My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

Ling Xiaodong bid farewell to the enthusiastic villagers in her daughter's village, and embarked on the road to find the ghost Jiao with Yue Yingying.

The familiar mountain path is still as difficult as before, but fortunately, Fang Xiaosi sent a machete, which can split the bushes ahead.

"According to Miss Fang, you can see a small Tan a hundred feet further ahead, which is the place where the ghost dragon lives."

"Ah."

Yue Yingying's answer was still so simple and straightforward.

She lowered her head and hurried on the road, not looking at Ling Xiaodong in front of her.

"Master, are you uncomfortable?"

Ling Xiaodong found that something was wrong with Yue Yingying.

"No."

what happened again?Is it menstruation?

Ling Xiaodong shrugged helplessly, and ignored her, women always have a few days.

He just continued to wave the big knife in his hand, cut off the branches in front of him, and kept moving towards his destination.

When the sun was high in the sky, the two of them heard the sound of water rushing in front of them.

Ling Xiaodong lowered his body, hiding behind the branches and leaves of the trees and peering forward.

A black dragon, which seemed both real and imaginary, was sleeping on a large rock in the middle of the pond.

Chapter 44 Kill the dragon where there is a dragon

This ghost dragon is about a hundred feet long, covered with black scales, faintly reflecting the luster of metal, with a sharp black horn growing on its head, which looks like a dragon but is not a dragon. .

The tail has no hair and is as bald as a snake. Unlike a real dragon, which has four claws and five fingers, the dragon only has two claws and three fingers.

The body of the ghost dragon disappears and appears, as if it does not exist in this world.

This means that this flood dragon is only in the form of a spirit body, and its physical body has long since died.

At this time, the sun was too strong at noon, and the water-friendly dragons didn't like the scorching sun, let alone ghost dragons.

At this moment, it is dormant in the Tan under the shadow of the leaves, and its two whiskers float with its breathing, which sounds like a cow's cry.

Jiao, the genus of the dragon.The fish in the pond is full of [-], and the jiao comes to be the leader. He can lead the fish to fly, and if he puts the fish in the water, he will become a jiao.

Although this flood dragon has lost its physical body, it is still a dragon.

Dragon, the darling of heaven and earth.

There have been very few dragon slayers in the world for thousands of years. Every time a dragon slayer appears, it means that there will be great changes in the world, and it usually happens in the troubled times when the dynasties change.

And the closest dragon slaying legend has been more than 300 years ago, and the dragon slayer [-] years ago is now the Great Zhou Guoshi.

It is said that 300 years ago, the old dynasty collected dragon veins from all over the world and gathered them in the capital. Hundreds of dragon veins, large and small, condensed into a five-clawed golden dragon thousands of feet high. It coiled around the capital of the old dynasty to prolong the life of the dynasty and suppress the world. Luck.

This gave signs of a return to the already perilous country. At that time, the rebel army led by the empress of the Great Zhou was defeated by the old army blessed by the golden dragon luck.

Just when the rebel army was about to be surrounded and suppressed, the national division appeared alone in the sky above the old capital.

That was already 300 years ago, and all those who were lucky enough to see this battle have died of old age, but there are detailed records of that battle in the Records of the Grand Zhou Shiji.

It is said that the national teacher walked through the air back then, dressed in fluttering white clothes, holding a sword behind his back, like a god descending into the world.

She and the thousand-foot golden dragon have been fighting in the nine heavens, thunder and thunder, swords and dragons singing, hanging above the capital of the old dynasty for three days and three nights without stopping.

In the end, with a sad dragon roar, the golden dragon, which symbolized the last fate of the old dynasty, was killed by the imperial master's sword.

According to historical records, blood rained down in the sky, as if the heavens were weeping for the fall of the golden dragon. The blood-colored rain submerged the entire capital of the old dynasty, forming a red lake.

Now the lake is called the Blood Lake, and the dragon-slaying sword is called the Taiping Sword.

After the birth of the Prince of the Northern Territory, the national teacher presented the Taiping Sword to the prince. Later, with Zheng Beiguan, he went to the Northern Territory alone to rescue the Wenren Yiqing. After the death of Yiqing, the legendary sword was nowhere to be found.

But now, what Ling Xiaodong and Yue Yingying are facing is the second only to the dragon species—Jiao, so they can't help but be careless.

"How is it? Master, are you sure?"

Ling Xiaodong hid behind a tree and lowered his voice to ask Yue Yingying.

Yue Yingying frowned, the battle with Jiaolong was no small matter, and now she was no longer the same as before, she said solemnly:

"Since it is a ghost, it must be most afraid of thunder. But the trouble is, this is the soul of a dragon. It can fly in the clouds and summon rain. I am afraid that thunder alone is not enough, and it must be coupled with heavenly fire."

"Du Tian Da Thunder and Fire Curse?"

There must be both thunder and sky fire, Ling Xiaodong only remembers that this one spell can have both.

Yue Yingying nodded slightly, and gave Ling Xiaodong an appreciative glance.

"Well, that's it, but it takes a long time to cast the Dutian Great Thunder Fire Curse, and it will also cause a vision of heaven and earth. I'm afraid that this ghost dragon will escape early, and we won't be able to stop it by then. It will be troublesome if it makes a comeback. gone."

Ling Xiaodong suggested: "Then I'll seduce it. How long will it take to cast the spell?"

Yue Yingying lowered her head and thought for a while, then slowly said:

"It's almost half a stick of incense time."

"it is good!"

For Xiaoyan, so what if it’s Jiaolong?

He clenched the wooden sword in his hand, and suddenly remembered the dream he had had in the belly of the mirage.

After killing the feathered snake in his dream with a wooden sword, he finally brought Xuanyangcao back to Qingfengguan to save Xiaoyan.

I hope it can really be like a dream.

Ling Xiaodong said in a deep voice:

"Master, let's start."

Yue Yingying didn't talk nonsense. She raised her sword finger and white talismans flew out from the bag. The animal blood in the bag floated and drew strange patterns on the white paper.

These completed spells flew forward under Yue Yingying's control, directly sealing off the entire Xiaotan.

"Om, oh, oh, help, the fire order of the nine heavens, the essence of Emperor Yan. The golden sage, the fire crow soldier. Throwing fire thousands of miles, sweeping away the demon atmosphere. Burning ghosts and thieves, leaving the palace in the wind. The flames of the sky, black flames and black winds .Flying fire is powerful, and the great god should rush. I practice the fire method, and each holds the emperor's bell. Shake the three worlds, and the demons are wiped out..."

As Yue Yingying cast the spell, the originally clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and bright red thunderous lightning exploded in the dark clouds.

The ghost dragon that was originally dormant in the Tan suddenly raised its head and looked at the sky, its snake-like emerald green eyes shrinking into a thin line.

In this dark cloud, an uneasy atmosphere was brewing, as if this force was directed at him.

The natural ability of the dragon species to avoid disasters tells it to run away directly is the best choice.

Just when it was about to fly away, a cry came.

"Beast, die!"

A very fast figure walked across the water, with splashes of water exploding all the way. In an instant, Ling Xiaodong was in front of the ghost dragon.

As the wooden sword was passed forward, Gui Jiao couldn't react for a while, and had no time to dodge, and was directly stabbed in the neck by the wooden sword.

Although this sword failed to break through the impenetrable dragon scale, it precisely pierced a white crescent-shaped scale the size of a palm on Gui Jiao's neck and chin.

This is the reverse scale of the flood dragon!

Ling Xiaodong's task was not to kill the dragon, but to buy more time for the master to cast spells.

An angry roar sounded like a cow's braying and a tiger's roar, shaking the forest.

Although it is only a flood dragon, it also has the power of a dragon.

The small animals in the forest all burst to death under this roar, and the large animals also bled from their seven orifices, and fell to the ground dying.

However, Ling Xiaodong was completely unaffected, his toes touched the surface of the water, and he flew up, avoiding the wrath of the ghost dragon.

Sweeping with one tail, the thousand-year-old tree in the forest that needs three or five people to embrace it explodes directly into sawdust. If it hits a person, it will definitely turn into blood plasma.

Ling Xiaodong is a bold man, after the ghost dragon has wiped out the tail, when the old power has not been lost and the new power is not born, he directly stepped forward to lean on him, raised the wooden sword, and stabbed at the ghost dragon's emerald green pupils.

As soon as this ghost dragon seemed unable to dodge, it immediately turned its body into reality and transformed into the form of a ghost, turning its head as much as possible to avoid its vital points.

But the fusang wooden sword in Ling Xiaodong's hand is designed to kill ghosts.

A sword slashed, the scales flew up, and blood flowed.

Guijiao suffered from pain and roared again, his body turned from emptiness to reality, rampaging like losing his mind.

All the trees it hit were broken in half, and rocks were sliced ​​open like tofu under the sharp horn on its head.

Ling Xiaodong calmly moved around between the ghost flood's frenzied attacks, estimating the time in his heart.

The thunderclouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the low thunderclap exploded in it.

Ling Xiaodong sideways avoided the impact of Guijiao's horn, and the moment he missed it, he saw the sly light in Guijiao's eyes.

The ghost dragon did not look back, but continued to rush forward.

And that is where Yue Yingying is!

Chapter 45 Reversal

It turned out that the appearance of losing his mind before was just an illusion.

When this ghost dragon rushes around, it is actually looking for Yue Yingying who is hiding behind the scenes and casting spells!

Ghost Jiao has already seen Yue Yingying who is casting spells in the forest, the distance between the two is only a few feet away, it is confident that its sharp horns can pierce the weak woman in front of it.

Yue Yingying is concentrating on casting spells at this time, which is a critical time that must not be interrupted.

She could only watch the ghost rushing towards her with a pale face.

Too late to hide!

At this critical moment, the originally curved body of the ghost dragon suddenly collapsed into an upright position, making it difficult for him to move forward.

It looked back, and the boy behind him was holding his own tail with one hand, preventing him from moving forward.

The force was so great that the five fingers directly scratched the scales and embedded them deeply in the flesh.

Immediately afterwards, there was only a loud bang.

"You come back to me!"

Ghost Jiao's eyes turned dizzy.

Ling Xiaodong grabbed the dragon's tail with one hand and waved it like a whip.

The Baizhang dragon's body was continuously smashed to the ground, knocking the ghost into a daze.

While Ling Xiaodong was fighting the dragon, Yue Yingying was also seizing the time to cast a spell, changing the spells in her hands, and chanting a spell quickly:

"Jiujiang is boiling, the seas are rolling, the rivers are boiling and the seas are boiling. Forging and steaming, cannon fire burning ashes, destroying mandrills, wooden guests are weird, and fairies are dead. Mrs. Wuyou hunts and kills evil demons in the three realms. Five rampant evil witches and ghosts, The god of climate plague, when encountering the fire of Bingding, rushes thousands of miles. The thunder of the Xun wind destroys all ghosts and turns into dust. Haste like a law!"

The thunderclouds in the sky turned from black to red, and they were already glowing red, condensing together in a swirl shape in the sky.

"Ling Xiaodong, run! It's coming!"

Yue Yingying called anxiously outside the formation.

As soon as Ling Xiaodong let go, he pulled Guijiao to the ground again, turned around and rushed out of the formation like an arrow.

Just when his front foot left the range of the spell, the thunder and fire spell was activated on his back foot.

The world-destructive red thunder poured down, and the sound of the huge thunderstorm resounded for thousands of miles. All birds and animals were trembling under the might of the world-destroying thunder.

The spell is filled with the most violent thunder in the world. The person illuminated by the red light can't open their eyes, and can't see the scene inside at all. They can only hear a few screams in the thunder. With the raging thunder and lightning, even the last scream also disappeared.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shined on the earth through the clouds again.

The original location of Xiao Tan turned into a large, charred pit, with a strong burning smell coming from inside.

Ling Xiaodong looked at the bottom of the pit and saw that the ghost dragon was no longer there.

"You should be dead now, right?"

Suddenly, several weak coughs came from the pit.

"Cough cough cough...it hurts."