"Evil! You want to use the power of my blood, do I allow it?"
The angry voices of the three crazy Taoists reached the ears of the Dragon King Prince, which immediately chilled his heart.
But he was a little strange in his heart, what is the power of your blood?
Before he could figure this out, a small crystal sword of consciousness pierced deeply into his sea of consciousness. The Dragon King Crown Prince let out a wail, and his spellcasting was immediately interrupted.
Then, He Ping'an's whole body was glowing with dark golden light, and in a flash, he suddenly appeared in front of the Dragon King Prince.
The hundred-foot-long golden body seemed insignificant in the face of the miles-long giant dragon body. However, as the dark golden light shone on the dragon's body, a terrifying pressure swept out from the hundred-foot-long golden body and directly swept away the Dragon King Prince. Lie down at the bottom of Xuanjiang River.
"boom!"
The Dragon Prince fell to the bottom of the water and was still trying to struggle. Suddenly, strong winds raged in front of him. A huge dark golden fist hit the left dragon head, and a blood hole about ten feet wide appeared on the left forehead.
The blood light suddenly appeared, and the green dragon's blood splashed out from the blood hole like spring water.
The Dragon Prince suffered such a heavy blow that he immediately became sluggish and no longer dared to struggle randomly.
"This dragon's blood is a good thing and cannot be wasted."
He Ping'an raised his hand, and a yellow gourd appeared in his hand. Then he opened the mouth of the gourd, and the green dragon's blood was immediately sucked into the gourd.
This yellow gourd was a reward that He Pingan had received before. It was of no use except that it could hold some things. It was most suitable to use it at this time.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these dragon tendons, bones, and claws are all just stupid..."
He Ping'an circled around the huge dragon body of the Dragon King. Looking at the huge dragon body was like looking at an endless treasure, with a burning look in his eyes.
His hungry eyes immediately made the Dragon King's heart tremble, as if he had seen the terrifying scene of himself being skinned and cramped.
At this time, he finally understood the meaning of He Ping'an's words before.
Feelings, he has regarded himself as his private property...
"Senior, as long as you spare this junior, there are endless treasures in the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and you can choose whatever you want."
"I don't know how many times more valuable than the muscles and bones of this junior."
The Dragon Prince noticed that this sloppy old Taoist seemed to be more interested in these treasures and begged for mercy.
"real?"
A strange color flashed in He Pingan's eyes and he asked.
"Junior is absolutely telling no lies. As long as senior lets me go back, my father is absolutely willing to exchange any treasure with you."
"In the Dragon Palace, not to mention many, there are many magical weapons at hand. A square halberd with a painted pole can be used for both large and small. It contains the spirit of the Eight Wild Fire Dragons. As long as you inject mana, you can summon the Eight Desolate Fire Dragons. The wild fire dragon comes out to help..."
The Dragon Prince enumerated the treasures in the Dragon Palace with a flattering voice, just to arouse the greed in He Ping'an's heart.
"There are so many treasures..."
He Ping'an's eyes shone and he said with a smile, his expression softened a lot.
A trace of disdain flashed in the heart of the Dragon Prince, although this sloppy Taoist was in the realm of Golden Immortal and was not yet a country boy.
He could survive with just a little trick. When the time comes, his father's true form will arrive. Father and son will join forces to kill this sloppy Taoist.
"but......"
At this moment, He Ping'an paused for a moment, his eyes flashing with light: "You use these to test the true immortals. Which true immortal can't withstand such a test?"
"Well......"
The Dragon Prince's face was stunned. He didn't understand what He Ping'an meant. He thought he was too young and quickly said: "In addition to this painting pole square halberd, there are many immortal weapons in the Dragon Palace..."
"Is there still a Ruyi Golden Cudgel?"
He Pingan asked.
"how do you know?"
The Dragon Prince was stunned again and blurted out, but then he regretted it.
This wishful golden cudgel was made by the ancient great powers who collected various kinds of nine-turn iron. Later, it was tossed and turned repeatedly and fell into the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.
It has always been the most precious treasure in the Dragon Palace and has been kept secret. How did this sloppy Taoist know about it?
'Oh, because I have read the four famous works...'
He Ping'an smiled secretly in his heart, and then said playfully: "Little loach, you are so dishonest!"
"There are obviously good treasures, but they are unwilling to give them away."
"Could it be that your little life is not as valuable as that Ruyi Golden Cudgel?"
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and raised his fist, ready to make a hole in the Dragon Prince's right forehead, keeping both sides symmetrical.
The Dragon Prince secretly complained in his heart, who knew that you, a sloppy old man, even knew the secret treasure of the Dragon Palace.
He quickly begged for mercy: "Senior, please spare your life, Xiaolong is willing to offer the Ruyi Golden Cudgel..."
Regardless of whether his father agreed or not, his life still mattered if he agreed first.
Unexpectedly, a sneer suddenly appeared on He Ping'an's face, and he asked coldly: "And then join forces with your father to take down Pindao?"
"Uh...senior was joking...listen to junior's cunning...explanation..."
The Dragon Prince was exposed and spoke quickly, but in a hurry, he accidentally said the wrong thing, which made him feel awkward.
At this time, He Ping'an stopped playing with him and punched out again. A blood hole was immediately punched out on the right forehead of the Dragon King's Crown Prince, and green blood flowed out and was led into the gourd.
The Dragon Prince screamed again, but all his magic power was suppressed by He Pingan, unable to struggle, so he could only plead: "Senior, Xiaolong is willing to recognize his master and become your mount."
In his opinion, he is a true dragon and if he is willing to recognize He Ping'an as his master, he will definitely not be rejected.
"Haha... I can take a toad as a spiritual pet, but I will not take a monster that kills people."
The Sky-Swallowing Demon King who was far away in Xuanyang suddenly sneezed: "Damn it, who is scolding me behind my back?"
He Ping'an smiled indifferently, and then said: "In the fifteenth year of Emperor Jiaming, Ao Jia, the crown prince of the Dragon King, led a hundred thousand water tribesmen to raid Daxuan Jiangzhou and devour tens of thousands of humans."
"In the thirty-fourth year of Emperor Jiaming's reign, Ao Jia, the crown prince of the Dragon King, made waves in the East China Sea and set off huge waves. Countless seawater poured into the Daxuan coast. One hundred thousand acres of farmland in Qingzhou were flooded and hundreds of thousands of people were displaced."
"The forty-eighth year of Emperor Jiaming..."
He Ping'an recounted all the crimes committed by the Dragon King Prince Ao Jia on the border of Daxuan.
These are all recorded in the eucalyptus scrolls of Daxuan Military Department and Changsheng Palace. He Ping'an happened to see them a few months ago.
This does not include the human races that the Dragon King Prince devoured outside the territory, and they are not recorded in the eucalyptus.
Hearing this, Ao Jia's face turned ashen, knowing that he might not be able to escape death today. A sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he was about to activate the magic power in his body to self-destruct.
"Little loach, you want to blow yourself up, are you worthy?"
He Ping'an's consciousness had been paying attention to Ao Jia's every move, and when he noticed something strange in him, a cold voice sounded in Ao Jia's mind.
Before Ao Jia could react, there was a "puff" in his ears, and he felt a pain in his abdomen. He saw that He Ping'an's hand suddenly became extremely huge, directly inserted into his abdomen covered with green dragon scales, and brought out a A pearl that looks like a star.
Among the orbs, there is also a cyan mini dragon swimming in it, crystal clear and really beautiful.
As the orb was taken out, Ao Jia seemed to have lost all strength, his four claws were weak, and his eyes were distracted.
"This...this is my Dragon Ball!"
Ao Jia spurted a mouthful of blue dragon blood with blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and the ferocious dragon's face was full of despair.
"It's mine now."
He Pingan smiled calmly.
Then with a flick of his hand, the crystal dragon ball was put into the broken cauldron.
He stopped talking nonsense and directly penetrated Ao Jia's sea of consciousness with his spiritual consciousness, peeling off his dragon soul from the sea of consciousness.
This dragon soul has other uses, so I am not in a hurry to kill it at this time.
The dragon body that stretched for several miles lost its dragon ball and soul. The blood-red dragon eyes suddenly lost their vitality. The huge dragon body exuded a dull death aura.
He Ping'an waved his hand and cast a spell, scattering beans and forming an army. Hundreds of golden warriors suddenly appeared in front of him.
With the improvement of He Ping'an's cultivation, the cultivation of these hundreds of yellow turban warriors has reached the half-step transcendence level.
If you only need quantity, you can scatter thousands of golden warriors who have reached the first level of cultivation with a wave of your hand.
By analogy, tens of thousands of golden warriors with second-level cultivation can also be scattered.
"go!"
He Ping'an pointed at the dead dragon body in front of him, and hundreds of golden warriors immediately swarmed forward. The golden halberds in their hands wreaked havoc on the dragon body, and put all the materials on the dragon body into the storage magic weapon.
In the blink of an eye, the dragon's body, which was huge just now, was dismembered by these hundreds of golden warriors, and in the end, only a skeleton that was light and smooth and winding for miles was left.
"This skeleton cannot be wasted..."
He Ping'an pointed his finger, and the fetus changed shape. He turned the skeleton into the size of a person and put it into the broken small cauldron.
