Chapter 258 Mortals are mortals after all. They cannot live forever, let alone have to die.
It was a real dragon transformed completely into white light.
The scales on the real dragon are pure white and flawless, filled with a dense aura.
Lu Jing sat motionless on the head of the white dragon. The white dragon took off, and there were thunderous cries in the sky, as if thunder was seeing Lu Jing off.
A coral tree grew up behind Xiyun Dragon King. The death energy of the coral tree spread, and its shadow instantly enveloped the void.
The nine stars in the sky shine and even turn into a complete star palace.
The next moment, I saw the yellow sand rising high in the sky and the earth, and the billowing vitality was like a roaring dragon. The murderous intention almost turned into reality, carrying the terrifying roar of the dragon, drawing out air currents visible to the naked eye, sweeping towards the white dragon.
And go.
At this moment, everything is eclipsed.
It seems that the only thing left in this world is the white dragon and the terrifying magical power of Xiyun Dragon King!
The remaining power scattered by the rolling momentum is like a violent torrent, sweeping across the land!
The vitality that fills the sky is filled with light, rising slowly and slowly falling down, just like the stars in the sky falling like rain.
But……
When the white dragon under Lu Jing's body swung its tail, it roared loudly.
For a moment, everything around him seemed to become hazy.
Lu Jing vaguely saw a ladder appearing in front of him. He took the initiative in his mind, and the white dragon wandered in the void, climbed up the ladder, and disappeared along the ladder in the blink of an eye.
This all happened too fast.
Except for the Dragon King of Xiyun, even the great sage Bai Yunmiao of Zhuxing Mountain, who was highly cultivated, had never seen him clearly. With just a blink of an eye, the young man who was sitting cross-legged under the withered tree had disappeared.
The coral horns on Xiyun Dragon King's head were still shining, and he stood there frowning.
The billowing vitality gradually dissipated, and the blood mist surged in the sky again. Where is the trace of Lu Jing in this world?
Yuan Qishou, the children of Xiu Banquet, Landa Buddha's expressions are different.
The gentle smile on Tong Xiuyan's face became stiffer and stiffer.
The silver spear in Yuan Qishou's hand stabbed out angrily, and the spear's light suddenly shot out, turning into a black line. The energy and blood in it exploded, and it crashed onto the ground, creating a large crater.
"He also escaped." Yuan Qi gritted his teeth.
Landa Buddha and the young flag-carrying heavenly king remained silent. Lian'e Buddha turned his hands and the precepts beads reappeared in his hands. He successfully wore them around his neck and turned around to leave.
After walking a few hundred steps and walking out of the clouds and mist encircled by the Dragon King of Xiyun, I saw Monk Shenxiu approaching with a fishing rod in his hand.
"Senior Brother Lian'e." Monk Shenxiu sighed, looked at Lian'e and said, "Look, there's something wrong with your discipline beads..."
Lian'e was startled slightly and suddenly looked down.
But he found that the Buddhist discipline beads around his neck had turned into a string of white bones at some point. The dense white bones exuded a cold air, making him feel chilled all over.
The Buddhist inscriptions imprinted on his body were originally glowing red, but at this moment they were dim and had no Buddha nature at all.
"Where did my prayer beads go?"
Lian'e seemed a little panicked, her body trembled, and she tore off the white bones between her neck. The white bones of different sizes were strung together and fell to the ground, colliding with each other and making a crisp sound.
This Landa Buddhist disciple was groping anxiously, as if he wanted to find the Buddhist jewelry in Nalanda Temple.
After more than ten breaths passed, Landa Buddha's body stiffened. He lowered his head and looked at the bones at his feet. He suddenly raised his head: "Shenxiu! How dare you deceive me with your evil words?"
He grabbed Monk Shenxiu with his big hand.
Monk Shenxiu sighed, swung out the fishing rod in his hand, caught the blood-colored clouds in the sky, the monk's clothes fluttered, and left with Cheng Hui in the blink of an eye.
Lian'e grasped the empty space with one hand and was about to chase after him. Then he saw the white bones scattered on the ground and just snorted coldly: "The name of the Buddha of Jokhang Temple is in vain."
Lian'e cursed to himself, clasped his palms together and recited a Buddha's name, then personally bowed down and picked up the white bones scattered on the ground and the Buddhist beads in his eyes one by one.
Cheng Hui, who was being held up by the collar by Monk Shenxiu, was a little puzzled and asked: "Are they really Brother Lian'e's Buddhist beads?"
Monk Shenxiu shook his head: "I think the Discipline Buddha beads have been thrown away by Brother Lian'e."
"Huh? Throw away those treasures, but pick up a bunch of bones and wear them around your neck?"
"He thought the white bones were Buddhist beads, or... the Buddhist beads suppressed the murderous intention in Senior Brother Lian'e's heart. Senior Brother Lian'e probably felt like he was carrying a mountain of Buddha on his back. Now that he has no Buddhist beads, he feels more relaxed.
It's just that... the Angry-Eye Vajra he cultivated has probably turned into a demon now."
Cheng Hui nodded in understanding. In the past two or three breaths, the little novice monk Shenxiu picked up suddenly shook his head again.
"Brother Lian'e has been to the Jokhang Temple several times. He always reads the Tripitaka intermittently. The last time he came, he had a conflict with Mr. Lu Jing.
Maybe...Senior Brother Lian'e has thrown away the discipline beads a long time ago."
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Lu Jing sat on the head of the white dragon. Just a moment later, he seemed to see many white mists from the void.
There is a scene looming in every white mist.
Lu Jing squinted his eyes and vaguely saw the Hanmo Academy, Yanglu Street, and the Huaishi Palace of the Thirteenth Prince.
He saw the Thirteenth Prince Yan Xu holding a brush, writing the word "violent" one stroke at a time, using Lu Jing's cursive writing style.
He saw Mr. Guanqi sitting on the self-cultivation tower with his eyes closed. He was not as gentle as usual, and his face was full of fatigue.
He also saw Sheng Zi, Ning Qiang and Lu Yi going to the charity hall to help.
Many scenes popped into Lu Jing's mind, until a stream of white air came down, and Lu Jing's eyes suddenly condensed.
He saw Qing Yue.
Autumn has entered, and the weather is getting colder. Qingyue is looking through her wardrobe, as if she wants to add some clothes.
But suddenly, Qing Yue stood there blankly, her eyes falling on a few clothes in the cabinet.
A moire-patterned blouse, a long skirt embroidered with beautiful blue silk, and a soft brocade cloak.
Qing Yue stood there and looked at it for a long time, then stretched out her hand to take out the cloak and stroked it slowly.
Immediately afterwards, tears fell like rain.
"Master..." Qing Yue murmured to herself.
This scene disappeared in the blink of an eye. Lu Jing looked at this scene and suddenly felt excited in his heart.
"With the Qi of Da Qian Jiu Wu, if you move your mind, a Da Qian flying dragon will appear in the form and fly to the ladder of heaven in an instant. It's a pity that there is no Qi left in the world!"
"Now I can return to Taixuanjing and Qingyue with just a thought."
Lu Jing's Yuan Shen was weak, his energy and blood were withered, and severe pain continued to come from his body.
At this moment, Lu Jing missed Qing Yue more and more.
only……
"Now that we have come to Hezhongdao, we have not seen the Deer Pool or the Heavenly Vein, but we have only killed a few long worms, how can we go back?"
"There are also the second leader of the Huai Gang, Qi Guo's Mangyi Diao Temple, Landa Buddha... Xiyun Hailong Palace..."
"I have seen these people clearly, and now that Lutan has the opportunity, it is a good time to liquidate them."
A gentleman repays grievances directly!
Lu Jing is familiar with hundreds of classics, but he is not pedantic and rigid.
If someone wants to kill him, he can't just laugh it off.
"When a gentleman walks with a sword, he must always show the sharp edge of the sword, so that thieves will not dare to approach."
"Besides, Lutan Tianmai is also related to the teacher's life."
Lu Jing gritted his teeth and saw that the scene about Qing Yue began to slowly dissipate. He suddenly said softly: "Don't cry, live a good life, study medicine well, and wait until I come back."
Lu Jing was originally talking to himself.
But when Lu Jing said these words, Qing Yue's body stiffened suddenly, as if she heard what Lu Jing said.
She carefully folded these clothes that Lu Jing had given her when they were still at Lu's house on Changning Street, and wiped the tears from her face.
"Study medicine well so that you can help the young master in the future."
…
Qing Yue's figure completely disappeared in the white light.
Lu Jing suppressed the longing in his heart. The next moment, he saw a familiar figure in blue holding a wine bottle in his hand and a long knife at his waist, sitting on a high position.
It seemed to be the lobby of a government office. In the lobby of the government office, there were many government officials lying on their heads, with blood flowing all over the floor.
"The demon is the county magistrate, and the kid is the government official! He feeds on the blood of the people all day long. I don't know if this is intentional or unintentional by King Qi Yuan."
Nan Fengmian frowned, and the girl named Yue Lun lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders.
Nan Fengmian thought for a while, then pushed the wine bottle in his hand to Yuelun: "Since you are grieving, don't hold it back, just drink some wine and cry."
Yuelun held Nanfengmian's wine flask in his hand and remained silent until more than ten breaths passed.
Yue Lun suddenly raised his head, with tears streaming down his face: "Sir, Yue Lun's family are all dead! You should leave quickly, lest Yue Lun hurt you."
"Implicated?" Nan Fengmian's right hand was still on the hilt of Xinggu Zhenren's sword, and he said: "I came to Qi State to kill people... No, to kill King Qi Yuan who has turned into a human demon?
I come to kill the king without fear, how can you harm me?"
"Don't cry. It makes people upset. Just follow me and bring me water to wash my clothes!"
"Don't cry! Don't worry about the journey of thousands of miles, the wind will come when it comes!"
…
"Brother is still so chivalrous." When Lu Jing saw Nan Fengmian, he couldn't help but have a smile on his lips. After smiling, he felt a little worried.
"Brother must have killed many people. He lay dormant for twelve years and killed the Northern Qin Mountain Yin Protector. Everyone in the world knew about it. Before going to Qi State, he also killed the Seven-Star Sword Constellation, Mountain Ghost Gaoli, Jian Qiushui... Now...
And he took this girl from Qi with him.
I'm just afraid..."
Lu Jing's eyes became more determined.
"We must reflect the Kunpeng Yuanxing as soon as possible. When we find the sky vein, we may be able to go to Qi to meet my brother."
Many white lights appeared in the scene, and Lu Jing was like walking around and saw many old people and things.
He saw Yu Qixiang, Chi Su, and Chen Shangu walking with a woman in white. Yu Qixiang still had a smile on his face and praised himself loudly.
"Qixiang also came to Hezhong Road?" Lu Jing was a little surprised.
"It's just that they are still too close to the soul of the Xiyun Dragon King, so we can't go looking for them."
Just as Lu Jing's thoughts fell, another white light appeared.
In the white light, a familiar figure was standing in front of an abyss, looking at the clouds and mist below from a distance.
The figure was graceful and tall, with long, soft and shiny hair flowing down like a waterfall, scattered on her slightly slender shoulders.
Lu Jing looked a little surprised when he looked at this figure, with some joy in his eyes as he met an old friend.
"Lingao Mountain, the tallest mountain on the Hezhong Road, is far away from Changliu City."
"When I go to Lingao Mountain, I don't believe that the Dragon King of Xiyun can find me."
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Princess Chong'an stood in front of the mountain and abyss, looking down at the sea of clouds below.
A mysterious aura loomed in the sea of clouds, and the sea of clouds swirled by the aura turned into ripples.
The runes on Zhenwu Mountain are exuding unique vitality, arousing the great power in the sea of clouds.
"Is Lutan located in this sea of clouds?"
Princess Chong'an frowned and thought carefully.
Just at this moment, the Star-Pied Immortal, dressed in white and wearing a blood-colored flower on his head, suddenly appeared from the blood-colored mist above Lingao Mountain.
"It's a pity."
Immortal Pi Xing seemed to be talking to himself, and he also seemed to be talking to Immortal Dai Yue in the blood mist.
Princess Chong'an followed Immortal Pixing's gaze and suddenly looked a little nervous.
Immortal Dai Yue, who was gathering the mist, nodded slowly and said, "If it weren't for destiny, we might be able to find Lu Jing ourselves and give him a chance.
But I never thought that the Dragon King of Xiyunhai would come here in person... That talisman is quite interesting, as it can instantly attract the Dragon King's spirit from thousands of miles away to come here."
Princess Chong'an was startled, then straightened up suddenly and asked: "Two immortals..."
Dai Yuexing raised his head and said with a smile: "You made a bet with us that Lu Jing would not come to the mountains, but you won."
Si Wanyu didn't speak yet.
However, Immortal Pixing shook his head: "It doesn't count as her victory. If Lu Jing is alive and can get the opportunity of Immortal Tower, he will naturally come to Gaoshan.
But now that he is dead, how can he come to seek opportunities for you and me?"
"Lu Jing...is dead?"
The two immortals Pixing and Daiyue looked at each other.
Immortal Dai Yue smiled and said: "He must be dead. The Dragon King of the West Cloud Sea came in person..."
Si Wanyu, who was originally frowning and with a watery expression, suddenly relaxed his brows when he heard Dai Yue Immortal's words.
"So...the two immortals are just guessing?"
Immortal Pixing was puzzled and turned his head and said: "Then Lu Jing has immortal wisdom, can he still withstand the magical power of a Dragon King?
The Dragon King came to the middle of the river to look for Lu Jing himself, how could Lu Jing survive?"
Si Wanyu let the storm pass by, but slowly shook his head...
"There are many geniuses who have fallen in the world, but Lu Jing's life... is tough."
Si Wanyu said: "I have known Lu Jing not long ago, but even in the three states of Chong'an, I have heard about Lu Jing many times.
Shaozhu Kingdom Li Guanlong and Seventh Prince Yu Xuanlou cannot kill Lu Jing, but a Dragon King...can kill him?"
The two immortals, Pixing and Daiyue, have different expressions.
The long sword on Immortal Dai Yue's waist whistled softly. He nodded slightly and said with a smile: "It would be better not to die, just take him to heaven."
Immortal Pi Xing looked at the blood mist on the mountain and said: "Life and death in the human world are always not controlled by people. Hundreds of millions of people died in the middle of the Dafu River. If these people had not died, maybe one or two bright stars would have emerged.
But they are still dead, and Lu Jing... will naturally die too."
"Mortals are mortals after all. No matter how hard your life is, you can't live forever, let alone die."
When Si Wanyu heard what Immortal Pixing said, his expression did not change, but his heart became more and more worried.
She put away the runes in her hands and was about to walk down Lingao Mountain to take a look at the place where the dragon's power was strong. Suddenly, a white light suddenly appeared in the distance.