In the sky.
The dark clouds were torn into messy flying catkins, the thunder was like countless flying birds, and the two huge creatures were fighting hard in the most primitive way.
Red scales accompanied by the slag of broken bones shot out like meteorites in the sparks caused by friction. The real dragon panted violently, looking extremely miserable.
Half of his red dragon tail was torn off with its flesh and blood attached. There were several crater-like wounds on his body, with blood and thunder spilling out of them. At the edge, dark energy mixed with blood swam, hindering the recovery of the wound.
His golden vertical pupils reflected the purple-clothed woman who was only the size of his own claw. In front of her, the bone dragon as big as a mountain was twisting like a dying centipede, and was shattered inch by inch with a crazy roar.
"No, fellow Taoist, please seek help from the Purple Jade Sect quickly!" Zhenlong's words sounded like a blower, taking advantage of the rare opportunity to recover from his injuries.
Fairy God looked back at him and shook her head:
"No, this place has already confused the sky, making it impossible to send messages."
Countless white bone fragments, large and small, floated in the air like meteorite belts, and dense bloodshot threads gushed out from them like worms. They twisted and tangled, pulling each bone fragment together.
It was quickly reassembled into a bone dragon hundreds of feet tall. Endless red threads were like the ugly thread marks of a tailor, flowing on the white bone dragon.
It quickly retracted under the bones, and a complete bone dragon appeared in front of one person and one dragon again. The red flames in the eye sockets danced with crazy light.
Before this, the bone dragon had been chopped into pieces by a sword in the same way several times.
A majestic and ferocious red dragon head poked out from behind the fairy. His huge left eye reflected the figure of the fairy and he said:
"Then there is only one way..."
Roar! ! !
The real dragon, which had rested for a long time, dragged the blood all over the sky and collided with the bone dragon in the most brutal way.
Bang!
The flowing red blood turned into wisps of clouds and thunder, with countless silver-white lightnings jumping among them, connecting with each other. Finally, it filled the world and suddenly formed a huge spherical thunder sea.
Deep in the thunder sea, two huge bodies were bathed in thousands of thunders, entangled and fighting.
"Fellow Taoist, if this officer is successfully resurrected, Pinjiang will be divided and all life will be in ruins!
I will fight to the death to stop this bone dragon, and my fellow Taoist will quickly destroy the Dragon Burial Waterfall. This kindness will never be forgotten! "
A huge roar rang in his ears, and the god and fairy looked at the dragon climbing platform with cold eyes.
...
On the dragon platform.
Lu Ke's large temple blessing clothes fluttered in the wind, and he looked at Su Xing quietly.
Lu Ke came back from the dead in a short time, and a sense of despair enveloped everyone.
"Cuckoo's singing...Cuckoo's singing!" Yun Meirong suddenly thought of something and shouted loudly:
"I remembered, this is an authentic foundation-building method used by the ancient demon sect. It allows a mortal to forcibly burst out the foundation-building combat power.
The foundation of enlightenment is a stream of extremely sad blood, and those who build the foundation need to cultivate a breath of extremely sad energy before they can build it!
Not only does the quality of Tao-Building Blood have extremely high requirements, it also has many other shortcomings and is gradually being lost. "
As she spoke, her voice gradually dropped:
"Build the foundation this way, and when the blood runs out, the person will die."
A feeling of discouragement suddenly surged in the hearts of several people, as that mouth of blood had the same origin as the bone dragon in the sky and the blood pool on the cliff. Now the bone dragon has been killed by the gods and fairies several times, but it has died repeatedly.
How can Lu Ke's Tao-building blood be exhausted?
At this moment, a figure appeared outside the Essence and Blood Climbing Dragon Platform.
The divine fairy swept through the crowd and struck upwards with her sword without saying a word.
Bang!
Lu Ke was split in half, and Jiang Yu he was carrying fell heavily to the ground.
But countless bloodshot eyes gushed out from each of the two broken bodies, and they were "pieced" together, and she looked at the god and fairy calmly.
The god and fairy did not look at her. In her picturesque eyes, the purple pupils flickered with fluorescence and swept across the dragon platform.
She is born a god and possesses two kinds of magical powers. It is called Tongming, and it is called the heart of the sword. The latter made her unparalleled in swordsmanship. The former allows her to see the truth of everything at a glance.
At this moment, she understood that this Essence Bluestone Platform had the same origin as Gao Ya, and was the key to the Climbing Dragon Waterfall. Her eyes seemed to be looking through a long waterfall, looking towards the thousand-meter blood pool below. To destroy the blood pool, you must first smash the Dragon Climbing Platform.
However, the sword attack just now broke through the outer layer of defense from the blood pool on the Dragon Climbing Platform, and the aftermath of the sword energy killed Lu Ke once.
But it failed to leave a trace of sword marks on the bluestone platform.
Looking at the pensive god and fairy, Lu Ke did not move rashly. Although she cannot be killed completely at this time, the gods can kill her again and again to block her actions.
She spoke calmly, as if she had seen through what the gods and fairies were thinking:
"This bluestone platform can be cut without stopping. Emperor Lihe is the heir of the Dragon God. He has been resurrected and is the same as the Purple Jade Sect. Why don't you retreat, fellow Taoist."
He glanced at Su Xing:
"I can ensure the safety of the remaining disciples of your sect..."
"No, it can be cut off." The fairy god suddenly interrupted Lu Ke.
There was a trace of hesitation on her beautiful face.
Everyone suddenly remembered the purple thunder pool that the real dragon had brewed before at the expense of the dragon beads, forcing the bone dragon to abandon Burial Dragon Abyss.
Could it be that the divine fairy can use similar Taoist magic, but even if she has the power of forming pills, she will still be in the foundation-building realm after all.
That kind of Taoist technique has a vague meaning that transcends the realm of pill formation.
Lu Ke was silent for a while, then suddenly said:
"Fairy God, could it be that he believed in the real dragon in the sky? If he was really not afraid of death, he should have asked his Taoist friends to drag Emperor Lihe and destroy the Dragon Burial Waterfall at the risk of exploding the dragon beads.
It's a pity... He is so greedy for life and afraid of death, how dare he do such a thing by himself. "
Lu Ke seemed to know the Master of the Water Palace very well in his words.
But the fairy god shook her head and said in a voice like a clear spring:
"My sword was not for the real dragon. It was for the hundred-mile sea of corpses I saw along the way, for the evil dragon that would split Pinjiang, and for the death of a Purple Jade Sect disciple. "
Lu Ke looked at the god and fairy calmly:
"I believe that fairies really have the means to crush Dragon Burial Waterfall, but I'm afraid it will cost a lot. Is it really worth it for these dead people?
Have you ever thought that if you cut off this sword, more people might die? "
The cold moon-like face of the divine fairy suddenly showed a trace of distress, as if the aloof fairy had a touch of earthly fireworks and was out of place. Only Su Xing understood that underneath that seemingly cold personality was actually a worldly simplicity.
She said with a headache:
"I don't know if it's worth it."
Then, the distressed expression faded and he looked at Lu Ke seriously:
"But I will cut out this sword."
Lu Ke's eyes, which had been as calm as death from beginning to end, showed a wave of fluctuation for the first time.
"It would have been great if you had used this sword sixty years ago."
The voice was almost too low, and the god fairy was slightly puzzled:
"What?"
"It's nothing." Lu Ke raised his hand calmly, "Please ask the fairy to cut this sword."
An inappropriate voice suddenly remembered:
"etc!"
