Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 340: The Patriarch echoes, Chunyang Sword Immortal appears
The people were terrified.

The roar of the dragon is far better than the thunder.

Because of this, they finally knew the whole story. The Dragon King of Huaishui was being hunted down by a god!

After all, this water vein is very famous, flowing through several states, and officials often host sacrificial ceremonies.

At this moment, many people are very conflicted.

Judging from the evil dragon's tone, he must have committed a heinous crime, and even threatened to massacre all living creatures within five hundred miles and transform the country into a thousand miles!
He deserves to die...

But his own life is controlled by it.

"Get out of the way immediately and give me a way to survive!"

The four-clawed green dragon roared again, as if it had pinpointed Meng Fan's fatal point. There was a blazing dragon ball in its mouth, and it seemed that it would self-destruct immediately if the conditions were not met.

Sacrifice one blow, and the world and the earth will live together?

A dragon of this level... can indeed drag all creatures within a radius of five hundred miles along with it.

In addition, transforming Qianli Zeguo is also not a lie.

The Huai River is long, more than a thousand miles long?
In addition, there are various tributaries, and the dragon's genus itself has considerable experience in controlling water veins.

tricky!

Even though Meng Fan's expression and subtle movements could not be seen clearly through the mask and armor, King Jiao could still guess that he had hesitated through his frozen and hovering posture.

Therefore, the body suspended in the air began to fly.

The Huai River below, which had been deprived of its divine position by imperial edict and had no one to inherit for the time being, caused huge waves and became even more violent.

At the same time, dark clouds were rolling, the wind was howling, and thick water vapor began to condense in the air!

If you don't even bother to care about eternal life, what else is there to be afraid of?
Even though there was no Thunder God or Lightning Girl present, Nie Long arranged the rainstorm himself, showing Meng Fan that he was not just pretending!

"Decide quickly, I only have one way to survive. There are beautiful clam girls and the best elixir in the water palace. You can take it yourself..."

Meng Fan's eyes were cold, but he vaguely let go, changed his voice, became extremely low, and interrupted: "Where's the seal of God?"

At the moment, he doesn't want to expose his identity and irritate this evil beast.

"The destiny of humanity is repulsive, and the way of heaven is disgusting. It is useless for me to want it. I will throw it away before I go far away from the territory."

The four-clawed old dragon responded coldly. If it hadn't been suppressed and the opponent had a terrifying magic weapon, why would it be acting like this?
I just hate that the little Taoist priest ruined his own good deeds and pretended to appease him, taking the opportunity to go to Beijing to complain!
Take the initiative to give up the divine seal?

Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe this.

Meng Fan had not expected him to go far away from the region. After all, neither the human world nor the heavenly world could tolerate such evil beasts. The only option was to change the world and go to Tubo, Dashi, or even more distant foreign lands.

The atmosphere was unusually quiet.

Some people were pleading, while others were angry and resentful, saying all kinds of dirty words.

The targets were not only evil dragons, but Meng Fan, the Taoist who was ordered to kill the dragon, was also being complained about. Tens of thousands of thoughts poured into his mind.

Who cares why you killed the dragon?
If I am implicated in this matter, then you are also to blame, and you are no different from an evil heretic!
Maybe regardless of this matter, the Huaishui Dragon God will take advantage of the troubled times and the decline of human luck to cause various disasters in the future, and they will change their face again.

Meng Fan recited a mantra and meditated, ignoring such thoughts. If he had no other option but to choose between the survival of all living beings and the slaying of the evil dragon, then he would choose the former and give up all plans, because the people are indeed innocent and he himself is worried. There is no cause and effect.

"Don't delay, make a decision quickly!"

The old dragon is also anxious, and worries will change later. It seems that it has the initiative now, but what if someone is really cruel and abandons everything?
"But Zhenjun Sanmao clearly found out that his disciples want to kill the evil dragon, help humanity, and revitalize the Taoist sect."

Generally speaking, communicating with God requires various gestures, but there are also words that can be spoken sincerely and spiritually.

But no matter what, Meng Fan felt that he could ask his ancestor to take action in such a simple situation with a glimmer of idea.

In the past, there was Guan Shengdijun in Dantian Fumoyuan.Not long ago, it was Tianzun Leizu of Shenxiao Yufu.

The two great gods are kind and close to each other, but they have inheritance and following...

As soon as the thought came to mind, a bright light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and the breathtaking sword light soared into the sky, crushing all the water vapor from thousands of miles away.

The world is instantly clear.

A clear chanting sound rang out, coming from nowhere: "We suddenly met on the east bank of East Shandong, shaking hands with Ding Ning and speaking like bells."

"Swordsmanship has become the king's skill, and there are dragons to kill dragons."

The Jiao King was so frightened that he looked around in disbelief. He was a demon king, how could such a person exist in the world?
Isn’t it time to ascend early?

Just pulling out a sword from a distance completely quelled all the changes, and it seemed that as long as one more thought came out, the dragon body that stood shoulder to shoulder with him would be strangled to death by the endless sword energy.

Before King Jiao could figure it out, Meng Fan, who fell into silence, heard three ethereal voices coming from his ears, almost at the same time and overlapping:
"Next time you encounter trouble, think of me again. Someone has already taken action."

"Little Taoist priest, as long as I keep an eye on you, you can just continue to make a name for yourself, hahaha."

The voice that had recited the poem earlier was no longer fairy-like, but full of teasing.

"Who is the senior?"

Meng Fan did not dare to be negligent and immediately responded with his spiritual thoughts.

"You haven't read enough books. You must read more in the future, otherwise you will be a member of my Taoist sect in vain."

"I'll give you another hint, please listen."

"In the eight hundred and autumn years since I attained the Tao, I have never taken a flying sword to take a human head. The Jade Emperor has not had a celestial talisman, and the goods are black and gold."

A word immediately popped into Meng Fan's mind:

Sword Fairy!

The poem is very straightforward.

Master Tao, I have been here for 800 years and have never touched human life on my hands. Why hasn’t the Jade Emperor summoned me yet? That’s all. Then I’ll continue to hang out in this world with my sword.

This person has achieved enough cultivation, but is unwilling to take the initiative to enter the heaven. The Jade Emperor must personally issue an order and send an envoy to come down to earth to invite him to come up.

Such treatment... As far as Meng Fan knew, one was the ancestral master of Longhu Mountain, and the other was his own ancestral master, Damao Zhenjun.

A few lines of poetry do not seem to have murderous intent, but upon closer inspection, murderous intent is actually hidden everywhere. Perhaps it is an over-interpretation. I always feel that this person has a certain attitude that if the Jade Emperor does not summon him, he will be an immortal and not cultivate.

"But in front of Lu Zu?"

Spiritual thoughts flew out, Meng Fan consciously figured out the meaning of the poem, ignored the old Jiao who was confronting him in the air, and hurriedly saluted his disciples at an inconspicuous mountain in the east.

"Quite clever."

"Since I have received a courtesy from you, I will teach you a ritual, lest those fellow Taoists in Maoshan say that I am unjust."

Pointing his fingertips from a distance, Meng Fan's mind came to mind with the method and various key points.

The Sword Immortal’s Way to Raise an Army!

"Everyone in the world can travel for half a day without having to cross a phoenix or ride a dragon. Occasionally, he can destroy the highest peak in Zhongnan by playing with the flying magic sword."

Amidst the uninhibited laughter, the white-clothed figure on the top of the East Mountain disappeared, and only the silent scene for thousands of miles proved that he had indeed been here.

However, the killing intent that made the four-clawed old Jiao Gulin shudder did not dissipate. This was a bright warning to him that if he dared to implicate the innocent again, he would die on the spot, and he would not be able to self-destruct the Dragon Ball.

(End of this chapter)