In Zhenlong Cave, dust and mist swirled and danced, the sound of scriptures surged, and the power of thoughts turned into invisible waves.
The black dragon-locked chain emits the light of mantras of magical power, like thunder and lightning, winding and piercing into the depths of the towering and huge dragon bones. The painful dragon roars, the space vibrates, and the buzzing echoes.
Then came the dragon soul's wanton laughter, full of heartiness.
"Hahaha, you human being, you fell into my trap without even realizing it. Let's see what other tricks you can do this time."
The chanting of scriptures suddenly stopped.
The empty cave suddenly became calm, the dragon's power disappeared without a trace, and the dust slowly fell to the ground with the black air.
Tu Kun poked out his funny head with a small yellow beard and yellow eyes from the rugged rocks. Lu Zi stepped on the broken bones and debris under his hooves. Thunder light lingered on his body. Yang Shuilan and Lezi stopped suddenly. The four people's expressions changed with fear. He looked at the viewer who raised his left hand to stop them.
The palm that had just been pressed on the black chain was as black as ink, and there were wisps of black energy that was twisting like a living thing and crazily penetrated into the palm.
"The chain is poisonous, don't come here!"
The moment Zhang Wenfeng realized he was poisoned, he moved his palm away, but Yuanrou couldn't stop the poison from spreading.
The Dragon King was too shady. Previously, Lezi and Yang Shuilan were in different positions in front, and they were fine when they touched and pressed the black chain. Only he fought desperately to break through the blockade, and worked hard to get to the end of the black chain and press it to be poisoned.
The old demon who has been around for thousands of years has calculated people's hearts very carefully, and it is as clever as clumsy.
It was estimated that he would not check carefully in his rush and was eager for revenge, which made him suffer a big loss.
He raised the Xuanyuan Sword and prepared to cut off his entire arm, but suddenly stopped.
It was such a powerful poison. A trace of poison had already penetrated into his shoulders along the skin like lightning, leaving a line of fine lines that were as faint as clouds. The poison attacked his body, and his Yuan Hong couldn't resist it.
After a moment's pause, more and more poisonous threads clung to the body and eroded.
"It's ambergris soul poison..."
Tu Kun screamed, he couldn't figure it out. There was only a soul left in that dragon soul. Where did the saliva come from and combined with the soul power to refine the poison? It is said that there are other stringent conditions for refining ambergris saliva soul poison.
Those traces of black energy were like the black energy of a living thing, which was the poison that lost its intelligence and was refined from its own soul threads extracted by the dragon soul. The dragon king was cruel and used his back tricks one after another, regardless of the loss of his own dragon soul. It is also necessary to eliminate the great worry of the Guanzhu.
"Hahaha, human boy, are you surprised? I treat you well, right?"
Dragon Soul's previous grievances and pains were wiped away, including the humiliation suffered ten years ago. At this moment, all the principal and interest were repaid. Once the principal was repaid, he made a huge profit. He said: "Back then, I dealt with that six-year-old man." Even high-level warriors are not willing to spend a lot of money to refine ambergris soul poison. Boy, you should feel honored!"
Zhang Wenfeng responded indifferently: "Old Long, what can a mere poison do to me? Let's wait and see."
He held a small, thin, dark yellow jade-like turtle shell between his fingers holding the hilt of the sword.
The tortoise patterns are of different shades and are intertwined, forming a complex rune pattern that is as natural as nature itself.
At this time, the yellow light flickered among the turtle patterns, forming a virtual turtle shell in the blink of an eye. The light was dim and less than ten feet in size, and it trapped Guanzhu Zhang and the bronze puppet that had taken advantage of the gap just now.
The dragon soul roared, and the violent black energy rushed forward, but it was a step slower.
The majesty of the dragon is like substance, carrying the strong wind and dust against the virtual cover of the yellow turtle shell, making a loud "bang" sound. The virtual cover shakes left and right, the light flickers on and off, but it is like a rock in the violent storm and remains unbreakable. There are cracks on the ground. Light streaks climbed in all directions.
"Everyone, enjoy the gifts given to you by the Dragon King, haha!"
Guanzhu Zhang's voice clearly came out of the virtual mask, and it was transmitted to several companions, with an unseemly and mean-spirited tone.
Fortunately, the old man Fushan gave him two talismans to save his life. At the critical moment, he used one of the "black turtle talismans like a mountain". He did not have sixth-level strength and needed to silently recite a special spell to activate it. part of the power.
The dragon soul has already lost its body. Although the attack is fierce, it cannot be killed at once.
The explosion was purely based on Long Wei's brutal crushing, and time slowly passed away. If you want to destroy this sixth-level turtle talisman, I'm afraid it will take a hundred years.
There was such a huge difference in Old Fushan's attitude towards him, and it took him a long time to figure it out before he understood it.
The old turtle saw that he had great merits and made friends with him in a silent way. He acted as a guide and gave him turtle amulets. He was much smarter than the other two old monsters.
The yellow mist filled the air and quickly covered up the two figures in the virtual mask without a trace.
Sometimes the intermittent sound of salvation scriptures comes out vaguely from the roaring and noisy dragon, and a trace of talisman light pierces the depth of the dragon's body along the black chain, which is also intermittent, stimulating the painful dragon soul to become angry. The four people vented their anger outside and faced Long Wei.
Yang Shuilan and Lezi took the lead and rushed to the valley formed by the undulating flying rocks, and joined Lu Zijin to fight against the wrath of the dragon soul.
The black energy swept away, and the crazy impact suppressed the two people and one donkey who relied on them.
Lu Zijin bears the most pressure outside, with lightning flowing around his body and tempering his body in a leisurely manner.
Protector Youtu controlled the rocks to withstand most of the pressure. He was still in the mood to tease his temple master, and said in a message: "I bet that the temple master has the means to easily break the "ambergris soul poison". We don't need to worry about him." Sometimes, the master of the temple is so mean that it makes people’s teeth itch. That stupid dragon king thinks he has a trick, but he is actually working hard to help us exercise. Brother Lezi, do you think this is true?"
Lezi sat cross-legged on the ground, his body shining with brilliance. After all, he was only at the late third level of cultivation, and he was the weakest among these people. Fortunately, he was a martial artist. Relatively speaking, he was more resistant than Yang Shuilan, who did not use magic weapons. The voice transmission replied, "Strange. , I am not worried about the safety of the patron at all, it seems that there is no trouble that the patron cannot solve, no matter how troublesome it is, it will not be a problem for him."
Tu Kun, whose head poked out from the rock, was also being tempered by the power of the Chaos Dragon. With the help of flying stones, he was under pressure from everywhere. He needed tempering that could consume his magic power and shock his soul. He smiled sinisterly and said: "Lu Zi Jin, you said that your temple master is "cheap". I couldn't agree more. When the temple master is out of trouble, I will ask him..."
"Don't, Master Tu, you are provoking trouble. Don't say nonsense. The master likes to hold grudges the most... Well, the master is heroic and courageous. He is a beacon for our monks on the way forward. He is A role model for our monks..."
Luzi's face did not change when he entered the donkey, and he said unconscionable words in front of everyone.
"Donkey, stop being such a disgusting person!"
"Brother Lu, shut up!"
"Stop talking!"
Even Yang Shuilan couldn't help but send a message to protest.
It’s so disgusting. How can they not know clearly what kind of person and conduct the master is?
He is as gentle as the spring breeze to his own people, extremely patient, and his character is beyond words. He is as cruel and ruthless to his enemies as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves. He uses all means to attack from multiple angles, and is insidious and cunning...
Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan both happened to have a period of time when they were at odds with the viewer. Although the length of time was different, they both felt the same way about the viewer's "badness" and it was unforgettable.
Just a donkey running errands with the viewer behind the saddle, shut up, you have no right to speak.
Lu Zijin aroused public outrage and muttered: "Aren't you curious about how the master of the temple detoxifies the poison?"
Inside the virtual cover of the turtle shell.
The little old man transformed by You Mengchang is only four feet tall. He stretches out a finger of his right hand to touch the black palm of the artist's left hand. He quickly performs sutras with his right hand and recites strange incantations quickly in his mouth.
An old monster who has lived for thousands of years and is also known as the "Dream Demon", he is an expert at dealing with soul poison and it is a piece of cake.
What's more, the strength of that dragon soul is weak, and it is about the same as the current You Meng Chang. You Meng Chang is very confident that he can collect the very rare dragon soul silk so that he can devour it as a supplement.
Zhang Guanzhu had already put away the Xuanyuan Sword, and put his right hand on the shoulder of the bronze puppet. The puppet was holding the black chain with both hands, which acted as an isolation in the middle. The poison contaminated on the black chain would not attack the lifeless puppet. .
The leader of the temple recited scriptures intermittently to give some stimulation to the furious dragon soul outside.
He tried to recite Taoist scriptures silently and used golden light to stop the soul poison from eroding his chest, and found that he could kill the most difficult soul poison.
Dragon Soul Silk, and the remaining "Ambergris Poison" required him to spend time and mana to slowly expel it out of the body with Yuan Rou.
In this case, it would be better to let the old man Mengmei, who woke up earlier and sent a message to stop him from doing the stupid thing of cutting his arm with a sword, do it for him. According to the old man, this is a rare opportunity and a great thing.
There is a sixth-level turtle talisman outside to protect him. Even if the dragon soul is furious, there is nothing he can do to it. Inside, there is a miserly and clever woman named Youmeng, peeling off cocoons to collect poisons.
He was like a carefree person, staying out of the storm.
Then, continue to use your mind power to stimulate the dragon soul, and let those outside enjoy the tempering of the dragon soul.
After all, the opportunity is rare, and Dragon Soul is so hardworking and enthusiastic.
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(Don’t rush, everyone, I’ll get the small copy tomorrow and use Donkey’s credibility to guarantee it)
