Chapter five hundred and ninety seventh one-handed capture the dragon
Qingyun Temple is located on several peaks around Qingyun Peak. There are clouds and mist around it. Once a mortal breaks in, he will lose his way and can only escape by kneeling down and confessing.
Today, two uninvited guests were welcomed above the clouds and mist. One had an ordinary face and was dressed as a scribe, while the other was fluttering in white and looked very beautiful, just like a fairy from heaven.
"Brother Luo, down here is the Qingyun Temple. Should we pay homage first and then send out greeting cards?"
Dong Lijun's eyes were bright, looking at the mountain-protecting formation of Qingyun Temple below.
"No need to bother, just say hello!"
After saying that, Luo Hong's right palm suddenly turned black, and immediately a three-foot-long black ghost claw condensed out of the formation.
Immediately, without saying a word, Luo Hong pressed down hard with his right palm, and saw the Rakshasa's ghost hand also smashed down, hitting a layer of red light that suddenly appeared.
"Brother Luo, this is the Double Yang Demon Array. It is extremely restrained on Yin attribute treasures. You"
Seeing that the Rakshasa ghost's hand was full of sinister energy, Dong Lijun hurriedly reminded her, but unexpectedly, before she could finish her words, she saw the Rakshasa ghost's hand holding the blazing red sun fire and tearing out a piece of the mask.
Big hole.
"Fellow Taoist from Qingyun Temple, please come out and meet me."
At this time, Luo Hong did not rush into it, but spoke loudly.
With Mo Li's blessing, Luo Hong's light words echoed clearly in Qingyun Peak and the surrounding peaks, immediately making all the Taoist priests of Qingyun Temple look up.
When the red-faced old Taoist heard this, his face turned cold, and his eyes showed a fierce look. He left the two female Taoist priests behind and turned into a ray of light and headed towards the gap in the formation. At the same time, he loudly transmitted the message:
"Who is the fellow Taoist who came to my Qingyun Temple to cause trouble?!"
The red-faced old Taoist is the great elder of Qingyun Temple and the only monk in the temple who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Seeing him come forward to deal with it, the Taoist priests in the temple couldn't help but feel relieved, and then they started to want to watch the fun.
The red-faced old Taoist was not far away, and because he was so angry that he fled at full speed, he arrived at the gap in the formation in more than ten breaths of time.
Looking around, I saw only two Nascent Soul monks, a man and a woman, hanging outside the formation. There was no trace of the other party's means of breaking through the formation.
The red-faced old Taoist had some impressions of the female cultivator among them. She was Mr. Li Shan from Hongru Academy. She practiced the Vast and Vast Qi Technique and was very pure. She was not easy to compete with.
However, if she dares to break into the mountain gate of Qingyun Temple alone, then she doesn't know how to write the word "death"!
Therefore, after the red-faced old Taoist glanced at Dong Lijun, he focused on the scribe man beside her.
As his spiritual consciousness swept over him, the red-faced old Taoist felt that the other party was shrouded in a layer of clouds, making it difficult to see through or distinguish him, and that Mr. Lishan was vaguely dominated by him.
This person is not simple and must be dealt with carefully!
Although the red-faced old Taoist was frightened, he was leaning against the sect at this time. He thought that even if the late Nascent Soul cultivator came in person, he would not be able to defeat him in a short time, so he did not show any timidity at the moment and asked with a frosty face:
"Who are you, Your Excellency, and why did you break my formation?"
"Haha, I just said hello, I hope fellow Taoist friends don't be surprised.
My surname is Luo Minghong, and I am a wandering cultivator in the mountains. I am here for no other reason than to ask you, Qingyun Temple, to hand over one of you!"
Luo Hong chuckled and responded politely.
"Helping someone?"
The red-faced old Taoist pondered for a moment and then realized who Luo Hong was talking about. Then a sneer appeared on his face and he stared at Dong Lijun and said:
"What? Hongru Academy is planning to stand up for the disciples who have joined the world?
Fairy Dong, have you thought clearly about the consequences of doing this?!"
"Fellow Taoist, this is a misunderstanding. This matter was led by Luo and has nothing to do with Hongru Academy.
Luo and Qi Fenglei are old acquaintances, and I asked fellow Taoist fellows to give me some face. They have been locked up for ten years, so they are almost done!"
Luo Hong actually put on a pleasant look at this time, which was completely different from the time when he broke through the formation without saying a word.
"Huh, there's no face to talk about this matter!
Since the order is for one Jiazi, one Jiazi must be locked up!
If he is released early, how can our Qingyun Temple gain a foothold in the Jin Dynasty!"
The red-faced old Taoist was unwilling to give in, so he spoke loudly and forcefully.
After hearing this, all the Taoist priests in the temple were excited and filled with enthusiasm. They wished they could immediately contribute to Qingyun Temple.
"Oh, then don't stand still!" Luo Hong said seemingly casually.
"What!"
The red-faced old Taoist suddenly suspected that he had heard wrongly, but he soon lost his temper.
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Hong used his Rakshasa ghost hand without hesitation, condensing a huge ghost hand and slapping it towards the red-faced old Taoist.
"Later overhaul!"
Sensing the magical aura released by Luo Hong, the red-faced old Taoist's complexion suddenly changed. He did not dare to take the Rakshasa ghost's hand forcefully, and retreated into the formation in a flash.
The gap opened by Luo Hong just now has long been restored, but the Shuangyang Demon Formation under normal conditions obviously cannot stop Luo Hong's offensive.
The red-faced old Taoist knew this very well, so after retreating into the formation, he immediately sacrificed his own magic weapon, the Qianyang Fire Bead.
I saw the dragon pattern on the surface of the bead flash, and the next moment it came to life, twisting its body and flying away from the bead, and in the blink of an eye it grew into a huge gilt fire dragon more than thirty feet long.
As soon as this dragon appeared, it suddenly opened its mouth and sucked in, swallowing the countless red flames condensed in the large formation. Not only did the flames on its body become stronger, but its breath also surged, and it faintly broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage.
posture!
However, despite displaying such amazing magical powers, the old red-faced Taoist's face did not look good at all. At this moment, he said in a solemn voice to Quan Guan:
"All the disciples of Qingyun Temple immediately entered the formation and fought with me to fight against the enemy!
Master Nephew Leng, go find your master quickly and tell him to leave seclusion immediately! Go quickly!"
Just as he was speaking, the ghost hand of Rakshasa had already fled to the vicinity of the dragon's head. The red sun burst out from the eyes of the gilded fire dragon, and it opened its mouth to spit out a thick pillar of demonic flames.
It stands to reason that under such yang spiritual flames, a magical weapon as sinister as the Rakshasa Ghost Hand would definitely be severely damaged.
However, the ghost-faced silkworm's silk is invulnerable to water and fire, and the mere red flames of the demon cannot harm it at all.
Therefore, Luo Hong clenched his right fist fiercely, driving the Rakshasa's ghost hand to hold the pillar of fire in front of him, and kept blasting upwards, with the force of breaking the bamboo, and hit the gilded fire dragon's head hard.
The force of this blow was so fierce that the huge head of the gilded fire dragon was immediately dented, and it fell backwards with a howl.
Taking this opportunity, Luo Hong suddenly raised his magic power, and the Rakshasa ghost hand instantly doubled in size, turning into a giant hand more than six feet long. With a shrill ghost whistle, it pinched the dragon's head a little behind.
body.
"not good!"
Seeing this, the red-faced old Taoist knew what was about to happen, and quickly cast a spell to make the body of the gilded fire dragon expand again, trying to hold the Rakshasa's ghost hand away.
But as Luo Hong slowly exerted force with his right hand, instead of being pushed open, the Rakshasa's ghost hand pinched the dragon's body and dented it.