"Squeak...squeak..."

In a certain room in Shuiyue Cave, a group of small animals are kept in cages. The vegetarian animals eat grass, and the carnivorous animals can also eat some snacks, but not much.

"drop……"

"drop……."

An ancient instrument for estimating time by dripping water is constantly operating.

Next to him, there was a busy figure, relying on the prescriptions recorded on the bamboo slips to prepare medicine from time to time.

This is exactly Tong Bo.

After the six elders and Tong Bo explained everything, they were dragged by the hermit who followed to discuss how to save the patriarch.

Tong Bo returned to his father's room but could not find his two younger brothers. After searching to no avail, he could only try to cure his father with medicine alone.

However, there was no good experimental subject, so we had no choice but to use some small animals such as rabbits.

Looking at the blue water flowing out of the instrument, Tong Bo's face was very serious, as if he was worried about something.

He shifted his gaze again and walked down to the group of small animals, staring at them with a hint of loneliness in his eyes, "Tell me, where did the two of them go?"

"Do you think my father will never wake up again..."

"Um……"

Tong Bo was talking to himself. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, his expression condensed, and he noticed the rabbit in the cage.

"Click..."

Open the cage and catch the rabbit.

Looking at the healed wound on the rabbit's body in disbelief, he said in surprise: "The hermit monk really used the method he said to save you."

"Master, Master, Master."

When Tong Bo heard this, he put the rabbit back and looked at the Tong clan members who came in.

"I've searched everywhere, but I can't find the second young master or the third young master."

"What about the hermit cultivator?" Tong Bo asked.

"I am praying to heaven with the six elders."

Tong Bowen's expression changed, "Qi Tian, ​​it's broken, he's going to use the trick of saving the rabbit on dad."

In an instant, he ran out of the room quickly.

"Boom boom...boom boom..."

A group of eccentric old men were surrounding Tongzhen, chanting something, and began to perform the ritual of praying to heaven in ancient books.

"Boom boom...boom boom..."

The war drums were beating and roaring.

"Ring ring... ring ring..."

The hermit wore a mask of ghosts and gods, held a sword with a bell hanging on the hilt, and muttered some strange words.

"The blessings from the gods come and go...come and go, and the ghosts and gods from the five directions go...and go..."

"Um……"

Tong Zhen was surrounded by this group of people and fell unconscious.

"Come……"

He raised his sword to the sky, and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck down.

"Come again.

Yinxiu shouted loudly and pointed at Tongzhen Yihui. In an instant, Tongzhen's body trembled.

Seeing this, the hermit cultivator shouted again: "Not yet."

A dark blue electric arc was emitted, and Tongzhen was really hit. In an instant, he flew up, was beaten, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Tongzhen was awakened by lightning.

"Um???"

When the hermit monk saw it, he raised his sword and looked at it for himself. Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning shot out and knocked one of the six elders away.

"Bang..."

However, the hermit cultivator didn't see it, and was still studying his sword! It rotated from time to time, scaring the remaining five elders to the point of peeing, and they hurriedly hid whenever they could.

"Boom boom...boom boom..."

There were dark clouds and thunder and lightning.

After studying for a while, Yinxiu shook his head helplessly, picked up the mask of ghosts and gods, and muttered strangely: "It's weird, why doesn't it work?"

"Um……"

Not afraid of death, Yin Xiu lightly touched the sword body with his hand. In an instant, the sword emitted a burst of white light and blew him away.

"ah……"

"Whoosh..."

At the same time, the sword escaped from Yin Xiu's hand, flew into the sky, and began to spin. Something strange happened. The sword suddenly glowed white and sucked Tong Zhen up.

"Hermitage."

It was Tong Bo who came after hearing the news.

Tong Bo helped Yin Xiu up and looked at the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but blame: "You can't control this thing with your own skills, but you still want to try."

"Someone is going to die." The hermit said pitifully, "How can we remove the electric light?"

At this time, Tong Bo was helpless even if he blamed the other party. He was so anxious that his mind was racing to see if there was anything he could do.

Looking up at the situation in the sky, he had no choice but to use the Dragon God Kung Fu.

With a jump, a white dragon appeared. The dragon's head was extremely powerful, and its body was like a white cloud, disappearing and appearing, giving it a sense of mystery.

"this……"

Seeing this, the hermit cultivator said blankly: "What kind of kung fu is this?"

Tong Bo, who turned into a white dragon, began to fight with the sword in the sky. The scene was so spectacular that it made people dazzled.

"Hoo...ho..."

The sword couldn't resist Bai Long, and he was grabbed and beaten by the opponent.

"Dragon Magic!"

"It's the Dragon Divine Art, oh! It's the Dragon Divine Art!"

Finally, the well-informed hermit recognized him, pointed at Tong Bo who used the "Dragon Magic" in surprise, and shouted.

"What!!"

"It's the Dragon Divine Art, it's the Dragon Divine Art."

"It turns out to be the Dragon Divine Skill."

………

When the six elders heard what the hermit said, they all looked up in shock and kept shouting the words "Dragon Divine Skill".

"Bang……."

In the end, the sword was defeated by Tong Bo who used the Dragon Divine Skill. The sword was swung by the opponent and inserted directly into the rock cliff, making a loud "clang" sound.

"Bang..."

As the electric light disappeared, Tongzhen finally came to a standstill. After being tortured by the hermit cultivators and the power of the electric light, he was not far from death.

Blood continued to flow from Tong Zhen's mouth. Tong Bo looked at the sky and wanted to speak, but couldn't.

"ah….."

"tread……."

There was a flash of white light, and Tong Bo was still Tong Bo, but at this time, he was sweating profusely and his breath was a little disordered.

"father."

Seeing this, Yinxiu and the six elders quickly surrounded Tong Bo, pestering him and asking him if he was using the Dragon God Technique.

"this……"

Tong Bo was in a dilemma.

"Everyone go down...go down...go down..."

Tongzhen couldn't bear the quarrel between these old men, so he just squeezed out a breath and showed off the power of the clan leader.

"this……"

"Go down!!"

"Ahem...ahem..."

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Tong Zhen fell down immediately.

"Dad." Tong Bo cried sadly.

"Dad, it's all my fault. I promised that I would never use Dragon Magic easily, but no one could control that spiritual sword just now, so..."

"Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking." Tong Zhen said three sentences in a row.

"Stop talking".

"It's been five hundred years. The ancestors of the Tong family have been hiding in Shuiyue Cave for five hundred years."

"Could it be, is this God's will? It is God's will." Tong Zhen confided sadly.

"Dad, I don't understand, why can't I use the dragon magic in front of my tribe?" Tong Bo didn't understand.

In fact, things related to the Dragon Divine Skill have long been forgotten by the Tong clan.

"Where's Tong Zhan? Where's Tong Xin? Go and find them for me. I don't have much time." Tong Zhen anxiously looked for Tong Zhan.

"Dad, why do you still refuse to tell your child the reason?" Tong Bo doesn't understand!

"Go and find Tong Zhan, find me." Tong Zhen grabbed Tong Bo's arm and said excitedly.

"Dad." Tong Bo had tears in his eyes.

"Go." Tong Zhen ordered.
Chapter completed!