In the sky, an ink-colored dragon with a length of more than ten zhang danced, sometimes rushing upward, sometimes falling sharply, and roaring again and again, and the sound shook the four fields.

On the dragon's head, there was a young man, holding the dragon's horn with his left hand, and holding a white long sword in his right hand, constantly slashing at the dragon's head.

But no matter how the young man slashed, every time the sword approached the dragon's body, a burst of inky light would light up on the dragon's body, blocking the sword from the outside, preventing the sword from hurting it in the slightest.

Then, the roar from the dragon was even more sonic boom, shaking the young man riding on its head to the point that his stomach was churning, and even at this moment, a trace of blood was already hanging on the corner of his mouth.

The young man riding on the dragon is naturally Huan Yin, he has been fighting with the dragon for a while, but he can't hurt the dragon at all. However, Huan grabbed the dragon's horns to the death, so that Jiaolong couldn't get rid of him for a while.

Suddenly, the dragon in the air seemed to know that he couldn't get rid of Huan Yin, so he turned the dragon head and plunged towards the sea.

Jiaolong's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, Huan Yin entered the sea from the air. Fortunately, Huan Yin reacted quickly and controlled the power of cultivation around his body, forming a space that the sea could not invade in time, so that he would not suffocate.

After entering the water, the inky light on Jiaolong's body lit up again, and this time, Huan Yin felt a huge repulsive force coming from this inky light, trying to force him away from the dragon's body.

Huan was reluctant to let go of the dragon because he finally caught it, so he cultivated to a radical position, forcibly stabilized his body to fight against the inky light, and even directly took out the snow and condensed a thick layer of ice on his feet, connecting him and the dragon body tightly.

Jiaolong obviously didn't expect Huan Yin to be so resolute, his body turned, and he rushed into the sky again, and the sound in his mouth was repeated. I want to hurt Huan Yin. Jiaolong really couldn't stand Huan Yin riding on its head like this, because somehow, the inexplicable fear in its heart became stronger and stronger as Huan Yin rode on its head for a long time.

"Evil Jiao, I want five drops of your natal essence blood and everyone's storage bag just now, and then you send me to another place. And I let you go. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Huan Yin yelled, he knew that this dragon could understand what he meant.

The natal essence blood is the essence of the blood of spirit animals and monks, and it is also part of the foundation of cultivation. The reason why Huan Yin wanted this Jiaolong's natal essence blood was because he vaguely felt that the dragon's essence blood seemed to be more beneficial to him than Nedan. After all, Huan Yin's body is related to dragons, and it is also blood.

Moreover, if he leaves Jiaolong's life, he can also let Jiaolong send him to the sect. After all, Jiaolong is flying in the sky, and his speed will be much faster than him.

Jiaolong obviously felt that Huan Yin was bluffing, so its body kept flipping, and it roared wildly, without the slightest intention of surrendering.

Huan Yin's face flashed ruthlessly, and he was angry: "Beast, since you force me, I'll give you some color!" Huan Yinyang's sword was raised, but it did not fall towards Jiaolong's body. Instead, he slashed into the palm of his hand.

Then, blood gushed out of Huan Yin's palm. He didn't say a word, and slapped his palm directly on the dragon's head.

This time, the inky light on the top of Rao is Jiao's dragon head was sheng, but he was still slapped on the top of his head by Huan Yin's palm, and even more so at the moment when Huan Yin's palm touched its dragon head. The part of the dragon head that was photographed by Huan Yin quickly turned fleshy away.

"Roar!" the dragon roared, only this time its voice sounded a little wailing.

It is true that it is difficult for Huan Yin to hurt this evil Jiao with a higher cultivation level than it with ordinary means, but what flows in his body is the blood of the true dragon, where can this dragon withstand the erosion of the dragon's blood?

"Five drops of essence blood. Give it or not!" Huan Yin grabbed the dragon horn and shouted loudly.

The head of the Jiaolong was injured, but he was still indomitable, frantically resisting, and had no intention of donating his blood.

Huan was furious, and once again drove the Yang Sword to slash towards his palm. This time, the Yang Sword was almost cut into his metacarpal bones, and blood dripped directly from his palm.

As soon as the blood in Huan Yin's body fell on the dragon's head, a trace of ink-colored gas suddenly emerged there, and a deep pit soon appeared.

Huan Yin endured the severe pain, and slapped the dragon head with his palm again, and every time he slapped it now, a large amount of ink-colored gas came out of the top of the dragon's head, and when Huan Yin's palm left, there would be a blood-colored deep palm print, which was very similar to the magic effect of the old man before.

This time, Jiaolong finally realized that every drop of blood flowing out of Huan Yin's hand had a complete restraint effect on himself. That kind of effect, it's like it's encountering its own natural enemy, the Divine Dragon. Although this dragon didn't know why the blood in Huan Yin's body had the same power as the divine dragon, how could it dare to continue to deal with Huan Yin. If it continues like this, the blood flowing from Huan Yin's hands will have to devour it alive.

"Whew!" the dragon wailed, and then gulped, and five drops of blood flew out of its mouth. These five drops of blood were different from ordinary blood, they were actually ink-colored, and there were bursts of spiritual power fluctuations coming out of each drop.

Huan Yin looked at the five drops of blood in the air that made him want to swallow immediately, and knew that this was Jiaolong's natal essence blood, so he didn't hesitate, stretched out his hand, and put Jiaolong's essence blood into the Qiankun bag. Then he clicked a few times in his palm, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

"Where's the storage bag!" Huan Yin snapped after collecting the blood.

Jiaolong was helpless, opened his mouth again, and in an instant, several storage bags floated out, and were grabbed by Huan Yin. Among these storage bags, Guang Huan knew a lot of Neidan, as well as the young man's strange black beads and fans. As for the rest, Huan Yin was going to check it out after he arrived at the sect, and he believed that the storage bags of the old and young men who had been cheating and killing monks all day long would give him an unexpected harvest.

"Send me somewhere that won't be far for you. After delivery, I will set you free!" Huan Yin said to the dragon, and gently patted its dragon head a few times.

This time, Jiaolong subconsciously became a little flustered, but when it didn't feel pain on the top of its head, it screamed softly, obviously agreeing to Huan Yin's conditions.

Huan Yin stepped on the dragon's body, held a lone butterfly, followed the marks on the map, and went all the way north from the sea, and walked forward quickly.

From a distance, a heroic young man stood on an ink-colored dragon, flying in the air, so not overbearing!

Three hours later, on a coast in the northeast of Yanzhou, an old man in the middle of the fifth layer of condensation was hurrying along the seashore with his young apprentice.

"Master, did you say there is a dragon in this sea?" the young apprentice looked at the calm sea, and suddenly asked the old man.

The old man glanced at his apprentice, and was not angry: "Naturally, there is, didn't I tell you, master?"

"Master, have you ever fought a dragon?" the boy asked again.

The old man only became a monk in middle age by chance, and he has never encountered any major opportunities in his cultivation so far, so he only has a fifth-level cultivation of condensing qi now, how can he have fought with the dragon. So he glared at his apprentice and said, "The dragon is a different species in the sea, how can human beings fight? Don't think about those messy things for a day, cultivating with the old man is the right way, don't you know?"

"Master, dragon!" the young man suddenly shouted to the sky as his eyes suddenly became extremely bright.

The old man was helpless, he didn't pay attention to his apprentice at all, and reprimanded him directly: "What a dragon, hurry up, if we can't get to the city today, we will sleep in the wilderness!"

"Master, there really is a dragon, and there are still people on the dragon!" the young man continued to shout excitedly despite his master's reprimand.

"You kid, what are you dreaming about in the daytime, didn't the old man say, dragons can't be ...... by manpower" The old man stopped halfway through his words. Because he saw on the sea, at some point, there was a long inky dragon flying up. Moreover, there was a young man standing above the dragon's head, looking extremely extraordinary.

"What a great senior, I want to be like him!" the boy pointed to the sky and cheered.

After a little half a moment, Huan Yin walked down from Jiaolong, and bowed to Jiaolong with a smile: "Brother Long, thank you!"

At the moment when the dragon's head was light, where did Huan Yin say anything to it, he turned the dragon's head and ran away as if he was running into the sea.

Huan Yin looked at the figure of the dragon that was gradually moving away, smiled slightly, and then he took out the lone butterfly again, reached into the divine mind and observed.

Now, the position where Huan Yin is standing is not far from his sect, and according to his estimates, he still needs to walk on the grassland for a day, carefully avoiding a few poisonous strongholds, and he can reach the sect.

Huan Yin also found in the Lonely Butterfly that several new strongholds of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had been added not far from the sect today. These strongholds were lined up like a barrier, completely blocking the southern side of the sect. Not only that, but each of these strongholds was numerous, and there were even monks in the late refining stage and above, so it seemed that they could attack the sect at any time.

"The Ten Thousand Poison Sect is in such a hurry, it seems that it guessed that the sect would send someone to pick the Lingyun flower. Now the situation of the sect is probably more tense than I imagined, and I don't know how many of the fifty fellow sect members who came together have successfully reached the sect. I have to rush to the sect as soon as possible and take the Lingyun Flower away, only then can everyone evacuate this place in time. Huan Yin knew that he was now the most critical person, so he stepped up his pace and rushed towards the sect. (To be continued.) )