The moment Chen Pingan started to draw the talisman, under the signal of the golden old dragon, the Jiaolong Valley had already taken action, and the lion was fighting the rabbit with all his strength. Hundreds of thousands of dragons were lurking in this ravine.
, rushing towards Osmanthus Island together with the sea water that originally towered in the sky.
Only the direction where the golden old dragon was entrenched seemed particularly peaceful.
The old man Zhouzi dropped the Dragon King basket in his hand at his feet. The life and death of a young dragon had nothing to do with the overall situation. The old man glanced at the young man with a sword on his back, his whole person seemed to be shrouded in the pure moonlight, each person wrote a stroke and a talisman.
, integrated into one, like a small world between the abbots.
The old man admired in his heart. The little guy was quite impressive. Although it had little to do with his level or cultivation level, the old man thought that he did not have this kind of magnanimity when he was young.
The old man quickly looked back and said softly: "Mrs. Gui, Osmanthus Island is in danger. Chen Ping'an and this talisman will be protected by me for the time being. Mrs. Gui will just go and sit on the ferry, and let Ma Zhi and a few stewards quickly go to the mountain.
All guests know their interests and should not hide their interests anymore. All personal grudges, as well as rewards and compensations, will be discussed after Osmanthus Island survives this disaster."
"Old Jiao's attack this time is very strange, and judging from the method it used to kill the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, it has either broken through and entered the upper five realms, or someone secretly set up an array in Jiaolonggou to turn this place into something like
The existence of the Confucian Academy Academy. Maybe some heretical master took a fancy to this enclave, which gave Laojiao the confidence to challenge the Confucian saints of Posuzhou. But whether it was Yupu realm, or a
False Saint, once it attacks with all its strength, it will be difficult for you to deal with it alone without me."
Mrs. Gui hesitated a little and did not rush to Osmanthus Island. She even deliberately slowed down her speech to weigh the pros and cons. During her long monastic life, Mrs. Gui knew that she could do ten things and hundreds of things if she was in a dilemma where she was confused.
Nothing is better than doing one thing right.
The sea water on three sides was like a bursting of embankments, smashing into the ferry at the "bottom of the bowl".
On Osmanthus Island, except for the ancestral osmanthus tree on the top of the mountain, there are more than a thousand osmanthus trees. At the same time, their leaves have fallen one after another. Before falling to the ground, the fallen leaves fly into the air together. They are not in disorder. The osmanthus leaves hang in the air one after another, forming a
A semicircle covered Osmanthus Island, and then the osmanthus leaves instantly burned to ashes and disappeared, leaving only a group of green spiritual energy in place, condensed into small and large balls. Between these osmanthus leaf spiritual balls as big as wild chestnuts, they spread out to all sides.
Thousands of green silk threads come out, pulling and connecting with each other.
The sea is turbulent, and the ferry is like a flat boat. The spiritual energy contained in the osmanthus leaves is connected with each other, just like a big net thrown out by the boat. However, this time the "net" is not for catching fish, but for covering the rain.
When the sea water hit the big net, the waves surged, but not a drop of water penetrated the big net and landed on Osmanthus Island. The ferry only shook slightly, and when the ancestral osmanthus tree showed a mysterious posture of rapidly growing branches and leaves, the ground on the top of the mountain cracked.
Many ravines appeared, exposing the twisted roots of the old osmanthus trees. The entire Osmanthus Island began to rise slowly, as if it was trying to withstand the impact of the sea water, hang in the air to resist the wind, and forcefully escape from the Jiaolong Valley.
Many water horned turtles with horns on their foreheads were the most ferocious in their charge. They landed on the big net one after another, tearing at the osmanthus leaf array with their sharp claws, or hitting them with their heads.
This kind of water dragon is regarded as an honorable member of the genus of dragons. It is relatively close to the true dragon that was the first to rule the world. It is very different from the snake and carp. It just has one more word for water, which is better than a single dragon.
The water Qiu is a kind of giant Qiu that had intercourse with the green snake in the sea in ancient times, so it is also called the Green Qiu because it likes to hide in the sea.
The White Chi in the majestic mountains and ridges, one in the deep sea and one on the land, often appears in the articles of literati and poets, and is a frequent guest in the poems about immortals.
Many descendants of the dragons followed behind, violently hitting the big net, and also used their unique water magic powers to wrap up tens of thousands of seawater one by one, and hit the big net together.
When the old man Zhouzi saw this scene, he was heartbroken. This was Mrs. Gui who was using her hard-won earthly immortal skills to allow the fundamental energy of her true body to rapidly deplete in order to gain a glimmer of hope for everyone.
Ma Zhi, who is staying on the island, must have negotiated with the guests, but he is not sure whether they can work together to tide over the difficulties.
When Chen Ping'an was trying his best to write the lock-cutting talisman, the golden old dragon besides giving orders, let Jiaolonggou attack Osmanthus Island in one go, but it had no intention of taking action. It just thought for a moment, shook its golden-scaled body, and slowly swam towards the clear water.
At the edge of the sea, a majestic old man wearing a golden robe finally walked out from the ripples. His eyebrows were extremely long, hanging down to his chest. He moved forward in the air, ignoring the need to be distracted by this old dragon that had turned into a human form.
Mrs. Gui, who was controlling Osmanthus Island, was as indifferent as the life and death of the young dragon. The old man in golden robe was like a mountaineer slowly walking down the hillside, overlooking the two small boats and three people at the foot of the mountain.
The old dragon looked at the young man's back, kept walking, and said with a smile: "Little guy, you tampered with that dragon pole and wrote the lock-cutting talisman without authorization. I just treat you as young and ignorant, and let you hide the two secretly.
It's a flying sword, but if you push it further..."
The old man Zhouzi steered the boat under his feet and stood behind Chen Pingan, one person and one boat. He looked up at the old beast whose temperament had changed drastically, and sneered: "It doesn't matter if you push for an inch, are you going to kill me at your neck to ask for a more comfortable death? Please?"
You bastards swallow it whole, don’t chew it slowly?”
Lao Jiao glanced sideways at Lao Zhouzi and said with a smile: "If you break the rules, you will all die. As for how you die, it doesn't really matter. Have you forgotten that if your souls after death are little by little?
The silk and cocoons were peeled off by my hands, and dozens of candles were made into lanterns. After being lit, they were placed in the deepest part of Jiaolong Valley and endured the cold pain. This crime was even more unbearable than being quartered by five horses and cut into pieces by a thousand cuts on the human execution ground.
Especially for an old Jindan monk like you, the higher your Taoism, the higher the quality of incense and candles..."
Having said this, the old man in golden robe sighed, stopped, put one hand behind his back, and twisted the long golden eyebrows hanging on his chest with two fingers of the other hand, and said helplessly: "Little guy, this Fan family boatman and I will help you delay
After all this time, it’s just a lock-cutting talisman ordered by Master Yu, but it hasn’t been painted yet? Are you a disciple of the Taoist talisman sect, and it’s becoming more and more useless now? Or are you not good at studying and drawing talismans? Or is this talisman too powerful?
, the talisman paper is too precious, making your writing a bit... astringent? No problem, I haven't seen or experienced the lock-cutting talisman for many years, and I miss it very much, so I can still afford to wait at this time, young man, slowly
Come on, don't be in a hurry."
Mrs. Gui lamented.
Lao Zhouzi was in a similar state of mind.
This is the horror of a saint ruling a world.
Just like the Confucian sage is in charge of the academy, the true king is in the Taoist temple, the Arhat is in the temple, and the martial sage is in charge of the battlefield.
The pale-faced Madam Gui said sternly: "You commit such brutality and murder, aren't you afraid that the Confucian saints of Posuzhou will hold you accountable?!"
The old dragon's eyes looked pitiful and said: "Mrs. Gui, Mrs. Gui, you shouldn't have stayed in a muddy pond like Laolong City. You are just cocooning yourself. You have been doing nothing for so many years and have not heard what is happening outside the window. How can you know that under the general trend, you can follow the trend?"
Those who prosper and those who rebel will perish, Madam Gui, although I have coveted your true body for many years, but because you are of good family background, I can give you one last chance to submit to me and participate in the grand event with Jiaolonggou, how about that?"
Mrs. Gui sneered and said: "I really don't know if you would dare to speak nonsense if a Confucian saint were here! Let alone a saint, I'm afraid he is just a gentleman, which is enough to make you tremble, right?"
The old man in golden robe smiled and shook his head, "Today is different from the past, that's why I said that your vision, Mrs. Gui, is too narrow, that's all. Different ways don't work together. After eating you, I can successfully enter the Yupu realm. By then,
Even if a Confucian saint from the Yingyin Chen family leaves the academy and comes here to hold me to account, what can he do to me?"
The old man grinned and said with a deep smile, "I know you still don't give up. You thought I was playing tricks on you before, and you were lucky enough to let the young man draw the lock-killing talisman to scare all the dragons except me.
, look, I have fulfilled your wish, do you still think I am bluffing?"
The old man took a step forward and instantly came to the side of Chen Pingan's boat, which was about ten feet away.
Chen Ping'an is like an old monk who has entered meditation without caring about worldly affairs, just slowly drawing the talisman.
Mrs. Gui and the old man Zhouzi made a move at the same time. She threw out a branch of osmanthus and landed on the bow of the boat. The woman silently recited the phrase "the roots are in the blue sky", and the osmanthus branch instantly grew into a small osmanthus tree with dancing branches and leaves.
There are clusters of golden osmanthus flowers, fragrant and fragrant. The osmanthus trees are ten feet high, and the shade of the trees covers Chen Ping'an.
The old man quickly made secrets with both hands, recited the incantation silently, and stomped heavily on the boat he was standing on. His palms touched each other, and their ten fingers intertwined. A brilliant light bloomed from between the fingers. The old boatman pressed his thumb on his heart with one hand, and pointed at the golden old dragon with his little finger.
, after the old man made the secret, there was bright red fire lingering all over his body, like a heavenly official god wearing a red robe, his forehead covered with scarlet inscriptions, shouting angrily: "The golden crow flaps its wings, the fire god boils water!"
The sea surface between the boat at the old man's feet and the old man in golden robe was like a hot pot of boiling water, with steam rising. Then, golden crows flew out from it, dragging streaks of billowing flames and rushing towards the old dragon.
But the golden-robed old dragon just waved his sleeves and pulled out two green water dragons from the sea water on both sides of his body. They collided with the golden crows. Dozens of golden crows were instantly devoured by the two old men. Although the green water dragons had a full meal
Suddenly, fire flashed from time to time in his belly, and finally they both died, their bodies collapsed, and returned to the sea. However, the old man used his magic formula and struck quickly and fiercely. It could be said that he was powerful. Compared with the golden-robed dragon's understatement and judgment, there was a huge disparity.
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The golden-robed old dragon sneered and said: "God of Fire? Such ancient gods are too complicated, and because of a great disaster, the gods who inherit this unification often have unfair names. Compared with the orderly and profound inheritance in history,
The God of Water, who is trusted by the Emperor of Heaven, is really not worth mentioning. You little golden elixir, I’m afraid you don’t even know the four words of the God of Fire to boil water, and you are showing your cowardice, right? The earliest God of Fire, that was a lie.
Those who boiled the whole world dry and burned all the five lakes to create clouds and mist in the sky. The gods of the Ministry of Fire in later generations will only dare to say boiled water. What kind of water? The big rivers are water and the small streams are water. If you boil the water, can you make tea?"
This tactic of the old man was easily broken by the golden-robed old dragon. He was not discouraged. While the latter was chattering, he changed another tactic. He clenched his hands into fists, bumped them together hard, and stepped out with his feet.
The image of the heavenly official disappeared, looking at each other angrily, with the appearance of a powerful protector. The old man was surrounded by thunder beads with electric light swirling around him.
The old man finally separated his fists, and punched his heart and abdomen three times in succession. The spiritual energy in the three Qi Palaces was surging. The other fist returned to his palm, with his palm facing the sky, "Jingzhe bulges his belly, Lei Ze Cave opens, listen to my order, Dai Tian
Punishment!"
In the cloudless blue sky, a huge whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared out of thin air. A streak of snow-white lightning stood out, turned several times in the air, and struck at the head of the golden-robed old dragon.
The figure of the old man in golden robe disappeared on the spot, but the thunder and lightning that split the air did not dissipate. It penetrated directly through the sea water, fell into the depths of Jiaolong Gorge, and ejected back, reflecting the white snow on the bottom of the sea and the many hidden things.
The dragons at the bottom of the sea did not participate in this encirclement and suppression. After being disturbed by this thunder method, they all subconsciously closed their eyes and did not dare to look directly at it.
The thunder and lightning swept out of the sea and flew to a place, and the golden-robed old dragon showed his true form. Facing this unusual thunder and lightning, the old dragon finally seemed a little annoyed. This time he lost his previous leisurely demeanor and did not continue to dodge.
Standing there, frowning slightly, he put his two fingers together, held a long golden eyebrow respectively, and quickly wiped it, and two golden sword lights slipped out from the fingertips, about three feet long, as long as the sword in the world, and faced the sword with one sword.
There was thunder and lightning, and a sword pierced the whirlpool above the head that was connected to a certain small Lei Ze.
The golden-robed dragon's long eyebrow swords were both successful, and together with the thunder and lightning and the whirlpool, they were destroyed together again, exploding with brilliant brilliance on both the sea surface and high in the sky.
The old man Zhouzi was worthy of being one of the rare golden elixir masters who had personally experienced the scenery of the Earth Immortal. He had endless methods. He stood up from the ground, stretched out his arm, stretched out his hand, and grasped a silver-dazzling Zhangba snake spear, stabbing it straight.
The golden-robed old dragon said, "The evil beast must die!"
The golden-robed old dragon twitched the corner of his mouth and disappeared again.
To be continued...