Rumble.

Huge dragon corpses fall from the sky to dust.

A small peachwood sword split the thousand-foot-long dragon's body in half from head to tail, surging blood pooled into rivers, and huge corpses turned into mountains again.

Wu Yazi withdrew the small peachwood sword that flew back into the sea of qi, and he stood with his feet on the auspicious clouds and his hands, as if he was a master of the world.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Zen Master Bodhi put away the three golden bodies behind him, he sat on the lotus platform and fell to the ground, folded his hands and began to chant the mantra of rebirth, surpassing the soul.

"Kill all the killing, what's the use of chanting scriptures?"

Yan Chixia returned the sword to the sheath, he pursed his lips, untied the wine gourd from his waist, and raised his head to take a big sip, but his hanging left hand secretly pinched a few tricks in his sleeve robe.

……

Under the deep and dark water, Xia Zhicicada slowly opened his eyes.

His seven orifices still had dried beads of blood.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

He coughed a few times, and spat out a little red blood foam from his mouth.

"It looks like you're not him."

There was regret in the old voice that could not be concealed.

"You...... Are you the dragon you were in the first place? ”

Xia Zhicicada stroked his chest and coughed a few times, he just saw the posture of the three immortals of Great Qi from the perspective of the dragon, not to mention anything else, that is, when the cinnabar yellow talisman in his hand was in Yan Chixia's hand, it was really a burst of heavenly thunder, making it like the lower realm of the thunder god in the sky.

Look at yourself again, like an ignorant child holding a peerless sword as a burning stick.

"Yes."

The old voice agreed.

Suddenly, a little light rose from the depths below to nowhere, and little by little it approached the bubble where Xia Zhicicada was.

When the light was closer, it was clear that it was a golden droplet.

The water droplet easily passed through the blisters around Xia Zhicicada, and then floated to his chest, silently melting into his body like a spring breeze.

The golden silk lines revealed from the skin on Xia Zhiciao's chest, and then spread out to the limbs like flowing water.

Not only on the surface, but also under his skin, there are gold threads shuttling between the flesh and blood, and even the bones are dyed with a faint golden light.

The golden light transformed every inch of his skin, flesh and even bones.

"Uh......"

The original sharp pain in Xia Zhicicada's body receded like a tide, and an inexplicable force filled the bones and muscles.

"Haha, little ghost, I don't bully you. Since I have tempted your soul, let me compensate you with a drop of essence blood. ”

The old voice came.

"If I hadn't been saved by Yan Chixia, I would have died tragically under someone else's sword...... It's a pity that he has now ascended to the immortal realm, and I have no one to talk to in this world. ”

Xia Zhician clenched his fists, trying to control the power that spread everywhere in his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control the strange energy.

"I've waited three hundred years, and I don't want to wait any longer......"

The voice didn't matter whether Xia Zhician heard it or not, so he continued to take care of himself:

"For the past three hundred years, I have hid in this dark earth and have not seen the light of day...... It is better to live than to die......"

That power finally surged into Xia Zhiciao's eyes, and a little golden halo slowly appeared on the edge of his black pupils.

Everything around him began to slowly become clearer, and even in this dark and dim environment, Xia Zhicicada could clearly see anything.

He lowered his head and saw the dragon entrenched below.

Or rather...... Dragon corpse.

It was exactly the same as what he had seen from the dragon's memory, the huge earth dragon had been split in half from its forehead, and the only difference was ......

Only half of them appeared in front of Xia Zhicicada.

"My body and my spirit were split apart by that man's sword, and Nedan was able to survive by hiding in this half of his body. That half of the corpse had long since turned into a mountain range among thousands of mountains. ”

The dragon corpse raised his head, and he looked at Xia Zhicicada on it with only half of his remaining face, which was as small as a grain of rice, and there were countless red flesh buds wriggling at the wound that had been cut open, looking extremely terrifying.

Xia Zhician knew that the person in the mouth of the dragon corpse was referring to the little Taoist priest who controlled the peachwood sword in his memory, that is, the boundless ancestor of the Daomen.

"So you came to me for ......"

"For the sake of ...... Kill me. ”

The dragon corpse lowered his head again, and he continued in a low voice:

"I wanted to live back then, but Yan Chixia let me survive......"

There was a tremor from the bottom of the water, blood-colored lines flowed around the dragon's corpse, and the flesh buds at his wound kept wriggling to form the other half of his body, but the half of his body had no scales, and the wriggling red flesh was like a river shrimp that had been skinned.

"But that's all I can do! I can't take off, I can't leave this underground, I can't hide in this mud like a loach! ”

"I'm ...... Dragon! ”

The water rippled, and a huge roar came from below, and the dragon corpse struggled to hold itself up, but the red dragon claw made of flesh buds on the other side only looked similar, but it could only hang next to the body like a chicken claw, and it had no effect at all.

The way he looks now is sad and ridiculous.

"The sword qi left by that person on my body has not dissipated for three hundred years, and this terrible thing has tormented me all the time......"

The dragon's corpse fell to the ground, and the other side of its body, made of red flesh, cracked, and pieces of flesh peeled off his body and fell into the dirt beneath him.

Roar!

He let out a wail, and the voice was desolate and mournful.

"Now I don't want to go on like this, so I found you and asked you to help me ......"

"But I ...... now"

Xia Zhician shrugged his shoulders, with his current strength, he was afraid that even if he used the cinnabar yellow talisman to bombard the dragon corpse for a year, he might not be able to bombard a few scales.

"Of course not now, now you are not even an entry-level spirit officer, and trying to kill me is tantamount to a fool's dream."

The turquoise eyes of only one of the dragon corpses turned to stare at Xia Zhicicada, but he did not hide his disdain at all, and now Xia Zhicicada was an ant in front of him.

"I'm talking about the future, when you reach the level of Yan Chixia one day in the future, come back to me......"

"It may take a long time, and I may not be able to reach the level of the Patriarch at the beginning......

Xia Zhician thought about the two life and death calamities in his life, and he didn't know if he had the life to survive, and now he actually had to agree to something that he didn't know how long it would take to achieve.

"Are you worried about your own death?"

When the dragon corpse probed Xia Zhiciao's soul just now, it was not for nothing, and he naturally understood what Xia Zhicicada was thinking about.

"Don't worry, although you are seven deaths, it doesn't mean that you can't survive the death tribulation, I have seen a person with seven deaths, he not only survived the seven death tribulations, but also flew to the immortal realm......

"Ascension to the Immortal Realm?"

Xia Zhicicada repeatedly read the last four words of the dragon corpse in his mouth.

A guess came to him.

"Isn't it ......"

"Yes, Yan Chixia back then, he was also a seven-dead death!"

……

Nanji put the dried clothes back on, he tightened his belt, took the backprint knife in his hand, and turned his head to look at the still gloomy sky outside.

The cold wind mixed with the raindrops beat on the window, making a crackling sound.

Grunt......

The stomach is still barking again.

He frowned, hungry and walked to the door with his knife in his hand.

"Hahahaha......"

Outside the door came the laughter of a woman like a silver bell.

Well?

Nan Er held a knife in one hand, and gently staggered the door with the other.

The light from outside the house came in.

It was still night inside the house, but outside it was daytime.

The old tree in the center of the yard, which had been dry, actually pulled out new shoots, and the slender branches stretched out, and gradually the branches were embellished with emerald green.

Those petite green branches swayed in the wind, opening up little by little.

Small buds adorned the green leaves of the branches, and in a short time they had filled the branches, and those buds crowded and pressed down the branches.

As soon as the spring breeze in March passed, those buds began to smile.

Wow.

A large area of pink and white petals occupies the entire tree's branches, swaying gently in the wind.

It's a peach tree.

It's a pity that it has just bloomed, and if it has already borne fruit, won't you be able to satisfy your hunger?

Nan Er thought about it and suddenly realized that what he saw was probably just an illusion, after all, whose peach tree could go from budding to flowering in less than a pillar of incense, this must be witchcraft.

He didn't move, just kept looking.

A little maid with two pigtails jumped out of the moon gate, and she smiled and circled around the flowering peach tree several times, and then shouted at the house where Nan Er was:

"Miss, come out quickly, this peach tree is blooming today!"

Squeak.

Nan Er was scared into a cold sweat, he obviously grabbed the door frame, but he clearly heard the sound of the door being opened.

Then, in a trance, I saw a playful figure wearing a hosta and a pink skirt bouncing down the steps in front of me.

"It's so good that it's finally blooming."

This woman in the pink skirt is the woman who broke in when Nan Er was roasting in the house.

She jumped under the peach tree, put the tip of her nose under the peach blossom and sniffed it lightly, just then a gust of wind blew.

A few peach blossoms fell, and they landed on her sideburns.

The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

Nan Er was so fascinated that he suddenly forgot that the woman he saw should be a goblin.

"Wow, Miss, you seem to be a peach blossom fairy......"

The playful maid on the side also learned from the appearance of her own young lady, pinched off two peach blossoms from the branch and wore them on the sideburns, but her chubby round face looked more round under the reflection of the peach blossoms.

"Don't talk nonsense, you girl."

"Where am I talking nonsense, Miss, you are more beautiful than the peach blossom fairy in the painting......"

The little maid covered her mouth and smiled.

"Little Peach!"

The woman's cheeks blushed, and now it was really the same as the peach blossoms on the tree, white and pink, bright and lovely.

A master and a servant were joking under the peach blossom tree, when suddenly they heard extremely noisy sounds, the shouts of someone, the screams of miserable people, and the sonorous sound of gold and iron colliding.

"The bandits are coming!"

When it was clear what the shout was, the tall, black-scarf-clad and masked knife-wielding bandits slammed open the moon door.

"Haha, there are two handsome little ladies here......"

A big man in the lead carried a knife, looking at the two flower-like beauties in front of him, and his eyes were about to fly out.

The brothers beside him were swallowing their saliva, and the knives were about to be unstable.

One master and one servant retreated under the peach tree, but they could no longer hide, they could only tremble in horror.

"Hahaha! I'll try it first......"

The bandit man led by the big man came over and was about to grab the young lady's arm, but the maid tried his best to stop it, but was dragged to the other side by the other bandits.

Ahh

The sound was like a knife scraping the skin of the woman in the pink skirt, and she watched the maid who had just been talking and laughing with her let out a wail that life was worse than death.

Her pink lips trembled slightly, and her trembling hand broke off a small, sharp branch from the peach tree, and aimed the sharp end at her neck.

"Oh, this little lady is quite fierce, I like to ride a fierce horse, hahaha......"

The woman bit her lower lip, two tear streaks hung from the corners of her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and was about to stab down hard.

Wow!

A ray of moonlight leaped out of the house and circled the courtyard several times.

Nan Er retracted the knife and returned it to the sheath.

Knock knock, the bandit's head fell to the ground.