So, this young child recited with the sound...

If I am alone, I am afraid of the power of the dragon in the world. When I see that the dragon is doing evil, I will definitely not dare to kill the dragon.

An Nijing seemed to have some enlightenment and said in his heart: "The Buddha's seed, Lianhe ranks the lowest among the seven Buddhas in Lanta Temple.

It turned out... he never got angry at the true meaning of killing Vajra. The murderous evil in his heart was mixed with other desires.

It’s really… the world is so big, everything is strange.”

They shook their wings and curled up the wind, causing An Nijing's curly hair to fly, and also causing the white guqin beside An Nijing to burst out with waves of sounds of strings.

When he saw the words on the white crane's feathers, a wisp of mist appeared in his eyes, and a wave of chanting sound came from his ears.

On the earth below the clouds, the victims walked in groups.

Qi Hanzhang had his head down and didn't want to see the white cranes flying with their wings.

When he was a teenager, he has followed this pen until now. I don’t know how many words he has written and how many magical powers he has used.

The white crane soared and buried himself in the Dragon City flying everywhere.

The white crane soars, and the sound breaks beyond the sunset.

Yu Qixiang exclaimed.

Lu Jing sat on the head of a porpoise, looking around, only to see the collapsed ruins, flying dust, and trees that had already dried up.

The bones of those living creatures who died in vain were actually gathering a wave of mysterious power, condensing in the void.

Those white cranes...

"This article of Lu Jingzhi can... arouse the murderous thoughts in my heart, and even awaken the Buddhist texts in me!"

The Buddhist secret texts engraved on his upper body under the monk's robe also emitted a faint light.

Qi Hanzhang murmured to himself.

I have a family behind me, but I am afraid of implicating the family, so I dare not kill evil and Tu Xie.

The pen falls, and the white light is flourishing in Lu Jing's pen.

But he was in it, but he didn't know it."

A white crane fell in front of a ragged child.

The ragged child slowly approached the white crane.

Qi Hanzhang seemed to have regrets in his eyes, and he reached into his hand and had an extra pen with the person.

The young king of Pingzeng Township still carried a big banner on his shoulders, walking among the crowds who were fleeing famine.

In addition, the ancient prince... If you and I help Lu Jing kill the dragon today, even if you are the Hengshan Temple Phoenix Festival, even if my Qi family has an extraordinary status in Qi State, I will not be able to escape the blame."

Qi Hanzhang looked up and saw that the lines of text were blank and deep, dense, full of silences and scattered!

Every time I get the charm of cursive script, the paper circles and dances, full of spirit inside, but also contains a huge murderous intent.

"The Shou Feng Sword and the Shou Yu Sword bring wind and rain, but it can only fall into this deserted city. If it falls into the vast river road, then the so-called rules in the sky will be punished with spring thunder.

"That mountain ghost Gao Li, the sword Qiushui of Jixia Jian Pavilion, and even the Seven-Star Sword Captain, were all dead at the hands of Nan Fengmian.

A thin layer of golden light enveloped Lu Jing, making Lu Jing at this moment look like a young sage!

"This... this is a dragon-killing manifesto!"

Nanheyu and Luo Shubai walked together.

Liane frowned and watched Lu Jing write an article.

Liane recited the Buddha's name in his heart and said silently.

An unimaginable force suddenly appeared in it.

Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing stared at Lu Jing. Even Zhao Ye, who was lying next to the corpse of the real dragon in the distance, stood up. They looked at Lu Jing, but they seemed to see Lu Jing glowing.

Only Qi Hanzhang stood there in his original place. He was thinking about it, not leaving Changliu City, and landing on the dragon bone plaque.

"If I take off the Buddhist beads, I might be able to help one or two. However, those real dragons should be killed. Lu Jing has the resources of Tiansheng, but he has a demonic thought in his heart, so he should be killed.

In Changliu City, amazing murderous intent permeates every falling brick and stone.

I also want to see if there are many geniuses in Hezhong Road, as Mr. Lu Jing said, with passionate hearts and unwilling to see monsters and commit evil deeds!"

He could clearly sense that there was no slight energy flowing on the dragon bone plaque, but from the word "地影院", all kinds of wonderful and powerful fluctuations flowed out and fell into the entire Changliu City.

At this moment, there were countless geniuses in the Hezhongdao.

Lu Jing was a Taixuan person who won the palace examination and was recommended by everyone. He was the saint, held the law, and held the thunder and the law for the great white clothes!

When Lu Jing entered the river, he saw that the monster dragon was domineering by his strength, swallowing blood and eating flesh, and no longer respecting the saint king and sanitary sentient beings. Instead, it was a huge harm to the living beings. So he killed the evil dragon on the bank of the Yuanxia River. Later, he killed twenty-seven real dragons, all of which were animals, tigers and leopards. The way of the great way was based on the righteousness of the sky. Since Lu Jing held the thunder and law, he had the responsibility to return the righteousness of the people to death.

"Lu Jing... wants to blame those real dragons?"

More...but there are white bones.

Help the person who should be killed kills the dragon that should be killed? Why do you have to do this?"

There is a momentum of collapse, thunder and thunder, and a hundred pounds of anger.

At this moment, Qi Hanzhang was sighing in his heart.

If Lu Jing had not intervened, even if Nan Fengmian realized the sword spirit, he would probably not be able to calmly kill the Seven-Star Sword Constellation.

"Writing brings a god... Although it is not as good as the calligraphy saint's pen flowing through the vast ocean, and holding the pen opens the world, but... it has its own mystery here, and it is even better than my writing style of dragon-like writing!"

The white snake on Zhuxing Mountain was moved by Yu Qixiang and wanted to find Lu Jing and see what kind of person this big white-clothed man who could be praised by Baili Qingfeng, the leader of the Taoist Sect, was.

"Son of Buddha, now the true dragon of the monster is coming here. Don't you... kill these people who should be killed?"

However, the dragon kills creatures without realizing the evil, but uses the death of the dragon to attack the sword. The old dragon is supplemented by hundreds of dragons into the river, performing a domineering move, and rebuilding the dragon coil formation!

Lu Jingde is weak and shallow, and he relies solely on good deeds and is responsible for the word "responsibility".

There are sun and moon above, monarchs and people below, there are waters of the vast river, and there are souls of all living beings who die. Today, Lu Jing changed the name of Changliu to bury dragons, invites practitioners of the world to slay demon dragons, carry out the cycle of heaven, and save the responsibility of living beings!

The letter was sent to the river with a white crane, and we were afraid and fierce and heroic in all directions, and came to kill the dragon!]

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