In Zhenlong Cave, dust and mist swirled and danced, the sound of scriptures surged, and the power of thoughts turned into invisible waves.
The black dragon-locked chain emits the light of mantras of magical power, like thunder and lightning, winding and piercing into the depths of the towering and huge dragon bones. The painful dragon moans and roars, and the space vibrates, buzzing and echoing.
Then came the dragon soul's wanton laughter, full of heartiness.
"Hahaha, you human being, you fell into my trap without even realizing it. Let's see what other tricks you can do this time."
The sound of chanting scriptures suddenly stopped.
The empty cave suddenly became calm, the dragon's power disappeared without a trace, and the dust slowly fell to the ground with the black air.
Tu Kun poked out his funny head with a small yellow beard and yellow eyes from the rugged rocks. Lu Zi stepped on the broken bones and debris under his hooves. Thunder light lingered on his body. Yang Shuilan and Lezi suddenly stopped in their tracks. The four people's expressions changed with fear. Look at the viewer who raised his left hand towards them as a stopping gesture.
The palm that had just been pressed on the black chain was as black as ink, with wisps of black energy that was twisting like a living creature and crazily penetrated into the palm.
"The chain is poisonous, don't come here!"
The moment Zhang Wenfeng realized he was poisoned, he moved his palm away, but Yuanrou could not stop the poison from spreading.
The Dragon King was too shady. Previously, Lezi and Yang Shuilan were in different positions in front, and they were fine when they touched the black chain. Only he worked desperately to break through the blockade, and worked hard to get to the end of the black chain and press it to be poisoned.
The old demon who has been around for thousands of years has calculated people's hearts very carefully, and it is as clever as clumsy.
It was estimated that he would not check carefully in his rush and was eager for revenge, which made him suffer a big loss.
He raised the Xuanyuan Sword and was about to cut off his entire arm, but suddenly stopped.
Such a powerful poison, a trace of poison has already penetrated into the shoulders along the skin like lightning, leaving a line of fine lines that are as faint as clouds of smoke. The poison attacks the body, and his Yuan Hong can't resist it.
In just a moment's pause, more and more poisonous threads clung to the body and eroded.
"It's ambergris soul poison..."
Tu Kun screamed, he couldn't figure it out. Only the soul of the dragon soul was left. Where did the saliva come from and combined with the soul power to refine the poison? It is said that there are other stringent conditions for refining ambergris saliva soul poison.
Those traces of black energy were like the black energy of a living thing, which was the poison that lost its intelligence and was refined from its own soul threads extracted by the dragon soul. The dragon king was cruel and used his back tricks one after another, regardless of the loss of his own dragon soul. It is also necessary to eliminate the great worry of the Guanzhu.
"Hahaha, human boy, are you surprised? I treat you well, right?"
Dragon Soul's previous grievances and pains were swept away, including the humiliation suffered ten years ago. At this moment, all the principal and interest were repaid. Once the principal was repaid, he made a huge profit. He said: "Back then, I dealt with that six-year-old man." Even high-level warriors are not willing to spend a lot of money to refine ambergris soul poison. Boy, you should feel honored!"
Zhang Wenfeng responded indifferently: "Old Long, what can a mere poison do to me? Let's wait and see."
He grasped the hilt of the sword with his fingers, holding a small, thin, dark yellow jade-like tortoise shell.
The tortoise patterns are of different shades and are intertwined, forming a complex rune pattern that is as natural as nature itself.
At this time, the yellow light flickered among the turtle patterns, and in the blink of an eye, a virtual turtle shell was formed. The light was dim and less than ten feet in size, and it trapped Guanzhu Zhang and the bronze puppet that had taken advantage of the gap just now.
The dragon soul roared, and the violent black energy rushed towards it, but it was a step slower.
The power of the dragon is like a real thing, carrying the strong wind and dust to hit the virtual cover of the yellow turtle shell, making a loud "bang" sound. The virtual cover shakes left and right, the light flickers, but it is like a rock in the violent storm, standing firm and unbreakable, and there are cracks on the ground. Light patterns climb in all directions.
"Everyone, enjoy the gifts given to you by the Dragon King, haha!"
Guanzhu Zhang's voice clearly came out of the virtual mask, and it was transmitted to several companions, with an immodest and mean-spirited tone.
Fortunately, the old man Fushan gave him two talismans to save his life. At the critical moment, he used one of the "black turtle talismans like a mountain". He did not have sixth level strength and needed to silently recite a special spell to activate it, so that he could use the "turtle talisman" to be as immovable as a mountain.
part of the power.
The dragon soul has already lost its body. Although the attack is fierce, it cannot be killed at once.
The explosion was purely based on Long Wei's brutal crushing, and time slowly passed away. If you want to destroy this sixth-level turtle talisman, it will probably take hundreds of years.
There was such a huge difference in Old Fushan's attitude towards him that it took him a long time to figure it out.
The old turtle saw that he had great merits and made friends with him in a silent way. He acted as a guide and gave him a protective turtle amulet. He was much smarter than the other two old monsters.
The yellow mist filled the air and quickly covered up the two figures inside the virtual mask without a trace.
Sometimes the intermittent sound of salvation scriptures is vaguely heard from the roaring and noisy dragon, and a trace of talisman light pierces the depths of the dragon's body along the black chain, which is also intermittent, stimulating the painful dragon soul to become angry.
The four people vented their anger outside and faced Long Wei.
Yang Shuilan and Lezi took the lead, rushing to the valley formed by the undulating rocks, and joined Lu Zijin to fight against the wrath of the dragon soul.
The black energy sweeps away, and the crazy impact threatens the two people and one donkey who are relying on them.
Lu Zijin bears the most pressure outside, with lightning flowing around his body and tempering his body unhurriedly.
Protector Youtu controlled the rocks to withstand most of the pressure. He was still in the mood to tease his temple master, and said in a message: "I bet that the temple master has the means to easily break the "ambergris soul poison". We don't need to worry about him."
Sometimes, the master of the temple is so mean that it makes people’s teeth itch. That stupid dragon king thinks he has a trick, but he is actually working hard to help us exercise. Brother Lezi, do you think this is true?"
Lezi sat cross-legged on the ground, his body shining with brilliance. After all, he was only at the late third level of cultivation, and he was the weakest among these people. Fortunately, he was a martial artist. Relatively speaking, he was more resistant than Yang Shuilan, who did not use magic weapons. The voice transmission replied, "Strange.
, I’m not worried about the safety of the patron at all. It seems that there is no trouble that the patron cannot solve, and no matter how troublesome it is, it won’t be a problem for him.”
Tu Kun, whose head poked out from the rock, was also being tempered by the power of the Chaos Dragon. With the help of flying stones, he was under pressure from everywhere. He needed tempering that could consume his magic power and shock his soul. He smiled sinisterly and said: "Lu Zi
Jin, you said that your temple master is "cheap", I couldn't agree more. When the temple master is out of trouble, I will ask him..."
"Don't, Lord Tu, you are provoking trouble. Don't say nonsense. The Master likes to hold grudges the most... Well, the Master is heroic and courageous. He is a beacon for our monks on the way forward. Yes.
A role model for our monks..."
Luzi's face did not change when he entered the donkey, and he said unconscionable words in front of everyone.
"Donkey, stop being such a disgusting person!"
"Brother Lu, shut up!"
"Stop talking!"
Even Yang Shuilan couldn't help but send a message to protest.
It’s so gross. How can they still not know what kind of person and conduct the viewer is?
He is as gentle as the spring breeze to his own people, extremely patient, and his character is beyond words. He is as cruel and ruthless to his enemies as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves. He uses all means to attack from multiple angles, and is insidious and cunning...
Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan both happened to have a period of time when they were at odds with the viewer. Although the length of time was different, they both felt the same way about the viewer's "badness" and it was unforgettable.
Just a donkey running errands with the viewer behind the saddle, shut up, you have no right to speak.
Lu Zijin aroused public outrage and muttered: "Aren't you curious about how the master of the temple detoxifies the poison?"
Inside the virtual cover of the turtle shell.
The little old man transformed by You Mengchang is only four feet tall. He stretches out a finger of his right hand to touch the black palm of the artist's left hand. He quickly performs kneading with his right hand and recites strange incantations quickly in his mouth.
An old monster who has lived for thousands of years and is also known as the "Dream Demon", he is an expert at dealing with soul poison and it is a piece of cake.
What's more, the strength of that dragon soul is weak, and it is about the same as the current You Meng Chang. You Meng Chang is very confident that he can collect the very rare dragon soul silk so that he can devour it as a supplement.
Zhang Guanzhu had already put away the Xuanyuan Sword, and put his right hand on the shoulder of the bronze puppet. The puppet was holding the black chain with both hands, which acted as an isolation in the middle. The poison contaminated on the black chain would not attack the lifeless puppet.
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The leader of the temple recited scriptures intermittently to give some stimulation to the furious dragon soul outside.
He tried to recite Taoist scriptures silently and used golden light to stop the soul poison from eroding his chest, and found that he could kill the most difficult soul poison.
The dragon soul silk, and the remaining "ambergris poison" required him to spend time and mana, and use Yuanrou to slowly exclude it from the body.
In this case, it is better to let the old man Mengmei who woke up earlier and sent a message to stop him from doing the stupid thing of cutting his arm with a sword can do it for him. According to the old man, this is a rare opportunity and a great thing.
There is a sixth-level turtle talisman on the outside to protect him. Even if the dragon soul is furious, there is nothing he can do to it. Inside, there is a dreamy lady like a stingy and clever woman, peeling off cocoons to collect poisons.
He was like a man who had nothing to do, staying aloof from the storm.
Then, continue to use your mind power to stimulate the dragon soul, and let those outside enjoy the tempering of the dragon soul.
After all, the opportunity is rare, and Dragon Soul is so hard-working and enthusiastic.
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(Don’t rush, everyone, I’ll get the small copy tomorrow and use Donkey’s credibility to guarantee it)