Lincheng Huamo Chapter 99: Transforming God into Black Dragon
In an ordinary tavern in Mo County, a pair of children were enjoying themselves in the private room, exchanging glasses of wine.
Naturally, these two children couldn't use a knife or a gun. They thought it was too boring to go back to Yan Xiao, so the two of them turned from handsome teenagers into children and found a tavern at random, and that was how they were happy.
The white-haired child took a bite of the chicken leg and said, "Cat, do you know where those people come from?"
The black-haired boy drank a glass of wine in one gulp, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and replied: "I don't care, but, brother, why can you, Jude Junior Thirteen, deal with those juniors? In the path of immortality, Junior Thirteen is no better than
Getting started, not to mention the great road, not even stepping into the foundation building. Although those people are just a group of junior Qi practitioners, but with Xiao Shisan’s advanced cultivation, isn’t it too difficult to deal with so many people?”
The white-haired child chuckled, and then said: "I taught him the skills of King Ming of Shancheng. When you were in the dust, the master also passed on the Yin and Yang strategy to him. If he can't defeat these so-called immortals who are no different from him, then it's really impossible.
You are qualified to be Master’s disciple.”
As soon as he heard about the Yin Yang Strategy, the black-haired child held his cheek and said helplessly, "Hey, the brat's Yin Yang Strategy has been released, but I, the ancestor, haven't even seen a broken soul.
Still, helpless, helpless."
The black-haired kid was about to pretend to be serious, but the white-haired kid wouldn't give him a chance. A chestnut hit him on the head, causing him to scream in pain.
"Return to the Yin and Yang policy, do you want to exhaust your senior brother and me to death?"
The black-haired child held the wine cup and laughed and apologized, then drank the wine in one gulp and said: "Good brother, good brother, Huatao'er is just talking casually. But, I just scanned over with my spiritual sense to check, what's the matter?
The people of the Sword Sect in the world are such useless people now. Third brother, do you think we can use this to tease second brother?"
When the white-haired boy heard this, he said with ill intentions: "Why don't you go tease the second brother? If you get beaten, I won't help."
When the black-haired boy heard this, he shook his head angrily.
Then the white-haired boy held the wine cup and sighed, and then said: "As you said, Xiao Shisan's cultivation path is too smooth. He is destined to have such a disaster, and he really shouldn't worry about the road that shouldn't be paved."
"Hey, it's hard to regain your bravery in the past." After saying that, the black-haired boy jumped down from the bench, holding a wine cup in his hand, full of pride. Although there are all kinds of pride, a child's appearance will still be a child's appearance.
But listening to his passionate poems, "General's Tomb, Dry Bone Monument, Eight Hundred Miles of Yellow Sand Buries the Heroes' Souls. Holding the Drinking Order, Playing with Flowers and Spears, Gods Weeping, Ghosts and Fearful Demons Bow Down. Laughing at me for being alone and unaccompanied, waving millions of soldiers. Divine strategy
There is no name, no words in the ghost book, if you let me, I will be unparalleled in the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, he made a general's order with his free hand, pointing in one direction with a heroic posture.
But after hearing a "swish" sound, the black-haired child flipped open his mouth and swallowed the piece of beef that flew into his mouth.
The white-haired child slapped the table and laughed loudly, saying: "How generous, how generous. Mao'er, my second brother has said that in the next hundred years, your Yin Yang strategy may have a chance to appear in this world."
Upon hearing this, the black-haired child threw the wine cup aside. It was said that the wine cup was of good quality and was not broken when it fell. The black-haired child jumped up on the table, his eyes like a milk cat, and asked: "Two
Did you tell me when it was?"
The white-haired child smiled and said nothing. Just when he was about to drink, he heard a dragon roar. The two brothers could not sit still, and they all looked in the direction of Tianshui Villa.
"Sword spirit in the realm of gods!" they all said in unison, with their brows furrowed.
This sword pressure was extremely powerful and quite familiar. The two of them looked at each other, then the white-haired child dropped a piece of broken silver and swept out of the window. The black-haired child did the same thing.
A wooden window, from the inside to the outside, the appearance of the two people changed in a surprising way. The two people lost their childlike appearance and turned into handsome young men, walking in the air. With such strange movements of the two people, the street was bustling with people.
But he turned a blind eye, as if he really hadn't seen it.
Two flowers bloomed, one on each branch. In the direction of Tianshui Villa, eleven men in black and the Mohist brothers rushed to the Ancient Sword Pond.
The spring water was empty, and a black dragon was hovering in the sky with black air. Seeing the stranger approaching, he couldn't help but look at the crowd of people waiting. But when he saw the Mo family brothers, their eyes were instantly blood-stained with anger, the anger accumulated in the past thousand years.
Let’s not talk about Ying Ruge’s immortal cultivation level for the moment, but he is an immortal cultivator after all, and he has seen a lot of rare and exotic animals. When he saw this scene, he immediately took action.
What he was wary of was not the black dragon, but the white-feathered phoenix he had seen last time. He was afraid that the white-feathered phoenix with unknown cultivation level would come out of nowhere.
But I saw twelve spiritual swords spinning rapidly, blocking everyone in front of them, like a brilliant peach blossom.
The black dragon opened its mouth angrily, roared and breathed out, and shot a black beam of light at everyone.
Although the sword array was strong, the master's cultivation was mediocre. The twelve flying swords were scattered and flew everywhere, falling into the stone slabs or going deep into the wall pillars. And Ying Ruge was even knocked several feet away by the impact.
, vomited out a mouthful of black blood, and fainted.
Just as the Black Dragon was about to make another move, Mo Ming quickly formed seals, and various Bagua patterns appeared, trapping the Black Dragon like a honeycomb. The Black Dragon felt that it was interesting, so he took his second breath and looked at the Bagua.
cage.
It's also strange that the blood-red eyes of the black dragon have faded away, but they still show some tenderness.
As things were about to develop, there would eventually be someone who would disrupt the situation. A man in black raised his body and shot more than a dozen sleeve arrows in the air. The power of the sleeve arrows was greater than the triangular pyramid of the old skinny monkey, shattering the Bagua pattern and shooting at the black dragon.
The Bagua pattern was broken in one place, the black dragon was frightened, angry again, and its eyes were blood red again. Its power seemed to be about to turn into a city-slaying evil dragon.
Mo Ming looked fiercely at the man in black who was hiding an arrow in his sleeve. The man in black also felt guilty and was very embarrassed. Feeling guilty would not help, so he had to look for countermeasures.
The black dragon breathed out again, and the old woman with the dragon's head turned her head had already prepared her momentum, and a sound technique came forward to meet her.
This time, the power of the dragon's breath really hit the old woman head-on, but with a snap of her finger, she was completely destroyed.
Sons and daughters of rivers and lakes die in rivers and lakes. No one is afraid of death, but some people know how to be afraid.
The black dragon, perhaps feeling bored, rushed straight into the group. The old man who had previously wielded the hammer had no weapons, and with his indestructible armor, he also rushed forward. The dragon's mouth opened, and it was about to swallow the old man into its mouth. The old man was like a pangu holding the sky.
, in Bailong's mouth, stepping on the lower jaw and the upper jaw.
There were a few times when the black dragon couldn't close its mouth. Then, after a few bursts of white breath came out from both holes, the bite force increased, and with one mouthful, Mo Ming lost another blow.
The remaining nine people showed their talents. The thin monkey old man asked Mo Ming to step back, or led everyone in the villa to leave quickly. How long could they last?
Mo Ming walked to a place where there was a long sword lying quietly on the stone slab, which was for Changkong.
Picking up the sword, Mo Ming closed her eyes and listened carefully. Seriously, if the sword has a spirit, its sound is wonderful, like the sound of nature.
Mo Ming pushed forward with one step, leaped up several feet, and shot towards the black dragon like a flying arrow.
This sword is ruthless and unintentional. The Changkong Sword is wrapped in the Mo family's unique internal power and turns into a dark long sword.
He held out a sword, but the black dragon made no move. He looked at Mo Ming, who was stabbing him with the sword, but his eyes lost their blood red color again, and his eyes became a little gentle.
When the sword approached, Mo Ming stagnated in mid-air, motionless. From the scene, the young and handsome swordsman and the black dragon wrapped in black energy did not look like the human beings.
The black dragon's figure gradually dispersed, and Mo Ming also slowly fell. Looking again, a person walked out of the black air. The man was dressed in black robes and looked beautiful. He was vaguely similar to Mo Ming.
The man walked towards Mo Ming, but Mo Ming couldn't move. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Mo Ming's face.
Then, the man opened his mouth and let out a dragon roar, which made everyone faint.
But it was this dragon roar that injured Ying Ruge, who was on the ground and almost fainted. She stood up and waved her hand, holding a thin horse in her left hand and an axe in her right hand.
Swinging both swords again, the left sword moves "Empty City Flower Sea", and the right sword urges the sword to move "Mountain City Mingwang Destroying Wheel".
The yellow petals turned into sword rain and fell rapidly, and the red blood blade flew to the sky and then circled back.
When the person transformed by the black dragon saw such a scene, he couldn't help but grin. Mo Ming was only one step away from him, but this junior could avoid Mo Ming just right and only attack him. The sword energy approached, but it turned like a spring breeze, wrapping around the person transformed by the black dragon.
It swirled around and then dissipated.
Seeing this, Ying Ruge discarded the axe, raised her hand, and the White Crane Sword flew towards her. As it flew, cranes were heard. Holding the sword in her hand, she casually extended the sword and stabbed.
The person transformed by the black dragon also found this thin sword named White Crane quite interesting, and couldn't help but look at it carefully. When the sword approached, hundreds of thousands of white feathers shot out, like flying shuttles, towards the person transformed by the black dragon.
In the same way, it turns into the spring breeze and wraps around the body.
Ying Ruge did not stop moving. She threw the thin horse sword in her left hand again and held another sword, which was called "Mountain and River One Dream". Holding the sword in her left hand, she slashed with the next sword from above, and the sword energy spread out and turned into Niji.
The rainbow was as beautiful as a painting. The air blade was approaching, and the man transformed from the black dragon raised his hand and fired out a sword air, but it was the Shancheng Mingwang's Wheel-Destroying Slash from the previous sword urging move.
There is another difference, the sword energy is pure and the sword intention is abandoned.
The two sword energies merged, and King Ming's dream shattered the mountains and rivers.
Ying Ruge couldn't help but take a few steps back, the white crane sword in her right hand penetrated into the stone slab to steady herself, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Although Shanhe Yimeng was the majority of the current sword energy, it eventually slipped through the net and hit Yingruge. Immediately, the twelve veins of Yingruge's Qiyuan showed faint signs of fragmentation.
The Immortal Fate between the Eyebrows urgently urged the power, pouring the Immortal Power continuously into the Qiyuan Twelve Veins, and only then was there no obstruction.
"Little baby, it is true that you are just like your ancestors, not the master of Ansheng." Although the person transformed by the black dragon has an extraordinary and beautiful appearance, his voice is like that of a wild beast, hoarse and rough, no less powerful than that of the overlord.
Ying Ruge licked her upper lip, then spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and listened to him: "I heard that in the past, mortal warriors could only truly enter the realm of Hongmeng by killing the monsters of the ancient world. If this is the case, what about today?
, I, Linghu Changkong, will lend you my snake life to break the Hongmeng!"
After saying that, he threw the two swords in his hands again, jumped up a few feet, and two spiritual swords flew towards him, Peach Demon in his left hand, and Ling Shuang in his right hand. Peach Demon in his left hand used "Endless Flower Sea" again, but Ling Shuang in his right hand
The change of move was the "Jiufeng Hui Sword" made by the old monk of Hanshan Temple. In an instant, peach blossoms fell from the sky and turned into sword energy, and a golden Buddha light shot towards the person transformed by the black dragon.
"The worm shakes the tree!" The person transformed by the black dragon pushed Mo Ming away, took hold of his right hand, and grabbed a black long sword from the void. The style was extremely ordinary. Then, the black sword swung, and it was also ordinary.
sword.
But he saw that this sword cut down the peach blossoms all over the sky.
Another sword, this sword, broke the golden light of Buddhism.
Before the man transformed by the black dragon could feel proud, a cold light transformed into a silver dragon and came towards him.
I saw that Yingru was a "skinny horse" as the singer held it.
The thin horse's move was fatal. The sword blade passed through, and there was a blood mark on the throat of the person transformed by the black dragon.
Ying Ruge flew backwards and arrived at Mo Ming's side. He thought he could relax a little. Looking again, the wound on the neck of the person transformed by the black dragon could be seen healed. Then, he touched his neck with a smile on his face.
"The descendants are really scared and helpless. If there is no baptism in the long river of time, they will not take that step after all."
Before Ying Ruge could make another move, Mo Ming was one step ahead of him, and his breath was so pure that Ying Ruge couldn't help but move his eyelids.
A breakthrough in one step? Unlikely.
But he saw Mo Ming quickly forming seals with the ten fingers of his hands, and the Taoist aura was faintly wrapped around his body for more than ten feet.
The person transformed by the black dragon had his right hand facing forward, his index finger slightly pointed. In an instant, Mo Ming also vomited out a mouthful of thick blood and knelt on one knee.
The person transformed by the black dragon looked at the sky, shook his head and sighed slightly, saying: "After all, it is difficult to kill an old friend. Those old guys claim to be immortals, but they are greedy for human things. Since they are greedy for me, why not go find me?
They can also be considered as one last act of loyalty to your Mo family."
As soon as the words fell, the white light and black energy transformed into a dragon again, flying towards the sky with a roar.
Ying Ruge helped Mo Ming up and asked, "Brother, where did this evildoer come from?"
But Mo Ming also shook his head and did not respond. He looked at the fainting black-clothed people and said: "Maybe it is the fate of our Mo family. Let's wake up these people first and deal with the aftermath."
On the tree in the darkness, there were two swordsmen and Duanqiang. One was standing and the other was squatting. Watching the black dragon fly away, Duanqiang muttered: "Is this really a sword spirit? It's amazing that a sword spirit can reach the realm of god transformation. It's okay.
Don't take action in a hurry, otherwise, I'm afraid the laws of heaven and earth will really discover you."
He was rewarded with a chestnut without a knife, and then said: "The evil beast has escaped from the cage. If it really hurts Xiao Shisan, why do you still care about the laws of heaven and earth?"
"It's not dangerous, it's just a little trouble."
When Wu Dao heard what this tabby cat said, he didn't explain it. Looking at his expression, he was worried.
"If this beast really goes to trouble the Tianxia Sword Sect, do you think my second brother will be angry?"
Although he didn't have a sword, he shook his head, and then said: "Second brother has nothing to do with the World Sword Sect. I don't think he will care about their survival. I wonder, could it be that among immortals, spiritual swords are also treasures?"
Duanqiang chuckled, and then said: "The easiest thing to bring into being is the sword. Sword spirits are rare, so wouldn't the sword spirit or spear spirit be like a dragon's horns or a phoenix's feathers? I think these brats are the best among sword sects in the world.
I am a disciple who wants to seize some treasures to please some people."
"That should be the case. If it is really like what I think, it would be really sad."
Duanqiang stood up, patted Wu Dao's shoulder lightly, and then said: "Third brother, don't think about it. By the way, if some capable guys from the Tianxia Sword Sect come into the world, can I take action?"
When Wu Dao heard this, his face lost its good expression, and then he said with a slightly angry tone: "You little cat, have you not stayed in the snowy mountains enough, or do you think your senior brother is not tired enough?"
When Duanqiang heard this, he became angry and said nothing.
On the other hand, the Mo family brothers began to send everyone who was safe to clean up the mess. The once magnificent and solemn Mo family Tianshui Villa is now in a miserable state, no more than the Liu family who was wiped out by the sword master.
After Mo Ming finished cleaning a stone slab that was half the size of a man, he suddenly asked: "Changkong, if your heart is like an eagle, I'm afraid it will be a burden to the Mo family."
Ying Ruge didn't understand why Mo Ming suddenly said this, so she could only respond with a playful smile: "There will always be too many grievances and vengeances in Jianghu sects, but such evil dragons and strange beasts are indeed special."
"Changkong, why don't you, my brother, tell me what kind of strange monsters you have encountered in the outside world?"
Ying Ruge threw away the bricks in her hand, sat on a pile of ruins, clapped her hands, and said: "The world is indeed very big, except for this continent, the continent to the west, the people there are quite unique. In
In the southern continent, the people there are darker than the people in Xindu. If my brother wants to hear stories about strange monsters, he can only go to Hanchuan in the far north and the big forest 30,000 miles south...
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Talking about all kinds of experiences in the past, Ying Ruge was surprisingly eloquent and eloquent. Mo Ming looked at the light emanating from Linghu Changkong's eyes and actually smiled, as if the previous tragedy was not from their Tianshui Villa.