Fu Tongjun and Fu Mai were walking far away in the fiery water, when suddenly a red light appeared under the water, and they began to swim like living creatures.

When the flood tide suddenly rose, the dragon's roar echoed underwater, and the two of them lowered their heads to look down.

The dragon scales are clearly visible, this is a red dragon.

"Sister, it seems that there were only two people, Yanlong and Huanglong, in the Battle of Fuzhou back then, right?"

"That's right."

"Huanglong is an earth-yellow dragon king, and his body turns into mountains in the west of the sky. Yanlong is a long golden dragon with a sinuous body, under the four-door Fulong Formation."

"That's right."

"Then what is this red dragon? Yanshui doesn't even have a dragon, so how can there be a real dragon?"

Fu Tongjun pursed his lips and stared at the red dragon slowly swimming under the water: "Brother, what did you hear?"

"He wants revenge. I heard that a dragon king wants to destroy Donglai and devour all living creatures."

Fu Tongjun's heart sank: She believed in her brother's talent for dragon speech. So, is there really a third dragon king who survived?

"This is not the Dragon King, just a painting spirit who escaped from trouble——"

Plop!

The boat sank slightly, and the two men quickly alerted themselves.

A round-faced boy stood on the bow of the ship with a smile. He was wearing a black and red military uniform and carrying a golden lightsaber on his back.

"Who are you?"

"I, Wukong, am a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi of Sanxing Cave. I feel that the fire and water are going to cause calamity, so I came here to help."

Wukong boy looked at the red dragon leaving the water and said with a smile: "Not long ago, Master Ye Long was painting a dragon picture in Yanshui. With his superb skills, he captured the true meaning of the entire Yanshui and turned it into the appearance of a red dragon.

"It just so happened that the flame water was once contaminated with the blood of the Red Dragon. The Red Dragon King was obsessed with it, so he attached to this picture, escaped from the picture scroll, and swallowed the real person Ye Long. Now the real person is fighting with it in the body of the Red Dragon. If he loses

, the red dragon can turn into a living being if it swallows the painting’s owner.”

Henghua explained and sighed:

Master Ye Long's suffering is related to me. If he didn't have my guidance and his painting skills were improved, he wouldn't be able to draw dragons in Yanshui, let alone cause such a thing.

Fu Maiyuan frowned: "Zhenren Ye Long? I heard Master mention that he is good at painting dragons and is consistent with our Tao. I originally planned to visit him for advice."

Fu Tongjun stopped him and looked at Fu Henghua warily: "How do you know about this kind of thing?"

The Wukong boy looked straight, raised his hands to the sky and said, "My master is well versed in the secrets of heaven, knows the changes in the past and future three lives, and understands the mystery of the three worlds and the ten directions. I am here to receive the master's decree and come to rescue Master Ye Long from trouble.

"You two, if you don't mind, could you lend me a helping hand?"

Fu Tongjun didn't like this smooth-tongued young man: "We don't mind."

"The Red Dragon is just an object in the painting at the moment. If you eat the painting's subject, you will become a real living being. Then go to Red Alga to get back the other half of the blood source, and you can restore the true form of the Red Dragon King.

"At that time, its purpose is to go to Yanlong and rescue its companions. For the sake of your own family, you two should help me."

Fu Tongjun: "Before that, Yanshui will be destroyed first. The people here should be more anxious than us. If you ask us for help, it is better to go to the locals. Besides, Yanshui is next door to Tianyang, and the experts there

I won’t just sit back and watch.”

"It's just a painting spirit, why does the Grand Master need to take action? I can just send him away."

Young Wukong said distressedly: "Such a trivial matter, my teacher could have solved it with just a flick of his little finger. But he just said that this is the experience of our younger generation and refused to interfere."

Fu Maiyuan followed his words: "Since the master has determined everything, how should we treat this dragon?"

"There is a dragon girl in Yanshui. She was originally a girl from the Baijia River. She was in trouble in Yanshui. She once got a dragon skin and could transform into a young dragon at night. The master said that this dragon skin is related to the Red Dragon King. Just look for her.

Just help each other and suck away the dragon's blood carried by the painting spirit.

"You two, please go find the Dragon Girl. I'll go find the others!"

After saying that, Wukong boy disappeared.

Fu Tongjun walked to where the young man stood.

There is only one water map to find the Dragon Girl.

The Gu insects were sprinkled, but not a trace of the breath remained.

Not like a living person.

Fu Tongjun thought secretly.

"younger sister?"

"Listen to him, I'll find someone. Brother, go to Hidden Sword Island quickly and inform Senior Du."

"It's better for me to find someone, and you go to Hidden Sword Island."

"As a woman, it's inconvenient for you to go, so I'd better do it."

Fu Tongjun set up the golden cicada Gu and hurriedly went to find the dragon girl.

Seeing the situation, Fumai had no choice but to go to Hidden Sword Island.

…

Henghua borrowed Jin Gong's formless body to walk, and when the wind moved, he arrived at Hidden Sword Island.

Seeing Fu Xuanxing practicing swordsmanship in the sword-making pool, he went directly to look for Fu Liuhui.

Fu Liuhui struggled to pass through the third floor, and when he entered the fourth floor, he felt the threat of sword intent.

The Sword Tomb contains three hundred sword intents, and if one is refined to perfection, it is expected to condense the natal sword embryo.

In the past, sword cultivators came here mostly to choose a natal sword intention in order to achieve a breakthrough in the golden elixir.

The girl stood at the door, looking at the three hundred flying swords. Among them, twelve swords had substance, and they were clearly twelve spiritual weapons.

Several of the swordsmen are very familiar, and they have clearly dealt with them on the first three floors.

"The sword masters on the three floors above are searching for their masters. Are you secretly directing them? The few auras I noticed are those of you, right? The purpose of choosing the sword masters in the front is to allow the main body to escape from the sword tomb and return to the outside world to regain freedom?"

The sword spirits noticed Fu Liuhui's sword bone qualifications and rushed forward one after another.

"I'm sorry, my purpose is to enter the fifth floor of the Sword Tomb and use the origin of the Sword Tomb to cultivate my own sword intention."

The cloud sleeves fluttered, and the clear wind subdued the demonic sword intent to drive back all the sword intents.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Wind Sword was furious. The sword light drew an arc, and twelve hurricanes surrounded Fu Liuhui.

Next to it is a fire sword practicing Lihuo swordsmanship. The thirteen sword moves are executed one by one, forming the appearance of a red bird.

In addition, other sword intentions have also changed their postures. They have no real body, and they can only achieve enlightenment by merging with the sword cultivator and making their own sword intent become the fundamental sword intent of the sword cultivator.

Looking at the Dangui, the Jade Rabbit, the Golden Crow, the Sun, etc., I fantasize.

Fu Liuhui said nothing and struck down with all his strength.

The way of the sword is all about fighting.

The group of swords were forced back by the violent wind.

A sword intention circulated in Fu Liuhui's palm.

The wind is invisible, but it can wilt the moon, break flowers, and blow the cold snow all over the sky.

"Everyone, I'm sorry."

The sword intention revived, and the sword spirits were swept away by the sword of wind, flowers, snow and moon, clearing a passage.

Fu Liuhui looked towards the sky.

Of the twelve spiritual swords, only Tianfeng and Lihuo moved, while the other spiritual swords remained untouched.

"Woof woof——"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Fu Liuhui was distracted and looked towards the door.

"Why are you here? Isn't he watching?"

While distracted, the third spiritual sword flew down.

The force is like running thunder, and when it gets close to the Fuliu emblem, it turns into a thunder beast.

Fu Liuhui quickly drew out his sword to resist.

The fourth Qilin Sword fell and pierced Fu Liuhui's heart veins in an attempt to perform a blood sacrifice.

"These spiritual swords have been sealed for many years, and their spirituality is no worse than that of living people."

A golden light flashed behind him, and the Qilin Thunder Sword flew out.

Fu Liuhui took the opportunity to hug Qilei and retreated to the door.

The round-faced boy stood not far away, waving to her.

"I came here to retrieve the sword as ordered by my master, but I didn't want to meet a fellow disciple."

"Who are you?"

"I am the Patriarch Bodhi, and my Taoist name is Wukong."
To be continued...