Chapter 247: Burying the dragon with a pen, the whole city is filled with murderous intent
The white guqin beside An Nijing was still suspended in the void. She looked at Lu Jing with a little reverence and a little envy in her eyes.
There are always rumors of immortal and wise people in this world.
There are actually many people who can see the fairyland in their dreams, but those who can inherit the immortal's method and be favored by the immortal are extremely rare even in the records of Hengshan Temple.
But every one of them is a strong man who is famous all over the world.
For example, in the Hengshan Temple where An Nijing is located, the old man from Hengshan who was once canonized by the immortals as the temple's chief priest on Hengshan, or the white sword armor.
Since the old man Hengshan, only one disciple from the Hengshan Temple has ever ascended to the Tanjian Fairyland, and it has since become the Great Sword Festival of the Hengshan Temple.
An Nijing still remembers that when the sword was sacrificed, there seemed to be a reflection of the fairyland hanging in the sky. That was the true magic of fairy swords.
Even though the Great Sword Sacrifice did not illuminate the Yuan Star, it relied on the immortal wisdom to illuminate the six main stars and three big stars. Coupled with the immortal inheritance, in An Nijing's heart, with the cultivation and sword energy of the Great Sword Sacrifice,
Even in this vast abyss, it can be called extremely strong.
Precisely because there was a big sword sacrifice in front of him, An Nijing became more and more envious of the young man in front of him who had gained immortal wisdom.
Mr. Lu, if you follow me to Lingao Mountain and those two immortals are there, even two or three old dragons with broken legs will definitely do nothing to you."
On the contrary, Lian E laughed and said: "The dragon genus is rare in number, but it is favored by heaven and earth. It is born with a very strong body and a strong soul. Coupled with a long life span, almost every true
Dragons can all step into the realm of divine fire. As long as they are stronger, they can step into the seventh realm.
An Nijing's eyes were quite stubborn and he did not respond to Lu Jing, but he also did not refute him.
Lian'e Buddha didn't say a word.
But... when he saw Lu Jing's several lines of cursive writing like a dragon pole soaring into the sky, he was first surprised, and then he couldn't help but sigh.
Only An Nijing was slightly startled, and the scene of the immortal in white attracting the flesh and blood mist, dyeing a white flower red, suddenly appeared in his mind.
Qi Hanzhang thought seriously and shook his head.
While he was carving words on it, he said: "Buddha Lian'e, you practice the method of killing one's body with the Angry Eyes Vajra and do not uphold the precept of killing, so you should not be afraid of the evil dragon?"
Qi Hanzhang, who was silent, couldn't help but remind Lu Jing: "Mr. Lu Jing, the old dragon with eight levels of appearance and disabled legs is not the only one who came to kill you.
Lu Jing put away his pen, took out a thin book, and put new pieces of papyrus into it. Then he stood up and meticulously saluted An Nijing and the others.
"The decline of the world and the lack of livelihood of the people cannot be entirely attributed to the immortals. The adults sitting in the court have their own responsibility.
At this time, Lu Jing seemed to have finally found something. He jumped off the dragon head and came to the corpse of the real dragon named Jiufang Lin.
[62: If you don’t cultivate crops and don’t cultivate crops, the benefits will be there. 】
Qi Hanzhang's eyes narrowed, and then he couldn't hold himself back, so he opened his mouth and blew.
[Ji Xiang: Now that I have escaped from the Hezhong Road, I have ignored the opportunity of the Lutan Heavenly Vein. When my manpower is still exhausted, I cannot use the Heavenly Vein to extend the life of Mr. Guanqi...]
Lu Jing moved his fingers, and the Rain Calling Sword fell into his hand.
It can even bring disaster and destroy the people of the same country!
Lu Jing didn't dare to go to heaven, for fear that if he went to heaven, he would no longer be a human being."
Lu Jing, who had lowered his head in deep thought, raised his head and looked around the deserted city.
"The old dragon with the eighth level of appearance..." Lu Jing frowned and stroked the handle of the wind-calling knife at his waist.
Adults have their responsibilities, but those immortals who regard the human world as a land of ants can escape their responsibilities?"
Fozi Lian'e clasped his palms together and looked at Lu Jing solemnly, but his eyes seemed to have some understanding, as if he had already guessed Lu Jing's choice.
"Mr. Lu Jing, that immortal on Lingao Mountain..." An Nijing was still asking.
"The painstaking strokes are continuous, both elegant and boundless. They seem to have different styles, but in fact they are unrestrained and full of momentum."
Lu Jing looked around, seemingly searching for something, but his voice slowly fell into An Nijing's ears.
Qi Hanzhang took a deep breath. He remembered that his Zhonglong calligraphy, whether it was running script or cursive script, was already a master. He thought that there were not many people in the world who knew the destiny and could beat him in running script and cursive script.
Although the dragon genus in the world is strong, the five directions of the sea still have to surrender to Dafu. The dragon kings of the four directions, except the Dragon King of Taichong, go to Taixuanjing every three years to pay homage to the Chongtian Emperor.
"The wind and clouds are gathering in the middle of the river, and I am not the only one who doesn't want to see these worms causing trouble."
And Taichong Longjun was also canonized by Emperor Chongtian, and he was a minister of Dafu!
Lu Jing suddenly nodded: "There are too many dead bones of living beings buried in this deserted city. I don't know how many people died of starvation here, and I don't know how many people were sacrificed with blood here.
If the seven realms in the Five Directions Sea are flooded, the Dragon genus will not be so peaceful even if they think about it.
An Nijing on the side frowned, a little confused as to what Lu Jing was thinking.
In the late summer of the thirteenth year of Emperor Chongtian, Lu Jing killed four dragons in Changliuhuang City."
"There are real dragons Swallowing Dew, Xiyun Snow, Tang Xuan, and Nine Square Scales. The four dragons are entrenched in Changliu City. Together with the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang, they set up a blood sacrifice formation to devour the flesh and blood of living creatures.
I imagine that in the lakes and seas of the world, there will be a steady stream of dragons coming, hoping to take advantage of Mr. Lu’s serious injury to seize this opportunity to live, Mr. Lu.”
"Except for this old dragon, news of the Five Directions Sea spread all over the world, offering dragon beads as a reward and treasures as reward, and wanted to take Mr. Lu's life.
"Dragon used this reason to enter the middle road of the river and go straight to Mr. Lu Jing. In fact, he also had his own purpose."
Is there any greater opportunity now than this day, more important than your life?"
Lu Shenyuan inherited the position of Uncle Shen Xiao.
He had so many thoughts in his mind, but... Qi Hanzhang was still amazed at the few lines of text on the papyrus.
"Escape from the Middle River Road?" Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly. This is a good sign, but... if the dragons of the world enter the Middle River Road again, they may build a new blood sacrifice place. The aloof long insects pride themselves on being noble and will not take human lives.
As a human being, you should have been liquidated long ago.
But in the eyes of Qi Hanzhang, a young calligrapher who is proficient in calligraphy, every word on Lu Jing's papyrus contains wisps of sword energy.
The adults in your court are as good as ours, Qi Yuan..."
Lu Jing came to the dragon bone with his sword in hand. The sword light flew and flattened the dragon.
This is after the spiritual tide, and those strong men in the past have often fallen into decline.
An Nijing became more and more puzzled by Lu Jing's behavior and was about to ask...
A kind of vitality brings a breeze and blows away the bone chips on the keel.
If you can step into the Seventh Realm... you don't need to have any background. It's not a problem to be awarded a title and get the position of a general in the army.
"Moreover, I have already heard from the senior brothers in the temple that the disabled old dragon in Taichonghai survived the spiritual tide. During the spiritual tide, he had already cultivated the ninth level of divine form and reflected the ninth level of divine form.
"Furthermore, the heavenly veins have spiritual power, and opportunities in Lutan often fall on young people.
But in An Nijing's heart, how could Lu Jing not agree?
Visiting the fairyland and being taught the Dharma by the immortals are rare and great opportunities for people in this world.
An Nijing then said angrily: "So you want to wait to die in this deserted city?"
As the information flowed layer by layer, it flowed into Lu Jing's mind.
This is by no means Qi Hanzhang's pride.
He holds the sword in the library and is a disciple of Mr. Guanqi. He was born in a humble life and did not want to become someone who looked down on all living beings in the world.
The wind-calling knife whistled softly.
How unwise would it be to blame immortals for all the disasters in the world?"
An Nijing's voice was quite pleasant. She raised her head slightly and looked at Lu Jing with eyes that were only slightly clearer than envy.
"Such an opportunity is rare but cannot be sought. The two immortals are now in the middle of the river. They are busy with important matters and have no time to come to find Mr. Lu."
"As for their support...my identity, Lu Jing, is their support!"
Changliu City is littered with dead bones, both human and demonic.
Coupled with Mr. Lu's dragon-slaying poem, it offended almost all the true dragon bloodlines in the world.
Lu Jing looked at An Nijing seriously: "Not all the disasters in the world are attributed to immortals, but... I feel that if there were no immortals, the world would be much better off."
"There are only a few dragons with fourth and fifth levels of appearance, which is a bit lacking."
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I can feel your aura. It's weak and shaky. Not to mention an old dragon with a broken foot at the eighth level, but two or three dragon kings at the fourth and fifth levels of the seventh level. I'm afraid you..."
What's more, if Lu Jing had this thought, he would not be able to bear Mr. Fourth's human sword energy and his sword bones in the first place...
Qi Hanzhang's breath condensed.
The young man in front of me changed the name of Changliu City and named this city Dragon Burial City?
Sure enough, Lu Jing's vitality circulated, attracting a breeze. The breeze picked up a ten-foot-long dragon bone and flew out of the deserted city.
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Qi Hanzhang was breathless looking at these two murderous words.
The sword energy was like light, piercing the real dragon's corpse, and then brought out a huge dragon bone.
"When I was in Qi State, I once heard that merchants in Taixuanjing talked about Lu Jing's cursive calligraphy. They all said that Lu Jing's cursive calligraphy was elegant and unbridled, just like the waves of early spring. Because of Lu Jing's temperament, even though he had sword spirit,
It's sharp, but it's also full of momentum, not so sharp and murderous."
An Nijing realized that he had made a mistake and finally stopped.
"The good thing is that the immortal summoned me to Lingao Mountain. The bad thing is that the old dragon with a broken foot and the eighth level of appearance came to kill me."
"The Hengshan Temple inherited the immortal's method, and the two immortals ordered me to come to find Mr. Lu. Mr. Lu, you come with me to Lingao Mountain. The two immortals will come to the mountain again and stay for a long time. If you can get the immortal's method,
, with Mr.’s talent, he will definitely be able to reach a higher level.”
Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing looked at each other, wondering why Lu Jing asked this.
An Nijing was looking at Lu Jing, waiting for Lu Jing's reply.
How many breaths of time have passed.
But if the old dragon can survive to this day, he is at least an eighth-level god!
All over the world, the old dragons with the eighth-level divine appearance are considered extremely powerful. In addition, dragons and dragon kings from all over the world have entered the middle road of the river. They not only want to seize the opportunity of Lutan, but also come for the young master.
Lu Jing smiled slightly: "If you don't dare, there will always be someone who dares. I don't believe that there are not one or two bloody figures in the Hezhongdao gathering of geniuses at this time."
A few breaths of time passed.
I will wait for the Lutan to appear in the middle of the river, and then I can go into the Lutan with the young geniuses in the world and get the Heavenly Veins to extend your life."
There were just a few lines of text, and Lu Jing, who was holding the pen, seemed to be writing quite casually.
It was written on that piece of paper...
"Ni Jing." Qi Hanzhang suddenly spoke, interrupting An Ni Jing.
Lu Jing finally turned around and looked at the Hengshan Temple Qin Festival.
[Ominous image: Instead of going to the high mountains, wait peacefully on the road in the middle of the river, waiting for all the dragons in the world to come here and kill them.
"Only the old dragon with the eighth level of appearance is indeed a bit troublesome."
Profit: Unite knowledge and action, slay the real dragon where there is a real dragon, achieve the Dragon Slaying Silk, and take a step closer to the Kunpeng Yuanxing!
Disadvantages: The disabled old dragon has a strong cultivation level, and there are so many of them and dragons that they may be killed or robbed.
Could all of this come from immortals? Dafu is the richest and most prosperous country in the world, but the Hezhong Road in the center of the world has such a scene.
"Under the edict of Emperor Chongtian, if there is no chance for those extremely powerful people above the seventh and sixth heavens of the dragon genus to dare to enter the middle road of the river before Lutan appears, now Mr. Taichonghai has grown up, Taichong Long.
You were so angry that you sent an old dragon here, which is reasonable."
An Nijing's face had some baby fat, and her two pearl-like eyes were still shining.
Changliuhuang City is so vast that it can bury ordinary creatures, and naturally it can also bury those so-called true dragons."
"Mr. Lu, please don't delay any more. We will set off earlier and reach Lingao Mountain, so that this huge massacre will be completely eliminated."
Lu Jing didn't think much about the ominous image, worshiping the immortal as his teacher, visiting the fairyland, and gaining the so-called immortal inheritance.
Lu Jing thought in his mind.
Lu Jing blinked and humbly asked the two Qi monks for advice: "Are there many dragon kings at the fourth and fifth levels of the seventh realm?"
And...if Lu Jing wishes, every word will become a sword energy."
Lu Jing's eyes moved slightly and he said: "The immortals in heaven are too noble compared to all the living beings in this world.
It was part of the dragon's backbone. It was ten feet long and more than three feet wide.
An Nijing was filled with anger and looked coldly at Lu Jing. He was so angry that he didn't know how to refute.
You don’t want to accept the opportunity of being an immortal, do you want to bury your bones here?”
"Bury the Dragon!"
But she suddenly remembered the many sacrifices in the Hengshan Temple, and immediately shook her head and said angrily: "Master Lu, don't talk nonsense.
"Don't say that you were seriously injured. Even if you were not injured, even if you reflected another Yuan star and stepped into the second level of the illuminated star, even if you could stop the old dragon with crippled legs, there would be hundreds of real dragons and dragons at the same time.
If you come here, even the storm it brings can blow your body away.
Mr. Lu Jing, you are the young leader of Taixuanjing. With the library as your support, you naturally dare to kill dragons, but others...killed one or two weak true dragons, and then went after the strong dragons, so what should you do?
how?"
Qi Hanzhang said this and did not continue.
As Lu Jing spoke, his sword energy flew and he carved words on the huge dragon bone.
“It may be whirling and hanging down in four directions, or it may be uneven up and down, it may be raised high on the Huiyin Mountain, and it may have various expressions with a common goal, which is endless and surprising.
Lu Jing's eyes were indifferent and he said: "You two, you and I were born as humans, saw monsters, dragons were cannibals, flesh and blood commoners did not die in the scorching heat and famine, but died in the dragon and pan formation, do you think Lu Jing should not do it?"
Kill the dragon?"
Disadvantages: If you return to the Immortal Tower, you are very likely to suffer the calamity of killing. It is also inconsistent with your own Qi and bones, your soul will be broken, and you will abandon the moral principles in your heart, which will lead to great disasters.
Qi Hanzhang looked at the papyrus in Lu Jing's hand, becoming more and more confused.
Benefit: Climb up to the sky and be inherited by the owner of the Immortal Tower. You can control the immortal energy and operate the immortal magic. With the talent of an adult, you can look down on all living beings in the world and reach the top faster.
The destiny of pursuing good fortune and avoiding evil quietly bloomed with white light. The white light jumped in Lu Jing's mind, conveying various messages.
All the immortals in the sky have compassionate thoughts. Disasters are just in accordance with the time and nature of the weather, so how can they be attributed to the immortals?
"Lu Jing! The immortals are in heaven, why do they care about the ants in the world?
But look at this road in the middle of the river! Disasters abound, the bones of the people are like rivers and mountains, and those who are alive are as if they are dead, just zombies.
"Not to mention the age of destiny, Lu Jing seems to have just reached his prime, but his cursive handwriting is not weaker than mine."
Qi Hanzhang was a little surprised.
There are many practitioners in the world, but there are very few who can step into the Seven Realms.
Dominate the world in Dafu, step into the divine fire, innate realm, and practice the art of war diligently. Even if there is no shadow of ancestors, you can be transferred to a local place and become a city general.
But he saw him flicking his fingers, and the rain-calling sword flew out, and a sword energy burst out in the light of the human-slaying platform in the sky.
"That's true." Lu Ding nodded.
But I saw that it was full of dragons and dragons flying down, and the brush and ink gathered together, which made it look wild and strange!
And on top of this, there is a murderous aura that soars into the sky.
Qi Hanzhang stretched his neck and looked up at the pen and piece of straw paper in Lu Jing's hand.
The sword energy was sharp and fierce, and it also contained clearly visible killing intent.
There are countless people in the world who worship immortals, and those who offer sacrifices to immortals include our Hengshan Temple.
Qi Hanzhang also looked at Lu Jing, wondering why Lu Jing was waiting to die.
Only Lian Efozi seemed to understand what Lu Jing was thinking. He shook his head and said: "Of course there are many perpetrators who don't want to see the dragon. However, the dragon is tyrannical. That Taichong Dragon Lord is one of the few strong men in the world. He can do it."
There are very few famous sects that are better than Taichong Longjun. Even I, Landuo Temple, have to respect Taichong Longjun.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Jing had already thought about a lot.
"When Lu Jing left Taixuanjing, even his writing and ink techniques changed?"
An Nijing's frown deepened: "Master Lu, opportunities for immortality are rare, and you are in danger of being killed again.
[A sign of great misfortune: Follow the Qin Festival at Hengshan Temple in Qi State, go to Mount Lingao, climb to the sky, and receive the inheritance from the immortals.
"Miss An, Lu Jing has something important to do, so he won't go to Lingao Mountain."
But... when you step into the Seventh Realm, the gap between each level is huge. The fourth and fifth levels of the Seventh Realm are not cats and dogs. Even if they are dragons, they definitely can't be called more than one word. Mr. Lu Jing doesn't have to worry about the tenth level.
The remaining dragon kings of the fourth and fifth levels of the seventh realm surround you and kill you."
An Nijing gasped for air, his eyes filled with anger, and his chest kept rising and falling.
If the ancestor already has a title, Shenhuo, he can inherit the title in Taixuan Capital innately.
Outside the dilapidated city gate, the word Changliu looked very mottled and old, until the dragon bone plaque flew out and covered the word Changliu.
All of a sudden...
The city is filled with murderous intent!
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