Taoist chanting

In Zhenlong Cave, dust and mist swirl and dance, the sound of scriptures rises and falls, and the power of thoughts turns into invisible waves.

The black lock dragon chain has a magical power mantra light, like thunder and lightning flashes, meandering and piercing into the depths of the towering and huge dragon skeleton, the painful dragon roars, the space vibrates, buzzing and echoing.

Immediately afterwards, Dragon Soul laughed wantonly, full of joy.

"Hahaha, human kid, I don't know if I've been fooled by this king, what kind of tricks can you play this time?"

The sound of chanting scriptures stopped abruptly.

The empty cave was suddenly calm, Long Wei disappeared without a trace, and the dust slowly fell to the ground along with the black air.

Tu Kun protruded his funny head with yellow beard and small eyes from the rugged rock, and Lu Zi stepped on the shattered dead bone slag under his hooves, and the thunder light lingered on his body. Look at the temple master who raised his left hand in a stop gesture towards them.

The slap that was pressed on the black chain just now was as black as ink, and wisps of black air twisted like living things, crazily penetrated into the palm.

"The chain is poisonous, don't come here!"

The moment Zhang Wenfeng noticed the poison, he moved his palm away, but Yuan Rou couldn't stop the poison from happening.

The dragon king was too yin damaged. Lezi and Yang Shuilan were in different positions in front of him. They touched and pressed the black chain, but he was the only one who worked hard to break through the blockade.

The old demon of thousands of years can calculate people's hearts with every detail, as clever as clumsy.

It was calculated that he would not check carefully in his haste, and his eagerness for revenge made him suffer a big loss.

He raised the Xuanyuan Sword and was about to slash off his entire arm, but stopped suddenly.

Such a strong poison, a ray of poison has penetrated into the shoulder along the skin like lightning, leaving a ray of fine lines that are as light as a cloud of smoke, and the poison is attacking the body, and his Yuan Hong can't resist it.

There was a momentary pause, and more and more poisonous threads clung to the body and eroded.

"It's Dragon Saliva Soul Poison..."

Tu Kun screamed out in shock, he couldn't figure it out, the dragon soul was only the soul, where did the saliva come from to combine the soul power to refine the poison? It is said that there are other harsh conditions for refining ambergris soul poison.

That strand of black air, like a living thing, is the soul silk extracted by the dragon soul, and refined into a poison that loses its sanity. The dragon king was cruel, and followed one after another, regardless of the loss of his own dragon soul. It is also a big worry to eliminate the temple master.

"Hahaha, human boy, are you surprised, this king treats you well?"

Dragon Soul's previous grievances and pains were swept away, including the humiliation suffered ten years ago. At this moment, all the principal and interest were recovered. You are not even willing to spend a lot of money to refine dragon saliva soul poison, boy, you should feel honored!"

Zhang Wenfeng responded indifferently: "Old Dragon, what can mere poison do to me? Let's wait and see."

With his fingers holding the hilt of the sword, he held a small and thin turtle shell carved in dark yellow like jade.

The tortoise patterns are of different shades, and the links are intertwined, forming a complex rune pattern.

At this time, the yellow light flickered between the tortoise patterns, forming a virtual tortoise shell in the blink of an eye, the brilliance was dim, less than Zhang Xu's size, enclosing Guanzhu Zhang and the bronze puppet that flew over just now taking advantage of the gap.

The dragon soul roared, and the violent black air rushed towards it, but it was a step slower.

The torrential dragon's majesty is as real as it is, carrying the wind and dust against the yellow shell of the turtle, making a loud "boom" sound, the virtual shell swaying from side to side, the brilliance flickering, but it seems that the rocks in the storm are unbreakable, and the ground has cracks. Light streaks climbed around.

"Everyone, enjoy the gift the Dragon King gave you, haha!"

Zhang Guanzhu's voice clearly came out of the virtual mask, and several companions in the sound transmission had an unscrupulous and cheap taste.

Fortunately, the old man Fushan gave him two talismans to save his life. At a critical moment, he used one of the "Mysterious Tortoise Talisman Talisman". part of the power.

And the Dragon Soul has already lost its body, although the attack is fierce, it cannot be killed all at once.
Destroying it was purely relying on Longwei's brutal crushing, and slowly killing it with time. If you want to wipe out this sixth-order tortoise charm, it may take a hundred years or more.

It took him a long time to figure out the big difference in the old man's attitude towards him before he realized it.

The old turtle saw that he was full of meritorious deeds, so he made friends with him in a silent way, acted as a guide and gave him amulets, which was much better than the other two old monsters.

The yellow mist filled the air, quickly covering up the two figures inside the veil.

From time to time, the sound of superseding scriptures can be heard indistinctly from the roaring noise of Longwei, and there is a trace of rune light along the black chain that shoots into the depths of the dragon skeleton, and it is also intermittent, stimulating the painful dragon soul to get angry Vent their anger outside and face Longwei's four people.

Yang Shuilan and Lezi took the first step, rushed to the valley formed by Feilaishi's ups and downs, and joined Lu Zijin to fight against the wrath of the dragon soul together.

The black air swept away, and the frantic impact and coercion overwhelmed the dependent two and one donkey.

Lu Zijin bears the most pressure outside, with lightning flowing around his body, tempering his body without rushing.

There is an earth protector who controls the rocks to resist most of the pressure, and he is still in the mood to tease his temple master, saying via voice transmission: "I bet the temple master has the means to easily undo the "Dragon Saliva Soul Poison", we don't need to worry about him. Sometimes, the viewer is so cheap that it makes people itch, and that stupid dragon king thinks he can do something, but he is actually doing his best to help us exercise, Brother Lezi, do you think it makes sense?"

Lezi sat cross-legged on the ground, his body shining brightly. After all, he is only at the late stage of the third level, and he is the weakest among these people. Fortunately, he is a martial artist, and he is relatively more resistant than Yang Shuilan who does not use magic weapons. The sound transmission replied, "Strange." , I am not worried about the safety of the temple master at all, it seems that there is no problem that the temple master cannot solve, no matter how troublesome it is, it is not a problem for him.”

Tu Kun, whose head sticks out from the rock, is also being tempered by the chaotic Longwei. With the help of flying stones, he is under pressure everywhere. He needs a sharpening that can consume mana and shock the soul. Jin, you said that the master of your house is "cheap", I can't agree more, when the master is out of trouble, I will ask him..."

"Don't, Lord Tu, you are not making trouble. You can't talk nonsense. The Lord likes to hold grudges... Uh, the Lord is heroic and heroic. He is a bright light on the way forward for our generation of monks, yes A role model for my generation of monks..."

Lu Zi entered the donkey without changing his face, and said words that violated his conscience in front of everyone.

"Donkey, don't be disgusting!"

"Brother Lu, shut up!"

"Stop talking!"

Even Yang Shuilan couldn't help protesting through sound transmission.

It's too nasty, what kind of person and conduct the viewer is, they still don't know?
To his own people, he is as gentle as a spring breeze, extremely patient, and his character is undeniable, but to his enemies, he is as cruel and ruthless as an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Both Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan happened to have a period of time when they had a bad relationship with the viewer. Although the length of time was different, they could empathize with the viewer's "badness" and they would never forget it.

Just a donkey running errands with the viewer on the saddle, shut up, you have no right to speak.

Lu Zijin aroused the anger of the crowd, and muttered through voice transmission: "Aren't you curious about how the Lord detoxifies?"

Inside the virtual cover of the turtle shell.

The little old man transformed by Yumengchang is only four feet tall, with his right hand stretched out a finger to touch the dark left palm of the temple master, he quickly made a formula with his right hand, and quickly chanted a strange spell in his mouth.

The old monster who has lived for thousands of years is also known as the "dream charm" known as the succubus, and he is an expert at dealing with soul poison, and it is a piece of cake.

What's more, the strength of that dragon soul is weak, and it is not the same as the current Yumengchang. Youmengchang is sure to collect the very rare dragon soul silk, so that he can devour it in front of the tonic.

Zhang Guanzhu put away the Xuanyuan sword long ago, and pressed his right hand on the shoulder of the bronze puppet, while the puppet held the black chain with both hands, which played an excessive role of isolation in the middle, and the poison on the black chain would not attack the lifeless puppet .

The temple master recited scriptures intermittently to stimulate the furious dragon soul outside.

He tried to recite the scriptures silently and use the golden light to stop the soul poison that had eroded into his chest, and found that it could kill the most difficult
The dragon soul silk, and the remaining "dragon saliva poison" requires him to spend time and mana to slowly expel it out of the body with Yuanrou.

That being the case, it is better to let the old man Mengmei who woke up earlier and prevented him from doing the stupid thing of cutting off his arm through sound transmission. According to the old man, this is a rare opportunity and a supreme good thing.

There is a sixth-level tortoise talisman protection on the outside, and even if the Dragon Soul is furious, there is nothing he can do about it. Inside, there is Youmeng, who looks like a miserly woman, collecting poison by peeling cocoons.

He is like a person who has nothing to do, staying out of the wind and rain.

Then, continue to stimulate the dragon soul with thought power, and let the outsiders enjoy the tempering of the dragon soul more.

After all, the opportunity is rare, and the Dragon Soul is so hardworking and enthusiastic.

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(Everyone, don’t rush and don’t rush, the small copy will be done tomorrow, and the reputation of the donkey will be guaranteed)