Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 388 Hunting the Dragon ([-])

"What happened to these people?"

Chen Tai'a asked in surprise, pointing at the crowd rushing over from a distance.

"Don't ask so many questions, just watch carefully."

Xiao Che raised Tai'a Chen's head and pressed it down.

After speaking, I saw that in the small fishing village, both young and old suddenly seemed to have lost their minds. While uttering strange screams, they rushed out of the small fishing village with hunting knives or agricultural tools in their hands. They completely ignored Xiao Che and Mrs. Chen who were hiding in the fishing boat, and ran straight towards the old man and the silver-haired man standing on the ice in the distance. It was like a beast that had been hungry for several days met its prey.

"Sure enough, it was directed at the dragon."

Looking at the crowd who kept slipping and falling on the ice but still crazily running forward, Xiao Che secretly sighed in his heart.

Unlike Chen Tai'a who was always out of the situation, Xiao Che had already confirmed that the silver-haired man was the demon dragon that had turned into a human form as soon as he appeared, and at the same time confirmed that the old man playing the piano was indeed a friend of the demon dragon.

"So it should be her who is eyeing the demon dragon. She can control the souls of so many people at the same time. It seems that this person is either a demon or a master of Hell. However, these two forces have already dared to move people from the dragon clan. ?"

He looked at the shadows on the ice and muttered in his heart, but when his eyes fell on the group of crazy fishermen again, his pupils shrank suddenly:
"That's right, because I was afraid of tearing myself apart from the Dragon Clan, I didn't dare to show my face. It seems that there is something on this demon dragon that these people want to get even if they want to tear their face off from the Dragon Clan."

"No, that old man is in danger, I have to help him!"

Seeing that the group of crazy people were about to rush to the old man, Chen Tai'a finally couldn't hold back, and stood up while talking.

Almost at the same time as he stood up, Xiao Che raised his hand and slapped Tai'a Chen on the waist with a "slap", and Tai'a Chen froze.

"It's still more useful."

Xiao Che sighed.

Looking at Mrs. Chen's stunned and puzzled eyes, he continued:
"If I'm not mistaken, the old man wants to introduce you to the monster dragon we are waiting for."

Hearing the incomprehension in Chen Tai'a's big eyes, he was shocked.

"But obviously, there are people who are waiting for this monster dragon like us, so you calm down, these people can't hurt them now, it's more important to find out who is behind this than to help them, Otherwise, you and I will only expose each other in advance, let alone help in the end, maybe our lives will be spent here."

Xiao Che said with a serious expression, he himself did not expect that what was originally a simple matter would become so complicated at this moment.

Hearing this, Tai'a Chen's expression became calmer.

Seeing this, Xiao Che was relieved. He only told Mrs. Chen now, firstly, these were just his conjectures, and secondly, he was afraid that Mrs. Chen's carefree personality would be exposed.

"Let's take a good look first."

He patted Chen Tai'a in fear, and then his eyes returned to the frozen sea in front of him.

Just as Xiao Che expected, this group of fishermen with no cultivation at all could not cause trouble to the old man and the monster dragon.

When they were still 300 meters away from the two of them, the old man playing the piano flicked his fingers on the strings, and a gust of wind and snow suddenly rose up, knocking the people in the front circle into the air.

"I didn't expect it to come so fast. It seems that we can't play this song..."

The old man stood up holding the piano, and he looked at the silver-haired man with regret.

"Yeah, I wanted to go to the temple you mentioned to warm a bowl of wine."

The silver-haired man also shook his head with a wry smile, and then he lowered his arms and shouted proudly to the night in front of him:

"Little devil from Hell, come out."

However, no one responded to his words except for the group of fishermen who were still rushing over like crazy.

"You hell wants to kill me, but you don't dare to do it yourself. You are afraid of the revenge of my dragon clan."

The silver-haired man sneered.

"Although I, Ao Ji, are down and out, I still can't deal with mere mortals. Are you looking down on me?"

After he finished speaking, he waved the jade flute in his hand, and the people rushing in front of him flew out as if they had encountered an invisible sap.

Whether it is the old man or the silver-haired man, it is obvious that there is room for attacking the villagers whose minds are controlled.

"The two seniors, one is a great Confucian of the monster clan, and the other is the son of the Dragon King. The little girl must never dare to look down on her."

A very ethereal female voice suddenly echoed in the night.

And just as she finished speaking, a string of crisp bells sounded quickly, and then a white light flew out in the night and shot directly at the silver-haired man.

The silver-haired man frowned, and grabbed the white awn with his right hand, suddenly a golden scratch appeared in the night, directly tore the white awn, and immediately turned it into pieces of iron that jingled on the ground When it landed on the ice, it turned out that the white glow was actually a flying sword.

And the sleeve of the silver-haired man's arm cracked when he grabbed it, revealing a hand covered with golden scales, which looked very frightening.

"The body and talent of the Dragon Clan are really enviable. No wonder the Lord is willing to do anything until now."

The woman's voice sounded again.

At the same time as her voice appeared, there was a talisman entwined with a red streamer. This strange talisman hung in the sky above the two of them like a red moon.

"Master Ao Ji can recognize this talisman?"

The woman giggled.

And that Ao Ji stared at the talisman as if petrified the moment the talisman appeared.

"Dragon clan... Bone-cutting Dragon Talisman."

He muttered as if in a daze.

"I didn't expect Master Ao Ji to remember this talisman after being expelled from the Dragon Clan for so long. Compared with the Dragon King, he will be very relieved."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the woman's voice:

"After all, this bone-cutting talisman is specially used to cut off the keel of the dragon rebels. Only every dragon master can refine it. It is quite rare."

"Where did you get this bone-cutting dragon talisman?"

Ao Ji gritted his teeth and roared angrily, he who had been very calm from the beginning to the end began to panic now.

"Master Ao Ji, didn't you ask this knowingly?"

The woman giggled again and said:

"In this world, besides your father, who else would refine this bone-cutting dragon talisman?"

"Yes...he asked you to kill me?!"

Ao Ji trembled.

"What do you say?"

The woman sneered.

After she finished speaking, the dragon talisman above Ao Ji's head suddenly burst into a very dazzling red brilliance, and the red streamers enveloped Ao Ji like blood lines.

At this moment, Ao Ji knelt down on the ground as if he had completely given up resistance, and he said with a sad face:
"Father, do you really hate me that much?"

　I won’t set a flag in the future. After I finished speaking, I would write more and then the chronic enteritis attack would cause vomiting and diarrhea that night. It didn’t get better until today. I just sat on the toilet in the last week of the Spring Festival and disappeared.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)