Full of awe-inspiring righteousness, that writing brush is a good item, even the old dragon would covet it.

Looking at the blank paper of the lock-cutting talisman, only seventy-eight percent of it was completed. Although the young man's arms, fingers and hair tips were not trembling yet, his mind was already unstable. It can be seen that writing this talisman was still too far-fetched, and the old dragon became more and more worried.

Out of curiosity, although the lock-cutting talisman is of high quality, the young man has successfully drawn the talisman on the bamboo pen before, which means that there is nothing wrong with the talisman itself, but the cyan material of the talisman paper makes it difficult for the young man to write, just like a child.

It would be no exaggeration to say that climbing mountains with heavy loads requires a lot of effort.

A high-quality lock-cutting talisman with the Rainmaster's order written on it.

If he had become a saint before, the golden-robed dragon would still be wary. After all, this is a natural conflict. In the days when Yushi Hebo Shuijun and his like were still orthodox gods, dragons would respect such people.

It's like the existence of a yamen superior.

But now, no matter how "tough" this talisman is, the golden-robed dragon doesn't take it seriously. He is even eager to see the lock-cutting talisman again.

After all, during a long period of humiliation, Lao Jiao was young at the time, but what he saw and heard was extremely unforgettable.

Laojiao wants to find some old guys in the depths of Jiaolonggou who don't want to follow him to see this far-reaching talisman with their own eyes again. Maybe it can make these sluggish old guys give birth to a bloody courage again.

gas.

The complete Jiaolonggou, as long as it is twisted into a rope, cannot be compared to one or two Xianjia mansions with the title of Zong.

Dozens of golden-robed old dragons simultaneously crushed the tip of the spear.

This was the lifeblood of the old man Zhouzi. He immediately fell into the boat and vomited blood.

Except for the old dragon who stared at Chen Ping'an's painting without saying a word, the other old dragons who were aroused with strong ferocity laughed and stepped down hard almost at the same time. There was not much movement under their feet, but Shelter

The osmanthus leaf formation on Osmanthus Island is like a weak city gate being hammered hard by countless siege vehicles. It is shaking and in danger. Once the formation is damaged, those dragons will rush into the island in an instant, and these

An evil beast born with a strong physique can fight in close quarters?

Not to mention ordinary Qi practitioners who are not willing, even the most lethal sword cultivators and the most powerful military cultivators are not willing to do it.

Many middle and fifth-level Qi practitioners who were originally too thirsty to take out the magic weapon at the bottom of the box suddenly changed their expressions. They no longer dared to hide their secrets and sacrificed their magic weapons. For a while, Osmanthus Island was filled with light.

Colors flew high into the sky one after another, helping Mrs. Gui and the ancestral Gui tree resist the stampede of the golden old dragon.

However, after the Qi practitioners on the island took action with all their strength, some of the giants in Jiaolonggou who had been watching from a distance finally used their water magic powers to rain down on Osmanthus Island like a shower of arrows.

Therefore, even if Osmanthus Island has Qi practitioners to help out, it is still at a disadvantage.

At this critical moment, there was actually a tall, thin old man flying over from the sea outside Jiaolonggou, but he was obviously hesitant about taking the risk and going deeper.

It was the Nascent Soul retinue beside Mr. Jiang of the Jade Guizong.

He finally chose to wait and see.

Mrs. Gui had to go to Osmanthus Island. She really didn't expect that the formation was so fragile. Chen Pingan could no longer take care of the talisman. Once she was separated from her soul, the Osmanthus Island formation would not be able to withstand the next impact.

Even if the talisman is drawn successfully at that time, Osmanthus Island has been conquered, and the unscrupulous dragon clan will only be defeated in a miserable situation if they enter an uninhabited land.

Mrs. Gui swept away, turned to the old man and said helplessly: "Take good care of Chen Ping'an!"

The old man nodded with a wry smile and struggled to stand up.

We can only do our best and obey fate.

All the golden-robed dragons from all directions slowly walked toward the two boats.

Only the golden old dragon that always stood in place stared at Chen Pingan from beginning to end, telling him in his heart: "Little guy, if you don't finish drawing this talisman and quickly reverse the situation of the battle, all of you will die. Gui

Madam is going to die, Lao Zhouzi is going to die, and you are going to die too, all of them are going to die."

What to do, Master Yu ordered. Chen Ping'an only wrote six characters on a lock-cutting talisman with a total of eight characters, and it was extremely unruly. If nothing else happened, this talisman was considered invalid.

In fact, it took a long time for Chen Pingan to finish writing the first four characters, which was much longer than before. However, on the rain character, no matter how Chen Pingan ran his Qi machine, he couldn't even write that single stroke. The material of the talisman seems to be unwilling to accept this word at all. The two armies are confronting each other. Chen Ping'an is fighting alone. Facing a towering high city, what can he do?

When manpower is eventually exhausted, it will not be changed by any ambition and perseverance.

Chen Pingan held on for a long time, but still couldn't finish writing. When Chen Pingan's arms began to tremble for the first time, a large mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it forcefully. With no choice but to do so, Chen Pingan directly skipped the word "rain". The pass with the word "Shi" was another natural chasm, and Chen Ping'an bypassed it again. Fortunately, he reluctantly wrote the word "Edict", and at the end of that strong crossbow of pure true energy, he finally finished writing it.

After Chen Ping'an used up this breath, he was exhausted. The arm holding the small snow cone drooped down. He was trying to force himself to take a breath. This time he failed to draw the talisman, which was just adding insult to injury. At this time, the blood in his body was surging. In addition to that The mouth has hurt the original heart and blood, and there are countless blood beads seeping out from the inside out. They are extremely fine, flowing out and condensing little by little from the soul, Qi, muscles, bones, skin and flesh.

The golden-robed old dragon was so angry for the first time and cursed angrily: "Useless trash! After waiting for you for so long, you can't even write the word 'Rain Master'?!"

The old dragon stepped forward step by step, "I'll give you another chance to draw again! Draw another talisman again!"

Chen Ping'an stared at the blue talisman, and the situation did not get worse.

But it hasn't gotten better.

It seems that after parting ways with the Taoist nun from Shen Gaozong on the road, Chen Ping'an, who had been having good luck all the way after leaving Lizhu Cave Tianhou, began to go downhill, as if he had once again returned to Lizhu Cave Tianhou before it shattered and fell.

This time, he was directly plunged into death.

Chen Pingan raised his head and said: "You really want me to finish writing this lock-cutting talisman? Are you plotting something?"

The golden-robed old dragon looked at the young man carefully, nodded with a smile and said: "Of course. It's just that it's meaningless to say this now. It's a waste of so much of my time. Your three souls and seven souls will be made into candle wicks later." , burning under the water of Jiaolonggou for hundreds of years.”

Chen Pingan glanced at the left arm holding the small snow cone, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted it up. Not only this arm, but also the blood all over his body seeped out from the seven orifices and skin, gurgling, "I must finish writing before I die. These two words.”

The golden-robed old dragon's eyes were gloomy and he said with a smile: "Young man has ambition, I will wait and see, and he will not hesitate to protect you personally, but don't let me down again."

Chen Pingan grinned.

He raised his right arm, wiped his eyes randomly, wiped away the blood that blurred his vision, and roughly saw the position of the talisman paper in the blank space of the "Rain Master", then closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart: "What do you do... do... It’s very important…”

A moment.

Chen Pingan began to write on the talisman paper.

The golden-robed old dragon sneered and said: "Young man, this is not the word rain. Is it because the injury is too serious and you can't think clearly?"

Another moment.

The golden-robed old dragon no longer smiled at all.

On the talisman paper, there is no longer the so-called talisman's aura.

Instead, a ray of divine light is gathering rapidly.

Chen Pingan just maintained that position, not because he didn't want to move, but because he really couldn't move.

This lock-cutting talisman is no longer a lock-cutting talisman in the true sense.

Because it is not "whatever the task is, it is the rain master's order".

Rather, "What matters should be done, Lu Chen gives the order."

Lu Chen’s order!

The golden-robed old dragon was also motionless, showing he had more than enough willpower but not enough energy.

Chen Ping'an's lips moved slightly, silently feeling the warm thoughts on the pen and paper, which brought happiness to his soul. His voice trembled, and he said softly: "I saw it said in the book that the saint has something to say..."

Chen Pingan kept coughing and finally said the second half of his sentence, "The dragon lurks in the abyss."

The eight words spoken verbally seemed to be no less important than the eight words written on the talisman.

A total of sixteen words, falling in the Jiaolong Valley, were like a bolt from the blue and five thunders.

"promise!"

"Follow the law!"

A sound sounded from the depths of Jiaolonggou, one after another, continuously.

The world is silent.

Dozens of golden-robed old dragons merged into one figure. He lowered his head, cupped his hands and clasped his fists, but with a sinister smile on his face, "Young man, please die before you receive the order."

Over Jiaolonggou, a golden sword light as thick as a mountain peak descended from the sky.

It fell straight onto the young man's head.

There are people who can save him, but are unwilling to do so, such as the Nascent Soul old woman next to the boy in bamboo clothes.

Some people want to save, but for the sake of the Fan family's great cause, they can only choose to retreat, such as Mrs. Gui.

Some people have no choice but to sacrifice their lives for the young man, such as the old boatman who is just around the corner.

Most people are just watching the excitement. The overall situation has been decided, so why should they be nervous?

At this moment, Chen Ping'an seemed to have a clear understanding of everyone's heart and feelings, but his expression was neither sad nor happy.

A pair of seals, landscape and water marks, slipped out of his sleeves and stopped above his head.

After the golden sword light collapsed, a pair of mountain and water marks were left. Only the water mark remained, and the mountain mark was gone.

On the high road.
Chapter completed!