The moment Chen Pingan raised his pen to draw the talisman, at the signal of the golden old dragon, Jiaolonggou had already made some moves, and the lion was fighting the rabbit with all his strength. Hundreds of thousands of dragons lurking in this ravine surged towards Osmanthus Island together with the sea water that was originally towering in the sky.
Only the direction where the golden old dragon is entrenched seems particularly calm.
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, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in Sujie. In the moonlight, each person's strokes and each talisman are integrated into one body, like a small world between abbots.
The old man admired in his heart. The little guy was quite impressive. Although it had little to do with the level of realm or the depth of cultivation, Lao Zhouzi thought that he did not have such magnanimity when he was young.
The old man quickly looked away 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. Ask Ma Zhi and the other stewards to tell all the guests on the mountain what they are interested in. Don’t hide any more personal grievances, as well as remuneration and compensation, until Osmanthus Island survives this disaster.”
< /p>"Old Jiao's attack this time is very strange, and judging from the method it used to kill the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, it either has broken through the realm and entered the upper five realms, or someone secretly set up a formation in Jiaolonggou , turning this place into something similar to a Confucian academy, maybe a certain heretic master took a fancy to this enclave, which gave Laojiao the confidence to challenge the Confucian saints of Posuzhou. Pujing is still a false saint. Once it takes full action, it will be difficult for you to deal with it without me." Madam Gui hesitated and did not rush to Osmanthus Island. She deliberately slowed down her speech and weighed the pros and cons during this period. During her long monastic life, Mrs. Gui knew that being in a dilemma where she was confused, doing ten things and hundreds of things was not as good as doing one thing right.
The 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, all of which have fallen leaves one after another at the same time. The fallen leaves do not wait for them to fall to the ground, but fly into the air together. They are not chaotic. , after the osmanthus leaves hung in the air one after another, they formed a semicircle, covering the Osmanthus Island. After that, the osmanthus leaves instantly burned to ashes and disappeared, leaving only a group of green aura in place, condensed into small and large balls, these were as big as Between Nouri's osmanthus leaf spirit balls, strands of green silk threads spread out to the surroundings, pulling and connecting each other.
The sea water is turbulent, and the ferry is like a small boat. The auras contained in the osmanthus leaves are connected with each other, like a big net thrown out by the boat, but this time "throwing the net",Not for fishing, just to keep out 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 its branches and leaves After the mysterious gesture of rapid growth, the ground on the top of the mountain cracked, and many ravines appeared, revealing the twisted roots of the old osmanthus tree. 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 turtles with horns on their foreheads are the most ferocious in their charge. They fall on the big net one by one, tearing 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. They are relatively close to the true dragons who were the first to rule all over the world. Compared with snakes and carps, they are worlds apart. It's just that there is an extra word for water, so it is better than the Qiu that is called a single word. Compared with this kind of real royal relative, the water Qiu is the type of ancient giant Qiu that had sex with the green snake in the sea. Therefore, it is also known as the Qingqiu, and the White Chiu loves to hide in majestic mountains and ridges, one in the deep sea and one on the land. It often appears in the articles of literati and poets, and is a frequent visitor to the poems about immortals.
Many descendants of the dragon followed behind, fiercely hitting the big net, and also used their talented 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 used her hard-won earthly immortal skills to allow the fundamental vitality of her true body to rapidly deplete. She was doing this for everyone. Seek a chance of survival.
Ma Zhi, who is staying on the island, should have negotiated with the guests, but he doesn’t know if they can work together to tide over the difficulties.
When Chen Pingan was trying his best to write the lock-cutting talisman, the golden old dragon besides giving orders to Jiaolonggou to attack Osmanthus Island in one go, but it had no intention of taking action. It just thought about it briefly. Shaking his golden-scaled body, he slowly swam towards the edge of the clear water. Finally, a majestic old man wearing a golden robe walked out from the ripples. His eyebrows were extremely long, hanging down to his chest. He moved forward in the air, and this line turned into The human-shaped old dragon ignored Mrs. Gui who needed to be distracted to control Osmanthus Island. Even the life and death of the young dragon was as indifferent to the old man in golden robes. He was like a mountaineer slowly walking down the hillside, overlooking from a high place. The two boats and three people at the foot of the mountain.
The old Jiao 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 it as You are young and ignorant, let me secretly hide the two flying swords, but if you push further..."
The old man Zhouzi controlled the boat under his feet, blocking Chen Ping'an's one person and one boat, and raised his head Looking at the old beast whose temperament had changed drastically, he sneered and said, "It doesn't matter if you try to push the envelope even further. Is it possible that you are causing trouble?"Just kill and ask for a more comfortable death? Please swallow it all, you evil beasts, and don't chew it slowly?
Lao Jiao glanced sideways at Lao Zhouzi and said with a smile: "If you break the rules, you will die. As for how you die, it doesn't actually matter. Have you forgotten?" , if your souls after death are stripped away bit by bit by my hands, turned into dozens of candles and lanterns, lit, and placed in the deepest part of Jiaolong Valley to endure the cold pain, this crime will be comparable to the execution ground on earth. It is even more difficult to endure being cut into pieces by five horses and cut into pieces with thousands of swords, especially for an old Jindan monk like you. The higher the Taoism, the higher the quality of the incense and candles..."
Speaking of this, Jin Dan The old man in the 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 have helped you delay for so long. It's just the lock-cutting talisman ordered by Zhang Yushi, and it hasn't been drawn yet? Is he a disciple of the Taoist Fu Lu Sect, who is becoming more and more useless now? Or are you not good at studying and drawing talismans? Or is this talisman too powerful and the talisman paper too precious, making your writing a little... astringent? It doesn't matter, it's been many years since I've seen or experienced a lock-cutting talisman, and I miss it very much, so I can still afford to wait in this little time. Young man, take your time, don't be hasty. "
Mrs. Gui lamented.
Old Zhouzi was in a similar state of mind.
This is the saint. The horror of governing a world
It is like the Confucian sage is in charge of the academy, the true king is in the Taoist temple, the Arhat is in charge of the temple, and the martial sage is in charge of the battlefield.
The pale-faced Madam Gui said sternly: "Aren't you afraid that the Confucian saint of Posuzhou will hold you accountable for committing such a brutal crime? !
The old Jiao looked at her with pity and said: "Mrs. Gui, Mrs. Gui, you shouldn't have stayed in a muddy pond like Old Dragon City. Hearing things outside the window, who knows that under the general trend, those who follow it will prosper and those who go against it will perish. Madam Gui, although I have been coveting your true body for many years, but because you have a good family background, I can give you one last chance to surrender. How about I participate in this grand event with Jiaolonggou? "
Mrs. Gui sneered: "I really don't know if you were a Confucian saint here, would you still dare to speak nonsense! Not to mention a saint, I'm afraid just being a gentleman is enough to make you tremble, right?
The old man in golden robe smiled and shook his head, "Nowadays 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. Even if the Confucian saint of the Yingyin Chen family leaves the academy and comes here to hold me accountable, what can he do to me? "
The old man grinned, with a sinister smile, "I know you still don't give up, you thought I was playing tricks before.Xuanxu, you still had a chance, and asked the young man to draw the lock-killing talisman to scare all the dragons except me. Look, I still fulfilled your wish, and now you still feel that I am. Bluffing? ”
The old man took one step and instantly came to the side of Chen Pingan’s boat, which was more than ten feet away.
Chen Pingan seemed to be in trance without caring about the world. The old monk just slowly drew the talisman.
Mrs. Gui and the old man Zhouzi made moves at the same time. She threw out a branch of osmanthus and landed on the bow of the boat. The woman silently said, "Grow roots." "According to the blue sky", the osmanthus branch instantly grew into a small osmanthus tree, with whirling branches and leaves, and clusters of golden osmanthus blossoms bloomed, fragrant and fragrant. The osmanthus tree was ten feet high, and its shade covered Chen Ping'an.
The old man quickly kneaded the 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 his little finger on the other. Pointing at the golden old dragon, after the old man made the seal, there was a bright red flame lingering all over his body, like a heavenly official wearing a red robe, his forehead covered with scarlet inscriptions, and he shouted angrily: "The golden crow flaps its wings, the fire god boils water! ”
The sea 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, and then golden crows flew out from it, dragging streaks of billowing flames. He quickly pounced on 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 his side, colliding with the golden crows. Dozens of golden crows were devoured by the two old men in an instant. Although the blue water dragon had a feast, and fire flashed from time to time in its belly, they eventually died together, their bodies shattered, and returned to the sea. However, the old man made magic tricks with his hands and struck quickly and fiercely, which can be said to be majestic. Compared with the golden-robed old dragon's understatement and judgment, there is a huge difference.
The golden-robed old dragon sneered: "Vulcan? This kind of ancient gods are too complicated, and because of a great disaster, the gods who inherited this great unification are often unfairly named. Compared with the water department gods who have always been inherited in an orderly manner and are deeply trusted by the emperor, they are really inferior. Worth mentioning. You little golden elixir, I'm afraid you don't even know the four words "God of Fire boils water", so you are showing your cowardice, right? The earliest god of fire was the one who promised to boil the whole world dry and burn all the five lakes to become clouds in the sky. Later generations of fire gods only dared to talk about boiling water. What kind of water? Big rivers are water, and small streams are water. , boil the water, can you make tea? "
The old man's tactic was easily broken by the golden-robed dragon. He was not discouraged. While the latter was chattering, he changed another tactic, clenched his fists with both hands, and hit it hard. At the same time, he stepped out with his feet. The image of the Heavenly Official of the Fire Department was gone. He glared at each other with the appearance of a protector. There were lightning beads swirling around the old man.
The old man finally separated his fists and punchedThe heavy hammer struck three times from the heart to the abdomen, and the spiritual energy in the three Qi Palaces was surging. Another punch returned to the palm of the hand, with the palm facing the sky, "Jingzhe bulges his belly, Lei Ze hole opens, listen to my order, and impose punishment on behalf of heaven!"
In the cloudless blue sky, a huge whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared out of thin air. A streak of snow-white thunder and lightning appeared, 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 sky did not dissipate. It penetrated directly through the sea water, fell into the depths of Jiaolong Gorge, and then ejected back. Reflecting the vast whiteness of the seabed, there were many dragons hiding on the seabed. They 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.
Thunder and lightning swept out of the sea and flew to a place. 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. He stood on the spot, frowning slightly, holding a long golden eyebrow between his two fingers, and quickly wiped it. Two golden sword lights slipped out from the fingertips, about three feet apart. The sharp swords in the world are all the same length. One sword is facing the thunder and lightning, and the other sword is piercing the whirlpool above the head that is 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 again, exploding with brilliant brilliance at both the sea surface and high in the sky.
Old man Zhouzi is worthy of being one of the rare golden alchemists who has personally experienced the scenery of the Earth Immortal. He has endless methods. He stood up from the ground, stretched out an arm, stretched out his hand, and grasped a rod. The silver-dazzling Zhangba Snake Spear pierced the golden-robed old dragon, "The evil beast shall die!"
The golden-robed old dragon tugged at the corner of his mouth and disappeared again.
The castration force of the old man Zhouzi's spear did not weaken at all, but increased the force. 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 powerful as breaking bamboo. When the chopsticks enter the water, they appear visually skewed.
A strange scene appeared afterwards. Dozens of golden-robed old dragons stood around the old man, and the tops of their heads in front of them were either one foot long or less than one foot short. There was a spear tip that pierced the golden-robed old dragon between his eyebrows.
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."
< p>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 and could just see clearly Chen Pingan sitting in the shade of the osmanthus tree. There is no specific blue talisman paper, but it is full of awe-inspiring righteousness. That writing brush is really good.Objects that even the old dragon would covet.
Looking at the blank talisman 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 The talisman was still too far-fetched, and the old dragon became more and more curious. Although the lock-cutting talisman was of high quality, the young man had successfully drawn the talisman on the bamboo pole before, indicating that there was nothing wrong with the talisman itself, but the talisman made of cyan material. Paper made it difficult for the young man to write, just like a child carrying a heavy load to climb a mountain. It is not an exaggeration to say that it took 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 old dragon would still be wary. After all, this is a natural conflict, and among the likes of Rain Master Hebo Shuijun, it is still an orthodox god. During those years, Jiaolong would pay homage to such beings who looked like yamen superiors.
But now, no matter how "tough" this talisman is, the golden-robed old 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.
Old Jiao wants to go deep into Jiaolonggou. Some old guys of the same age who are unwilling to follow him will once again see this far-reaching talisman with their own eyes. Maybe it can make these sluggish The old guy once again developed a spirit of bloody courage.
The complete Jiaolonggou, as long as it is twisted into a rope, is definitely not comparable to one or two Immortal Mansion with the title of Zong.
Dozens of golden-robed old dragons simultaneously crushed the tip of the spear.
This was the destiny of the old man Zhouzi. He immediately fell into the boat and vomited blood.
Except for the old dragon that stared at Chen Ping'an's talisman 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 the osmanthus leaf formation protecting Osmanthus Island was like a weak city gate being hammered heavily by countless siege vehicles. It was shaking and in danger. Once the formation was damaged, those dragons Will they rush into the island in an instant and fight hand-to-hand with these evil beasts who are born with strong physiques?
Not to mention the reluctance of ordinary Qi practitioners, even the most lethal sword cultivator and the most powerful military cultivator are both unwilling.
Many middle and fifth level Qi practitioners who were originally too thirsty to take out the magic weapon from the bottom of the box suddenly changed their expressions and no longer dared to hide their secrets, so they all offered their magic weapons. The spiritual weapon, for a moment, the Osmanthus Island was filled with light, and they flew high into the sky, helping Mrs. Gui and the ancestral Osmanthus tree to resist the stampede of the golden old dragon.
But when 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.
So even if Osmanthus Island had Qi practitioners to help, it was still at a disadvantage.
At this critical moment, there was actually a tall and thin old man flying over from the sea outside Jiaolong Valley, but he was obviously hesitant to go deeper into the danger.
It is the Nascent Soul retinue next to 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 Ping’an could no longer take care of the talisman. Once she was separated from her soul, Osmanthus The island formation cannot withstand the next impact. Even if the talisman is successfully drawn by then, Osmanthus Island has been breached. If the unscrupulous Jiaolong clan enters an uninhabited land, it will only be a miserable defeat.
Mrs. Gui swept away, turned to the old man and said helplessly: "Take care of Chen Pingan!"
The old man smiled bitterly and nodded, struggling 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, staring at Chen Pingan from beginning to end, told in his heart: "Little guy, if you don't finish drawing this talisman, quickly turn it around." In this war situation, all of you are going to die, Mrs. Gui is going to die, Lao Zhouzi is going to die, you are going to die too, you are all going to die."
Zuo. It's very important, the rain master ordered. For a lock-cutting talisman with a total of eight characters, Chen Pingan only wrote six characters in the end, and it was extremely unruly. As expected, the talisman was considered invalid.
In fact, it took a long time for Chen Pingan to write the first four characters, which was much longer than before. However, no matter how Chen Pingan operated his Qi machine on the rain character, he could He couldn't even write that one stroke. The green talisman paper seemed unwilling to accept the word at all. The two armies were confronting each other. Chen Ping'an was fighting alone. Facing a towering high city, what could he do?
When manpower will eventually be exhausted, it will not be changed by any ambition and perseverance.
Chen Pingan held on for a long time, but still couldn't write. When Chen Pingan's arms trembled for the first time, a large mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it forcefully. Helpless, Chen Pingan directly skipped the rain-shaped pass and the division-shaped pass, which was another natural chasm. Chen Pingan bypassed it again.Fortunately, the two words of the edict were written reluctantly, and at the end of the pure infuriating force of the crossbow, I finally finished writing them.
After Chen Pingan 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, but this time he failed to draw the talisman, which was just adding insult to injury. , at this moment, the energy and blood in the body surged. In addition to the heart blood that had hurt the original essence, there were also countless blood beads seeping out from the inside out. They were extremely tiny, bit by bit, from the soul, the Qi palace, the muscles and bones, and the skin and flesh. Flow outward and condense.
It was the first time that the golden-robed old dragon was so angry, and he cursed angrily: "Useless trash! After waiting for you for so long, you can't even write the word 'Rain Master'" ? ”
Old Jiao stepped forward, “I’ll give you another chance to draw another talisman!”
Chen Ping'an stared at the green talisman blankly, but the situation did not get worse.
But it didn’t get better.
It seems that after parting ways with the Taoist nun from Shen Gaozong on the road, Chen Pingan, who had been lucky all the way after leaving Lizhu Cave, began to go downhill, as if he had returned to the broken world again. The sky of Lizhu Cave before falling.
This time, he was directly involved in death.
Chen Pingan raised his head and said: "You really want me to finish writing this lock-killing talisman? Are you planning something?"
Golden Robe The 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 a candle wick later. It has been 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 covered in blood. The seven orifices and skin seeped out, gurgling, "Before I die, I must finish writing these two words."
The golden-robed old dragon's eyes were gloomy, and he smiled: "Young man, you have Zhiqi, I will wait and see, and I will not hesitate to protect you personally, but don't let me down again."
Chen Pingan grinned.
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 "Rain Master", then closed his eyes and thought in his heart Silently recited: "What should I do... What should I do..."
For a moment.
Chen Pingan began to write on the talisman paper.
The golden-robed old dragon sneered: "Young man, this is not the word for rain. Are you injured too badly and 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.
But 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, the Rain Master's order".
But "what matters should be done, Lu Chen gives the order."
Lu Chen’s order!
And the golden-robed old dragon was also motionless, and he was also full of ambition but not enough strength.
Chen Ping'an's lips moved slightly, silently feeling the warm divine thoughts on the pen and paper, which blessed his soul, his voice trembled, and he said softly: "I saw it said in the book, the saint has something to say... ..."
Chen Pingan kept coughing and finally said the second half of the sentence, "The dragon is hiding in the abyss."
These eight words. The characters seemed to be no less inferior to the eight characters on the talisman paper.
A total of sixteen words, falling in the Jiaolong Valley, were like a bolt from the blue and five thunders.
"Promise!"
"I will obey the law!"
A voice came from the depths of Jiaolonggou It sounded, 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 cupped 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, 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 we 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 slipped out of his sleeves.Landscape mark, stopped in the sky above the head.
After the golden sword light collapsed, a pair of mountain and water marks were left, only the water mark was left, and the mountain mark was gone.
Above the avenue.
One person goes straight.