Mr. Guanqi, who had become much younger than before, was walking on the road to the library of Hanmo Academy. He suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

There are no stars in the sky tonight.

But it is faintly visible, and the light is bright in the distance.

Mr. Guanqi turned his head and thought for a moment, with a smile on his face, and then slowly shook his head.

In Taixuan Palace, Emperor Chongtian was as diligent as ever. He did not rest even late at night, sitting in front of the table with the dragon corpse embedded in it, reviewing the memorials.

Suddenly, the dragon corpse trembled suddenly, and a drop of blood seeped out from the forehead of the real dragon.

The blood was bright and strange. Emperor Chongtian put down the brush in his hand, frowned slightly, and looked at the dragon corpse.

"You are no longer of the dragon bloodline. You are just like the Canglong slave, my sharp blade. That heavenly dragon has nothing to do with you."

Emperor Chongtian spoke.

The extremely bright blood seeped into the forehead of the dragon corpse again.

Emperor Chongtian's expression did not change as he looked at the sky in the distance, but the things hidden in his eyes were more complicated.

He suddenly remembered that Jian Jia Shang Min once told him that if the young man named Lu Jing became a sharp sword for killing immortals, it would inevitably become as heavy as a mountain.

Emperor Chongtian originally thought that since he was born in this human world, even if the sword used to kill immortals in the human world was as heavy as the Heavenly Palace, he would still be able to control it.

Because he is the Holy King of Dafu and the most noble person in this vast world. Perhaps as the years go by, he will become the only overlooker in heaven and earth.

With such self-confidence, why can't he control a mere sword that kills immortals?

But when his eyes looked at the sky in the distance, flashes of thunder were reflected, and a sword light was reflected rising into the sky, stirring up the clouds and mist in the sky.

Emperor Chongtian turned his head slightly.

"If you think about it carefully, Lu Jing's achievements when he was young actually exceeded that of Shang Min when he was young."

Emperor Chongtian seemed to be talking to himself.

He brushed his long sleeves, and the void in front of him was filled with chaos.

In the pervasive chaos, stars twinkled.

Gouchen Yuanxing, Kunpeng Yuanxing, and even the human Yuanxing that most people barely understand all appear in it.

Even if Emperor Chongtian is looking for Yuan Xing, he will never look up to it.

He looked down at the chaos, stretched out another finger, and tapped it twice in succession.

In the chaotic darkness, two mysterious rays of light fell and landed in it one after another.

Point out the two stars of Jitu Rahu.

When these two stars appeared, Emperor Chongtian suddenly made a move and his eyes fell on a mysterious star.

"That's right, the sharper the sword and the heavier the knife, the faster it will be when the bridge is shattered."

"As for how to hold this sword?"

Emperor Chongtian's eyes suddenly turned and he returned to the library.

…

Lu Jing's soul has turned gloomy.

The vitality around him has long been drained.

Even the starlight reflected by the three Yuan stars became dim.

On Jiuchu Mountain, a huge dragon head separated from the giant dragon.

There was actually a huge gap in the Rain Calling Sword, which was currently suspended next to Lu Jing, trembling continuously.

Zhao Ye’s four legs were trembling.

Even Lu Jing stood there blankly, and the tea time had passed.

On the huge dragon head of Taichong Dragon Lord, the two originally deep and majestic eyes were wide open at this moment, as if they would not close their eyes.

Lu Jing stood five feet away from the dragon's head.

I still feel a little dazed in my heart.

The dragon-slaying silk on the Rain Calling Sword has been burned away, and it seems that it has completed its mission.

"Cut off the dragon-slaying silk raised by thousands of dragons to help me kill the seriously injured Taichong Dragon Lord."

"Taichong Longjun really died in my hands!"

Lu Jing whispered in his heart.

He looked up at the sky, and vaguely saw the remains of Chen Baxian on the Dragon-Slaying Platform standing on the stage, laughing.

In a daze, a voice came from Lu Jing's mind.

"If you sacrifice the body of Lord Taichong Dragon to me and let me enter the body of Lord Taichong Dragon, I can come to help you in the eighth realm!"

This was like a magical sound that poured into Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Jing couldn't help but think...

"Under the fate of Dragon Slayer, I can still enlighten two dragons, but the cultivation level of Taichong Dragon Lord is far beyond the limit of what I can enlighten."

But if I were to sacrifice the remaining soul of Chen Baxian on the dragon-slaying platform.

Chen Baxian was the king of men before Sijiazi, and he had dominated the world for decades.

By no means weaker than today's King Chong'an.

If he comes and helps me, maybe the disaster will come from the West Tower in the sky..."

There seemed to be something strange in Lu Jing's eyes, and he lowered his head and stared closely at the dragon corpse.

Taichong Longjun's body exuded some kind of terrifying deathly aura.

This breath of deathly silence has already spread for hundreds of miles.

All the demons and ghosts within hundreds of miles around were aware of this aura at this moment, and they were all trembling, wondering what kind of unparalleled being died in Jiuchu Mountain.

Lu Jing seemed to be affected by this aura, and coupled with Chen Baxian's seductive voice, his eyes became even more abnormal.

Suddenly, the Kunpeng Yuanxing suddenly became even more shining.

The bright starlight fell on Lu Jing again, making Lu Jing regain some clarity.

It is also at this time that the destiny pattern of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck is quietly triggered.

Rays of golden light flickered, and all kinds of information flowed into Lu Jing's mind.

"Promising Chen Baxian to sacrifice the body of Lord Taichong Long is a real sign of disaster...

Chen Baxian has been dead for a long time, but this remnant on the dragon-slaying platform seems to have evil intentions."

"If I agree to Chen Baxian, there is a huge possibility of my death?"

Lu Jing was a little surprised.

It's just that in this destiny pattern of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, the signs of great misfortune only indicate bad consequences, but Lu Jing didn't know why it was so dangerous.

"It seems that if I were to use the Tai Chong Dragon Lord's corpse as a sacrifice to Chen Baxian, and Chen Baxian would occupy the dragon corpse, it would not necessarily help me."

"I have Kunpeng Yuanxing and the Yuanxing magical power of swallowing dragons. If I swallow the Taichong Dragon Lord, and given time to completely digest the foundation of this heavenly dragon, I will have unimaginable bones and my cultivation will be greatly improved. It's not a bad idea.

You cannot carry him down from the West Tower of Heaven into the human world."

Lu Jing took a deep breath.

In the sky, Chen Baxian seemed to notice the change in Lu Jing's eyes. The smile on his face gradually faded and disappeared as soon as he disappeared into the Dragon Slaying Platform.

Without Chen Ba's ploy, Lu Jing no longer hesitated. He stepped forward and followed the Taichong Dragon Lord's dragon beard all the way to the dragon's head and one of its horns.

Taichong Longjun is dead.

But the green dragon horn was still shining with a faint light, also condensed with heavy vitality.

"Although Taichong Dragon Lord died in my hands, before that, the incarnation of King Chong'an's blood severely wounded him. Only then can I kill him with the Kunpeng Yuan Star, the Dragon Slaying Platform's reflection, and the strange Dragon Slaying Thread.

The pure Yang spirit."

"As long as he is injured and gets to the front line, I won't be able to kill him. The Eighth Realm Heavenly Dragon is no small matter.

I don’t know when I will be able to ascend to the eighth realm of Ninglin, my soul will be pure Yang, and my body will be pure.”

Lu Jing's eyes flashed with hope, and then became fiery.

"Yu Dongshen's entry into the Mysterious Realm has consumed the opportunity I had. If I can seize this fleeting opportunity... I will have a further opportunity.

Under the magical power of swallowing dragons, I don’t know if the world in my eyes will become much clearer if I swallow this dragon.”

Lu Jing's eyes gradually calmed down.

The vitality that is constantly flowing in the human world gradually becomes thinner.

The Gou Chen Yuan star in the sky no longer shines with thunder.

Only the Kunpeng star was as bright as ever. The Kunpeng star's light shone directly on Lu Jing, who closed his eyes and meditated.
To be continued...