Rumble!

Canglong fell extremely fast, in a blink of an eye, it cut through the sky, fell between the Red Flame Peak and the Liuyun Peak, and easily penetrated the forbidden air prohibition, the huge dragon body was smashed on the mountain peak, the pavilion was broken, the archway collapsed, and endless smoke and dust were raised!

Fang Nan only felt that the mountain under his feet shook for a while, and he almost fell to the ground under the unstable shape, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After a little groaning, he put away the storage bag, stepped out of the courtyard in a few steps, and came all the way to the open place by the bamboo forest.

On a mountain rock next to the bamboo forest, Fang Nan's gaze passed through the mountains and forests and fell on the mountainside.

Most of the body of the dragon is on the Red Flame Peak, the small half hangs between the valleys, and the huge dragon head is just smashed on the huge platform in front of the Cangsong Pavilion, and the roots of the dragon whiskers are like a sea of spears and halberds, glowing with the cold light of the forest. The surrounding stones are scattered all over the ground, and on top of the dragon's body, many figures can be faintly seen.

"Canglong, it's the Canglong of the Cloud Illusion Master!"

"Didn't you go to the beach three days ago, what's going on?"

"What about the Cloud Illusion Master, why didn't you see him come back?"

......

There were many disciples everywhere in the mountains, and when they saw the scene in front of them, there was an uproar, and the sound of discussion rang out.

And such a big movement naturally alarmed many high-level monks who had been in retreat for many years, and in just an instant, the seven towering giant peaks all rose from the ground and shot towards the front of the Cangsong Pavilion.

With the speed of a high-ranking monk, this distance was naturally nothing, and before Fang Nan could react, there were already six or seven more figures of different shapes in front of the broken platform.

Among them, there are charming young women, there are big men, and there are old men who look clear and handsome, no matter what their appearance is, these people's bodies are surrounded by an extremely strong aura, and they are all monks without exception.

"Hiss......"

Several people around him gasped at the same time, Jiang Guyue was even more shocked, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "There are so many ancestors at the same time, it seems that something really happened this time." ”

At the same time, the figures on the dragon's body swept around, and there were more than ten disciples dressed in Luan Mu Sect costumes, driving all kinds of magic weapons, descending from the body several zhang high to the stone platform.

Fang Nan was too far away to hear the voice over there clearly, but seeing this situation, he also had a slight guess in his heart, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

On the stone platform, after listening to it for a while, several monks of Jiedan changed their faces, and after one of them said something to a few people around her, she turned into a white light and walked towards the top of the Red Flame Peak.

And the dozen or so disciples who were brought back to the sect by Canglong were led by another young monk, Jiedan Monk, and hurriedly walked towards Cangsong Pavilion not far away.

After the space around Canglong came out, the figure of the old man with the most powerful aura among the monks of the Jiedan was blurred, and he appeared out of thin air above the height of a hundred zhang, and after looking at the Canglong who was crawling on the entire mountain peak with a solemn face, he waved his sleeves!

Snort!

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and a palm-sized cyan scroll suddenly flew out of the sleeve of the old man, and then swelled in the wind, spreading out, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge picture scroll more than a hundred zhang long!

The surface of the scroll was blank, the old man's eyes narrowed, his right hand pinched, and the sound of obscure incantations came from his constantly moving lips.

"Poof"!

Biting the tip of his tongue, a stream of essence blood suddenly spurted out of the old man's mouth, splashed on the picture scroll, and immediately spread rapidly, spreading in all directions!

Buzzing!

A huge wave of mana suddenly rippled from the surface of the scroll to the surroundings, stacking countless layers of pale cyan ripples in the void, slowly enveloping Canglong's whole body.

The cyan ripples touched the dragon's body, and the dragon, who had been motionless, seemed to notice the movement outside, suddenly opened his eyes, burst out with a terrifying cold light, roared, and looked up angrily.

However, when it saw the face of the old man in mid-air, it seemed to be relieved, shook its beard, closed its eyes tiredly, and slowly crawled down again.

Only then did the old man breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on the scroll, his index finger and middle finger were together, and his two fingers leaned forward a little farther away.

The pale cyan ripples that spread for hundreds of feet stagnated for a moment, and then burst out into a dazzling green light, and infinite suction suddenly appeared in the middle.

An amazing scene happened!

Under the shroud of clear light, the body of the dragon quickly blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually disappeared, and immediately turned into a phantom and disappeared into the painting.

The eyes of many disciples in the mountains immediately moved to the surface of the scroll, and even when they saw that on the originally empty white scroll, there was an additional portrait of a hideous and ferocious dragon, lifelike, as if it was about to jump out of it in the next moment.

When he ascended the entire Red Flame Peak, there were pieces of exclamation.

Seeing that he had successfully cast the spell, the old man nodded with satisfaction, and with a slight pinch, the scroll was summoned, and the clear light was exhausted, and it turned into the size of a palm again, and then it shot back, and disappeared into the old man's sleeve.

After signaling to the several monks below, the old man also rode away and swept towards the top of the mountain.

Canglong's huge body disappeared, and the mountains were quiet for a while, Fang Nan's gaze swept over the several pavilions destroyed by the dragon's body, and then looked back and forth at the shattered mountain roads and mountain gates, his eyes moved slightly, and there was a faint flash of different colors.

"Senior Brother Fang, this ...... What's going on?" Jiang Gu Yueman's shocked voice came from behind.

"How do I know, let's wait, such a big move can't be hidden from everyone, and the sect is estimated to give an explanation soon. Because of the previous incident, Fang Nan's perception of him was much worse, and he was too lazy to say anything when he heard the words, and replied casually.

......

The Yuqing Sect is worthy of being a long-standing immortal cultivation sect, and after all the Jiedan monks dispersed, there were dozens of Qi Refining Cultivators who came from the Yunji Pavilion, and under the guidance of several foundation building stewards, they began to clean up the broken bricks and tiles left by the impact of the dragon.

Monks were constantly being rescued from the crushed pavilions, and monks were constantly transporting useful things from the ruins, everything was going on in an orderly manner, and with just a stick of incense, the originally messy mountainside had become much more tidy. (To be continued.) )