqing stood on the branch of the peach tree, his empty sleeves dancing in the wind, and his tone was not shocked: "Lord Cao Jiang, can you listen to the old man calmly now?"

"If you don't speculate, why bother?"

Zhu Yihou snorted coldly, and a red cloud suddenly rose under his feet, and the whole person rose into the air.

At the same time, the Cao Jiang water god, who had a hairy beard, raised his right arm, and three blue-yellow clouds flew out of his sleeve.

He stretched out his hand to sketch, and suddenly a crane chirped straight into the sky on the painting boat below, majestic and agitated, cracking stones through the clouds!

Zhu Yihou looked back in amazement, and saw that the young man named Qi Jingzhi had his eyes closed, his head held high to the sky, his mouth open and his breath was like a roar, and the breath around his body was like a blue sea tide, constantly climbing upward.

In the next moment, the countless scattered spiritual qi that permeated the heavens, the earth and the rivers seemed to be attracted in some way, turning into a series of colorful spiritual streams, rushing towards the young man like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, converging into a colorful huge vortex above his head.

Its momentum is so great that it is not inferior to the power of the two fighting methods.

Jiao Yulang was even more caught off guard, and was overturned by the surging stream of spiritual energy, and rolled involuntarily to three zhang away, rolling with those Luqi people. ….

The sound of the crane gradually stopped, Qi Jingzhi Huo Ran opened his eyes, raised his left hand, opened his five fingers, and probed into the spiritual energy vortex above his head.

The next moment, a brilliant multicolored cloth was torn off by him.

The long cloth rolled down, wrapping Qi Jingzhi layer by layer, reflecting the colorful clothes on his body and his bright eyes.

"Huh? The feather coat is often smoky, and it does not provoke the peach and plum flowers in the world!"

Deng Fuqing's face showed a look of surprise: "Pulling the aura to make clothes as a buffer, this method of crossing the tribulation is also peculiar. Although the symptoms are not cured, the small life is temporarily saved."

After wearing a colorful long cloth, Qi Jingyi's eyes finally returned to clarity, and most of the noise in his ears disappeared, and he listened to a few words of the wood carving old man in his ears.

He followed the sound to look at the wood carving old man, and asked solemnly, "Dare to ask the seniors, what kind of calamity did the younger generations get through?"

"You don't know?"

Deng Fuqing immediately frowned, and his tone was even more unkind: "If you don't know, where did your method of crossing the tribulation come from?" Could it be that he is entertaining the old man?"

Qi Jingzhi shook his head slowly, and his tone was a little weak: "The junior is from a wild road, and he has just achieved his backbone, but I don't know why I suddenly have such a calamity, and I ask the seniors to give me advice!"

"Huh? I saw that your method of crossing the tribulation was quite ingenious, and I also said that it was a child of the Xuanhe Sect, and I didn't expect it to be a wild fox Zen!"

The old woodcarver frowned, and suddenly smiled: "You young man has a thick skin! The old man knows what he knows, so why should he tell you?"

He took his eyes off Qi Jingzhi and looked at the silent Zhu Yihou again, "Has the Lord of Cao Jiang thought about it?" Although the old man was uninvited, he was by no means a villain. Your background in this Jiang Qi country is not welcomed, and you don't want outsiders to know, but you don't need to hide it in front of the old man."

"Just after a temptation from you and me, we should know that no one can help anyone! In this situation, since you can't afford to kill the old man and the next two juniors, why don't you invite me to sit on your ghost ship and talk openly and honestly with each other?"

When the words fell, the rushing spring cold wind suddenly rolled back, and thousands of pink petals returned to the branches, but they took the initiative to give way, no longer competing with the dragon claw red flame.

Seeing this, Zhu Yihou snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves suddenly, and took back the three balls of red shrimp essence.

The red flames in the sky were suddenly extinguished, and the emerald green dragon claws slowly retreated into the cabin, and the open hatch slammed shut, and the roar of the beast inside subsided, quietly

There was no movement.

Zhu Yihou bowed his hand slightly to the other party, and his face was a little ugly: "Please get on the boat!"

After that, this Cao Jiang water god descended the cloud head first and landed in front of Qi Jingzhi.

He glanced at the young man deeply, and without saying a word, he strode back to the Jiang Xin Pavilion.

A strong wind blew in the air, and Deng Fuqing fluttered down from the wooden sword that had changed back to its original state, and also stood still in front of Qi Jingzhi, the wooden sword hanging by his side.

The woodcarving old man glanced up at the multicolored vortex above, and said with a smile: "With your subtle realm, even if you are clever, it is absolutely impossible to attract such a large amount of mixed aura. Unless...... You've just succeeded in enlightening your soul, and you've opened your eyes to the heavens and the earth for the first time!"

As he spoke, the smile on Deng Fuqing's face turned into a narrow: "How about it, this magnificent world is beautiful, right?" Carrying so much mixed aura, are you tired?"

was baked by the red flame before, and Qi Jing didn't sweat a drop, but at this moment, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He grinned, his smile was very bright, and instead of answering, he asked, "Is the first layer of the second realm the Enlightenment?"

"Yo, you junior has a big heart!"

Deng Fuqing couldn't help but show surprise, and immediately nodded: "It doesn't hurt to tell you, the second realm of heaven and man sympathy, it is divided into three layers, in order, Qiling, Fan Xia and Xinxiang, the monks of Qi Kingdom may have other names, but they are just changing the soup and not the medicine."

"After the original heart bone is first formed, it still needs to be polished for a long time, and only after it is truly stabilized can we start to enlighten the spirit. This layer is similar to nourishing the heart and bones, and it is a water mill that should be slow and not urgent, and it is a matter of course."

Speaking of this, the short and thin woodcarving old man was actually quite gloating: "It's also your kid's bad luck, just after cultivating the heart bones, he faced the fighting methods of the two Third Realm Dacheng monks, the inner bag was already empty, but the spiritual pressure outside the body was too strong, and the spiritual sense was forcibly opened."

"Tsk! is so violent and radical, saying that it is light to say that the seedlings are fueled, it is tantamount to being chiseled open by someone! Because of this, your heart bones are prematurely exposed in front of heaven and earth, just like a fetus born prematurely, sick and weak, and then you will be killed by the gods as soon as you open your eyes! Also because of the fighting methods of the two of us, your calamity is far more dangerous than ordinary people!"

Hearing this, Qi Jing's heart moved: "Eyebrows and souls?".

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