The master of Ciyuan Pavilion turned his head subconsciously and saw nothing but darkness. He only thought that the guy lying on the ground was still amusing himself. He couldn't help but become angry. When he took a step forward, a two-inch gold iron slipped into his hand and he squatted down.
I came down and looked carefully at Mr. Wei's mask, which was soaked in water and turned white and swollen. I felt even more ugly.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. If this guy hadn't come to lobby him all day long, how could he have given up his huge fortune and come to the depths of Dongting Lake to get involved in such a dangerous thing? If he had obtained the body of a real dragon that day, then
Ciyuan Pavilion has been able to rise to great heights and become one of the most famous sects. But now, its generals have been lost, and countless members of its sect have died. However, the true dragon cannot resist at all. Instead, it is regarded as prey and scattered in panic.
Fang Hongjin gritted his teeth, with a ferocious expression on his face, and asked almost word by word: "Didn't you say that the real dragon doesn't have a few breaths left? Didn't you say that as long as your formula is used, it will be stunned and poisoned? You
Didn’t you say that this thing is easily available? Now, all the methods you taught are fucking ineffective. Where is your dragon-slaying technique? How about using it?"
Mr. Wei's limbs were mutilated and he was lying on the ground. He laughed, but pulled the newly added wound. He couldn't help but grin. However, the more pain he felt, the harder it was to hide the smile in his heart: "With all my abilities, how can I
Is this what you guys understand? If you hadn’t hurt me today and kept my limbs intact, I might have been able to escape with my life. But now that we are like this, we have no choice but to die together. Look back.
Well, it will come to avenge me. Although I have never killed a dragon in my life, if I die in the hands of a real dragon, my life will not be in vain!"
He said it lightly, but the master of Ciyuan Pavilion became angry and reached out to grab him, but directly pulled the mask off Mr. Wei's face.
However, this time, he saw Mr. Wei's true face under the light of others. Fang Hongjin was stunned for no reason and shouted: "Oh my god, it's you? How is it possible?"
Because we were far away, and the lights illuminated by Ciyuan Pavilion disciples were quite dim, so from my angle, I could only see a patch of white and greasy skin, which didn’t seem to belong to the man. What was going on? Could it be?
That ugly, bald old man is actually a woman?
Liu Yongxiang looked over and couldn't help but became furious and cursed: "It's you, you bitch! I didn't expect you to be able to satisfy all of us... The old pavilion master was kind to you, but he didn't expect you to grow up.
After he became an adult, he even repaid kindness with hatred and even pretended to be the second son of the Wei family! Where is the real Mr. Wei, where did you hide him? "
The Taoist sitting in the pavilion seemed to have many questions to ask, but he heard Mr. Wei, whose veil was taken off, scolding in an angry female voice: "Ciyuan Pavilion was originally the property of my grandfather's family, and it was taken away by your Fang family. How could it be that it was taken away by your Fang family?
Can’t I take revenge?”
This voice was full of anger and unyielding. However, when she seemed to be ready to say something more, unexpectedly, the master of Ciyuan Pavilion didn't say anything more. He suddenly struck out with a palm and slapped the woman on the ground to death.
The brains splashed onto the faces of him and the Taoist sitting next to him. Under the light of the flashlight, they looked very bloody and terrifying.
The human head is generally very strong, but I saw that half of the Ci Yuan Pavilion's head collapsed after the master of Ci Yuan Pavilion gave it a palm, revealing a large area of white brains and red blood, showing that this person's skills were unexpectedly high.
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This incident not only surprised us outsiders, but Liu Yongxiang and three disciples who were next to the master of Ciyuan Pavilion were all stunned on the spot.
He hurriedly slapped this well-connected traitor to death. The master of Ciyuan Pavilion saw the surprised and inexplicable expressions on the faces of several people around him. He knew that he was too anxious to kill people in a hurry, and he was going too far, so he was ready to say something.
To ease the atmosphere, he explained: "This bitch has caused the death and injury of countless of our children. At this moment, he is deceiving the public with his lies. If he is not eliminated, it will not be enough..."
He stopped mid-sentence. With his level of cultivation, he still felt that what surprised the people around him was not his sudden killing behavior, but... Turning around suddenly, Fang Hongjin saw the man lying next to the shoal.
The small sturgeon was hooked by a black shadow and flew away. Then, two blood-red lights suddenly lit up in the darkness, looking at him faintly.
Recalling what Mr. Wei said just now, Fang Hongjin realized that what he (she) said was true. The real dragon was really behind them, watching from a distance.
We who were hiding in the water were also very surprised at this moment. Although we just felt the change in the water flow and it seemed that something was approaching, I never expected that it was the one who escaped with serious injuries after fighting with Master Shanyang.
The black dragon. After experiencing the events in the Dragon Palace and harvesting the ambergris, we almost forgot about it. Unexpectedly, it was still patrolling the waterways, ready to harvest those who were greedy for its body.
A pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness, the size of a lantern. The Ciyuan Pavilion disciple also subconsciously shined the flashlight in his hand upwards, and saw that the faucet was as big as the front of a train, with horns like tree branches and drooping tail.
The eyelids are droopy, the brows are still a little gray, the two strands of dragon whiskers are hanging down, and they are gray. The dragon head scales are still there, but they look very dry, like psoriasis. Although I have not seen too many of its kind, but compared to
The little green dragon is full of energy, but I can still feel the weakness in its huge body, almost like the candlelight in the wind.
When the dragon reaches his twilight years, he will grow old.
Suddenly seeing this black real dragon, the master of Ciyuan Pavilion was surprised at first, and then overjoyed. Regardless of the blood on his hands, he grabbed Liu Yongxiang's hand and shouted loudly: "Daozhang Liu, take the Dragon Subduing Pestle,
As long as it hits its reverse scale, the dragon will never be able to fight back!"
He was so excited that Liu Yongxiang's body was almost falling apart due to his shaking. However, compared to the excitement of the pavilion master, the four people next to him turned pale for a while. The three Ciyuan Pavilion disciples couldn't help the fear in their hearts.
He carefully moved back, but Liu Yongxiang was so frightened that he dropped the whisk in his hand to the ground, and said dejectedly: "Pavilion Master, you must have forgotten that the Dragon Subduing Pestle given by this bitch Li Shuangshuang fell on the ground when he came down.
On top of the little sturgeon…”
After Liu Yongxiang said these words, the three Ciyuan Pavilion disciples' legs were so weak that they could no longer stand, and they ran away. However, when the real dragon sneaked here, how could they escape again? I saw that black guy's
There was a sudden movement at the nostrils, and two blazing red flames suddenly rushed out, spanning dozens of meters, and turned the three people into three running flames.
The temperature of this dragon's breath was so high that after a few seconds, the flesh and blood of the three living human bodies were directly burned to ashes. When the cold wind blew, the ashes were wiped out, leaving almost no trace left in the human world.
Although the real dragon has always been guarding human beings, it does not mean that it will not hurt people with sharp weapons in its hands. I don’t know what kind of existence human beings are to it in its heart, but if you think about it from its perspective, if
I have such strength, and I will never be merciful to the little ants who dare to offend me.
The real dragon's next reaction was also in line with my guess. It had no desire to communicate with Liu Yongxiang, the master of Ciyuan Pavilion. It directly raised its head and let out an extremely majestic groan from the depths of its throat. This sound
It made people tremble all over, feeling cold and inexplicably surrendered from the bottom of their hearts. But just when the two people were preparing to fight back, the dragon's head jumped out of the water and swallowed the two people in one mouthful.
, chew it a little and then swallow it into your belly.
The real dragon swallows clouds and spits out mist, absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, and practices for thousands of years. However, this does not mean that it will not eat people.
Again, don’t mess with it, or you will regret it.
Zamao Xiaodao and I were hiding in this cold lake, terrified. Although we had never fought each other, I could roughly predict that the cultivation level of Fang Hongjin, the master of Ciyuan Pavilion, was almost as high as that of Yao Xueqing, the leader of the Yutou Gang.
, maybe it was a bit different in actual combat, but the distance should not be far away. He should still have many methods in his hands. However, at this moment, he was panicked and was suddenly bitten by the real dragon, and he died silently.
Fang Hongjin died so simply and simply, just like a simple piece of food, a hot dog or a sandwich, without the dignity of being the leader of a sect at all. I trembled when I saw it, and I secretly clasped the Escape Ring in my hand to cover my aura.
, silently praying in his heart: "Don't ever see us, never see us..."
However, things are just like this. The more I pray, the more things I worry about happen. I only feel that my body is rising, slowly leaving the water, gradually rising, and then slowly moving to Ciyuan Pavilion.
On the shoal where we were staying, I glanced down subconsciously, only to find that we were being held up by the real dragon's scaly tail.
My whole body muscles tightened, and I was about to jump off this body covered with dragon scales, but my shoulder was hit by Zamao Xiaodao, who whispered nervously: "Don't, don't move, little poison."
, just wait and see what happens, don’t disturb it, we have nothing to offend it, maybe it won’t do anything to us..."
When Zamao Xiaodao said this, he felt guilty inside. I saw that he was calm on the surface, but his feet were shaking non-stop. The only one who was not panicked was Duoduo. She lay on the dragon's tail and stroked it curiously.
The palm-sized dragon scales were stroked slowly, as if one had seen something interesting.
After a while of movement, we were finally placed in front of this real dragon.
I took a few deep breaths, thinking that even if I die, I must die with dignity, so I suddenly looked up and saw a familiar figure standing proudly on the horns of the dragon head. I couldn't help but sit down on the ground.