That golden dragon vein seems to be spiritual, with a hint of resentment and unwillingness.
But under the dual effects of the emperor's bloodline and the black magic circle, it seemed that there was no other way but to get closer to Mojiu bit by bit.
Mo Jiu looked at this easily accessible dragon vein, his eyes began to heat up, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.
"Hahaha, Mo Ba, have you seen it? You don't need to do anything for this trip. I can complete the task by myself!" Mo Jiu laughed, seemingly full of pride.
At this moment, the breath on his body suddenly fluctuated. Before he could figure out what was happening, the spiritual energy in his body began to run wild uncontrollably.
"puff!"
Mo Jiu opened his mouth and spat out a bloody arrow. At the same time, his left knee softened and he knelt down on one foot!
"what happened?"
Mo Jiu looked around with a surprised look on his face, and saw that besides Mo Ba, the only one around him was the old beggar who was tied up with a rope.
"Qiao Wanli, you did it!"
Of course Mo Ba would not take action against himself, so the only possibility is this old beggar.
Qiao Wanli had a sneer on his face at this moment. Hearing this, he said sarcastically: "You are poisoned by the poison of '鸩鸰san', but don't you know who poisoned you?"
"鸩宇三?"
Mo Jiu was stunned when he heard this. This poison is invisible and colorless. Once it is integrated into the blood, it can provoke the spiritual power in the monk's body, causing the poisoned person's spiritual power to be confused. A magical power can only exert 30% of its power in a short period of time.
"It's you!" Mo Jiu suddenly woke up and looked at Liu Zihan under his palm.
At this moment, there was no trace of panic on Liu Zihan's face, and there was only coldness and hatred in his eyes!
"Hmph, you want to extract my Dayue Dragon Vein, do you think I don't know? I poured the poison of Zhen Yu San into the blood in my body just to die with you!"
Liu Zihan's face was full of madness. He raised his head and roared: "Without the inheritance of dragon vein, the destiny of our nation is not guaranteed. How can our ancestors' thousand-year inheritance be wasted in the hands of our generation? Several royal brothers are fighting openly and secretly, just for themselves.
I, Liu Zihan, am trying to make a profit, but I am doing it for the Dai Viet Dynasty!"
"I'll kill you!"
Mo Jiu shouted angrily, raised his hand and hit Liu Zihan directly on the back.
Liu Zihan's entire body flew out and hit the stone wall heavily. His whole body was covered in blood and flesh. He was obviously too dead to die anymore.
It's pitiful that this prince, who was devoted to the country, died like this after only a few days on the throne.
At this moment, a small golden dragon with five claws came out of the sky and hit Mo Jiu from behind.
Although Mo Jiu was poisoned by the "鸩 feather powder", he still had 30% of his magical power. He immediately struck back with his hand after hearing the sound, and a long sword composed of demonic energy shot out and slashed towards his back.
Seeing the demonic long sword piercing the sky and coming in force, Qiao Wanli dared to fight against it. This golden dragon of his was the foundation of his own Taoism. Once it was killed, his path to immortality would be completely cut off.
After all, although Qiao Wanli's "Buddha Capturing Dragon Technique" is mysterious, he is only a monk in the late stage of foundation building. Even if Mo Jiu only has three successes left, he is definitely not something he can fight against.
With a dragon roar, Qiao Wanli made a seal with one hand, hurriedly took back his golden dragon, stepped on the light, and instantly rushed into the air.
The demonic long sword moved forward, cutting out a huge deep pit where Qiao Wanli was just now with one strike.
But just because of this distraction, the dragon veins that had been pulled out of the stone statue shrank back and returned to the stone statue again.
However, Mo Jiu didn't care. He still had a secret method that could draw out Liu Zihan's remaining bloodline power to help him seize the dragon vein.
It will just take a little longer than before.
"It seems that everything happening now is the result of that dog emperor Liu Zihan and you, an old beggar!" Mo Jiu stared at Qiao Wanli in front of him and sneered.
Qiao Wanli glanced past Mo Jiu, glanced at Liu Zihan who had died, and sighed softly: "What a pity for this child."
"Hey, are you still in the mood to pity others?" Mo Jiu laughed and said: "You don't naively think that with this kind of strategy, you can kill a monk who is in the middle stage of Juyuan Realm? Even if I
With only 30% strength, it would be easy to kill you!"
"He can't do it, what about me?"
A faint voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Mo Jiu's hair stood on end. It was clear that there were only three people in this cave: himself, Mo Ba, and Qiao Wanli in front of him. How could there be a voice from a fourth living person?
However, he didn't have time to think too much. The next moment, a huge golden dragon that was more than thirty feet long and had nine claws appeared out of thin air. In just one bite, he took the magic nine into his mouth.
At this critical moment, Mo Jiu reacted extremely quickly. He saw black brilliance flashing all over his body, forming countless black sharp blades around him, and shooting towards the golden dragon's throat like a rain of swords.
And he himself turned into a black escaping light and rushed straight out of the dragon's mouth.
However, no matter how he attacked, the golden dragon remained impenetrable. No matter how the black sword rain fell, the golden light in the golden dragon's body only flickered a few times before catching it all.
Although this golden dragon is very similar to the one of Qiao Wanli, both the length of the dragon's body and the number of claws are far greater than Qiao Wanli's.
As for the power of the dragon, it is even more incomparable!
At this time, there was a person standing not far from the entrance of the cave. This person was tall and thin, with a clear face and clear eyes. He was also wearing a red official uniform.
If Liang Yan were here, he would surely recognize that this person was the Minister of Rites who brought him into the palace that day and then left alone: He Yunling!
When Qiao Wanli saw this person, his first reaction was to kneel down and shouted respectfully:
"Meet the Master!"
He Yunling smiled and nodded. He raised his hand and waved, and the golden dragon in mid-air suddenly glowed with light and bit into Mo Jiu again.
Mo Jiu's expression changed greatly, and he pinched the spell in his hand. A huge long sword composed of black demonic energy flew out from behind his head and slashed at the golden dragon in mid-air.
"Haha, Huang Jue Palace's 'Wuyu Gou Chen Fierce Demonic Sword', it seems that this fellow Taoist is a disciple of Huang Jue Palace!" He Yunling looked at this sword full of ferocious power, but his expression was calm and calm.
"If you were in your prime, I would still be a little wary, but now you only have 30% strength, what can you do to me?"
He Yunling sneered, and the magic formula in his hand changed. The golden dragon in mid-air opened its mouth and spit out a burst of golden light, which completely dispersed the long sword composed of demonic energy. Then, with a swing of the dragon's head, it swallowed Mojiu in again.
This time, Mo Jiu could no longer escape from the dragon's mouth. His black robe fell apart in mid-air, revealing a tall and thin man inside, with eyes full of fear.
"No!"
With an unwilling roar, Mo Jiu's entire body was swallowed by the golden dragon, and no trace of breath remained.