From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The jeep left the highway and drove onto the national road.

"Wang Ye has become a dead man." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

"Brother Du knows that I'm still alive. With his personality, he couldn't help but reveal the news to dad. Judging from the results, dad should have decided to respect my choice." Wang also sighed. He agreed to fake his death, which was also a way to cut off worldly ties. As for the matter of confiscating the swords, his brother was willing to communicate with him in advance. He probably didn't want to bother to help repair his heart that hoped for world peace after it was broken. He actually felt a little flattered by this.

"Then I'll leave this matter to you. I'll do the hard work for you." Two drops of Qilin blood dripped from Jiang Yuan's fingertips. They were wrapped in blank talismans, and some rare treasures from the Wang and Lu families were filled in. Finally, they were made into two bright red pills with the divine machine.

Wang also blinked his eyes. Although the other party killed people without blinking an eye, it seemed that he was quite nice to his disciples and subordinates.

"The Hundred-Year-Longevity Pill is a meaningless little thing. At most, it can allow an ordinary person to die at the age of 120. Don't even think about the rest. Your two brothers are not worth it." Jiang Yuan's tone was as cold as ever.

"It's up to them to wish for the best." Wang Ye smiled and took the pill. "Thank you for the reward, Master."

Jiang Yuan nodded. In this era, the situation of knights breaking the law with martial arts was not very serious. Not to mention the strange sects, an ordinary sword could be bought for thousands or tens of thousands. It was not a big problem for Father Wang's big group. In exchange for two pills with Qilin blood as the main ingredient, it was worth the money. After all, Qilin was rare in the world.

In the evening, the setting sun melts gold.

The mountains on both sides are lush and green, with jagged peaks and towering into the clouds. The water of Daixi River flows into the Yangtze River from the south. The canyon is deep and rushing away. On the west side across the gorge, there is a semi-circular rock. Looking up, it is shaped like a stone drum. Legend has it that this is the place where Dayu once locked the dragon when he was controlling the flood, and it is called Zhanlongtai.

It is said that in ancient times there were twelve real dragons chasing and playing in the sky above Wu Gorge, causing hurricanes and endangering people. A god happened to pass by and called for a huge thunder to kill the evil dragon. Unexpectedly, the dragon's corpse turned into hard stone, which blocked the waterway, causing the river to flood in the surrounding area and causing disasters. The ancient emperor Shun first sent a man named Gun to control the flood. He mistakenly adopted the single method of water blocking soil, which made the disaster worse. Eventually Gun was killed. Gun's son Yu inherited his father's business and continued to control the flood based on dredging, with significant results. However, he opened the wrong gorge in a hurry. Later, with the help of the gods, he re-opened the mountains and destroyed the real dragon's skeleton before he succeeded. This is the origin of Cuokai Gorge and Zhanlongtai.

Jiang Yuan stood in front of a semi-circular rock. Next to him was a deep canyon and turbulent river water. Just getting close to it, the natal flying sword in the pseudo-golden elixir was already jumping for joy.

After receiving the order, Tianmingding flew out first, brushing past the huge rock wall, bringing up a long dragon of sparks that kept disappearing, and sharp and piercing friction sounds echoed.

After three rounds, the dent on the Sword of Destiny had disappeared, and its edge was visibly sharper, but there were a few traces of wear and tear on the stone wall of the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

The cost of sharpening a sword for less than five minutes in the upper realm would be enough to make the mountain immortal sect with the word "Zong" in its name bleed.

Jiang Yuan made a sword with his fingers, and the sword energy moved. He ground the five pseudo-golden elixirs one by one, making the white streaks that spurted out from his fingertips terrifying, as if a giant sword was chopped down, and the semicircular cliff was suddenly broken from the root. Because the Dragon-Slaying Platform was extremely hard, he cut off an extra piece of ordinary rock. Fang Cunzhou made an exception and left Dantian, swallowing the giant rock wall that was about to fall into the small world.

All five natal flying swords entered the small world and began to beat the priceless Dragon-Slaying Platform. If the sword-raising gourd was a long-lasting stream, then this first-class sword-grinding stone in the world was the most harmless "forcing growth".

The Dragon-Slaying Platform that existed for thousands of years has now become a thing of the past. On the edge of the broken cliff, twelve bronze cones are embedded in the mountain.

It is filled with the humanitarian luck from the ancient emperors. Strictly speaking, it is not a magic weapon, but it has an unparalleled suppressing effect on the mountain roots and water transportation.

"Hold on till tomorrow morning." Jiang Yuan said. Not far away, Wang Ye, who was using Fenghou Qimen to conceal his movements, had sweat on his forehead. A thin but deep strange mist enveloped the surroundings.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, and Fang Cunzhou left the small world with great grievance, and quickly came to the broken mountain to dig out the twelve bronze cones one by one. The sword energy was like a waterfall, wrapping these ancient relics and falling on both sides of the Dai Creek that merged into the Yangtze River.

The water energy at the root of the mountain that had been suppressed for thousands of years was released at the same time, and half of the Daixi River seemed to come alive suddenly, constantly permeating the true energy of heaven and earth upwards. But at the same time, through the Fang Cun Boat, the great refining based on the Divine Machine Hundred Refinings began immediately.

The night falls, the moon sets behind the mountain, and the sun rises again.

At the moment when the sky alternated between light and dark, half of the Dai Creek disappeared, and the subsequent flowing stream appeared a little desolate and gloomy in the eyes of strangers.

Twelve eternal bronze cones were shattered, and the fragments formed a sword handle mixed with half of Daixi and turned into a three-foot long sword. The sword was connected from head to tail and kept shrinking, and finally turned into a bracelet and fell on someone's wrist. The previously stored magic sword and black blood peach wood sword turned into dust, adding the finishing touch to the newly born superior magic weapon.

Wang Ye removed the Fenghou Qimen and refined the stream water into a sword. He had read many Taoist scriptures, but this was unheard of.

Jiang Yuan looked at his harvest. Compared with the sword-raising gourd he had obtained before, this was probably his chance.

"Brother, maybe you will have to fight against that Chilong." Wang Ye said half-guessingly. In order for Chilong to transform into a dragon by crossing a river, it has to choose a famous river, and leaving Shu from the Yangtze River is definitely the best choice. With the disappearance of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, this route is smooth, while half of the Daixi River is damaged, and the backlash of water transport is like a nail that is waiting to be fired.

In short, there is a high probability that Chilong will take this route, and the "nail" is a disaster.

"Maybe I am the destination of the disaster."

Jiang Yuan sat cross-legged directly. Of course he was interested in a dragon that had not yet transformed.

"The cycle of nature is daunting." Wang Ye looked up at the sky. They were sorcerers, and getting the Dragon-Slaying Platform was equivalent to intervening in cause and effect. His brother took away the mountain roots and water luck that had accumulated for thousands of years, and was able to use it to refine superior magic weapons. According to the laws of nature, he was destined to pay it back, such as becoming a dragon slayer.

This was the fate of the Chilong. Everything happened unexpectedly. Normally, no matter how powerful a creature is, it will have a special opponent to suppress it.

When strange people are rampant in the world, there comes into the world a strange person who specializes in making the true qi ineffective. Zuo Ruotong of the Sanyi Sect has great skills in participating in the creation of the universe, but there are also small pawns who lead all parties to destroy his practice. The Northeastern Immortal Ginseng lives a carefree life, but finally meets the princess of the tribe, and dies because of love.

Wang Ye calculated with his fingers that the old master's opponent was most likely his last disciple Zhang Lingyu or his elder brother. As for his elder brother himself...

"Don't calculate it. After practicing for half a year, a heaven with incomplete rules has no time to give birth to a suitable opponent." Jiang Yuan said indifferently. A rival is not necessarily strong, but he definitely has some special restraint.

(End of this chapter)