Chapter 351: Dragon Clouds Bring Rain, Dragon Breath Makes Smoke
Sixteen snake bodies were coiled around the treasure vase presented by Da Ao, with its mouth wide open and biting the cork, its head swaying left and right. Unexpectedly, the cork was tightly plugged, and even after several attempts, it could not be pulled out.
Xiao Yinqi became impatient, raised the snake's neck violently, and applied brute force, only to hear a crisp "pop" sound. The cork was still not pulled out, but the bottle was crushed by it.
He was busy thinking about it, and Sixteen activated a mysterious wind to gently hold the true dragon essence and blood dripping from the bottle.
A drop of blood about the size of a fingertip is brighter in color and clearer in luster than human blood. It doesn't look strange at all, but it smells so strange when it falls on Shiliu that it is almost impossible to control it.
lure.
Snake letter immediately started drooling. Master Sixteen swallowed half of it and drooled the other half.
The essence and blood of the real dragon are hanging in the air. To the east is a big dragon broken into two parts, and to the west is a small snake with drooling water.
Originally, he wanted to use dragon blood to repair the chariot, but when he smelled its wonderful taste, Xiaoliu hesitated and sat on the ground. After thinking hard for a long time, Shiliu finally made up his mind and spit all the saliva on the ground. His little body
He suddenly swooped up, showed his fangs, and took a hard bite at his dragon chariot!
After biting the dragon chariot to vent its anger, the little snake turned its spell, and the drop of true dragon essence and blood trembled and dripped on the seam of the upper and lower parts of the dragon's body.
The dragon's blood fell and made a soft ticking sound. It slowly seeped into the gap.
Then there was no more movement.
The dragon corpse didn't respond, and there was no strange phenomenon between heaven and earth. The little snake man stood up, shook its neck from side to side, looked up and down, and screamed in confusion.
You must know that the blood in the bottle is not ordinary dragon blood, but the Dao Tianlong of the Ao family, the essence of the God Emperor of the West Sea! If Xiaolong Chu lost this drop of blood, it would not be a joke to resurrect him. This dragon has been dead for a long time, even if
Even if he doesn't come back alive, he can at least let his wounds heal.
With a twitch of the tip of his tail, Shiliu jumped onto the huge corpse, scratched his head and put his head into the wound to see. The dragon's blood disappeared and it was unknown where it had seeped into.
After searching for a long time with no results, Shiliu ran to look at the dragon's head again. He opened his eyelids to look at the dragon's eyes, and reflected a small snake with black eye sockets and two white scales.
Eye screamed several times, the echo was dull; he ran out of his mouth to stretch the dragon's beard, the long beard was curled, was bitten by a small snake, stretched it straight, and when he let go, the dragon's beard returned to its original shape with a whooshing sound.
After exploring up and down for a long time, Shiliu crossed his body and buried his head in his body with great grievance. He couldn't figure it out, how could it be useless? What should have happened didn't happen, so he couldn't bear to part with the precious dragon blood.
If you eat it, it will be wasted on the dragon corpse, it is better to feed it to the dog.
Sixteen died of grievance. After curling up for a long time, he got up slowly, climbed up on the dragon's head dejectedly, and returned to his favorite dragon's ear.
Since the blood of the true dragon essence was dripped, all the little snake's thoughts were focused on the 'dragon chariot'. It had never noticed that in the sky of the Great Holy Jue, a dragon cloud condensed for unknown reasons. From vague to clear, a cloud arc began to appear.
Cloud scales, cloud horns, cloud claws, clouds, and dragon shapes are majestic and huge, crossing the sky of the Great Sage!
Su Jing had no idea that the little snake was back. One part of his mind could barely maintain Duogang practice, while the other nine minds gathered together and tried their best to visualize his original fire.
With the protection of the ghost robe and Su Jing's all-out effort, the spark that was so small that it was almost negligible slowly expanded. First it was as bright as a firefly, and then it became a three-inch flame. It took an incalculable amount of time, and now the spark has become
into a small bonfire.
Just looking at the size of the flame, if you move it into a clay oven, it can almost burn a casserole, which is enough for two or three people to sit around the stove and have a hot pot meal.
The fierce monk who was also in Su Jing's ancestral orifice had not moved since Tu Wan appeared. His body had not moved, and his face was changing all the time.
Occasionally, he seemed to be enlightened, as if he remembered the origin of the sword spirit in front of him, but soon his eyes became confused again;
Sometimes his eyes show mercy, and he seems to wake up, and his expression is peaceful for a moment. But it is only for a moment, and in the blink of an eye he turns into a madman again!
In the battle between heaven and man, the monk suffered far more than others imagined.
Tu Wan didn't move either, but the sword kept humming in a low voice.
It is no longer the angry roar when it first arrived, the sound of the sword is clear, and Tu Wandong sings, helping the monk regain his clarity.
Gradually, monk Qing Ning spent more and more time, and the duration became longer and longer, and the situation improved greatly!
But Su Jing didn't dare to be careless at all. He didn't even pay attention to the monk, he only focused on his own 'imagined fire', making it stronger and stronger.
Countless time passed, and finally the monk's expression completely calmed down, the blood in his eyes faded, the short corners between his brows and the fangs in his mouth slowly converged, and he turned back into the demented white-faced monk.
He looked at Tu Wan first, and seemed to think that the divine sword looked familiar, but the monk's eyes were still confused. After thinking for a while, he still shook his head. Then the monk raised his eyes and looked around, obviously shocked: "Zuqiao Lingtai? Why am I here?
This kind of place?”
All the past events have been forgotten, but the most basic knowledge has not been lost. The monk smiled bitterly: "When you enter the ancestral orifice, am I here to seize the body? Wouldn't that mean you are possessed by a demon! A sin, a sin."
As he spoke, he turned around to leave, but when he turned halfway, his movements suddenly stiffened.
Their backs were facing each other, and his face was invisible, but his murmur was clearly audible: "Seize the body? I'm here to seize the body. How can I seize the body? How can a living person seize the body of another person?"
As he said this, his shoulders gradually began to twitch.
Tu Wan's soft singing never stopped. Ever since the sword spirit entered Su Jing's body, he had never been more patient than before.
In the Great Saint Jue Cave, a sudden thunder resounded in all directions!
After the thunder, it rained heavily.
Shiliu huddled in the dragon's ears, his body curled up and listless.
There was endless thunder and lightning flashing outside, the rain was falling violently, and there was an earth-shaking noise. Shiliu was very annoyed. Unfortunately, he didn't have any hands to plug his ears, and secondly, he didn't have any ears to plug, so he could only squirm a few times.
, and arched deep into Dalong's cochlea. Suddenly, an idea flashed in Master Sixteen's mind: Rain?
The sky in the Great Saint Jue Cave has always been sunny and windy, and the thick demonic aura hides the water spirit that nourishes everything. It has never rained!
In surprise, Shiliu transformed into black light and rushed out of Long'er to check for clues.
As soon as they entered the rain, Shiliu's body froze, and his mouth suddenly grew big. His vagina was originally the reincarnation of the evil dragon, so he could tell clearly: this was no ordinary rain!
This rain does not come naturally, it is driven by a real dragon.
In ancient times, those really great dragons all used rain as their driving force. Wherever they went, there was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain!
A sudden bolt of lightning pierced the sky. Sixteen raised his head in horror. The afterglow of the lightning was not dissipated, shining in the dark clouds. In the rolling black cloud array, there was an impressive long snow-white smoke dragon cloud spreading rain. The dragon's energy made smoke, which was the true dragon's energy.
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‘Dragon Smoke’ bared its teeth and claws, swimming back and forth between the dark clouds.
In an instant, Shiliu understood it clearly. The drop of essence and blood dripping into the 'Dragon Chariot' must first be used in the sky, and then be used on the dragon corpse on the ground.
Sixteen was overjoyed, but before he could cheer for joy, there was a sudden loud roar of a dragon between the sky and the earth, thousands of miles of dark clouds violently trembled and rolled, and thousands of lightning bolts struck out from all over the dark clouds at the same moment, all striking into the white streak.
Within the dragon smoke.
The dragon smoke suddenly collapsed, and all the true dragon energy between the dark clouds and white smoke was tempered by the sky thunder, turning into a golden dragon shadow, swinging straight down from the nine heavens, and piercing into the dragon corpse.
Crazy thunder exploded, the purple arc went crazy, the heavy rain fell like crazy, the dragon's roar in the dark became louder and louder, every vibration annihilated all the sounds in the world!
The golden dragon shadow submerged into the dragon corpse, and in the blink of an eye, a brilliant arc of golden light bloomed from the crack between the two dragon corpses! It was so dazzling but did not leak out. As soon as the golden light bloomed, it turned into light waves, rising from the crack, and separated.
It slowly spreads towards the two squares of the dragon's head and dragon's tail, and spreads away.
Visible to the naked eye, the corpse is raw flesh! That ferocious wound healed quickly, but it was more than just a wound? Even if Xiao Yinqi thought he knew enough about the effectiveness of the true dragon essence and blood, he still despised it!
Without Commander Sixteen, the body of the big vermilion dragon on the ground was trembling, its closed dragon eyes were wide open, its golden gaze was like a torch; its curled dragon whiskers were rolled up and swaying mightily; its four dragon claws were like hooks and deeply dug into the soil beneath it;
There were also unwilling and dull roars blooming from its throat, struggling to respond to the roar of the underworld dragon.
It was raining like crazy, and Shiliu was laughing like crazy. He screamed randomly, and his little body turned into black light. The speed seemed to be faster than the lightning in the clouds, and it flew up and down around the 'Dragon Chariot'.
, after looking at the dragon's scales and looking at the dragon's tail, he rushed back to the front to look at the dragon's head. He immediately remembered that he had to pay attention to the wound. From the wound, he looked at the dragon's claw.
Shiliu is very busy. Although the dragon's blood is melted into the dragon corpse and there is no need to cast spells or take care of it, and there is nothing to do with it anymore, Shiliu is still very busy.
When the great sage was having sex with his vagina, the white-faced monk in the ancestral aperture platform stopped twitching and suddenly returned to his senses!
The short horns grow again, the fangs protrude again, and the monk is possessed by the devil again!
When he thought of seizing the body, he thought of his own 'death'. When he learned that he was dead, he fell into the devil's realm again, and this time his fall was even more complete. He turned around without any hesitation, with his eyes full of ferociousness and his fingers like hooks, towards
The flame in the center of the spiritual platform swooped away.
Tu Wan stopped singing, and instead let out a deep sigh, then the sword spirit tilted and shot at the vicious monk!
The ferocious monk roared and screamed strangely, but Tu Wan no longer roared angrily, and just remained silent, fighting with the ferocious monk and forming a ball!
In Su Jing's view, the battle group with one monk and one sword was just a rolling mass of black wind, and the specific circumstances of the fierce fight could not be seen at all.
Not long after the fierce battle, suddenly the monk's fierce laughter rang out: "Tu Wan? Tu Wan! What are you slaughtering? If you can slaughter the dark night and welcome back the bright sun, what's the use! You can save the world, but also save the world.
No sentient beings! God deserves to die, and all sentient beings deserve to die too. Why are you trying to save damned things? Damn things, you can’t save them no matter how hard you try!”——
I really haven’t written down today’s additional updates, so I’ll just update them two now. I’ll continue to pay off the debt tomorrow, I’m sorry everyone.
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