Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 688

Wearing a bamboo hairpin on his head, a cassock, and a black jade belt around his waist, he has a calm temperament.

"This Fangjietian..."

Chi Song frowned, feeling like he was in a quagmire, and he could only show [-]% of his strength.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, and Chisong cast his gaze around.

As a true Yuanshen, with a sweep of his mind, he already got the information he wanted and understood the words here.

It's just that this information really made him a little... joyful.

With a stretch of his sleeves, Sword Master He involuntarily floated in front of him.

"Do you know this person?"

Bits of dense air emerged in midair, slowly condensing into a lifelike figure.

Pointing at the figure, Chisong asked with a trembling voice.

When Jianshi He saw the figure, his pupils shrank, his mind was full of thoughts, but his expression remained unchanged, and he said: "Returning to this lord, I have never seen it before."

Chisong took a look at Jianshi He, and said: "Your '36 Youguan Sword Qi' was created by me, and its gist is..."

This 36 Youguan Sword Qi was created when he was at the golden core in the past, and only she knows about it besides him.

Listening to Chisong explaining 36 Youguan Sword Qi clearly and clearly, even the loopholes in it, how much and the difference between the qi, they all explained it clearly, it was just a matter of the mental method of qi.

"shut up!!"

He Jianshi's expression changed immediately, and he shouted loudly.

"Who on earth are you? How can you know the secret of my sword gate..."

This is also why he is puzzled. The secret biography of Jianmen has never been revealed since the creation of the sect.

"Could it be..."

Just when a terrifying thought flashed through his mind, Chisong shook his head and carried him straight up into the sky.

Seeing that He Jianshi was kidnapped by this strange person who suddenly appeared, the people here in Lu Village panicked.

"Village chief, what should we do?" A middle-aged man stepped forward and asked.

"Report to the academy!"

The old man in feather robe narrowed his eyes and said, "I just hope that there is still time."

……

Zhongtian Great World.

Thousands of miles away from Xuanlian Peak, there is a thousand-foot peak.

Its mountains are steep and its peaks are beautiful.

The gurgling brook, among the meandering mountain streams, converges into a rushing river, which goes against the peak strangely.

A young man in a robe of stars held an earthen pot in both hands, and stepped tremblingly over the stone steps to the top of the peak.

The top of the peak seems to have been cut flat by something, and there is only one side of Yuchi.

And in Yuchi, a giant can be seen faintly, its body is heaving and falling, it seems to be breathing slightly, it seems to be harmless.

But he knew that this was a dragon subdued by the master, a living dragon.

The young man didn't dare to approach, put down the earthen jar from a distance, and hurriedly retreated.

Stepping on the stone steps, he couldn't help but patted his chest with a look of rejoicing.

Even though he knew that there was a prohibition imposed by his master here, he couldn't hurt him, but the aura of the dragon is so great, let alone a dragon that is equal to the Daoist He Dao, even if it was banned, it leaked a trace of aura. As far as the little monk is concerned, one can imagine the great oppression.

Even if he just got closer, he was terrified.

Thinking that he would come to deliver food every other month in the future, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

But at this moment in the jade pond, the giant hidden in the pond slowly moved, revealing a dragon head, just sucked lightly.

The earthen jar flew over from the edge, turned upside down, and dropped pills the size of longan eyes.

The pair of dragon eyes looked at each pill, and there was humiliation, resentment, struggle in the eyes... all kinds of things, and finally, he opened his mouth.

Then, there was a chewing sound.

a few days later.

A ray of profound energy penetrated from Tianyu, and when the aura dissipated, Zhou Fan was already standing by the bank of the jade pond.

On the side, Zhang Chukun and the others were already waiting here.

At this moment, he stepped forward to meet him quickly, and said: "The disciple pays his respects to the teacher."

Zhou Fan nodded and asked, "How is the construction of Wufanglongchi?"

Zhang Chukun replied: "All the plans assigned by the teacher have been completed."

Zhou Fan nodded, and immediately looked at Yuchi.

As if sensing his gaze, a dragon's head emerged from the bottom of the pool.

Zhou Fan fixed his eyes on him, the nature of dragons is obscene, and besides the innate true dragons, there are many descendants and descendants of the dragons in the East China Sea.

Among them, there are many people with pure blood, who can have the shape of a real dragon.

Although he has no real dragon supernatural powers, he can be regarded as tyrannical and incomparable.

Originally, it was certain to die, but when Zhou Fan saw this dragon, he thought of the few East China Sea dragon carps in Yujing Mountain.

Although it is still early for them to transform into dragons, that day will eventually come.

However, since the East China Sea dragon carp came into existence, there has never been a single one that can successfully transform into a dragon.

Those who can have the form of a true spirit must at least possess the thick blood of a true dragon.

If the East China Sea dragon carp is fed with the blood of the real dragon, it may increase the success rate of transforming the dragon.

Therefore, a dragon at the level of Dao Daojun was raised by Zhou Fan as a meat pig.

Regular feeding of pills and regular bloodletting.

This jade pond, and every creek on this mountain peak are the fruits of labor during this period, and they are all composed of the blood of real dragons.

It was just banned by Zhou Fan with the forbidden law, so there was no sign of the slightest abnormality.

"Zhou Fan, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

Looking at Zhou Fan, a pair of longan eyes seemed to be burning.

Who is he? Ao Jun, one of the few masters among Houtian True Dragons.

It is a shame and a shame to be raised as a pig now.

"Humiliate you, what should you do?"

Zhou Fan's eyes were deep, and he spoke lightly.

"Even if I die, you will never get your wish!"

Ao Jun's long eyes were scarlet as if they were about to bleed.

roar~~~
He raised the sky and let out a roar of unwillingness and anger, setting off a storm all over the sky.

"A futile struggle."

Zhou Fan was not moved by Ao Jun's reaction.

Fashion in its heyday is not his all-in-one enemy, now that he is banned, what storm do you want to stir up?

With a calm expression, Zhou Fanyun waved his sleeve.

Immediately, the dense and dense seal characters emerged into the void, and suddenly condensed into nine chains.

There are sun, moon and stars on the chain, and the real text of fireworks.

At the same time, a furnace suddenly appeared above Ao Jun's head.

The nine chains are all connected to the oven, and the other end is submerged into the void, as if connected to the heaven and the earth.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

Zhou Fan pinched a Dharma seal, punched runes one after another with a calm face, and sank into the oven, and then sank into Ao Jun's dragon body.

Boom! !

In an instant, thunderclouds covered Tianyu, and countless thunderbolts burst into pieces.

Thunderbolts struck the oven one after another.

roar~~~
The roar of despair and hatred gradually faded away as the thunder continued to strike.

In the jade pond, it has been churning endlessly, like boiling water under real fire.

A dragon's body was floating and sinking, and between the scales, there was a trace of real dragon's blood flowing down from time to time, sinking into the jade pond.

After finishing all this, Zhou Fan was in awe.

On the mountainside of this peak, a ray of light rises from five places in each.

In an instant.

I saw that the stream flowing upstream suddenly split into five streams, rushing towards the five streams of light respectively.

But for a moment, five miniature jade ponds shining with golden light were arranged in the midair in a mysterious formation.

The blood of the real dragon poured into it like a trickle from bottom to top.

It can be vaguely seen that in each jade pond, a golden fish floats and sinks.

As the fish scales rose and fell, a suction force naturally rose up, swallowing the blood of the real dragon.

"Chu Kun!"

Zhou Fan turned to Zhang Chukun and said, "Put the pills in the oven later."

Zhang Chukun said: "Yes, teacher."

Zhou Fan shook his sleeves and flew out a lot of talismans, saying: "Bring this talisman, come here to practice, you can avoid the dragon's prestige."

Zhang Chukun was overjoyed and even bowed to take it.

This peak was irrigated with the blood of an Houtian True Dragon, and it had changed from an ordinary small peak to a blessed land not weaker than those big forces.

He inherited Zhou Fan's ambition and passed on the way of visualization.

Today, there are more and more disciples under the sect, but they have never had a name.

Zhou Fan's move is tantamount to agreeing with his lineage.

"Teacher, can this disciple be named 'Xuanlian'?"

Zhang Chukun knelt down and said.

"can."

Zhang Chukun looked up happily, but only saw a flash of light, and a burst of profound energy had dissipated.

……

Endless infinite chaos primordial, a fairyland.

Under the vast sky, the sky is blue and cloudy.

On the vast land, towering and magnificent mountains, majestic and endless.Among the thousands of mountains and ravines, the trees are lush and lush, and a hundred flowers are competing to bloom.Rare birds and animals come and go, and giant birds and falcons fly high.Tigers run and dragons roar, lions roar and monkeys cry.

Miaomiao cloudy sky, vast lake water.

The setting sun is slanting, and the sky is full of colorful clouds.

Layers of mountains, reflected by thousands of rays of sunlight, give off a layer of iridescent clouds, as if covered with a layer of colorful clothes.

Ji Yufei looked to be around twenty, with his hair tied up without a crown, and a wooden hairpin inserted obliquely. He was wearing a light purple robe, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a jade belt around his waist. He had fair features and a clear face.

Especially a pair of phoenix eyes, black and deep, exuding a quiet light.

He stood firmly on the sky above the sky, with his feet on the mysterious light, the dense murderous intent permeated the sky, and the frost and cold smoke rose up.

Clouds of light criss-cross behind him, appearing or disappearing, constantly arising and extinguishing, pointing forward from a distance, locking on the air mechanism.

"It's already this time, where do you want to go?"

Ji Yufei sneered coldly, and together with his spirit, clouds of air condensed into a big hand as clean as jade, on which flowed a very simple and heavy truth.

It plummeted down and plunged into the lake below.

next moment.

There was only a shrill dragon chant, and large pieces of dragon scales flew in all directions.

Each dragon scale was the size of a millstone, and when it fell into the water, it made a loud noise, dyeing the entire lake a bloody color.

If you take a closer look, you can see that big hand grabbing a dragon that is more than a hundred feet long.

Jiaolong was struggling non-stop, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake his big hand.

He also hurt himself, and pieces of dragon scales flew around.

Holding the Jiaolong in one hand is truly supreme and domineering.

"Still unwilling to surrender?"

After capturing the dragon, Ji Yufei's expression froze, and the pronunciation in his mouth was like thunder, very majestic, and the whole world seemed to be echoing.

Then they came back again and again, pouring into Jiaolong's ears.

The dragon continued to struggle, and the dragon chant was long and long, with desolation and sadness inside.

"Don't let the deity succumb!"

"Stubborn."

Ji Yufei's expression was uneasy, and he picked up the cloud of thousands of miles behind him with his hand, turned it into a long whip, and whipped it hard.

The skin and flesh of the dragon were beaten to pieces, and the dragon's blood flew across the sea, staining the sea of ​​clouds red.

"It's a great honor for you to be able to pull a cart for this deity, you who wear horns. If you don't surrender, I will pull your dragon tendons and send you to a banquet."

Ang~~~
The dragon howled endlessly,
Click ~ click ~ click ~
As soon as the words fell, layers of continuous thunder light immediately appeared on the big hand, and then combined, they turned into thunder that filled the sky, and hit the dragon with a bang.

Accompanied by long whip, god thunder.

Time and time again, side by side, layer by layer, the skin and flesh of Jiaolong were beaten to pieces, crying endlessly.

After a while, Jiaolong knelt down on the surface of the lake trembling.

jingle~
At this moment, the space in front of his eyes was like cutting paper with scissors, and the gap in the middle was cracked.

Immediately, a figure was seen walking out of it, wearing a sky blue brocade robe and a jade belt around his waist.

He came slowly, his steps were steady, his eyes were restrained, without any sharp aura around him, but it made people feel that he had supreme dignity.

Ji Yufei took a look, took a step forward, saluted and said, "I've seen senior brother."

"Junior Brother, there are only over a hundred pure-blooded dragons in Guan Yuantian, so it's better not to kill them."

"The entire Guan Yuantian was captured by me at Tianqing Ridge. It's just a few loaches. If you kill them, you'll kill them. At most, it's just raising a few pure-blooded dragons in captivity."

Ji Yufei didn't take it seriously and said.

The senior brother smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed, the cloud gradually rose and condensed into a treasure palace.

I saw the green smoke curling up, and the clear light hung on it like a flying mirror.

"Junior brother, please."

Ji Yufei nodded, and immediately threw a saddle to cover Jiaolong below, and then followed his senior brother into the treasure palace.

After the two of them were seated separately, the senior brother smiled and said, "You are able to capture Guan Yuantian this time, and you have made great contributions, junior brother."

Ji Yufei was not modest, and said directly: "It's just a small fairyland, and you have fellow disciples to help, so it's easy to catch."

He paused, and continued: "This is just an appetizer. Among other factions, there must be many who easily captured Xiaoxiantian like me."

"Returning to the universe and inheriting the legacy of our ancestors, we will naturally have to compete among our major holy places."

Ji Yufei raised his head, his eyes burst out with dazzling sharpness, and said: "That's the time to show our sharpness."

"Young brother is right."

The senior brother smiled, with a gentle expression on his face, and said: "The current situation in Huanyu is complicated. Yuxu's family is the only one, so it's not easy to intervene, but outside of Huanyu, it's not like Yuxu, a young holy land, can intervene."

"Ok?"

Hearing his senior brother's words, Ji Yufei couldn't help raising his sword eyebrows, and asked: "Senior brother, what do you want to tell your brother?"

"Senior brother is really smart."

The senior brother pointed a finger, a map of the vast and muddy world.

There are lines and lines on it, heavy clouds and mist, broken links, and one after another can be vaguely seen distributed among them like islands in the ocean.

"here……"

With the thought of the senior brother, it was like an invisible big hand stretched out, and a place shrouded in clouds and mist suddenly dissipated, revealing a fairyland.

"Xuanyang Immortal Heaven, the former Xuanyang Master opened up... the patriarch's decree, let us take it!"

(End of this chapter)