Ye Qiu looked up and saw a huge dragon corpse soaked in black blood in front of him.
To be precise, this is the body of a dragon!
The body of the dragon is dozens of feet long, covered with pale golden scales. Its head is larger than four or five millstones, and the two horns on the top of its head are more than one meter long.
Although he was dead, the dragon still exuded a strong pressure.
This pressure made Ye Qiu feel seriously threatened.
Master Longmei said solemnly: "It seems that this dragon's cultivation level was not weak during his lifetime!"
Ye Qiu said: "It is definitely an existence beyond the peak of a king."
Master Changmei frowned: "It's strange, how could such a powerful being die here?"
"Is it because its cultivation level is too high and the secular world cannot tolerate it?"
"No, if it is wiped out by the rules of heaven and earth, then it will be wiped out with no bones left."
"Little brat, you are a doctor. From a professional perspective, how many years has this dragon been dead?"
Ye Qiu stepped forward, took a closer look, and said in a deep voice: "This dragon has been dead for at least hundreds of years."
"What!" Master Changmei exclaimed, "How can your body be preserved so well after being dead for hundreds of years?"
"Little bastard, you are not mistaken, are you?"
"This is so unreasonable."
Ye Qiu said: "I heard Baihua Fairy say that even if some highly powerful beings in the world of cultivation die, their corpses can be preserved for many years. Like saints and strong men, even if they die, their corpses can remain immortal for thousands of years and remain indestructible for ten thousand years.
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hiss--
Master Longmei took a breath of air and asked, "Can you see how this dragon died?"
"The specific cause of death needs to be investigated to determine." After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he walked forward along the dragon's body.
He checked as he walked.
He and Master Changmei walked until they were in front of the dragon's head, and then they saw a bloody hole in the dragon's lower jaw.
The blood hole was very small, as thick as a pencil, surrounded by a layer of cyan light, and the dragon's blood continued to flow out of it.
The stench is extremely bad.
"This dragon was killed," Ye Qiu said.
Master Longmei took a look at the blood hole, his face gradually became serious, and said: "Little bastard, how can I look around and feel that this blood hole looks like..."
"It looks like a finger, right?" Ye Qiu said, "Yes, this bloody hole was caused by a finger."
Master Changmei said: "This dragon's cultivation level during its lifetime was above the peak of a king, so who could kill it?"
"Killing a being who has surpassed the peak of a king with one finger is enough to show that the person who did it is definitely an unparalleled master, and his cultivation must have surpassed the peak of a king."
"This doesn't make sense!"
"The secular world is suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth. Once your cultivation reaches the peak of the king, it will be obliterated by the rules of heaven and earth, unless..."
Master Changmei suddenly thought of Dugu Wudi, and said in shock: "Could it be that the person who took action, like Dugu Wudi, has a saint-level cultivation, and can also freely come and go between the secular world and the cultivation world?"
"It's hard to say." Ye Qiu also knew in his heart that the person who killed the dragon was definitely a powerful person. As for what kind of cultivation he had, he was not sure yet.
"It's a pity that this dragon died too long ago, otherwise we would have been lucky."
"I am so old, but I have never eaten a dragon."
Snapped!
Master Changmei suddenly took action and hit the dragon's body hard with his palm. However, the dragon's scales were extremely strong and were not damaged at all.
"Why did you hit it?" Ye Qiu wondered.
Master Changmei said: "The poor Taoist didn't like it, so he wanted to beat it."
"Boring." Ye Qiu curled his lips.
The Changmei Master stared at Jiaolong's body, rolled his eyes, and said: "Little brat, last time in Kunlun Temple, you took away the medicine field. As the saying goes, everyone who sees it has a share, do you have to give it to me?" Do you want some magic medicine?"
"Why are you mentioning this all of a sudden?" Ye Qiu felt that Master Changmei had evil intentions and asked warily.
Master Changmei said: "You used the thousand-year elixir to help the God of War and Ye Wudi improve their cultivation. Pindao also wants some thousand-year elixir. I will send it to Shui Sheng so that he can also improve his cultivation."
So this is ah!
Ye Qiu relaxed his vigilance and said, "To be honest, I only have three thousand-year-old elixirs left."
"Damn it, there are more than a hundred thousand-year-old elixir, and why are there only three left? You prodigal son." Changmeizhen said angrily: "I want two."
"No." Ye Qiu said, "I want to keep the last three thousand-year-old elixirs to refine the formula for Sister Lin and others."
"Then you give me a thousand-year-old elixir." Changmeizhen said, "I want one."
"No matter what, I have to leave something for Shuisheng before I leave, so that this kid won't scold me behind my back in the future."
Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment and decided to give one to Chang Mei Zhenren. In fact, refining two thousand-year-old elixirs called Yan Dan would be enough.
"Okay, I'll give you one."
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he opened the Qiankun bag. The next second, he was dumbfounded.
"Grass!"
Ye Qiu cursed angrily.
"What's wrong?" Master Changmei said, "You won't tell Pindao that the elixir is gone, right?"
"The elixir is gone, not a single one is gone." Ye Qiu looked very unhappy. The remaining three thousand-year-old elixir were all eaten by the mysterious egg.
Master Changmei didn't believe it: "Little bastard, who are you lying to? You just said there were three plants, how come they are gone in the blink of an eye?"
"It is true that the elixir is gone. I will explain this to you later." Ye Qiu thought about it and must find an opportunity to give that egg a good beating.
Ye Qiu felt worried.
"If the elixir is gone, how can we refine the beauty elixir for Lin Jingqing and the others?"
"It seems that before entering the world of cultivation, I still need to find a few thousand-year-old elixir."
Master Longmei said: "Little bastard, since the elixir is gone, then you can help Pindao."
"What are you busy with?" Ye Qiu asked.
Master Changmei pointed at the body of the dragon and said: "Although this dragon is dead, its body is not destroyed. Presumably the dragon's tendons are still there. You can help Pindao get the dragon's tendons out. As for the elixir, I don't want it." ."
It was only then that Ye Qiu realized that Master Changmei didn't want the thousand-year elixir at all. He had been trying to hit the dragon's tendon from the beginning.
"If you want to speak straightforwardly, why bother beating around the bush?" Ye Qiu glared at Changmei Master, and then took out the Xuanyuan Sword.
Clang!
The Xuanyuan Sword was extremely sharp, instantly piercing the dragon's scales and penetrating the dragon's back. A moment later, a long dragon tendon was taken out by Ye Qiu.
The dragon tendon is only as thick as a chopstick, as black as ink, like a long black rope.
"The dragon's tendons are poisonous, so be careful." Ye Qiu reminded.
"It's okay, I have my own way." Master Chang Mei took the dragon tendon and suddenly threw it into the air.
