The moment Chen Pingan started to draw the talisman, under the signal of the golden old dragon, the Jiaolong Valley had already taken action, and the lion was fighting the rabbit with all his strength. Hundreds of thousands of dragons were lurking in this ravine.
, rushing towards Osmanthus Island together with the sea water that originally towered in the sky.
Only the direction where the golden old dragon was entrenched seemed particularly peaceful.
The old man Zhouzi dropped the Dragon King basket in his hand at his feet. The life and death of a young dragon had nothing to do with the overall situation. The old man glanced at the young man with a sword on his back, his whole person seemed to be shrouded in the pure moonlight, each person wrote a stroke and a talisman.
, integrated into one, like a small world between the abbots.
The old man admired in his heart. The little guy was quite impressive. Although it had little to do with his level or cultivation level, the old man thought that he did not have this kind of magnanimity when he was young.
The old man quickly looked back and said softly: "Mrs. Gui, Osmanthus Island is in danger. Chen Ping'an and this talisman will be protected by me for the time being. Mrs. Gui will just go and sit on the ferry, and let Ma Zhi and a few stewards quickly go to the mountain.
All guests know their interests and should not hide their interests anymore. All personal grudges, as well as rewards and compensations, will be discussed after Osmanthus Island survives this disaster."
"Old Jiao's attack this time is very strange, and judging from the method it used to kill the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, it has either broken through and entered the upper five realms, or someone secretly set up an array in Jiaolonggou to turn this place into something like
The existence of the Confucian Academy Academy. Maybe some heretical master took a fancy to this enclave, which gave Laojiao the confidence to challenge the Confucian saints of Posuzhou. But whether it was Yupu realm, or a
False Saint, once it attacks with all its strength, it will be difficult for you to deal with it alone without me."
Mrs. Gui hesitated a little and did not rush to Osmanthus Island. She even deliberately slowed down her speech to weigh the pros and cons. During her long monastic life, Mrs. Gui knew that she could do ten things and hundreds of things if she was in a dilemma where she was confused.
Nothing is better than doing one thing right.
The sea water on three sides was like a bursting of embankments, smashing into the ferry at the "bottom of the bowl".
On Osmanthus Island, except for the ancestral osmanthus tree on the top of the mountain, there are more than a thousand osmanthus trees. At the same time, their leaves have fallen one after another. Before falling to the ground, the fallen leaves fly into the air together. They are not in disorder. The osmanthus leaves hang in the air one after another, forming a
A semicircle covered Osmanthus Island, and then the osmanthus leaves instantly burned to ashes and disappeared, leaving only a group of green spiritual energy in place, condensed into small and large balls. Between these osmanthus leaf spiritual balls as big as wild chestnuts, they spread out to all sides.
Thousands of green silk threads come out, pulling and connecting with each other.
The sea is turbulent, and the ferry is like a flat boat. The spiritual energy contained in the osmanthus leaves is connected with each other, just like a big net thrown out by the boat. However, this time the "net" is not for catching fish, but for covering the rain.
When the sea water hit the big net, the waves surged, but not a drop of water penetrated the big net and landed on Osmanthus Island. The ferry only shook slightly, and when the ancestral osmanthus tree showed a mysterious posture of rapidly growing branches and leaves, the ground on the top of the mountain cracked.
Many ravines appeared, exposing the twisted roots of the old osmanthus trees. The entire Osmanthus Island began to rise slowly, as if it was trying to withstand the impact of the sea water, hang in the air to resist the wind, and forcefully escape from the Jiaolong Valley.
Many water horned turtles with horns on their foreheads were the most ferocious in their charge. They landed on the big net one after another, tearing at the osmanthus leaf array with their sharp claws, or hitting them with their heads.
This kind of water dragon is regarded as an honorable member of the genus of dragons. It is relatively close to the true dragon that was the first to rule the world. It is very different from the snake and carp. It just has one more word for water, which is better than a single dragon.
The water Qiu is a kind of giant Qiu that had intercourse with the green snake in the sea in ancient times, so it is also called the Green Qiu because it likes to hide in the sea.
The White Chi in the majestic mountains and ridges, one in the deep sea and one on the land, often appears in the articles of literati and poets, and is a frequent guest in the poems about immortals.
Many descendants of the dragons followed behind, violently hitting the big net, and also used their unique water magic powers to wrap up tens of thousands of seawater one by one, and hit the big net together.
When the old man Zhouzi saw this scene, he was heartbroken. This was Mrs. Gui who was using her hard-won earthly immortal skills to allow the fundamental energy of her true body to rapidly deplete in order to gain a glimmer of hope for everyone.
Ma Zhi, who is staying on the island, must have negotiated with the guests, but he is not sure whether they can work together to tide over the difficulties.
When Chen Ping'an was trying his best to write the lock-cutting talisman, the golden old dragon besides giving orders, let Jiaolonggou attack Osmanthus Island in one go, but it had no intention of taking action. It just thought for a moment, shook its golden-scaled body, and slowly swam towards the clear water.
At the edge of the sea, a majestic old man wearing a golden robe finally walked out from the ripples. His eyebrows were extremely long, hanging down to his chest. He moved forward in the air, ignoring the need to be distracted by this old dragon that had turned into a human form.
Mrs. Gui, who was controlling Osmanthus Island, was as indifferent as the life and death of the young dragon. The old man in golden robe was like a mountaineer slowly walking down the hillside, overlooking the two small boats and three people at the foot of the mountain.
The old dragon looked at the young man's back, kept walking, and said with a smile: "Little guy, you tampered with that dragon pole and wrote the lock-cutting talisman without authorization. I just treat you as young and ignorant, and let you hide the two secretly.
It's a flying sword, but if you push it further..."
The old man Zhouzi steered the boat under his feet and stood behind Chen Pingan, one person and one boat. He looked up at the old beast whose temperament had changed drastically, and sneered: "It doesn't matter if you push for an inch, are you going to kill me at your neck to ask for a more comfortable death? Please?"
You bastards swallow it whole, don’t chew it slowly?”
Lao Jiao glanced sideways at Lao Zhouzi and said with a smile: "If you break the rules, you will all die. As for how you die, it doesn't really matter. Have you forgotten that if your souls after death are little by little?
The silk and cocoons were peeled off by my hands, and dozens of candles were made into lanterns. After being lit, they were placed in the deepest part of Jiaolong Valley and endured the cold pain. This crime was even more unbearable than being quartered by five horses and cut into pieces by a thousand cuts on the human execution ground.
Especially for an old Jindan monk like you, the higher your Taoism, the higher the quality of incense and candles..."
Having said this, the old man in golden robe sighed, stopped, put one hand behind his back, and twisted the long golden eyebrows hanging on his chest with two fingers of the other hand, and said helplessly: "Little guy, this Fan family boatman and I will help you delay
After all this time, it’s just a lock-cutting talisman ordered by Master Yu, but it hasn’t been painted yet? Are you a disciple of the Taoist talisman sect, and it’s becoming more and more useless now? Or are you not good at studying and drawing talismans? Or is this talisman too powerful?
, the talisman paper is too precious, making your writing a bit... astringent? No problem, I haven't seen or experienced the lock-cutting talisman for many years, and I miss it very much, so I can still afford to wait at this time, young man, slowly
Come on, don't be in a hurry."
Mrs. Gui lamented.
Lao Zhouzi was in a similar state of mind.
This is the horror of a saint ruling a world.
Just like the Confucian sage is in charge of the academy, the true king is in the Taoist temple, the Arhat is in the temple, and the martial sage is in charge of the battlefield.
The pale-faced Madam Gui said sternly: "You commit such brutality and murder, aren't you afraid that the Confucian saints of Posuzhou will hold you accountable?!"
The old dragon's eyes looked pitiful and said: "Mrs. Gui, Mrs. Gui, you shouldn't have stayed in a muddy pond like Laolong City. You are just cocooning yourself. You have been doing nothing for so many years and have not heard what is happening outside the window. How can you know that under the general trend, you can follow the trend?"
Those who prosper and those who rebel will perish, Madam Gui, although I have coveted your true body for many years, but because you are of good family background, I can give you one last chance to submit to me and participate in the grand event with Jiaolonggou, how about that?"
Mrs. Gui sneered and said: "I really don't know if you would dare to speak nonsense if a Confucian saint were here! Let alone a saint, I'm afraid he is just a gentleman, which is enough to make you tremble, right?"
The old man in golden robe smiled and shook his head, "Today is different from the past, that's why I said that your vision, Mrs. Gui, is too narrow, that's all. Different ways don't work together. After eating you, I can successfully enter the Yupu realm. By then,
Even if a Confucian saint from the Yingyin Chen family leaves the academy and comes here to hold me to account, what can he do to me?"
The old man grinned and said with a deep smile, "I know you still don't give up. You thought I was playing tricks on you before, and you were lucky enough to let the young man draw the lock-killing talisman to scare all the dragons except me.
, look, I have fulfilled your wish, do you still think I am bluffing?"
The old man took a step forward and instantly came to the side of Chen Pingan's boat, which was about ten feet away.
Chen Ping'an is like an old monk who has entered meditation without caring about worldly affairs, just slowly drawing the talisman.
Mrs. Gui and the old man Zhouzi made a move at the same time. She threw out a branch of osmanthus and landed on the bow of the boat. The woman silently recited the phrase "the roots are in the blue sky", and the osmanthus branch instantly grew into a small osmanthus tree with dancing branches and leaves.
There are clusters of golden osmanthus flowers, fragrant and fragrant. The osmanthus trees are ten feet high, and the shade of the trees covers Chen Ping'an.
The old man quickly made secrets with both hands, recited the incantation silently, and stomped heavily on the boat he was standing on. His palms touched each other, and their ten fingers intertwined. A brilliant light bloomed from between the fingers. The old boatman pressed his thumb on his heart with one hand, and pointed at the golden old dragon with his little finger.
, after the old man made the secret, there was bright red fire lingering all over his body, like a heavenly official god wearing a red robe, his forehead covered with scarlet inscriptions, shouting angrily: "The golden crow flaps its wings, the fire god boils water!"
The sea surface between the boat at the old man's feet and the old man in golden robe was like a hot pot of boiling water, with steam rising. Then, golden crows flew out from it, dragging streaks of billowing flames and rushing towards the old dragon.
But the golden-robed old dragon just waved his sleeves and pulled out two green water dragons from the sea water on both sides of his body. They collided with the golden crows. Dozens of golden crows were instantly devoured by the two old men. Although the green water dragons had a full meal
Suddenly, fire flashed from time to time in his belly, and finally they both died, their bodies collapsed, and returned to the sea. However, the old man used his magic formula and struck quickly and fiercely. It could be said that he was powerful. Compared with the golden-robed dragon's understatement and judgment, there was a huge disparity.
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The golden-robed old dragon sneered and said: "God of Fire? Such ancient gods are too complicated, and because of a great disaster, the gods who inherit this unification often have unfair names. Compared with the orderly and profound inheritance in history,
The God of Water, who is trusted by the Emperor of Heaven, is really not worth mentioning. You little golden elixir, I’m afraid you don’t even know the four words of the God of Fire to boil water, and you are showing your cowardice, right? The earliest God of Fire, that was a lie.
Those who boiled the whole world dry and burned all the five lakes to create clouds and mist in the sky. The gods of the Ministry of Fire in later generations will only dare to say boiled water. What kind of water? The big rivers are water and the small streams are water. If you boil the water, can you make tea?"
This tactic of the old man was easily broken by the golden-robed old dragon. He was not discouraged. While the latter was chattering, he changed another tactic. He clenched his hands into fists, bumped them together hard, and stepped out with his feet.
The image of the heavenly official disappeared, looking at each other angrily, with the appearance of a powerful protector. The old man was surrounded by thunder beads with electric light swirling around him.
The old man finally separated his fists, and punched his heart and abdomen three times in succession. The spiritual energy in the three Qi Palaces was surging. The other fist returned to his palm, with his palm facing the sky, "Jingzhe bulges his belly, Lei Ze Cave opens, listen to my order, Dai Tian
Punishment!"
In the cloudless blue sky, a huge whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared out of thin air. A streak of snow-white lightning stood out, turned several times in the air, and struck at the head of the golden-robed old dragon.
The figure of the old man in golden robe disappeared on the spot, but the thunder and lightning that split the air did not dissipate. It penetrated directly through the sea water, fell into the depths of Jiaolong Gorge, and ejected back, reflecting the white snow on the bottom of the sea and the many hidden things.
The dragons at the bottom of the sea did not participate in this encirclement and suppression. After being disturbed by this thunder method, they all subconsciously closed their eyes and did not dare to look directly at it.
The thunder and lightning swept out of the sea and flew to a place, and the golden-robed old dragon showed his true form. Facing this unusual thunder and lightning, the old dragon finally seemed a little annoyed. This time he lost his previous leisurely demeanor and did not continue to dodge.
Standing there, frowning slightly, he put his two fingers together, held a long golden eyebrow respectively, and quickly wiped it, and two golden sword lights slipped out from the fingertips, about three feet long, as long as the sword in the world, and faced the sword with one sword.
There was thunder and lightning, and a sword pierced the whirlpool above the head that was connected to a certain small Lei Ze.
The golden-robed dragon's long eyebrow swords were both successful, and together with the thunder and lightning and the whirlpool, they were destroyed together again, exploding with brilliant brilliance on both the sea surface and high in the sky.
The old man Zhouzi was worthy of being one of the rare golden elixir masters who had personally experienced the scenery of the Earth Immortal. He had endless methods. He stood up from the ground, stretched out his arm, stretched out his hand, and grasped a silver-dazzling Zhangba snake spear, stabbing it straight.
The golden-robed old dragon said, "The evil beast must die!"
The golden-robed old dragon twitched the corner of his mouth and disappeared again.
The force of Old Man Zhouzi's spear did not weaken at all, but increased in strength. A burst of black ripples appeared at the tip of the spear. There was no stagnation at the tip of the snow-white spear. The spear was as strong as a broken bamboo, like chopsticks entering the water, and it appeared visually skewed.
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Then a strange scene appeared. Dozens of golden-robed dragons stood around the old man, and on top of their heads, either one foot long or less than a foot long, there was a spear tip piercing the golden-robed dragon's head.
Ajna.
Almost all the golden-robed old dragons laughed in unison: "It's really a desperate blow from the Earth Immortal. It's hard for you in the Golden Core realm."
He stretched out a hand and grasped the tip of the spear.
Electric light splashed everywhere, and the sky and the earth were white.
Only one man in golden robe did not speak. He stood directly behind Chen Pingan's boat. He could just see Chen Pingan sitting in the shade of the osmanthus tree clearly. He could not see the specific blue talisman paper at its base, but
Full of awe-inspiring righteousness, that writing brush is a good item, even the old dragon would covet it.
Looking at the blank paper of the lock-cutting talisman, only seventy-eight percent of it was completed. Although the young man's arms, fingers and hair tips were not trembling yet, his mind was already unstable. It can be seen that writing this talisman was still too far-fetched, and the old dragon became more and more worried.
Out of curiosity, although the lock-cutting talisman is of high quality, the young man has successfully drawn the talisman on the bamboo pen before, which means that there is nothing wrong with the talisman itself, but the cyan material of the talisman paper makes it difficult for the young man to write, just like a child.
It would be no exaggeration to say that climbing mountains with heavy loads requires a lot of effort.
A high-quality lock-cutting talisman with the Rainmaster's order written on it.
If he had become a saint before, the golden-robed dragon would still be wary. After all, this is a natural conflict. In the days when Yushi Hebo Shuijun and his like were still orthodox gods, dragons would respect such people.
It's like the existence of a yamen superior.
But now, no matter how "tough" this talisman is, the golden-robed dragon doesn't take it seriously. He is even eager to see the lock-cutting talisman again.
After all, during a long period of humiliation, Lao Jiao was young at the time, but what he saw and heard was extremely unforgettable.
Laojiao wants to find some old guys in the depths of Jiaolonggou who don't want to follow him to see this far-reaching talisman with their own eyes again. Maybe it can make these sluggish old guys give birth to a bloody courage again.
gas.
The complete Jiaolonggou, as long as it is twisted into a rope, cannot be compared to one or two Xianjia mansions with the title of Zong.
Dozens of golden-robed old dragons simultaneously crushed the tip of the spear.
This was the lifeblood of the old man Zhouzi. He immediately fell into the boat and vomited blood.
Except for the old dragon who stared at Chen Ping'an's painting without saying a word, the other old dragons who were aroused with strong ferocity laughed and stepped down hard almost at the same time. There was not much movement under their feet, but Shelter
The osmanthus leaf formation on Osmanthus Island is like a weak city gate being hammered hard by countless siege vehicles. It is shaking and in danger. Once the formation is damaged, those dragons will rush into the island in an instant, and these
An evil beast born with a strong physique can fight in close quarters?
Not to mention ordinary Qi practitioners who are not willing, even the most lethal sword cultivators and the most powerful military cultivators are not willing to do it.
Many middle and fifth-level Qi practitioners who were originally too thirsty to take out the magic weapon at the bottom of the box suddenly changed their expressions. They no longer dared to hide their secrets and sacrificed their magic weapons. For a while, Osmanthus Island was filled with light.
Colors flew high into the sky one after another, helping Mrs. Gui and the ancestral Gui tree resist the stampede of the golden old dragon.
However, after the Qi practitioners on the island took action with all their strength, some of the giants in Jiaolonggou who had been watching from a distance finally used their water magic powers to rain down on Osmanthus Island like a shower of arrows.
Therefore, even if Osmanthus Island has Qi practitioners to help out, it is still at a disadvantage.
At this critical moment, there was actually a tall, thin old man flying over from the sea outside Jiaolonggou, but he was obviously hesitant about taking the risk and going deeper.
It was the Nascent Soul retinue beside Mr. Jiang of the Jade Guizong.
He finally chose to wait and see.
Mrs. Gui had to go to Osmanthus Island. She really didn't expect that the formation was so fragile. Chen Pingan could no longer take care of the talisman. Once she was separated from her soul, the Osmanthus Island formation would not be able to withstand the next impact.
Even if the talisman is drawn successfully at that time, Osmanthus Island has been conquered, and the unscrupulous dragon clan will only be defeated in a miserable situation if they enter an uninhabited land.
Mrs. Gui swept away, turned to the old man and said helplessly: "Take good care of Chen Ping'an!"
The old man nodded with a wry smile and struggled to stand up.
We can only do our best and obey fate.
All the golden-robed dragons from all directions slowly walked toward the two boats.
Only the golden old dragon that always stood in place stared at Chen Pingan from beginning to end, telling him in his heart: "Little guy, if you don't finish drawing this talisman and quickly reverse the situation of the battle, all of you will die. Gui
Madam is going to die, Lao Zhouzi is going to die, and you are going to die too, all of them are going to die."
What to do, Master Yu ordered. Chen Ping'an only wrote six characters on a lock-cutting talisman with a total of eight characters, and it was extremely unruly. If nothing else happened, this talisman was considered invalid.
In fact, it took a long time for Chen Pingan to finish writing the first four characters, which was much longer than before. However, on the rain character, no matter how Chen Pingan ran his Qi machine, he couldn't even write that single stroke. The material of the talisman seems to be unwilling to accept this word at all. The two armies are confronting each other. Chen Ping'an is fighting alone. Facing a towering high city, what can he do?
When manpower is eventually exhausted, it will not be changed by any ambition and perseverance.
Chen Pingan held on for a long time, but still couldn't finish writing. When Chen Pingan's arms began to tremble for the first time, a large mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it forcefully. With no choice but to do so, Chen Pingan directly skipped the word "rain". The pass with the word "Shi" was another natural chasm, and Chen Ping'an bypassed it again. Fortunately, he reluctantly wrote the word "Edict", and at the end of that strong crossbow of pure true energy, he finally finished writing it.
After Chen Ping'an used up this breath, he was exhausted. The arm holding the small snow cone drooped down. He was trying to force himself to take a breath. This time he failed to draw the talisman, which was just adding insult to injury. At this time, the blood in his body was surging. In addition to that The mouth has hurt the original heart and blood, and there are countless blood beads seeping out from the inside out. They are extremely fine, flowing out and condensing little by little from the soul, Qi, muscles, bones, skin and flesh.
The golden-robed old dragon was so angry for the first time and cursed angrily: "Useless trash! After waiting for you for so long, you can't even write the word 'Rain Master'?!"
The old dragon stepped forward step by step, "I'll give you another chance to draw again! Draw another talisman again!"
Chen Ping'an stared at the blue talisman, and the situation did not get worse.
But it hasn't gotten better.
It seems that after parting ways with the Taoist nun from Shen Gaozong on the road, Chen Ping'an, who had been having good luck all the way after leaving Lizhu Cave Tianhou, began to go downhill, as if he had once again returned to Lizhu Cave Tianhou before it shattered and fell.
This time, he was directly plunged into death.
Chen Pingan raised his head and said: "You really want me to finish writing this lock-cutting talisman? Are you plotting something?"
The golden-robed old dragon looked at the young man carefully, nodded with a smile and said: "Of course. It's just that it's meaningless to say this now. It's a waste of so much of my time. Your three souls and seven souls will be made into candle wicks later." , burning under the water of Jiaolonggou for hundreds of years.”
Chen Pingan glanced at the left arm holding the small snow cone, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted it up. Not only this arm, but also the blood all over his body seeped out from the seven orifices and skin, gurgling, "I must finish writing before I die. These two words.”
The golden-robed old dragon's eyes were gloomy and he said with a smile: "Young man has ambition, I will wait and see, and he will not hesitate to protect you personally, but don't let me down again."
Chen Pingan grinned.
He raised his right arm, wiped his eyes randomly, wiped away the blood that blurred his vision, and roughly saw the position of the talisman paper in the blank space of the "Rain Master", then closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart: "What do you do... do... It’s very important…”
A moment.
Chen Pingan began to write on the talisman paper.
The golden-robed old dragon sneered and said: "Young man, this is not the word rain. Is it because the injury is too serious and you can't think clearly?"
Another moment.
The golden-robed old dragon no longer smiled at all.
On the talisman paper, there is no longer the so-called talisman's aura.
Instead, a ray of divine light is gathering rapidly.
Chen Pingan just maintained that position, not because he didn't want to move, but because he really couldn't move.
This lock-cutting talisman is no longer a lock-cutting talisman in the true sense.
Because it is not "whatever the task is, it is the rain master's order".
Rather, "What matters should be done, Lu Chen gives the order."
Lu Chen’s order!
The golden-robed old dragon was also motionless, showing he had more than enough willpower but not enough energy.
Chen Ping'an's lips moved slightly, silently feeling the warm thoughts on the pen and paper, which brought happiness to his soul. His voice trembled, and he said softly: "I saw it said in the book that the saint has something to say..."
Chen Pingan kept coughing and finally said the second half of his sentence, "The dragon lurks in the abyss."
The eight words spoken verbally seemed to be no less important than the eight words written on the talisman.
A total of sixteen words, falling in the Jiaolong Valley, were like a bolt from the blue and five thunders.
"promise!"
"Follow the law!"
A sound sounded from the depths of Jiaolonggou, one after another, continuously.
The world is silent.
Dozens of golden-robed old dragons merged into one figure. He lowered his head, cupped his hands and clasped his fists, but with a sinister smile on his face, "Young man, please die before you receive the order."
Over Jiaolonggou, a golden sword light as thick as a mountain peak descended from the sky.
It fell straight onto the young man's head.
There are people who can save him, but are unwilling to do so, such as the Nascent Soul old woman next to the boy in bamboo clothes.
Some people want to save, but for the sake of the Fan family's great cause, they can only choose to retreat, such as Mrs. Gui.
Some people have no choice but to sacrifice their lives for the young man, such as the old boatman who is just around the corner.
Most people are just watching the excitement. The overall situation has been decided, so why should they be nervous?
At this moment, Chen Ping'an seemed to have a clear understanding of everyone's heart and feelings, but his expression was neither sad nor happy.
A pair of seals, landscape and water marks, slipped out of his sleeves and stopped above his head.
After the golden sword light collapsed, a pair of mountain and water marks were left. Only the water mark remained, and the mountain mark was gone.