"Haha, old dragon, just accept your fate. Now I give you a choice. Surrender and become the slave of the boss of the temple. I will spare your life!"
Lu Zijin always retaliates on the spot when he has a grudge, and retaliates in the same language as Lao Long used to do. This is called retribution in this world.
He felt refreshed and comfortable.
After only half a year of Dragon Power Tempering, he is almost ready to advance.
The roar of the dragon gradually fell silent, and the old dragon made up his mind to humiliate himself by not making a sound. He could endure it, and he had survived it for thousands of years. What did the small humiliation and setback mean?
No matter how much torture he was subjected to, he would not be killed, and at worst he would fall asleep.
When you wake up and it's a new dark day, slowly recover your cultivation and prepare the means to deal with the Taoist priests.
He didn't believe that those few humans could spend ten or a hundred years with him in such a cold place?
"Actually, the matter is easy to solve. You have traveled thousands of miles to seek wealth. As long as you take out a few treasures that you have collected for many years, if you want us to take a fancy to them, you can treat it as a loss of money and avoid disaster, and compensate us for our losses. We will not look for you.
What about this proposal for your trouble?"
Luzi followed the instructions carefully and cooperated perfectly with the attack of the master, so he solved the old dragon who couldn't understand.
"I bother!"
Dragon Soul couldn't bear it and replied with two words.
Despicable donkey, there is no way to defraud him of his hidden treasure.
He couldn't figure out how the Taoist priest broke the ambergris soul poison, which was strange.
Lu Zijin, who had regained the figure of a black man, looked at the old man beside him, his master and his apprentice, who were laughing very happily. He touched the scars on his face. The old dragon despised him and said as if nothing had happened, "Master, go to death."
Let’s fight, don’t be polite to the old dragon!”
There was nothing he could do when he encountered such a stingy dragon who wanted money rather than his life.
The sound of the scriptures is endless, day and night, echoing in the sky of the dark cave.
The light of the talisman flashed like a shuttle, and the sound of the dragon fell silent.
Five days and five nights passed like this. Zhang Wenfeng didn't know how much cultivation the old dragon who pretended to be dead had lost.
This was the first time that he had continued to recite sutras for such a long time. He could not relax his mind and the pronunciation could not be deviated. It was very energy-consuming and spent on cultivation, and later it turned into a boring physical activity.
Zhenlong Cave is actually not very suitable for cultivation. Yin and cold air, dragon air, spiritual energy, death air and other auras are mixed together. Unless it is to temper the body and sharpen the state of mind, he has already replenished the elixir once.
I guess Lao Long has calculated this correctly and doesn't worry about how many years they will last.
He secretly sent a message to the four people who were searching for treasures in the corner of the cave in pairs, "Guardian of the Earth, you and Luzi go in and search a little closer. It is said that there is a chance of growing the rare 'Dragon Claw Grass' near the dragon carcass, and,
Dragon scale fruit is a wonderful medicine for tempering the body and nourishing the soul."
He heard from You Mengchang that the place where dragons fell has the opportunity to grow the natural materials and earthly treasures that absorb the dragon's energy and the dragon soul comes into being over time. This is what the old saying goes, "wealth is found in danger".
But the old dragon in front of me is not completely dead and half-dead. I wonder if there is a legendary miracle medicine?
You have to take a huge risk and beware of the old dragon's sudden counterattack from the state of pretending to be dead.
The closer you get to the dragon's body, the attack power the dragon soul can exert will naturally increase exponentially. There is no doubt about this.
The four people received the message and gathered around the temple owner.
Yang Shuilan waved her hand to set up the water law restriction, did some covering, and said, "Master, if the old dragon attacks, are you sure you can protect them and return safely?"
She had heard rumors about the Dragon Scale Fruit, and this time she went to the Dragon Cave to experience it, and she gained a lot, more than she expected.
Worried that greed for too much will lead to loss, and with the old dragon's stingy temperament, the earth protectors dared to approach the dragon's carcass to search for treasures, which was tantamount to snatching food from the dragon's mouth, and the risk was extremely high.
It seems that people with dragon bloodline, like Xiao Ni'er, are also very protective of food and wealth, and they only focus on picking up treasures at home.
Tu Kun scrambled to transmit the message, "The temple owner must be 60 to 70% sure before he asked Lu Zi and I to go in and search for it. Don't worry, Lu Zi and I will explore little by little. If we don't get close to the dragon carcass, we can find it."
A little bit of ambergris, and other complete material treasures, can make a lot of money."
He held the flying stone in his left hand and threw it upwards. This was
His life-saving treasure.
It was also later that I figured out that the old dragon that had died for many years had left behind ambergris stone, which was condensed from ambergris saliva, otherwise it would be impossible to refine ambergris soul poison.
Lu Zijin sent a message and shouted, "This opportunity is rare, you can give it a try."
This was the first time he heard about dragon claw grass and dragon scale fruit. They were such good things, so of course he wanted to try them.
Zhang Guanzhu was used to being single-minded, so he still kept reciting the sutras about salvation, and kept attacking the silent old dragon with the help of the black chain. He transmitted the message: "Be careful, there is no big problem, but there is one thing. Do not approach the dragon's body for fifty years."
Within ten feet, otherwise even if the dragon soul falls into a deep sleep, it is likely to wake up."
These strange and trivial knowledge were told to him by Mr. You Meng who had lived long enough.
The old man encouraged him to send two people to try their luck. It would be a good thing if they succeeded, but there would be no loss if they failed.
The old man Mengmei guessed that the dragon soul must have been trapped in some unconscious secret technique to cope with the endless attacks and torture he launched with the help of the dragon chain.
Seeing that the viewer's words were conclusive, Tu Kun felt confident. In the past, he really didn't know that he couldn't get close to the secrets within fifty feet of the dragon's body. He became more and more sure that someone from an expert had pointed it out to the viewer. He laughed and said, "Don't worry, viewer.
We will proceed with caution."
He kicked the big black man next to him again, and the voice was heard saying: "If the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up, so I won't worry."
Lu Zijin's face was filled with flattery, "Brother, please don't leave me alone to face the old dragon. I'm timid and very timid. I'm a little troubled. I can run very fast."
"Lu Zijin, you can't outrun me in a short distance. I'm very experienced in this aspect."
"No, Master Tu, please don't scare me all the time. I'm so scared."
The two guys bickered for a few words, got out of the water law restriction, and sneakily moved along the giant chain towards the dragon carcass in the distance.
Yang Shuilan held up the purple snail tower with her left hand, and took out a translucent water rope with her right hand. She stared in the direction of the two of them, as if facing a formidable enemy, ready to respond to the two who were attacked at any time. The main spectator concentrated on urging the black chain to attack the dragon soul. It was fun.
Unable to cast long-range spells, the burden on her shoulders is not light.
Even if the Zhenlong Cave falls into silence, the aura is still mixed and flowing slowly. There are various residual restrictions and interferences, preventing the spiritual consciousness from reaching far.
You can see the two of them occasionally leaning over to search for a while, and soon only the blurry black spots are left, and the back is completely invisible.
After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, I suddenly heard a dragon roar mixed with pain: "Damn donkey, I will crush you, don't even think about stealing my treasure..."
Zhang Guanzhu's chanting became more and more urgent, and he stepped up his attack on the awakened dragon soul.
The giant chain streamed like blazing light, causing continuous pain to the dragon soul and interfering with the dragon soul's attacks.
Violent silvery white lightning appeared in the sky, a dragon roared, and the rumble was earth-shattering. Then, a donkey brayed and roared, and a black dot rolled towards this direction.
With a furious dragon roar, he chased the black dot and hit it, sending the black dot like a soaring cloud and mist crookedly and falling to the ground, with lightning splashing everywhere.
Yang Shuilan ducked out and ran a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye. As she raised her hand, a ray of water flashed in the darkness.
This place is not as safe as flying in the air, as it is on the ground.
"Lv Zijin, it's me!"
The next moment, the light of water entangled the dazed black man on the ground. There was still more than a hundred feet between them. Yang Shuilanxu dragged the big black man who had been attacked by a dragon sound and ran back.
The strong wind swirled behind him, the black air surged, and the dragon's power pressed down.
Tu Kuntuo held up a rock about ten feet in size, with electric light and yellow light lingering around his body. He followed the big black man who was lifted up and flew hundreds of feet behind him, one step at a time. He ran extremely heavy, but his speed was not slow.
The dragon soul launched an attack with thunderous thunder and small raindrops, but it failed to catch the two people who stole the treasure, and they quickly disappeared.
Lu Zijin shook his head and stood still, his dark face full of excitement. He shouted provocatively from the air: "Old Long, hit me if you can. You'd better not take a nap, or I'll steal all your treasures."
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Everyone could notice that the Dragon Soul's attacks were not as fierce as a few months ago. The viewer continued to attack for several days, with great results.
Having said that, in a short period of time, soil
Kun and Lu Zijin never dared to go on a second expedition.
Lao Long is cunning and insidious, maybe he is pretending to be weak, and he might be able to trick them into being deceived. Soldiers are never tired of deceit.
This time they were able to take the risk and grab a handful of dragon's claw grass that was entangled like dead tree roots from the ground within fifty feet of the dragon's carcass, which was a huge profit.
Dragon Soul responded with five words: "It's up to you, I'm sorry!"
Since he learned the Guanzhu's "I'm bah", Lao Long likes "bah" people very much.
The shadow is in a dark place, no matter how provocative or scolding the donkey is, there is no response at all.
Zhang Wenfeng persisted in chanting sutras for most of the day, stopped attacking, made a gesture, and the four of them formed a formation, cautiously walked to the edge of the stone wall, and filed out of Zhenlong Cave.
It is estimated that within ten days and a half, the meditator will no longer want to meditate.