An Osmanthus Island is like sitting at the bottom of a large bowl, with the sea water being the bowl wall.
All passengers will most likely become the meals of those descendants of dragons.
It will be a long-lost feast.
Osmanthus Island and the seawater below the ferry have hovered still, and all around are the cold sights cast by Jiaolonggou.
The current situation is extremely delicate. Osmanthus Island is silent. There are angry complaints about Osmanthus Island, but also confusion about the disaster. Some people are silently making small calculations in their hearts, each weighing their own amulets, trying to seize something from the fire. Once
If you manage to survive to the end, not to mention the treasures in Osmanthus Island, just picking up the corpses of a few Qi practitioners will be a huge fortune.
At the front, Aunt Gui, the steward who has always been hiding, is hovering in front of the sea cliff, confronting the golden old dragon. The words spoken by both parties are obscure. It is definitely not the elegant language of any continent, but is most likely the unique language of ancient dragons.
, was called "the sound of water" by scholars at that time. As for why Aunt Gui was proficient in this word, and why she dared to go deep alone and confront many dragons alone, the passengers on Guihua Island were too lazy to think deeply, and they could not wait for this plain-looking woman.
Transformed into a monk in the upper five realms, he turned the tide and led Osmanthus Island out of this damn Jiaolonggou.
The woman seemed to be having trouble communicating with the golden dragon. She was suppressing her hard-earned anger and tried to keep her tone calm. She said slowly: "Isn't there any room for maneuver? According to records, the Fan family only helped
You have dragged back as many as twelve corpses of Bu Yu's dragons. Over the years, whenever they pass by your Jiaolong ditch, the Fan family's ferry boat will inevitably drop a large amount of silver foil origami as a tribute to you Xingyun
Buyu’s tribute has never been missed..."
This old dragon covered in golden scales has eyes as big as dustpans, and his eyes are full of indifference. "The rules are the rules. If you don't follow the rules, how can there be this dragon ditch in the world?"
Aunt Gui still wanted to argue and explain, but the golden old dragon raised a claw and pressed it heavily into the water. For a moment, the water surged and the wind blew. Aunt Gui, who was standing in the wind, felt a burning pain on her cheek from the oncoming wind and waves, but
From the beginning to the end, she did not stretch out her hand to block him, nor did she rely on the magical powers of the Earthly Immortal Realm to dodge. She just withstood the old dragon's anger this time.
The old Jiao sneered: "Someone deliberately framed you on Guihua Island. I am not blind, so I can see through it at a glance. But rules are rules. You on Guihua Island don't know people well, which is why the ferry guests used the Dragon King basket without permission to catch the young Jiao. It broke.
The rules between us. Madam Gui, you can leave alone, but all the remaining people on the ferry must die here."
Aunt Gui shook her head and said, "I will not abandon them."
Lao Jiao's eyes were full of cold sarcasm, and there was also a fiery look similar to that of a gourmet looking at delicious food. One was cold and the other was hot, appearing alternately, "I know, that's why I said this. Mrs. Gui, you
Do you know that every time you pass by my head, I must strictly abide by the rules and respect those broken iron laws, so I can only endure and not eat you, how much perseverance does it take?"
Aunt Gui finally asked: "No need to talk?"
The golden old dragon slowly moved its body as long as a mountain ridge, and two strands of dragon whiskers slowly dragged in the clear water. The precious light circulated, and it glanced at a small boat not far behind the woman. The boat on top had already been killed.
, the boat passenger was a man with sinister eyebrows and stern eyes. He seemed timid and looked around. He was carrying a small basket in his hand that looked like a cricket cage. It was made of ivory and was cute and compact.
A young dragon, which was originally six to seven feet long, shrank in size like a loach in the Dragon King's basket after being captured. It fluttered and struggled in it, constantly making whining sounds.
The old boatman who was punting the boat for Jinsu and Chen Ping'an at that time was now standing on the water next to the man's boat, guarding him tightly to prevent the culprit from escaping.
As for why the old man Zhouzi, whose real identity is the resident Jindan of Osmanthus Island, did not decisively snatch the Dragon King Basket, there are two reasons. He looks like a wretched man with a deer-headed and rat-like eyes. There is a flying sword slowly surrounding him. The sword is one foot long and has a whole body.
Mo, thick black smoke kept pouring out, and the lowest level should be a Dragon Gate sword cultivator. Furthermore, the old man Zhouzi was afraid that this villain would not stop doing anything, so he directly destroyed the Dragon King Basket and the young dragon together, then it was really
The entire Osmanthus Island will be buried with this guy.
Lao Zhouzi asked the man why he did such a thing that was harmful to others and not self-interested. The man who caused the disaster grinned and just looked at the scene around him without answering. Lao Zhouzi tried several times and tried to deduce this person through a few words of the man.
Is it the mastermind behind the incident, Mr. Jiang, who disembarked from the ship midway? Or is it the Ding family of the old Longcheng family, who are in the same situation as the Fan family? Unfortunately, the man has always turned a deaf ear, cherishing his words like gold and not wanting to say a word more.
Lao Zhouzi had no choice but to wait for the outcome of the negotiation between Mrs. Gui and the old dragon. If it was confirmed that they were really deadlocked, he could only kill the man in front of him first and try his best to snatch the Dragon King basket. How could Osmanthus Island survive?
One person's death is another's! The Fan family's thousand-year-old family fortune must not be destroyed today, by the mouths of these remnants of criminals from ancient times!
Lao Zhouzi calmed down and no longer expected the strange man to speak, and asked calmly: "Do you think you can still run? Escape from this Jiaolong ditch under the nose of that old dragon?"
The unattractive man finally grinned and said, "Then let me give it a try?"
"This small basket is worth a lot of Guyu money. I'll give it to you! Catch it!" The man suddenly threw the low-quality Dragon King basket high into the air. It was probably mass-produced by a separatist force on a mountain in the ancient Shu Kingdom.
It's just that as time goes by, over the long years, the Dragon King Basket has become more and more rare after being searched, collected and destroyed again and again. The Dragon King Basket has almost become a rare existence comparable to the sword-raising gourd.
Lao Zhouzi did not immediately reach out to pick up the Dragon King's basket to avoid falling into a vicious plot. Instead, he used his spiritual energy to hover it in front of him. After a closer look, he became furious. It turned out that the man had secretly used some trick to find the young dragon in the basket.
He was already on the verge of death, his flesh and blood were blurred, his muscles and bones were exposed, and he was dying.
The man laughed loudly, and his natal flying sword turned into billowing black smoke to protect his whole body. He twisted out a golden talisman with two fingers and said, "I'll toast you at the grave later, haha. It's a pity that there is no sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the world anymore..."
The golden light of the talisman flashed, and the man disappeared from the boat in an instant.
The golden old dragon with gleaming scales shook his head, and a dragon whisker whipped the sea water as fast as a long whip. It was clear that the dragon whisker hit the empty space near the body.
But the next moment, a figure, or rather two figures, slumped down from the clouds above Jiaolonggou. It was the sword cultivator who had used the talisman to escape from Jiaolonggou, even if the talisman was priceless and priceless.
The city's square-inch talisman is the second-class square-inch talisman in the world. It can travel hundreds of miles in an instant. Even if the person who gave this talisman said it with certainty, no one among the beasts in Jiaolonggou can stop this talisman.
The famous sword cultivator believed that he had all plans before his death, so he threw out the Dragon King's Basket, and the young dragon was about to die. Osmanthus Island and Jiaolong Valley were like two armies confronting each other. Mrs. Gui was grabbing the attention of the old dragon, and with this so-called
The golden square-inch talisman can dodge the sword of the Land Sword Immortal. Why shouldn't he take the opportunity to escape from the battlefield?
The old dragon slapped another dragon whisker in the air, and a series of dull explosions like spring thunder sounded in the sea water.
For the golden elixir sword cultivator who was cut off in half, a golden elixir of his life turned into powder in the air, and a large handful of golden debris scattered into the clear sea water of Jiaolonggou, shattering the golden elixir together with the two parts of his body, and slowing down
Slowly sinking, it attracted countless dragons to leap toward the water. For a moment, the waves surged like jackals fighting for food.
Sword cultivators never die with eyes closed.
How difficult is it for a Shanze cultivator with no foundation to become a Jindan realm sword cultivator?
During his life, he still thought that after completing this big deal, he would have a strong family background, so he would find a good place with beautiful scenery and abundant spiritual energy, and become the founder of the immortal sect, spreading its branches and leaves for hundreds of thousands of years.
Generations of stability, learn from those immortals who have long been envied, just focus on asking questions, and no longer have to take the wrong direction again and again...
After Old Zhouzi confirmed that the Dragon King Basket had not been tampered with, he gently held it in his hand, turned around and looked around, sighing, "Little guy, what are you doing here? You are not someone you can interfere with in this disaster, retreat quickly.
Osmanthus Island. If you are lucky, you can still see the hanging mountain. If you are not lucky..."
Lao Zhouzi will not continue to say these depressing words, even if they are the truth, since the war is imminent, it is useless to say more.
After Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine, he pinned the sword gourd around his waist again.
Lao Zhouzi didn't notice anything strange and kept facing Lao Jiao. The same was true for the woman with her back to Osmanthus Island.
However, there was a trace of amusement in the silver eyes with erect pupils of the golden old dragon. He did not expose the young man's little trick on the spot. He just thought it was nothing more than a cat teasing a mouse.
Chen Pingan asked: "Old senior, can the current situation on Guihua Island get any worse?"
"It's extremely bad."
Lao Zhouzi nodded, unwilling to lie on this matter, without any cover-up, and said softly: "It is rumored that when the old dragon signed the contract with the ancestor of the Fan family, his realm was equivalent to that of a Yuan Ying realm qi practitioner.
They are natural alien species, and their cultivation is often extremely slow. But once they climb to a high place, their real combat power is often much higher than the current situation. Not to mention the thousands of dragons in a trench, which are no weaker than Aquarius Island.
The key to a sect-headed immortal family is that there is an old dragon who is responsible for holding down the formation, which is the most difficult thing."
Chen Ping'an was a little helpless, "Old Jiao is at least a Nascent Soul Realm Immortal?"
Lao Zhouzi nodded, wondering why the sword-carrying young man in front of him, who was carrying a penny on his shoulder, asked this question.
Chen Pingan looked up at the golden old dragon in the distance.
The latter also looked at him, his silver eyes full of rich mockery, and he deliberately glanced at the sword gourd on Chen Pingan's waist.
Chen Pingan knew that Lao Jiao had seen through his little trick.
Wei Bo, the mountain god who personally handed over this "ginger pot", once said that a practitioner of the Tenth Realm would not be able to see through the deception he used on the sword-raising gourd, but the old dragon in front of him was clearly a Tenth Realm Immortal. If so, then
Chen Ping'an's method of secretly attracting the first and fifteenth grade students into the body under the pretense of drinking must have fallen into Lao Jiao's field of vision a long time ago. Then one of Chen Ping'an's trump cards has been exposed to the broad daylight.
Lao Zhouzi persuaded: "Little guy, let's go. Your youthful chivalry is very good, but it is destined to be useless, so why show off as a hero? It is better to return to Osmanthus Island and wait for the glimmer of life. You stay here.
, I definitely don’t care about your life or death, so I can’t say it’s a disservice, but with your current level of cultivation, it’s no different than sending yourself to death.”
Lao Zhouzi wanted to say that even if he returned to Osmanthus Island and waited for death, it would be better than being dismembered and devoured by dragons in the sea, but when these words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
Chen Ping'an took down the dragon pole, handed it to Lao Zhouzi, and explained: "Senior, this is the lock-cutting talisman that I modified. It comes from an "Authentic Alchemy Book". According to the record, the complete talisman is, There should be eight ancient seal scripts. Before, you only had the four characters "What to do" on the bamboo poles. In fact, you missed the Rain Master's order, and the cloud pattern on the talisman was also quite different, so I re-drawed the lock. symbol."
The old man took a closer look and was stunned on the spot. Then without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed the dragon pole that had been passed down from generation to generation. He looked at it carefully and rubbed the texture of the bamboo pole talisman with his palm. "The real name is called the lock-cutting talisman? It's missing." Four words of Master Yu’s edict? The font of this Talisman script, the pattern of the cloud seal script, and the true meaning of overwhelming victory are indeed of high rank. Young man, are you a Taoist of the Fulu sect? Are you studying under a certain sect master?"
Chen Pingan shook his head gently.
He didn't say that he was a martial artist, he just used the pure Qi in his body to imitate Li Xisheng, a scholar from Fulu Street, and draw talismans in one go.
Old Zhouzi sighed and said: "It's a pity that we only have this dragon pole that has been restored to its original appearance. If there are dozens of bamboo poles, all of them are painted with this lock-cutting talisman, and with a formation master who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia , maybe it can really scare this Jiaolonggou. What a pity, what a pity!"
Aunt Gui had already drifted back. When she saw the bamboo pennant, she was also a little surprised, but she didn't regret it as much as Lao Zhouzi did. She shook her head calmly and said: "It's useless. Although this talisman has a deep origin, it is often carved on locks." The dragon pillar or the sword is one of the tools used by the ancient gods to capture and flog the guilty dragon. I only glanced at it briefly in the early years. It can indeed defeat the dragons, but the old dragon has a profound knowledge. , I am not too worried about this anymore. Firstly, the material of these bamboo pennies is not high, and secondly, the requirements for writing and ink of this talisman are also very high..."
After Chen Pingan handed over the pennies, he tried his best to secretly observe the old dragon.
To be continued...