Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 127.

In the present world, Taihang, the island in the middle of the lake.

Chu Xing'er sat on the branch, staring up at the changing phantoms on the clouds.

Mottled colors cover the sky, extending far away.Even beyond Chu Xing'er's field of vision, it still has the same color.

In the treacherous phantom, the outlines of majestic mountains and palaces can be vaguely seen.

These phantoms appeared and disappeared, swaying in the same illusory heavy rain.A huge dragon-shaped arrow is in it, as if it wants to knock down the palace to the ground.

It is already the third day.

She didn't know the reason for Chi Jiao's trip, and she took a huge risk to go to another small world.

Maybe there is sufficient preparation, but in the current environment, it is not so much preparation or backup as it is that its own strength is strong enough.

The dragon shape suppresses the black shadows of human figures rising up in the palace. Occasionally, the thunder flickers out, reflecting hideous shadows like scales.

In the past few days, many visitors have stepped into Taihang. Obviously, this cross-border fight has attracted many creatures.

Maybe curious, maybe coveted, maybe revered.

Chu Xing'er doesn't care, as long as the creatures who step into Taihang abide by the rules, she will not drive them away.

Qing Yan and Chi Jiao's judgment is correct, she is not good at killing, but she never said that she is not good at speeding.

Ginkgo bergamot, crossing people with trees.

The girl looked at the projection under Gao Tian's battle, with a rare solemnity.

"Amitabha." She chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, bathed in the golden light of the ginkgo leaves, as if she had been covered with a real Buddha robe, although the robe seemed a bit bloated.

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In the swaying heavy rain, the golden candle is constant.

The emperor in the orthodoxy is fighting hard.

With the melodious sound of the flute, the inscriptions in the orthodoxy fell silent.

At the same time, the heavy rain lasted for three days and three nights, suppressing the imperial realm.

And the golden sword and the red sword are formed by the sword formations, and the dawn and dusk are falling and blooming.The sixteen ancient swords on the periphery roared. This is not sword energy, but the vertical and horizontal energy of heaven and earth!Tear apart palaces, mountains, and the bodies of their comrades, to plow the green locks!
The crimson flood dragon wraps around the moonlight-like river and controls the killing array.

Losing the realm of the imperial way, they still have methods and weapons, but the extremely palace weapon and the natal weapon killed the body of Jiaolong, most of the force was blocked by the surging river, so they couldn't hurt at all.The only thing that hasn't changed is the big bronze cauldron on the top of Jiaolong's head. Except for the running spirits, it has never participated in the battlefield from the beginning to the end. The Deer King standing at the mouth of the cauldron only occasionally casts cold eyes on them.

The bronze tripod is portraying, depicting the appearance of this world.

include them.

There was another fierce sword qi, and the aura surged.

Emperor Fu An covered the wound on his left chest and stepped back, his old brows tightly locked.Even if Qingsuo Mountain's killing array dies and the bone statue is silent, eight of them, who have been in the extreme palace for a long time, will fight an invincible person together, even if they lose, they shouldn't be so embarrassed.

This strange rain has suppressed the imperial realm which is extremely important to the emperor, and there is nowhere to display all his magical powers.

The sound of the rain was mixed with ancient beats, and the emperor could see the golden flute hanging high in the sky when he looked up.The ancient scriptures circulate and interweave, and the glow is particularly obvious in the dark rainy day.

This Shinichi is evolving itself, calling out to the bone statue.If it succeeds, the eight real bone statues will smash the stars.

The old emperor trembled.

"Why!" he yelled.

"Tell me, Xiao! Why didn't the Master come back? Why did the Master destroy this place?"

"Kyushu has been destroyed, shouldn't this be the Venerable Master's last home? Why do you want to destroy it?"

The golden hole flute never responded.

A living flood dragon can come to the Qingsuo Realm with the master's natal weapon, what happened to the emperors is clear and silent.

Unwillingness, disbelief, and anger.

The Qingsuo Realm is the orthodox lineage of Hengxiao Jinni, why does its natal instrument call on the bone statue to destroy this realm?
The scarlet dragon raised its head, and the void split open.

He also stretched out seven ferocious arms, one holding up the bronze cauldron, and the other holding the Lixia sword array.The original remaining arm followed into the air and stopped at the position where it was ascending with Dong Xiao.

After the appearance of these eight arms, the oppression felt by the emperors became more and more terrifying.

The land shrouded in rain seems to belong to Jiaolong.

The golden candlelight swept across the emperors, there was no sneer, no sarcasm, nothing.Is this how the bamboo basket soul gathering ruined his orthodoxy?Destroy those disciples who respected him, and destroy the land that carries thousands of memories.Only the ancestors at the first level can clearly realize the filth. These emperors, Yangshen, and even all the disciples in the Taoist lineage will not realize that they have changed.

They are still who they were.

Wake up and conquer the Kyushu in the present world, and follow in the footsteps of the ancestors to raise the battle flag again.

It's a matter of course for them.The way of thinking has changed silently, just like those unshakable people, the mission of protecting the Kyushu in the present world was abandoned, and they turned to covet the land of the present world. .

The truly awakened ancestors can't resist, they can only destroy everything.

They made such a decision, by coincidence.Li Xi'an took a long breath, and a strong wind was blown up, causing the rain curtain to sway with his breath.

Where does the source of the filth come from?Is it really invincible, invincible, and only sinking with destruction?

His rain and his fire wash away the filth.

But it is far from enough for the current situation, just like a drop of water dropped into a raging flame, it will be evaporated in an instant.

Suddenly, extremely violent thoughts flooded into Li Xi'an's mind, making him start to think seriously about the usefulness of destruction, inflicting real destruction is an extremely correct approach.

"Bam—!"

One arm took over the river on the dragon's body, and the next moment the golden fire ignited along the jagged back of the dragon.

The curling white mist steamed, covering Li Xi'an's huge body.

Someone whispered in the darkness until the golden fire dispelled the darkness, and the whispering shadows turned into black smoke and dispersed.

The ghost-like red copper bone surface tore through the white mist, and the golden candle jumped over the emperors who were waiting in full battle to stare at the world.Under the rain curtain, countless black smoke spread out, like the trailing tail of a snake, and like fine hair extending from the ground.

Even if his domain stopped watering the land all the time, it was almost sinking.

The iron scales were snapped together, and the golden candle fell on the emperors again.

His thoughts stretched for a moment before being infiltrated by those things. He needs to end it as soon as possible.Previous thinking is a direction, but this direction can only be left behind.Now, he only does one thing.

kill.

The ancient proverbs were released mixed with the rain, resounding over Qingsuo Mountain.

Taihang Baxing is forming a seal.The mysterious imprint aroused an incomparably turbulent tide of spiritual energy, and the weak disciple couldn't resist at all, so he had to kneel down.

"Good Fortune Jade Hand?" Some emperor asked in surprise.

"A magic seal that is not weaker than the jade hand of fortune!" Fu Anhuang's voice was so low that it was terrifying.

The Dharma seal of the Eight Xings of the Taihang.

Li Xi'an used Zhou Fa to deduce the handprint magical powers that were improved and adapted to Taihang Baxing.There are still many remaining shadows of the jade hand of fortune, which have been recognized by the emperor who has seen it.

Covering the heaven and the earth, giving life and giving death!

"Everyone!" Emperor Fu An shouted, "The Master wants us to die, and we have no complaints!"

"And this flood dragon is so powerful, holding the Venerable Master's flute, and killing Qingsuo Mountain, the blood flowed like a river. Are we going to be slaughtered?"

"Hahahaha!" Someone laughed loudly, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and their whole body was full of aura.

"The Venerable Master did it himself and I'll save face, but this flood dragon will be spared!"

The sacrificial utensils of the emperors faced the descending Taihang Baxing.

In the air, the rhythm of the hole flute played to a climax, pushed to the peak.

The skins of the emperors turned pale unconsciously, their spirit energy boiled, this battle was irrelevant, if Chi Jiao wanted to take their lives, they made Chi Jiao pay the price!

"Why are you afraid of a fight?" the pale figures asked.

(End of this chapter)