"Old man!!!"
The furious old dragon had no time to turn around, so he could only use the banyan tree to activate the wooden dragon. The two surrounding wooden dragons wrapped their might and grabbed the old monster Jing who was already standing next to the coffin, covered in white light.
"Buzz."
Old Monster Jing smiled, white blazing light flew out from his side, magic spells were formed, and a light shield formed in front of him: "Nielong, how can you take care of me when you are wrestling with Lord Tushan!"
As he spoke, he extended his gaze to look at Tu Shanjun, who was holding a virtual flag, a green face and fangs, condensing energy to perform a strange and slow show. There was appreciation and praise in his eyes, as well as a little bit of surprise.
It seems that he did not expect Tushanjun to have such strength and be able to push Nielong, who was unable to use all his cultivation skills, to such a point.
But this is better.
Without the delay of Tu Shanjun and Chi Xuan, he would not have been able to awaken the sealed body. If he had awakened the body in advance, he would have faced off against the old dragon, wasting all his strength and unable to fulfill his long-cherished wish.
Tu Shanjun's face was gloomy, he already knew that he had been deceived.
No matter what difficulties Senior Jing had or what kind of wishes he had, he always took advantage of them. Being deceived and used by others naturally makes people feel angry and disturbs their mood, but this is obviously not the time to get angry casually.
"Sure enough, there are no good things that fall from the sky in this world." Tu Shanjun murmured in his heart, staring at Old Monster Jing. There was not much in his eyes, but his thoughts were racing around.
Monster Jing said nothing to the two of them, and his eyes did not change at all. He withdrew his gaze and reached out to the bronze coffin in front of him.
Qia Youlang's eyes were full of excitement and ecstasy.
"After so many years, I'm finally back."
"Old man."
"How dare you reach out!"
The roar of the old dragon was heard, and the entire giant banyan tree trembled. A hole opened in the sky, and countless small thunder snakes danced, turning into wild dragons, tearing apart the white light in front of them.
The canopy of coercion seemed to be swept by wind and clouds, turning into a torrent of arrogance.
"Why not?"
"This was originally my thing." Old Monster Jing shouted and looked down at the coffin in front of him, and his palms fell again: "I'm just getting my things back."
There was a person lying inside the coffin.
A person who looks exactly like Mr. Jing.
Close your eyes tightly.
If it weren't for the fact that there was no rise and fall of breathing in the chest and no breath blooming around the body, it would be easy for people to misunderstand that he was asleep.
However, when Old Monster Jing reached out to touch this body, the body in front of him was like quicksand and dust, unable to maintain its true shape, and turned into collapsed smoke and dust flying in all directions.
The originally filled with joy and complacency, Old Monster Jing stared blankly, his pupils narrowed to the point of a needle, his arms stiffened and motionless, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his body trembled so that he had no time to catch the dispersed fine sand and smoke.
The dust he held tightly, trying to piece it back together.
But he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop his body from breaking apart.
"No."
"It shouldn't be like this."
"ah!"
"It can't be like this."
"Shouldn't."
Monster Jing cried and used his magic power to close his body: "My body, my body..."
At this moment, he didn't look like an old monk who was preparing for a rainy day and had extraordinary acting skills. Instead, he looked like a helpless and desperate octogenarian, watching hope slip away.
The old dragon was also a little stunned. The re-formed wooden dragon looked at the coffin and the dust.
The original anger seemed to disappear at this time.
He let out a long sigh and then spoke leisurely: "It turns out that so much time has passed. Even the Venerable's physical body can no longer be maintained."
"My flesh!" Old Monster Jing fell to the ground.
The old dragon stared at the old monster Jing and said angrily: "Bah, your body is nothing more than the incense-stained spiritual consciousness that the Venerable chopped off, but after so many years, it has turned you into a spirit!"
Monster Jing raised his head fiercely: "You evil dragon, you took the opportunity to injure me when I connected with the sacred tree with my spiritual consciousness, and stole my incense and Tao seeds and still survive to this day. It's true that I was his back-up, you
The Devourer's sneak attack is also true."
"I asked you why you can live so freely. It turns out that my body has become your inheritance." Old Monster Jing scolded him sternly, with such unconcealed anger that he seemed to no longer care about his true king's bearing.
"I want to live, what's wrong with me!"
"The way of incense has long since declined. I don't bother to use it at all, but if I don't use it, I will die."
Lao Long raised his hand and pointed at the coffin: "You!"
"Paipapai has reincarnated with his true spirit. I can't live with my injuries like that." The old dragon also roared and roared, as if he wanted to pour out all the resentment that had been accumulated for many years.
"That can't cover up your master-devouring behavior."
"Shit, I was living a good life. If you hadn't forcibly detained me and made me a slave, I wouldn't have been injured in Yuanyang Territory."
"If I hadn't protected you, you would have had your head chopped off when you were walking in the flood."
"Did you save me? Your Majesty saved me!"
"Your Majesty would not be as heartless as you."
"You said I don't have magnanimity, then what the hell is magnanimity? Is it magnanimity to plant incense Tao seeds with the power of transforming into a god and become the food for healing one's injuries? Or is it magnanimity to cut off one's own consciousness contaminated with incense and blend it into a body of incense god to replace oneself?
tolerance."
"Of course he has magnanimity. He turned into a god and turned me into his substitute. Why doesn't he have magnanimity?"
"I don't have the magnanimity of that person, otherwise I wouldn't have been attacked by you so much that I could only declare myself."
"..."
"You still have the nerve to say..."
The two True Lords above were spitting stars and flying in all directions. They did not have the magnanimity of the Nascent Soul True Lord. They seemed to be aware of the suppression of Dongtian's power and did not use any power beyond this level.
If it weren't for the fact that he was a great monk, every move he made could arouse Dongtian's rejection. Tushanjun had no doubt that this man and Yilong would start to strangle him.
Listening to the curses filling his ears, Tu Shanjun was shocked.
The monk who displayed a method that seemed to reach the heavens was not the True Lord of Nascent Soul. The old dragons all respected him as the Venerable. No wonder he couldn't heal his injuries. Even the small wilderness couldn't let an injured Venerable recover from his injuries, let alone the spiritual energy.
A cave of scarcity.
But what shocked Tu Shanjun even more was that the other party seemed to have been reincarnated and rebuilt.
If after falling into the cave, he found that he could not recover from his injuries and reincarnated directly, then after so many years, as long as he had not been without immortality, or died in the middle of the journey, his soul would have been scattered and his true spirit disappeared, his cultivation level should have been much better.
Of course, death cannot be ruled out. There are so many monks who have died on the road of cultivation, not to mention a few powerful ones.
The Ten Directions Ghost King's Killing Formation trapped the old dragon's condensed incense and fire god, and also enveloped the entire interior of Burial Scenery Peak. However, due to Tu Shanjun's limited cultivation, he could not rely on the formation to kill the old dragon in the Nascent Soul realm.
Now here comes another strange Jing who can't quite tell the difference between friend and foe. Although the other party showed no malice, he did not help him immediately, which shows that this kind of affection is not important enough in others' eyes.
Fortunately, I can divert less than half of the incense.
The incense accumulated by the old dragon is very huge, and sharing such half of the achievements has already caused changes in the soul flag.
Compared with the more than ten years of incense that Tu Shanjun had accumulated with Chi Xuan, it was like a small puddle and a vast ocean.
Using incense and evil spirits to nourish the soul banner was originally Tu Shanjun's favorite way in the past. However, as his cultivation progressed, the treasure areas with huge evil spirits were occupied by major sects, such as the Blood Evil Sect and the Corpse Refining Sect, which had an enmity with him.
Ben’s Corpse Demon Sect…
His cultivation level is strong for ordinary monks, but he does not dare to break into such a large sect. If there is any shortcoming, he will not improve his quality, but give him treasures.
However, Chi Xuan couldn't bear it and said first: "Senior Jing, we can work together to kill the old dragon to avenge you, and completely eliminate the incense in the cave. When the time comes, whether to go or stay, senior will decide."
Chi Xuan's voice wasn't loud, and he didn't have the extra mana to use sound transmission.
At this time, in this situation, it is meaningless to communicate or not. As long as they can join forces to kill the old dragon, they can slowly figure out the rest.
As soon as he said these words, the quarrel suddenly stopped.
One person and one dragon stopped in unison and looked at Chi Xuan who was speaking.
Although there was the sound of incense pouring down like a waterfall, the entire Burial Scenery Peak still sounded quiet, and all those noises became extremely weak in this weird atmosphere.
The old dragon glanced at Chi Xuan with a strange expression, and then moved his gaze to Old Monster Jing.
When Old Monster Jing heard this, he was stunned for a moment at first and then said happily: "Okay, okay! What little friend Chi Xuan said is very reasonable. We will not talk about anything else until we kill the evil dragon."
As he spoke, he frowned, shook his head and said, "No, no."
Chi Xuan asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"The power that can be exerted in the cave is limited. I don't have a seal to protect me. If I use too much power, I will be expelled from the cave. Going out like this is a narrow escape, and I don't want to lose my life."
"What should we do?"
"Why don't you, little friend, use the seal to leave first? When you leave the cave, throw the seal down. I will be protected by the seal and if I exert more power, I will force the old dragon to leave the cave."
Chi Xuan hesitated slightly, but still asked: "Why can't we join forces now to force him to leave?"
"It's hard, it's hard."
Strange Jing shook his head and said: "Cultivator Yuanying wants to die together. No one of us can leave except you. My friend wants to save Dongtian, not to see Dongtian's souls destroyed."
Tu Shanjun looked stern, this is a good way to let Chi Xuan leave the cave first.
However, Chi Xuan stared at the Incense Taoist Tree and then at Tu Shanjun. He promised the real person to collect evil spirits and not leave easily. Without this huge evil energy to advance the magic weapon, the real person would have to face thunder disaster when he went out.
He is already a great real person in the later stage of Jindan, instead of the down-and-out Taoist priest who didn't know anything.
Chi Xuan thought carefully, maybe he could lend the seal to Senior Jing first, and then...
"Exactly the opposite."
Chi Xuan, who was in deep thought, raised his head and frowned at the old dragon who was speaking. It was the incense and fire god condensed by the old dragon. Although suppressed by the killing array, it opened a gap with the help of Nuo Da's incense, allowing him to speak.
The old dragon's incense god looked at Chi Xuan and said, "Little baby, don't trust him."
"All of us here may be able to leave the cave safely and soundly, but you are the only one who cannot get out of the cave!"
"Even if there is a seal to protect your body, you will only die if you leave the cave."
This chapter has been completed!