If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 264 Wipe the waist, the hair blowing sword is here, if you don't kill the dragon palace, you won't care
Chapter 264 Wipe the waist, the hair blowing sword is here, if you don't kill the dragon palace, you won't care
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The branches and leaves are supported by the moonlight, and they are broken like residual snow.
Mr. Guanqi was standing in front of Mr. Qi's bed, looking at Mr. Qi who was getting older and fell into a deep sleep.
Mr. Seven seems to be approaching his end of life and is getting weaker and weaker.
Mr. Jiu had tears in his eyes and said nothing.
Mr. Guanqi turned his head and looked towards the moonlight towards the library, which looks like spring all year round.
Dafu Library is still as pleasant as before, but the courtyard is inexplicably more desolate.
Three gentlemen from the library entered the Northern Qin Dynasty, the seventh gentleman is old and decrepit, and the youngest gentleman, Mr. Guanqi, has a kind-hearted spirit, but he has a lot of nostalgia for the library in his eyes.
“Wildfire has raised its seeds, only to one day burn fiercely.”
Mr. Guanqi looked at Mr. Qi and said softly: "There are people in Jokhang Temple, Zhenwu Mountain, Pingping Township and even the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions waiting for wildfires to burn, thus burning up the vast world and then burning up to the sky.
You...don't have to worry."
Mr. Qi had already fallen asleep, but he seemed to hear Mr. Guanqi's words in his dream and let out a sigh.
Mr. Jiu, who had been silent for a long time, wanted to speak. It was at this moment that Mr. Guanqi seemed to notice something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the surging clouds outside Taixuanjing.
The clouds and mist seemed to reflect the entire world, reflecting countless rivers and seas.
In the river and sea, a celestial dragon was opening its mouth to breathe, spitting out rolling torrents that poured into the sea, pouring from the Taichong Sea into the Xiyun Sea.
There is another island suspended in mid-air together with the sea water.
On the island, except for offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, the old dragon, which has been sleeping all year round, opened its eyes and fell straight into the sea of Western Clouds.
There was silence in Taixuan Palace, but Mr. Guangqi knew that... the holy king sitting on the throne was just like him at this time. I don't know when Lu Jing Yuanshen went to Xiyunhai.
Mr. Ninth noticed Mr. Guanqi's expression. He thought for a moment, turned around and walked out of Mr. Seven's courtyard, heading towards Hanmo Academy.
Just like that day, when Lu Jingjian beheaded Xu Baiyan, and he was holding the chopping green mountain to block the soul of Chu Shenchou, who could move mountains. Every time Mr. Jiu took a step, his body grew taller until he entered the Hanmo Library and pulled out his sword again.
A first-grade long sword was produced to cut through the green mountains.
Cut the green mountain and unsheath it, bringing out a blade of light that scares the gulls and weeps the heron.
It was late at night, and all the scholars in Hanmo Academy had fallen asleep.
The sword flashed away without causing any disturbance, but it still woke up one person.
Guan Changsheng stood at the door of his teaching building, frowning at Mr. Jiu.
Mr. Jiu originally wanted to drag the knife away, but he was probably afraid of the noise from cutting Qingshan, so he carried the broad and long knife on his shoulder.
"Lu Jing is promising and dares to enter the Dragon Palace alone with a sword. We can't let him be bullied by others."
He seemed to be talking to himself or explaining to Guan Changsheng.
"Mr. Lu Jing, are you having trouble going to Hezhong Road?" Guan Changsheng couldn't help but ask.
Mr. Jiu explained seriously: "Lu Jingyuan Shen went to Xiyunhai. What happens between him and the dragons in the Dragon Palace? I don't want to worry about it.
But I can’t tolerate those old immortals taking advantage of this, so I plan to go to the gate of Taixuan Jing City and take a closer look.”
Guan Changsheng glanced at Taixuan Palace subconsciously.
Mr. Changsheng didn't ask Lu Jing what his intention was in going to Xiyun Dragon Palace, nor did he ask whether Lu Jing was right or wrong. He didn't even think about it and turned around and returned to his teaching pavilion.
Mr. Jiu was a little surprised.
Guan Changsheng walked out of the teaching pavilion holding a green and blue sword.
The sword had no scabbard, but it was long and wide-edged. Guan Changsheng held it in his hand and matched it with Guan Changsheng's long beard. When he saw the sword light gushing out from it, all of a sudden...
The gleaming sword is showing off the autumn practice, the long hair is green, the beard is green, and the face is green!
"When did you cast the hilt for Yan Qinglong?" Mr. Jiu was a little curious.
Guan Changsheng threw a pot of green plum wine to Mr. Jiu and said with a smile: "Before, Lu Jing made spring thunder with his sword in Taixuan Palace, which suddenly made me feel passionate, so I found a good craftsman to cast it for my old friend.
hilt.
It’s just that I don’t have anything to do with a knife on weekdays, so I just happened to accompany Mr. Jiu for a walk today.”
Mr. Jiu took the green plum wine and nodded happily: "Okay!"
So... the two of them walked out of Hanmo Academy side by side, out of the library, and out of Taixuan Capital.
The two of them were sitting on Jiao Shen Mountain. Mr. Jiu couldn't drink enough, so he drank a few sips of green plum wine, and his face became rosy.
Guan Changsheng comforted Mr. Jiu for a moment and could only look at Taixuanjing from a distance.
There, streams of qi and blood, and rounds of vitality suddenly appeared.
"The Xiyun Dragon Palace was rebuilt on the order of the Holy Lord, and Xiyun Jing was also the Dragon King who was canonized by the Holy Lord himself.
What does Lu Jing want to do when he enters the sea of clouds in the west with his sword?"
"We can stop him in front of the Hezhong Road. If his soul dies in Xiyunhai, that's all. If he can still return to the Hezhong Road, we can use the name of great rebellion to accuse Lu Jing."
…
Someone in Taixuan Jing seemed to be muttering to himself.
Guan Changsheng held the Yan Qinglong and raised his eyes to look at the prosperous Taixuan Jing in the distance. Behind Mr. Jiu, the famous sword slashing the green mountains also gave off bursts of cold light.
Mr. Guanqi stood in the courtyard with his hands folded in his sleeves.
Even though the library was like spring all year round, he still felt cold. When his eyes moved slightly, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of Taixuan Palace and collided with the gaze from Taixian Palace.
"I never thought that Lu Jing could blink into the sea of clouds in the west."
"But wouldn't this be better? The Holy Lord wants to use the two immortals Pi Xing and Dai Yue to sharpen Lu Jing's sword. He wants to forge Lu Jing into a complete immortal-killing sword, so that he can kill these evil-doing monsters.
Dragon, nourish his blooming sword spirit so that his blade can be sharper, so that he can be more efficient when killing immortals."
"With the power of the Holy King, are you still afraid that you won't be able to control Lu Jing?"
Mr. Guanqi lowered his head and spoke, as if he was talking to himself or conversing with others.
In the past two or three breaths, Mr. Guanqi smiled in the direction of Taixuan Palace.
"He is the sword you have chosen. Although the edge of a sword is sharpened, and Kunwu's edge is tempered hundreds of times, if the sword embryo is exposed to fierce fire, I'm afraid it will not be tempered, but killed.
As early as when the Dragon Slaying Platform was shining, the old Zhulong from Luolong Island had murderous intentions towards Lu Jing. Chen Baxian was a warning to him, "Holy Lord... that old Zhulong wants to destroy your sword embryo!"
Mr. Guanqi just finished speaking.
Above Taixuanjing, all the wind and smoke are gone, and the Tianshan Mountains are in the same color.
The candles in Taixian Hall were blown out.
Mr. Guanqi stood there and thought for a long time.
At this time, there was only a bright moon over the stream and a breeze to accompany him.
Only a handful of powerful people knew about Lu Jing entering the Western Sea of Clouds alone.
…
On that island, in front of the Dragon King Temple, people were offering sacrifices, including young and old.
The old man chanted loudly and knelt down to pray for peace. Men and women, old and young, kept kowtowing.
A large number of sacrificial objects were first placed in front of the Dragon King Temple. After the clan chief prayed for the sacrifice, a strong man came forward to lift the sacrificial objects and walked towards the seaside.
Some young people saw that so much meat and wine were being thrown into the sea, and they felt pity in their hearts, but they were helpless.
For the islanders, offering sacrifices is a common thing. Without offering sacrifices, the storm on the island will never stop.
And this storm seems to be coming more quickly and more violently.
Even for those men in their prime, walking on the island in the moonlight, there were strong winds and heavy rain blocking their way, making them unable to maintain their balance.
The rest of the men, women, and children climbed to the top of an island and stared at the men.
"But the sacrifices must be sent into the sea." The old patriarch was leaning on his crutches, worried.
A young child beside him suddenly asked: "Grandpa, after offering the sacrifice, will the wind stop blowing? The roof of the child's house was blown up... I don't know why the Dragon King was angry..."
"Don't talk nonsense." The old patriarch knocked on his crutch and said: "The ones who cause trouble must be the demons in the sea. We offer sacrifices to the Dragon King to invite the Dragon King Youyi to come and subdue the demons..."
Before the old patriarch could finish speaking, he noticed that his grandson beside him suddenly turned around and hugged his leg.
"Grandpa...look at Yunli!"
The old patriarch was very old. Even if he tried his best to squint his eyes and look into the distance, even though today's moon was not obscured by clouds and mist and fell directly on the island, he still couldn't see clearly what was in the clouds.
On the contrary, someone beside him exclaimed.
"Look...there is a dragon shadow in the clouds!"
The old team leader was slightly startled and raised his head.
Only to find that black clouds and mist in the distance were flowing over the island.
"The bright moon is still there, but outside the island it is shrouded in wind and rain..."
The old patriarch seemed to have thought of something and remembered some terrible rumors.
But only a few breaths of time passed.
In the thick clouds and mist, a burst of dragon roar suddenly came!
The dragon's roar shook the heaven and earth, as if it had dispersed the clouds and mist in the sky.
A strong gust of wind came and blew the strong men carrying the sacrificial objects off their backs.
Cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks and fish were all blown into the yellow sand.
The same is true for the young people on the island.
They struggled hard, but they were still trapped by the clouds and mist. They soared into the sky and were about to completely merge into the thicker clouds.
"Grandpa...the Dragon King in the sky seems to have his mouth open..."
The child was so frightened that he cried loudly.
He clearly saw that first the chickens, ducks and fish entered the Dragon King's mouth, and then the cattle and sheep.
Finally... some of their horrified tribesmen, who kept shouting and shouting, had already drifted into the dragon's mouth.
Dragons eat humans, which is different from eating cattle and sheep.
If you eat cattle and sheep, the dragon in the sky will always swallow them whole.
But to eat people, they often have to chew them gently with the sharp teeth in the dragon's mouth!
Suddenly, the blood that filled the sky became much richer, and many threads flowing from the deep sea below the island pierced into this blood.
The dim formation seemed to be activated, shining with a terrifying light.
And those young adults were swallowed into the mouth by the dragon one after another.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of people had disappeared without a trace.
The villagers standing high up cried and shouted.
The old patriarch's hand holding the cane was shaking.
The child who was holding his leg tightly suddenly stopped shaking, even let go of his arms, turned around and walked away into the distance.
"Son, come back quickly!"
The old patriarch shouted, but his voice was drowned in panic, fear and cries of reluctance.
So the yellow-haired old man, who was over seventy years old, also ran a few steps back, trying to catch the child.
But the child shouted loudly: "Daddy is gone too, I want to go find him!"
The old patriarch watched helplessly as his grandson ran into the wind and rain.
In addition to this child, there were more women who were also swallowed up by the wind and rain, and they also went to look for their sons.
Many villagers were running in the wind and rain, as if the dragon shadow in the sky could not scare them.
The old patriarch sat there, looking up at the clouds...
But I don’t know why this island, which has worshiped the Dragon King for generations, will one day be devoured by the Dragon King in the sky?
"Come back quickly."
The old patriarch saw the backs of many people again and suddenly shouted loudly.
Further ahead, there is Dragon Tooth!
If you run back, you might still survive.
But his old voice was eventually blown away by the wind and rain.
A burst of thunder suddenly appeared, and the whole world suddenly lit up.
The old patriarch raised his head, and finally saw the huge dragon king lowering his dragon head under the light of thunder, opening his big mouth to welcome the people in the wind and rain.
Maybe the next moment.
The dragon's head could move forward dozens of feet and swallow them all.
The old patriarch seemed to have lost all his strength. He lowered his head and refused to look at the cruel scene.
"The dragon...is eating people!" the old patriarch thought in his heart.
What greeted the desperate thoughts in his mind was another bolt of lightning.
This thunder light became even more dazzling, and it illuminated another clear brilliance, like the rays of the scorching sun, falling straight on the earth.
Chi!
A soft sound penetrated the dragon's roar, the roar of the wind, and the sudden fall of the rain, and fell in the ears of the old patriarch.
The old patriarch seemed to realize something and raised his head.
But then... the Dragon King, who was opening his mouth wide and wanting to eat someone, was suddenly struck by a brilliant ray of light.
The light flashed away, and then the old patriarch saw the man-eating Dragon King in the sky split into two.
Dragon blood spread all over the sky, the dragon head separated from the dragon body, and then fell down.
Before the old patriarch could react, an even more explosive wind struck, blowing the dragon corpse. The dragon corpse was swept by the strong wind and fell into the sea!
And in that brilliant white light, a group of black dots kept coming.
That was... a human figure.
The figure walked above the many islanders, holding the hilt of the long white sword at his waist in his right hand. His face could not be seen clearly, but there was a sense of transcendence flowing from that person.
The figure stood high in the sky, then lowered his head to glance at the panicked islanders, and said, "Go back quickly."
Just like thunder in their ears, the islanders who had been overwhelmed by grief and reluctance instantly woke up. They picked up their children and ran back.
In the distance, a burst of clouds dissipated.
A dragon girl with red lotuses blooming on her armor stood in the clouds, looking down at the scene.
There is a shadow glowing with golden light next to the dragon girl. There is a bit of admiration in the shadow's eyes, and even more admiration.
"It seems I guessed wrong."
Chen Longquan shook his head: "I thought that even if Lu Jing dared to come to Xiyunhai, he would have to wait another seven or eight years."
"But I never thought... The Dragon King of Xiyun went to the Hezhongdao for more than two months, and he came with the soul sword. It really made me... unexpected."
Xiyunlian, the great dragon girl of Xiyunhai, looked at the land scenery quietly, while on the outside of the island, real dragons broke out of the sea one after another, and there were more real dragons entrenched in the sea, watching eagerly.
"How dare you come to the Hezhongdao in the light of the Dragon-Slaying Platform? Lu Jing, what do you think you have?"
"When a young man becomes famous, he always needs to be arrogant, but he doesn't know that being too arrogant can easily lead to his life."
"It is a great fortune to escape from the Dragon King, but now you are here to die?"
Countless dragon eyes fell directly on Lu Jing.
Lu Jing still lowered his head, watching the islanders gradually gather in the center of the island.
roar!
Several real dragons seemed to be unable to see Lu Jing's calm posture. They roared, and the sky suddenly burst into flames. Several magical powers came one after another, and another physically powerful real dragon rolled up its energy and blood to kill Lu Jing.
Lu Jing remained motionless and drew his sword out of its sheath.
In an instant, the sword light rose, bringing with it golden thunder, and the thunder carrying starlight flashed between Lu Jing's eyebrows.
Lu Jing immediately sheathed his sword.
But in the distance, another piece of dragon's blood fell, the magical power spread, and several real dragons fell down.
The great dragon girl Xiyun Lian couldn't help but narrow her eyes.
She suddenly felt that there was something wrong with that day when she and Master Shen persuaded the Dragon King of Xiyun to go to the Hezhong Road to kill Lu Jing.
But the dragon girl thought of the many powers of the Dragon Palace, and finally said: "Lu Jing, you are from Dafu Taixuanjing, and the Xiyunhai Dragon Palace was rebuilt under the order of the Holy Lord.
You came to Xiyunhai today to kill my dragon, what crime should you deserve?"
Lu Jing said nothing.
The Dragon Palace carried out blood sacrifices on a large scale, and there were countless bones in the river. Many dragons came to surround and kill him, and even the Dragon King of Xiyun came in person...
I wipe my waist and blow my hair with my sword. If I don’t kill the Dragon Palace, my heart will not be peaceful.