On the sand, the boy gently picked up the precious cloud fan that fell on the ground and played with it.
He looked at the cloud fan with disdain in his eyes. The next moment, the slight vibration of the cloud fan stopped. He recited the spell, enlarged it, and carried it on his shoulders. Above the boy, the corpse of the real dragon was swimming.
, the friction and crackling between the bones was like a thunderstorm in the sky at this time. It lowered its claws to wrap up the boy and protect it under its body. At the same time, the green will-o'-the-wisp stared at the extremely tiny figure below.
The boy couldn't suppress his laughter.
He looked at Li Xi'an with provocation on his face, "You were the one who shot that arrow at me, right?"
"When you left the string, when you dared to raise your sword to me, did you ever think about today? I said you will die, and die on the pile of bones! You are the biggest disobedient on this earth, I
I will hang your body in the most conspicuous place in my future palace to warn the world from generation to generation of the consequences of disobeying me!"
"Put it down." Li Xi'an just said.
The boy was stunned for a moment and looked at the cloud fan in his hand, "It?"
Then, as if he heard some joke, he burst out laughing: "Hahahaha! So what if you put it down? It's just an artifact left by an ancestor who even the emperor couldn't deal with. His incarnation can be reduced to the possession of my subjects.
Food should feel honored that I could pick up his utensil, and he should be grateful!"
After saying that, he stared at Li Xi'an, his eyes burning with hatred, "You should feel honored to be found by me personally. If you are willing to kneel down and beg for my forgiveness, I don't mind showing mercy."
, turning you into one of my thousands of subjects.”
Li Xi'an shook his head gently, "He is unshakable."
"If he were to come in person, a thousand of you wouldn't be enough to kill him. Obviously, your last move angered him."
Li Xi'an recalled the last scene in Daoquan Yungu. This burly man squatted down, quietly picked up the white sand, and buried the broken bone statue. He didn't know what the other person's state of mind was. Maybe it was his last attachment to Kyushu, maybe
It was a calm response to the failure of this trip, but no matter what, the ghost broke Zu's last silence and forced him to roar angrily.
The wrath of an unshakable One.
Li Xi'an looked at the boy who was still angry.
Are you qualified to bear it? He asked in his heart.
"A thousand of me? Hahaha! A thousand of me! What's so scary about the ancestor who can never achieve the law? When he finds me, he should be the one of the thousand!" The boy's face was ferocious, "It's you!
Jiaolong, you are ignoring my kindness to you!"
"Yes, Jiaolong, you are just a Jiaolong! A humble creature like you is still struggling and twisting on the road of nearly ten categories, and I have stood at a height that you can never reach since I was born! I will do it for you
It's sad, and what's even more sad is your ignorance! But it doesn't matter, soon...soon, I will still be kind and willing to give you the power to travel across the abyss of the vast ocean."
The boy put the cloud fan away, then stood up straight and looked at Li Xi'an, "In the posture of a corpse."
The clouds tore apart, and the real dragon corpse roared and twisted. It was so huge that it seemed like the entire sky was falling when it moved!
Li Xi'an took out one of the three swords beside him, and it turned out to be the Pure Yang.
The sword body is like water and mirror, and the reflected arc light is light cyan, just like the curve of a woman's eyebrow. He holds the sword and dances the sword body as he pleases, as if he has held this sword for thousands of years.
The boy did not notice that the seal characters in Li Xi'an's eyes at this time gathered into the shape of a lotus. The years were eroding, reflecting, and reshaping. Chunyang Fuyou's magic manifested on the sword body. He raised the sword and greeted it with blazing light.
The real dragon corpse attacking from the other side.
The boy slowly admired the fight in front of him. He had been looking for opportunities, and the best opportunity was in the depths of the East China Sea, far away from the land. He and his ancestors fought until this point, and no living thing came near here. All spirits were afraid of their ancestors.
The aura escaped far away. As for his kind, this dragon is not at the Tianshan altar, so she cannot appear again.
But soon, the boy's leisurely expression solidified on his face.
The broad mysterious clothes danced wildly, and the figure held the long sword upside down and stepped on the joints of the real dragon corpse layer by layer! A harsh friction sound came out, which was the collision between his sword and the dragon bone! He moved too fast and could catch it
All that was left was the arc of golden pupils on his face, like two golden lightning bolts surrounding him.
"You've run out of gas a long time ago!" the boy screamed.
His planned appearance was just right. Zu was about to disappear, and his opponent, the dragon, had also exhausted all his energy. Where did he get such huge aura and power? The boy concentrated, looked around, and his soul connected to the real dragon corpse, and finally
Something was wrong. From the perspective of the real dragon corpse, the opponent was not one person, but two. There was a shadow behind him. It looked like a woman, and her right eye was also a burning golden candle.
Under the gaze of that phantom, the movement and power of the real dragon corpse were greatly weakened, as if it had encountered a natural enemy!
But how is this possible?
How could his subjects have natural enemies? He is the controller of everything. Unless another controller appears, on this land, besides him, there is another ghost species far away in the Tianshan Mountains!
What exactly is that?
He frantically used his spiritual thoughts to try to ease the decline of the real dragon corpse, but the pressure from the other party was so terrible that it actually overwhelmed him!
On the dragon's body, the green sword shadow flashed.
This pure Yang sword had killed a real dragon in the past, and the prototype of Yuchai Shunde's dragon-slaying sword was taken from this sword. At this moment, where Li Xi'an stepped with the sword, the dragon's spine exploded, and thick
The black energy of ink spurted out from the cracks, and the black mist filled the air, turning into thousands of different ferocious human faces. They roared, trying to get into the corpse again. At the same time, the real dragon corpse struggled and twisted, and the spirit swept through the world in an instant.
break out.
The boy roared in pain.
Because at the moment when the real dragon corpse used its spirit, the phantom behind the opponent reached out and pressed lightly. All the spirits converged, and the sweeping spirit was absorbed by Li Xian instead. The real dragon corpse that could not activate the spirit no matter how he was alive
There is no difference between the several images. At best, they are just skeletons that resemble the body of a real dragon, which is useless! Because the real power of the ten categories lies in the innate supernatural powers of one's own body, or the unyielding and fearless voice spoken by the voice in the abyss.
soul.
Of course, the dead Ten Categories, the Ten Categories that keep endless wronged souls in captivity with their bones, will not have all of this. His proud true dragon body has no advantage in the eyes of the opponent. Their scales collide with each other, and the red scales on the opponent's arms
It was intact, but the scales hanging on the corpse were even more damaged.
Who are you? What are you! The boy struggled hard, twisting the corpse to see the shadow clearly.
But he obviously had no chance.
Li Xi'an noticed him, the sky opened, and a red-scaled arm that was no worse than a corpse appeared, holding a golden and jade sword in his hand.
"Roar——!" The dragon's roar shook the world, and the endless dragon body was pierced by the sword and smashed into the deep sea.
"No!" the boy growled.
As the real dragon's corpse fell into the sea, the wide black clothes drew a fan-shaped arc in his eyes, and the other party crashed into his arms.
This is certainly not a hug between friends.
This is death.
Even in human form, the opponent still has a body comparable to that of a real dragon. A huge impact hit him, crushing all his bones and muscles at once, and even his soul felt stinging!
There was a burning sensation in my chest.
The boy lowered his head in disbelief, and a red eight-sided ancient sword pierced him, and death like dusk came as promised!
He fell back and saw the figure between a dragon and a human standing there, looking at him with condescending eyes. The mysterious clothes hung quietly, covering his whole body, including the red scales wrapped around him.
Hidden in the shadow of sleeves and robes.
The sea on the other side is rolling, and the corpse of the real dragon is rising from the depths of the sea.
A glimmer of hope appeared again in the boy's eyes, but Li Xi'an shattered it. He glanced in that direction, and the sea water instantly condensed into a thousand meters of ice, and arms as jade and iron stretched out from the ice.
Pushing the true dragon's corpse into the deep sea again, the huge gap where it jumped out of the sea was filled with ice. The jade hands dragged the roaring corpse into the boundless darkness, and then used layers of thick ice as a cage.
"Now, we can talk." Li Xi'an looked back.
"No! No! This is impossible!" The boy lay on the sand and squirmed. He just wanted to stay away from the monster in front of him!
"You are not even in the ten categories, how can you defeat me? I am the greatest creature in this universe, you despicable thing... how is it possible, how is it possible!"
Li Xi'an squatted down, and the boy was digging at the ground like crazy, but the faint sword was inserted into his chest, and as he moved, the wound burst out with extremely rich vitality.
But the cold claws held his head down.
The crisp sound of clicking echoed on the sand.
The boy screamed and struggled wildly, but it was all in vain under the absolute power. Soon, Li Xi'an forcibly pulled out the cloud fan from his storage space. The boy had already lost his movement, his eyes rolled white, and he could break the boundary.
There are many ways to store space, but this extreme violence of directly attacking the origin of the soul to pull out something almost shattered his soul.
Li Xi'an caught the cloud fan with his other hand, then held his head and lifted it up. The boy's arms hung weakly, like a corpse. Suddenly, Li Xi'an threw it out violently, even the boy
He didn't even pull out the Dark Sword from his body. The moment he threw it out, the boy's body turned into a black snake. It spit out scarlet snakes and wrapped around the Dark Sword, and the snake's face was hanging down as if mocking.
"Oh my god, what a reckless child." Someone said.
The man in ancient robes stretched out his hand, and the black snake wrapped around his arm, and handed him the Dark Sword at the same time. The man held the Dark Sword and waved it casually, with a trace of surprise in his eyes. Li Xi'an noticed the strangeness of the other party.
The other party was more like a corpse than a living creature. The ancient robe turned white, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time.
His skin was as pale as a dead man, without a trace of blood.
"You are the real ghost, right?" Li Xian said. Unknowingly, the black sea water had submerged the sand, and streams converged towards Li Xian's position from all directions, like black snakes clinging to the pale earth.
group.
"Roar——!" The roar of the real dragon corpse resounded through the sky. It twisted and rose, shattered the thick ice, and got rid of the jade hand of creation. Since this man appeared, the thick ice that can be used as a cage seems not enough in front of the corpse. The real dragon
The corpse snaked its way to the man's side, lowered its head and let him reach out to caress it, obediently like a house pet.
"You don't seem surprised to see me?" The man spread his hands, neither admitting nor denying.
His eyes are cold and hateful, as if he is looking at all the evil thoughts in the world, if he is not careful, he will be swallowed up by them and become a puppet at his mercy.
"I shouldn't have appeared. Even the new ghost didn't notice my existence, but I showed up because of you. Tell me, how should I repay you?" The man lowered his eyebrows, "Transformed Dragon
."
"To be honest, the timing of my appearance is really clever. If you transform successfully, everything I do will seem to be in vain. After all, a true dragon born from Kyushu is more terrifying than a ghost. After all, that ghost is not Shinichi.
Not as threatening as you."
Following the man's words, thousands of snake-like streams converged towards Li Xi'an.
"Come out, the second daughter of the Su family." The man looked behind Li Xi'an. "Don't do useless work."
“Buzz——!”
The shadow under Li Xi'an suddenly lit up an eye.
Su Yuyuan walked through it and stood sideways behind Li Xi'an. The golden candle that was almost the same as Li Xi'an looked at the man.
"Your ancestors expected this day in an extremely distant era, leaving you as seeds and twins to call upon the secrets of the years. If my guess is correct, the existence called by your eyes should be the ones who accompanied you at the beginning.
The ancestors were the red dragons that walked the world, right?”
"The creature ranked first in the ghost and god map is the red dragon."
The man rubbed his chin, "Tell me, if one of the twins died first, would your ancestors have expected this?"
"Let's go!" Li Xi'an growled.
He took a step earlier, and at the same time, the incoming stream rose up and turned into twisted black snakes. They exposed their fangs and longed for death. As the sun shined, he swung his sword, and the snakes were cut off, but the snakes sputtered out.
What was flowing was the black water, and the next moment they closed again and surrounded. Not only that, the real dragon corpse also moved. It was actually growing blood, flesh and scales. The man casually gave this long-dead creature new life.
attitude.
The strong wind roared, and the boundless spirits rose in the sky. Stars were dotted, rising and falling, and the shadow of the dragon was swimming. Li Xi'an felt as if he was facing thousands of sharp knives. The spiritual energy storm caused by the breath of the real dragon was simply terrifying. Then, countless stars fell, and the dragon
Carry the stars and fall to the earth!
Time seems to stand still.
At this moment, ancient chants resounded between heaven and earth. Not only the spirits of "this time", but also spirits from the "past", spirits from different times all converged on one point.
"The image of a precious gold crown!" Li Xi'an roared.
The clouds cracked, and the golden statue with the crown on its head slowly stood up, hanging its long sword upside down. Almost at the moment it stood up, the golden statue with the crown collided with the corpse of the real dragon. The statue raised its sword and slashed at the corpse of the real dragon, while the real dragon roared.
, the scales snap together, and endless starlight falls!
Endless light and heat erupted on this sea area, and Li Xi'an stood under the statue. He was clearly not injured at this moment, but the new scales on his arms were falling off.
Seeing the statue of the god fighting with the corpse of the real dragon without losing its strength, the man actually smiled.
"At the moment of transforming into a dragon, even a dragon is undergoing transformation, and transformation requires accumulation. No matter how powerful you are in fighting, you cannot squander it like this. Old scales can indeed be replaced with new ones.
But the new scales are also broken, and you are no longer qualified to touch the ten categories."
The man's dark eyes reflected the light of the statue's raised sword, "But I still want to commend you for your decisiveness and your courage to give up your only chance to save the lives of others."
He smiled.
"But that's all."
"After tonight, there will be no more true dragons in Kyushu."
…………
Li Xi'an knelt and sat on the sand, with a magnificent statue above him.
He has exhausted all his energy just to maintain the statue. His skin is cracking, scales are falling off, and the blood cannot stop flowing downward, forming a pool of blood on the ground.
"Ha..." He chuckled softly.
"With so many people trying to kill me, who do you think you are?"
Spiritual energy roars.
Use this point to connect to the past.
“Buzz——!”
The roaring real dragon corpse was held down by an ice jade arm.
The statue of a god made of ice crystals lives in the clouds, carrying thousands of arms. Its face is blurry, but it exerts real and terrifying power. One, two, three, countless arms restrain the real dragon corpse, and it wants to fly
, but was unable to break free. At the same time, at the other end, the sea of clouds rolled, the pure white statue stood up, and raised its sword towards the head of the real dragon corpse.
The man's calm face finally changed.
Three statues of gods.
Yuchai Shunde, Chunyang Fuyou, and himself, taken from Hengxiao Jin Ni.
The three unshakable people gathered in another sky at this moment, the giant sword fell, and cut off the head of the real dragon corpse!