Chapter 248 Weiwo's Fearless and Violent Hero Comes to Slay the Dragon!
Chapter 248: We are fearless and fierce heroes from all directions, and come to kill the dragon!
The only two words illuminate the city's power, and the brilliant white light filled the Burial Dragon City.
At this time, the sky was already late, and the clouds suddenly became hot, but the night had already emerged.
But even so, the plaque of the burial dragon transformed by the bones is like a beacon in the dark, illuminating the entire withered Changliu City.
Lu Jing wrote down the word "burial of the dragon" and returned to the head of the huge dragon again, sitting cross-legged on it.
As his sword energy surged, the dragon bone not far away turned into a table and came to him.
Lu Jing took out another piece of straw paper and grabbed the heart-holding pen from the void. His eyes were slightly hanging, thinking about something.
"This Lu Jing wants to ask someone to help?"
"The old dragon with remnants comes here, and there are hundreds of dragons, but the real strong people from all sides have not yet come to Hezhongdao because of the order of the Holy Lord.
Who dares to help Lu Jing in the huge river middle road? The old dragon with the eighth level of the Godhead came in person, so what if there were more than ten genius boys? How could Lu Jing’s life be saved?”
Liane Buddha's son looked at Lu Jing coldly.
In the Daleiyin Temple, a long-distress carrying Guanyin Dharma image, stood on the top of the mountain, and was worshipped by the victims below.
The bloody mist in the sky was blown away by the storm blowing out from the white crane's wings.
The two of them have spiritual thoughts flowing and communicate with each other.
This is even more true for Qi Hanzhang.
An Nijing looked at Lu Jing blankly. After a long time, she suddenly said to Qi Hanzhang beside her: "The dragon's evil deeds, and the manifesto written by Mr. Lu is full of the evil deeds of the dragon's evil deeds, maybe... we should do it too."
When the white cranes turned into white light appeared, the feathers without any flaws danced like white clouds, and the cranes sang in Jiugao and heard the sound of the dragon in Burial City.
"This storm and rain are burying Dragon City, which is meaningless."
On the straw paper, light suddenly shone brightly.
The white crane flew past, and the sound of reciting manifestos were heard in the middle of the river!
“Man is born with shackles.
The white guqin beside An Nijing sensed the white light blooming from the plaque of the Burial Dragon City, and several strings made a soft sound.
Lu Jing looked up and saw him, and his heart-holding pen was suspended beside him. The rain-calling sword and wind-calling sword around his waist seemed to be shaken, bringing wind and rain into the Dragon City.
This... is really a foolish dream.
The sunset in the distance is revealed.
Monk Shenxiu of Jokhang Temple was frowning, looking at the bare mountains, muttering...
Lu Jing watched Baihe leave.
An Nijing frowned at first, but when those words gradually became articles.
The high crown on Qi Hanzhang's head moved slightly. He lowered his head and did not want to look at the white cranes in the sky, because each white crane brought a thunder that hit his proud heart, making him a little dazed.
Qi Hanzhang... couldn't understand the power in Lu Jing's brush and ink, but he was already surprised to the point where he could not be more surprised.
On the ordinary straw paper, the pen is flying with my heart, and every word comes out.
The pen that turned into bright green not long ago was quietly triggered by the destiny!
For a moment, the white light from Lu Jing's pen flew out and condensed in the void.
The piano sacrifices An Niqi, and the Buddha's seeds and Liane also looked at the straw paper.
Of course!
Since the Northern Qin and Qin fire burned all over the world, the Northern Qin hanging sun shone with great power, the dragon is self-reliant, relying on the bell of heaven and earth, and being arrogant and domineering, doing evil and beastly behavior, forgetting the great refuge of the sky
The power of the dragon is above the world, and regards thousands of creatures as grass and mustard ants, causing countless creatures to become bones and hide under the Dragon Pan Formation!
Killing creatures to nourish themselves?
The great power of the great king, the majesty of the heaven and earth, and the knowledge of a hundred generations, there is still no awe, and it is no different from livestock!
Chi Su and Chen Shangu saw the white crane in the sky and were puzzled.
The young man's tender chanting sound seemed to be transmitted to every white crane by some kind of power.
The white crane was shining with white light, like a fairy crane, which made the hungry victims dare not approach.
When he heard An Nijing's words, he still didn't blink, but just shook his head and said, "Nijing, you and I are from Qi after all."
An Nijing seemed to have forgotten the reason why she came to find Lu Jing. When she heard Qi Hanzhang's words, she could only restrain the disappointment in her eyes and nodded slowly.
"Does the so-called disaster come from nature or from these immortals?"
And Lu Jing's pen and ink soared, and finally wrote a sentence...
"This is not a magical power, nor has it ever been mixed with vitality, but Lu Jing carved a plaque with sword energy and wrote these two simple words, but it can have such a miraculous effect."
On the contrary, Yu Qixiang saw the words on the white crane's wings suddenly flashed with joy.
But Mr. Lu Jing from the bookstore can do it, he has fearless ambitions in his heart."
"That's...Mr. Lu Jing's word!"
However, at this moment, the cursive writing style written by Lu Jing on the straw paper was second. Qi Hanzhang originally looked at the same stroke of brush and ink, but when Lu Jing wrote the text, the words fell into Qi Hanzhang's divine thoughts, and Qi Hanzhang's body suddenly became stiff.
Hundreds of white cranes are scattered all over the river.
For some reason, An Nijing suddenly felt blood in his heart, and he became even more disgusted with the Dragon Universe who was under his body.
For a moment, in the Burial Dragon City where all living beings died, it was actually a hazy drizzle and a breeze blew.
But I saw a white crane flying in the distance. The white snake was a little surprised. I could not see the white crane containing vitality, but it was dancing among the clouds with white light.
Yu Qixiang and the Bai Yunmiao rode the dragon and wandered in the clouds and mist.
Therefore, there are lines of text above each white crane and a hundred feathers.
The light of the wings bullies the snow, and the wind god sprinkles the high autumn!
The cinnabar is used as the top to shine on the sun, and the white jade is used as the clothes of the feathers and bright!
The little novice monk beside him also gritted his teeth and was hungry.
The white crane flew farther and farther away, and disappeared.
Those Buddhist texts contain some strange power, which makes the murderous thoughts in Buddha Zi Liane's heart become more and more intense. When the murderous thoughts in his mind are boiling, Liane suddenly reacts.
“Huh?”
The light turned into hundreds of dazzling white lights, flew away, imprinted on the feathers of white cranes.
They walked in the middle of the river, looking for the place where Lutan was.
Among the geniuses in the world, there are many people who come here to the Hezhong Dao.
Since I have obtained the wisdom of immortals, I am disrespectful to immortals!
He was burdened with a murderous disaster, but he didn't know what fear was. He actually wanted to use his seriously injured body, to change the name of Changliu City to the burial dragon in this deserted city.
[The letter was sent to the river with white cranes, and we were brave and heroic from all directions to kill the dragon!]
Some come from the Dafu, some come from the Qi State, Nanzhao, Donghe, and the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions...
[Since ancient times, all living beings came to the world, some of which were living in Lushan to establish a country, and some demons were divided into Qingpinghai to build islands. The dragons in the world were bowed to the heads of the king, and worshiped the Holy Lord Chongtian to worship the great refuge. I have never heard of the dragon.
It is the center of Taixuan to admire the world with its might.
Some of them come from famous sects, such as the Great Leiyin Temple, the Jixia Jiange of Qi State, the Wuwang Sect, the Sword Cultivation Mansion, the Jokhang Temple, the Pingling Township, and the Evil Dao Sect...
An Nijing and Buddha's seeds are like a lotus, and their thoughts are flying in their hearts.
But there are strong dragons who kill weak people, but the rules in the sky are ignored, even... According to the Hengshan Temple Qin Sheng, all living beings in the river road died, blood mist filled the sky, and all the immortals in the sky came.
Collecting these blood mists…”
"This is similar to my dragon-moving brushwork, but the magic of my dragon-moving brushwork comes from calligraphy, as well as my own magical powers and my own cultivation.
The only word "burial of dragons" above made Qi Hanzhang silent.
Qin Ji of Hengshan Temple turned his head and looked at Guqin, then looked at Lu Jing again, becoming more and more puzzled what the real genius in front of him was thinking.
An Nijing suddenly remembered what Liane Buddha son said before next to him.
The white light seemed to have a god, turning into white cranes.
"Not to mention the old dragon who survived the spiritual tide, even if hundreds of dragons come here, it is enough to cause a storm..."
Liane said the Buddha's name, his face remained unchanged, and he did not answer directly, but said, "Let's wait here to see if this Dragon Burial City will become a place for Dragon Burial, or will it become... Lu Jingmeng
The place of bones.”
Lu Jing, who was sitting upright on the dragon's head, used white bones as the table, and the heart-holding pen in his hand finally fell down.
The string of red Buddhist beads on his neck were still shining slightly.
"What should I do if I don't have meat?"
"Go."
At this time, Lu Jing picked up the straw paper on the keel table and threw it gently.
Originally, the ink was black, but as Lu Jing wrote the article word by word, the words on the straw paper turned golden yellow, and even sword energy could be faintly seen, and the great energy and even thunder were circling and flowing in it.
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Qi Hanzhang finally dared to look up. He smiled at An Nijing and said, "I dare not interfere in this matter, but stand farther. It would be okay to look at the scene in the Burial Dragon City soon.
Lu Jing whispered softly, and for a moment he was shocked and his delicate wings flew away.
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 sounds 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 child, who was covered in tattered and had no energy, 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 dense, and sleek and sleek!
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!
Lu Jing entered the river and saw that the dragon was domineering by his strength, swallowing blood and eating flesh, and no longer respecting the saint, and sheltering all living beings. Instead, it was a huge harm to the living beings. So he killed the dragon on the bank of the Yuanxia River and later killed the monsters.
There are twenty-seven true dragons, all of them are beasts, tigers and leopards. The way of the great way is based on the righteousness of heaven. Since Lu Jing has held the thunder and law, he has 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 the Dragon Burial, and invited practitioners of the world to kill demon dragons, and to walk the sky
The responsibility of transporting and relieving creatures!
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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