East China Sea dust

Chapter 116

The demonic aura on Ao Zhan's body was so strong that it almost turned into substance.

The crimson light in his eyes has not faded, and the dragon tail that has not been retracted is constantly beating the bricks and stones on the ground. His sword eyebrows are tightly knit, and he is staring at the mask in his hand.

The pile of ash on the ground was trembling at an extremely inconspicuous frequency, emitting a subtle hum that was hard to catch.Compared with the lightning, light and thunder roaring above the sky, it can almost be regarded as ignorance.

The chaotic Canglong stood up staggeringly, then tightened his five fingers in a brief lucidity, crushed the gold-plated mask into pieces, and let the thing turn into powder between his fingers.

As if he couldn't think of what to do next, Ao Zhan froze in place, his eyes were out of focus, and he looked completely defenseless.

——The sound of piercing the sky came at this time.

It was a very short moment, and the dust powder that was originally spread on the ground suddenly rose up and quickly gathered into a whirlwind, turning left and right on the altar, frantically stirring the gravel and gravel all over the ground.

A figure slowly emerged from the hurricane, and then rushed towards Canglong's heart!

The soul body of the high priest who "resurrected from the dead" has become more transparent, and now without the cover of the mask, the dark and old face underneath is completely exposed. Ordinary fingers pinched the man's neck.

It's just that before the priest's fingertips even touched the corner of the black dragon's clothes, the soul body, which had consumed a lot of spiritual power, was completely overturned by a sudden blast of airflow.

Ao Zhan is still not sober, and can only rely on the instinct of monsters to manipulate the monster power to defuse the opponent's offensive.Immediately, he retreated half a foot quickly, and suddenly his body was full of blue light, and he turned into a dragon body again, rushing towards the sky with a low whistling sound.

The high priest felt the soaring pressure of the real dragon in the air, and felt a stagnation in his chest.As a soul body, he wouldn't perish easily, but he was hit by Ao Zhan's dragon flame earlier, although the living soul can be recondensed, it still needs to pay a big price.

The blue dragon was furious and circled several times in the mid-air. Every time it caught the breath of the high priest, it would attack violently like a storm. Intertwined and stormed towards the enemy.

Zhang Ningyue went to seek help from Xuanlan but has not returned yet, the high priest is not at full strength now, under the fierce attack of the Canglong, he has no way to avoid it, so he has to fight and retreat, being forced all the way to the edge of the altar.

The Canglong is huge, hovering in the sky through the clouds and fog.

Under the irradiance of the pale electric light outside the barrier, the shadow of the wandering dragon was cast on the ground, covering all the broken walls and ruins on the altar.

The desolate dragon's chant resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the dragon's breath carried inextinguishable fireworks like falling meteors, constantly bombarding the soul body that was as small as an ant underneath.

The priest ran away, passing by the dense blue flames several times in a panic, the crow feather cloak on his body was burned to pieces, his loose white hair was messy and charred, and his already stooped back was crushed even more. Almost bent.

The taste of the soul body being roasted is worse than the flesh wound, but in just a cup of tea, the high priest's soul body has become more and more transparent.He was forced to disperse his soul again, submerged into the dust in an instant, and the stench and decayed aura in the enchantment disappeared completely.

But even so, Ao Zhan has completely fallen into madness at this time, and he has no sense at all.

Canglong, who couldn't find the target, was dominated by the depression that gradually rose from the bottom of his heart, and began to unleash majestic demonic power recklessly, smashing heavily at the altar below him like a mountain roar and a tsunami!

Regardless of whether there are still living people buried under the loess on the altar, the fire of the falling real dragon will flatten the entire mountain——

In an instant, a golden lotus print bloomed above the altar, actually holding up the falling dragon flame.In the end, the hatchback cancels out and turns into a wisp of green smoke in mid-air.

Xuanlan's cloth robe was printed with broken traces from the scattered fights, he didn't realize it, first he put a protective transparent barrier around his body and a few loess bags, and then brought Tong Ling down to the next to the high priest.

Before Ao Zhan noticed the abnormal movement below, Xuanlan lifted the old man's shoulders, and called out in a low voice: "...Master." The coldness that came from touching the soul body penetrated through the palm, which seemed virtual but real.

The high priest thought that he came too late and embarrassed him for no reason, then he snorted coldly and grabbed the monk's wrist on his shoulder with his backhand.

His five skinny fingers clasped tightly around his wrist to make a pulse-like shape, but he was actually rapidly draining the vitality from the opponent's body to supplement the cultivation he had consumed just now.

Spiritual power and anger were continuously flowing towards the old man, but Xuan Lan didn't struggle, but bowed his body motionless with his eyelashes down, with an expression that was almost reverent.

The blue dragon is still swimming in the sky, with strong spiritual power and evil spirit wrapped around it.Separated by a layer of enchantment, the kalpa clouds on the top accumulated layers of chaos, and the lightning and thunder mixed with it had saturated to a terrifying state.

It was dark.

There was an eight-legged black spider tattooed between the high priest's eyebrows. As the energy drawn from Xuanlan's body became more and more full, the spider's eyes began to become round and faintly glowing red.

When the priest realized that his injuries had recovered, and thinking that Xuan Lan had to be opened for the formation of the Abyss of Fire, he stopped and let go of the hand that had been fettering Xuan Lan.

He squinted at the White Deer Demon who had been silently following behind the monk, and said in a cold voice, "Why are you carrying this little thing? Where is Ningyue?"

Xuan Lan's face was pale, and she coughed lowly: "She has already gone to the threshold to prepare for the battle, and when the time is right, she will mobilize the strangling formation at the same time as us."

"As for him," Xuan Lan showed the Dian Cang seal on Tong Ling's neck together with the silver bracelet hanging on his wrist: "The Dian Cang seal can stimulate his blood and explode a lot of demon power. Coupled with the introduction of Nanjiang The spirit bracelet is enough to manipulate monsters for our use."

"When the Canglong enters the formation, it will be able to supply the monster power and draw the eyes of the Kun position formation."

As if to prove what Xuan Lan said was true, the white-haired boy followed the monk with his eyes lost, like a puppet, holding the man's clothes with one hand, obediently hanging his head, without saying a word.

The high priest nodded slightly after thinking for a moment, and finally accepted Xuanlan's statement.

boom -

The deafening thunder suddenly exploded on the zenith, accompanied by blinding white light that kept flashing.

The high priest raised his head and stared at Jieyun for a moment, his gaze was sharp, and he curled his fingertips a few times to make calculations, and then told Xuanlan: "The time for the real dragon's calamity has come, we can do it now."

Xuan Lan bowed his head and said yes, then picked up the back of the deer demon, stepped back a few steps, and jumped straight down from the edge of the high platform - in an instant, his back disappeared into the abyss.

The altar not far away is already in a mess, and the unknown people who are sacrificed in it are being buried in the soil and moaning softly.

The high priest stayed where he was, and couldn't help but stare at the giant dragon swimming in the sky. When he thought that the great formation was about to be completed, and the blood and flesh of the dragon would eventually be used by him, a greedy light flashed in his eyes... You know, he For this day, they have waited for more than three hundred years.

300 years ago, he didn't know that it was a real dragon that was pushed into the East China Sea that day.

Until the Canglong went berserk and massacred tens of thousands of innocent people, and was seriously injured by the mysterious thunder that suddenly descended from the nine heavens and was sealed to sleep.

He didn't dare to reappear in Jinyang until the dust settled.

The scene of Jinyang that day is still deeply engraved in his mind, the bloodshed, the mess everywhere, and the loss of life.

It can't be said that it is not tragic.

However, the high priest was immersed in the bloody sea breeze, his face was full of eagerness and madness - he clearly remembered an ancient book he had read that recorded that real keel blood can regenerate a mortal, and become an immortal , away from birth, old age, sickness and death, longevity is at your fingertips.

He used to think that the person who wrote the ancient books was talking nonsense, but unexpectedly, the real dragon appeared so easily... He even missed the chance of immortality just like that!

He is really too old...so old that he can barely hold the priest's staff, so old that he is afraid of death, and so old that his desire for immortality is undoubtedly stronger than anyone else.

The strong unwillingness and desire prompted the high priest to enter the deep mountains incognito, and finally obtained the cultivation method that could extract the living soul and condense the spiritual body before his body died.

He waited for the day when Qinglong would wake up from the seal and be born again.

The soul and body were cold, and he couldn't even touch things in the first ten years, turning into a lonely soul, floating alone in the world.

A full 300 years is really too long for mortals.

In the past hundred years, there have been many things that even he himself can't remember clearly.

It's like when returning to the ruins of Jinyang, seeing the crying girl hugging a dead bone in the deep vegetation.It's also like when you travel to an unknown small country, the country encounters famine, and you pick up a baby in the midst of starvation everywhere... In this way, the time of a hundred years will not seem so boring again.

The tribulation thunder became louder, and the lightning in the clouds was about to reach its peak. The high priest folded his hands together, and the bone staff was manipulated by him with spiritual power, standing in front of him.

Inspired by the bone stick, the three positions of Kun, Xun, and Kan trembled slightly.

The old man recited a few mantras silently, as if he was not afraid of the scorching flames flying all over the sky, the whole spirit body flew straight towards the sky above where the Canglong was!

The Abyss of Lihuo, as the only peak in the valley, was already on the verge of landslides, crumbling in the strong wind.

The blue dragon was berserk, regardless of gathering the thunder from the sky, it was still madly attacking the mountain protection formation, as if it wanted to destroy the altar below.

Just when the giant dragon sensed the rancid smell, it tried to swing its tail and attack the high priest!

——I saw four vortex tornadoes rising from the four directions of Qian, Kun, Xun, and Kan around the top of the mountain, rushing toward the green dragon with an unstoppable momentum.

The sky was dim, and the light was completely blocked by the robbery cloud, and not even half a ray could penetrate.

The great strangling formation of Lihuozhiyuan was finally opened, and the mountains and rivers shook for a moment, and the ground was dark.The mountain wind passed through the hall like howling, and the tremors split the cracked ground even further!

The blue dragon's pupils that were swirling in mid-air tightened, and the vortex tornado was reflected in his red pupils.Hearing a deep and deafening howl from Ao Zhan's throat, he flicked the dragon's tail and sprayed a dragon's flame towards one of the whirlwinds.

The dragon flame collided with the whirlwind, and there was a loud noise immediately, like a rushing river rushing, and the deafening roar echoed throughout the valley.

"Start—array!"

Following the high priest's low growl in mid-air, the bone staff in his hand suddenly condensed a beam of white light that reached the sky, connecting with the hatchback of the formation.

In the next second, a round hole emerged in the middle of the enchantment that was upside down on Dufeng like a thin shell, and the robbery cloud that was originally hanging on the zenith was included in it.

A blinding white light flashed, and at the same time, Jie Lei descended overwhelmingly towards the Canglong!

Ao Zhan, who was still entangled with the tornado, couldn't dodge in time, but was hit in the spine by the sky thunder!

"Roar!!!" Qinglong cried out in pain, and strands of blood immediately oozed from between the dragon's scales.The spiritual power attached to Tianlei was like a silk thread, piercing into his flesh and bones, twisting his tendons and joints fiercely.

The overly violent pain made Ao Zhan lose his mind for a moment, the giant dragon was unable to support it, and it was about to fall to the center of the ground.

The four spiritual energy tornadoes entered while Ao Zhan was powerless to resist, and entangled along the dragon's claws and tail, tightly bound the green dragon, forcing him to retreat while constantly tightening. human form.

The sky thunder struck one after another, and the thunder and lightning spread continuously around the man, engulfing the blue dragon like a spider web.

The vortex tornado is like a chain, shackles the roaring and struggling Canglong to death. For a while, he can't move. He can only let the tornado pull him from the sky to the ground.

After 49 strikes from the Nine Heavens Profound Lightning, it finally came to a halt temporarily. The tribulation clouds above the sky dissipated for less than half, and the lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and the next wave of tribulation thunders was brewing again.

Ao Zhan's black clothes had already become dilapidated, and blood dripped from the end of his eyes, rolling down all the way until it sank into his temples.

The man knelt down on one knee, his body covered in bruises, panting heavily, looking at the bloody scene in front of him, his hands were tied behind his back, as if he was nailed to the blue brick floor, unable to move.

The high priest was in the dry position, and when he saw this, his face was overjoyed, and he inserted the bone stick in his hand straight into the eye of the formation for support, his body moved slightly, and he was about to fly towards Ao Zhan.

——At this moment, a figure slowly emerged from the center of the altar.

The young man's eyes were gloomy, without a trace of brilliance, and the silver bracelet hanging on his wrist was glowing blue in the dark sky.

Like a puppet, he came to the man step by step, holding a jade dagger in his pale and slender hand.

A cold light flashed across the tip of the knife, which hurt the eyes of the priest who hadn't arrived in time.

The high priest recognized the spirit bracelet on the man's wrist, and immediately looked angrily at Zhang Ningyue, who was rushing towards the altar like him, and said angrily, "What are you going to do?! Xuanlan, hurry up!" Stop her!!"

Zhang Ningyue gritted her teeth, ignored the high priest's questioning, jumped ahead of the monk and the white deer, drew out her piccolo to her upper lip, and began to play it with a breath. Xuanlan and the high priest stopped him several times.

The young man in the middle of the altar seemed unaware of the turmoil of the outside world, holding the handle of the knife in both hands, aiming at the top of the man's skull in front of him and raising it high——

The moment it fell, it turned suddenly!

In the blink of an eye, the jade sword tip had already plunged into the young man's heart with great force, making a soft muffled sound like cloth being torn apart.

……

The world suddenly became very quiet.

At this moment, everyone's movements seemed to slow down.

The lotus lamp carved out of sapphire gradually separated from Zhang Qinglan's dantian, and the Tai Chi swimming fish glowing with fine golden light was still swinging its tail steadily.

Like dew dripping into a deep lake, the remaining Tai Chi fish in the wick was white all over, flicked its tail lightly, jumped into the center of Ao Zhan's eyebrows, and made a soft "tick".

Seeing this, the young man raised an imperceptible curve at the corners of his lips, and his figure became completely transparent and shallow. Before disappearing, he sighed in a low voice: "...This time, I will protect you."

With the voice, a light blue spirit separated from the ground, gradually grew stronger, and finally broke the barrier of the formation.Lingying grabbed the chains wrapped around Canglong's body and tore them apart easily.

Suddenly, a violent white light burst out from the center of the altar!

What followed was a wave of warm spiritual energy, which spread out in the formation and slowly expanded like ripples.

A cool breeze came, blowing away the strong smell of blood that had been deposited on the altar.

It was this pure spiritual power with the light fragrance of green bamboo that completely pulled back Qinglong who was on the verge of losing control. In just a moment, all the wounds on the man's body healed, the chaos in his eyes gradually dissipated, and finally he regained his clarity.

Compared with Hunmeng's forcibly breaking the curse, Ao Zhan at this time can be regarded as a complete breakthrough, and the spiritual power in the sea of ​​​​qi has returned to the vast and majestic.

The robbery cloud dispersed.

The light of the sky passed through the barrier of the great formation, scattering gold fragments all over the place, and the original howling and ferocious mountain wind was gradually disappearing, and finally turned into nothing.

——So far, the catastrophe has been detected and the merits and virtues have been completed.

"Alan!!!"

Zhang Ningyue finally recovered from the shock, her eyes were red, and she rushed towards Ao Zhan, crying and screaming.She didn't care about blocking others, her body was like an arrow, her five fingers were tense like claws, and she grabbed Ao Zhan's face with all her anger.

The tall man stood with his hands behind his back, silently drooping his eyes, his gaze was cold and calm.

He didn't even glance at the direction Zhang Ningyue was rushing at, just a thought, and the real dragon's aura, which was as violent as a storm, roared towards the woman.

Zhang Ningyue didn't even touch the corner of the man's clothes, she was knocked into the air by a huge force, and the moment she landed, severe pain swept across her body along her lower abdomen.

The eye sockets were instantly filled with water mist, and the silver bracelets hanging all over the woman's body were broken and scattered all over the ground.Her eyes were bloodshot, she stared at Ao Zhan relentlessly, the corners of her mouth twitched and crawled towards the man, her expression was almost crazy:

"Give Alan back to me...Give it back to me..."

"What have you done!" came the priest's roar from the other direction, he gritted his teeth and manipulated the bone staff to withdraw from the formation, turned his head and shouted at Zhang Ningyue as if venting.

The easy-to-reach method of longevity was destroyed because of the woman's selfishness. The high priest was about to vomit blood, with bruised veins on his forehead, which looked extremely terrifying under his dark skin like bark.

...It was only a moment away!

It's only a moment away! ! !

The high priest's eyes were shattered, and the surroundings of the soul seemed to be on fire, and thick black mist was evaporating.

He was holding a bone staff, and the tail of the staff was inserted deep into the cracks in the ground, muttering mantras incessantly, and the black mist spread along the staff body all the way to the ground——

The bricks and stones were broken, and it seemed that something under the ground was inspired by this, and the blue bricks laid on the altar were smashed and bulged one by one.

As the thing broke through the ground, a thick stench that was even more unpleasant than before filled the mountain.The dense black feather walking corpses are several times more than in the valley before!

The mottled loess was still hanging on the bodies of the walking corpses, and the saliva dripped from their mouths, and they gradually gathered in the direction of Ao Zhan with low growls.

Seeing that the Canglong was about to be swallowed up by the mountain of corpses, Xuanlan sat cross-legged in mid-air, with one hand resting on the white deer's forehead, and quickly grabbed the spiritual power stimulated by the Dian Cang Seal in the young man's body!

Ao Zhan's imposing manner was terrific, his eyes were calm, but he just raised his hand a little, and he overturned a large area of ​​the surrounding corpses in an understatement, and then crushed them directly, turning them all into dust.

The high priest saw that the plan would fail, so he withdrew immediately to dissipate his soul, and after regaining consciousness, he appeared behind Xuanlan and shouted: "Disciple, come and help me!"

Sometimes the obsession is too deep, and the painstaking planning for many years fails, and in the end it is a dead end.

The high priest's eyes were already red-eyed, and the light on the eight-legged black spider between his brows flickered on and off. No matter how unfathomable the real dragon's strength in its heyday was, he was about to charge forward with his bone staff tightly.

Xuan Lan, who had been standing by the side all the time, frowned, hugged the unconscious deer demon in his arms, and glanced at the soul body without showing any trace... No one knew that he had the idea of ​​fleeing.

It was too late to say it, and then it was fast, and there were bursts of loud and clear golden horn sounds from around the mountain top, getting closer!

The high priest suddenly raised his head, and found that the sky was already covered with darkness, and the leader was a red dragon, which was rapidly approaching the abyss of fire.

It turned out that it was the East China Sea who came to help, and the number of shrimp soldiers and crab generals increased several times. They quickly solved the ambush at the key points of the formation around the top of the mountain, and came to help the formation all the way through the clouds and fog.

The high priest finally changed his expression suddenly: "Not good!" Just as he was about to get up and run away, he was slammed into the ground by the dragon's tail that was attacking him.

He was originally a soul body, so he shouldn't be hurt like this, but unexpectedly, the man with black hair and red pupils was already hanging in the air, like a god, staring down at the almost withered old man below.

"No...no, don't," the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger, the priest's bone staff was shaken like chaff, and he put his hands on his side and kept rubbing back, as if begging for help under Ao Zhan's icy eyes Looking at Xuanlan: "Help... help... ah!!!"

With a flash of blue light, countless bone chains appeared out of thin air directly from the place where the priest was, binding him within it and twisting him into fragments in an instant.

Soul flies away.

The monk closed his eyes, whispered "Amitabha", embraced Tong Ling, turned around and was about to leave this place - before he jumped into the air, a blood hole almost pierced through his chest appeared on his back.

Zhang Ningyue lay on the ground, watching all this happen.

Finally, at the moment when Xuanlan's back staggered and disappeared into the sky, a silly smile slowly appeared on the woman's face.

She closed her eyes and said softly, "Alan... I'm sorry."

In the next moment, with a soft rustling sound, countless fine gold powders were scattered over the entire altar, mixed with translucent nameless flower petals, and scattered down one after another, covering the ground.

……

Among the ruins, Ao Zhan's face was frosty. After a while, he bent down and picked up a golden mouse with scorched black scars on its fur from a certain corner.

The soft and fragile little thing tightly held a low-quality hosta that had been broken in two in its arms, and lay in the man's palm. With its head tilted, a piece of dark scales slowly squeezed out from its bulging cheeks.

The sky is bright and the universe is clear.

What flashed across the scales was the pattern of a lotus lamp.