If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

The white guqin beside An Nijing was still floating in the air, and she looked at Lu Jing with some reverence and envy.

In this world, there are always rumors of people of immortal wisdom.

There are actually quite a few people who can see fairyland in their dreams, but those who can inherit the teachings of the immortals and win the favor of the immortals are extremely rare even in the records of the Hengshan Temple.

But everyone is a world-renowned powerhouse.

For example, in the Hengshan Temple where An Nijing was located, the Hengshan old man who was once canonized by the immortals as a temple priest on Hengshan, or the white-clothed sword armor.

Since the old man of Hengshan, there is only one disciple in the Hengshan Temple who has climbed the sandalwood sword fairyland, and has since become the Great Sword Festival of the Hengshan Temple.

An Nijing still remembers to this day that when the great sword is sacrificed, there seems to be a fairyland reflection hanging in the sky, that is the real way of the fairy sword.

Even though the Great Sword Sacrifice never illuminated the original star, with the help of immortal wisdom, it illuminated six main stars and three big stars, coupled with the inheritance of the immortal, in An Nijing's heart, with the cultivation base and sword energy of the Great Sword Sacrifice, Even in this vast area, it can be called extremely strong.

Just because there was a great sword sacrifice in front of her, An Nijing became more and more envious of this young man who had acquired immortal wisdom.

"This kind of opportunity can be met but not sought after. Those two immortals are now in the middle of the river. They are just busy with important matters and have no time to come to find Mr. Lu."

On An Nijing's face with some baby fat, her two pearl-like pupils were still shining.

"Hengshan Temple inherited the law of the immortals, so the two immortals ordered me to come to find Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, you go to Lingao Mountain with me. The two immortals will stay on Lingao Mountain for a long time. If you can get the law of the immortals , with Mr.'s talent, he will definitely be able to improve to a higher level."

"Besides, I have already heard from the brothers in the temple that the disabled old dragon in Taichonghai survived the spiritual tide, and he had already cultivated into the Nine Layers of Divine Aspects during the spiritual tides, reflecting the Ninth Layers of Divine Aspects.

This is after the spiritual tide, those strong people in the past have often fallen to the realm.

But the old dragon can live to this day, at least it is a god!

Looking around the world, the old dragons of the eighth heaven of gods can be called extremely strong, plus dragons and dragon kings from all over the world have entered the middle of the river, not only wanting to seize the opportunity of Lutan, but also coming for the young master.

Mr. Lu, if you follow me to Lingao Mountain, with those two immortals around, even if there are two or three old dragons with disabled feet, they will definitely do nothing to you. "

An Nijing's voice was quite pleasant, she tilted her head slightly, and looked at Lu Jing with a little more clarity besides envy.

Qi Hanzhang stretched his neck, and looked up at the pen and a piece of straw in Lu Jing's hand.

That scrap of paper reads...

"There are the real dragons Tunlu, Xiyunxue, Chanxuan, and Jiufanglin. The four dragons are entrenched in Changliu City, and together with the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang, they set up a blood sacrifice formation to devour the flesh and blood of living beings.

There are dead bones everywhere in Changliu City, both human and demon.

At the end of the summer of the thirteenth year of Emperor Chongtian, Lu Jing killed four dragons in the deserted city of Changliu. "

Lu Jing, who was holding a pen, seemed to write quite casually for a few lines of text.

But in the eyes of Qi Hanzhang, a young calligrapher who is proficient in calligraphy, every word on Lu Jing's straw paper contains wisps of sword energy.

The sword qi was sharp and violent, and contained a clearly visible killing intent.

"The bitter brushwork is endless, both elegant and boundless. It seems to have different styles, but in fact it is unrestrained and full of momentum."

Qi Hanzhang looked at the straw paper in Lu Jing's hand, feeling more and more confused.

"When I was in Qi State, I once heard merchants and wanderers in Taixuanjing talk about Lu Jing's cursive script. They all said that Lu Jing's cursive script was elegant and unrestrained, just like the waves of early spring. It's sharp, but it never stops, it's not as sharp and murderous as it is."

"When Lu Jing came out of Taixuanjing, even the techniques of brush and ink changed?"

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but... Qi Hanzhang was still amazed by the few lines of writing on the straw paper.

"Whirling and hanging down, or up and down and uneven, Huiyin Mountain is raised high, and the will is full of various forms. It is endless.

And...if Lu Jing is willing, each of these words will become a sword energy. "

Qi Hanzhang took a deep breath, he thought of his excellent brushwork, whether it was running script or cursive script, he had already mastered it, and he thought that in this world, there were not many people who could beat his running script and cursive script.

This is by no means Qi Hanzhang's pride.

But... When he saw Lu Jing's few lines of cursive script like a dragon pole soaring into the sky, he was surprised at first, and then he couldn't help feeling emotional.

"Not to mention the year of knowing destiny, this Lu Jing seems to have just reached the crown, and his cursive script is not weaker than mine."

An Nijing was looking at Lu Jing, waiting for Lu Jing's reply.

But in An Nijing's heart, how could Lu Jing not agree?

For the people of this world, it is a rare opportunity to visit the fairyland and the immortals to teach the Dharma.

"The happy event is that the immortal summoned me to Lingao Mountain, and the bad event is that the disabled old dragon with eight layers of gods came to kill me."

Lu Jing put away the mind-holding pen, took out a thin booklet, and put a new straw paper in it, then got up, and saluted the three of An Nijing meticulously.

Qi Hanzhang, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help reminding Lu Jing: "Mr. Lu Jing, it's not just that old dragon with eight layers of gods and legs who came to kill you.

I can sense your aura, weak and crumbling, not to mention a broken-legged old dragon with an eighth level of divine appearance, come two or three dragon kings of the fourth or fifth level of the seventh realm, I'm afraid you..."

Qi Hanzhang didn't go on when he said this.

Lu Jing blinked his eyes, and humbly asked the two monks from the Qi Kingdom: "Are there many dragon kings in the fourth and fifth levels of the seventh realm?"

Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing looked at each other, not understanding why Lu Jing asked such a question.

On the contrary, Lian E laughed and said: "Dragon is rare in number, but it is favored by the heaven and the earth. It is born with a strong physique, a thick soul, and a long life. Dragons can step into the realm of divine fire, and they only need to be stronger to step into the seventh realm.

But... stepping into the seventh realm, there is a huge gap between each level. The fourth and fifth levels of the seventh realm are not cats or dogs. Even if it is a dragon, it is definitely not a word. The remaining dragon kings of the fourth and fifth levels of the seven realms will besiege and kill you. "

"That's true." Lu Jing nodded.

There are not a few practitioners in the world, but there are very few who may step into the seventh realm.

Dafu, who claims to be the overlord of the world, has stepped into the realm of divine fire and innateness, and even if he does not have the shadow of his ancestors, he can be sent to the local area and become a general of the city.

If the ancestors already had noble titles, Shenhuo and Xiantian could inherit the title of Taixuan Jingzhong.

Lu Shenyuan inherited the position of Shen Xiao Bo.

If you can step into the seventh realm... you don't need any background, you can be awarded a title or a general in the army.

Although the dragons in the world are strong, Wufanghai still has to submit to Dafu. Except for Taichong Dragon King, the Sifang Dragon Kings go to Taixuanjing every three years to worship Emperor Chongtian.

And Taichong Longjun is also canonized by Emperor Chongtian, a minister of Dafu!

If the seven realms in the Five Seas were flooded, the Dragon genus would not be so peaceful.

"There are only a few dragons with four or five levels of divine appearance, which is a bit rare."

"Only the old dragon with eight layers of gods is indeed a bit tricky."

Lu Jing thought in his heart.

An Nijing on the side frowned, a little confused about what Lu Jing was thinking.

"Dragon uses this excuse to enter the middle of the river and come straight to Mr. Lu Jing. In fact, it also has its own purpose."

"Under the decree of Emperor Chongtian, if dragons belong to the extreme realm powerhouses of the seventh and sixth heavens and above, they dare not enter the middle of the river before Lutan appears. Jun is furious, and it is reasonable to send an old dragon to come."

"Except for this old dragon, the news of Wufanghai has spread all over the world, offering dragon balls as rewards and treasures as rewards, intending to take Master Lu's life.

Coupled with Mr. Lu's dragon slaying poem, it offended almost all the blood of real dragons in the world.

I want to come to the lakes and seas of the world, there will be a steady stream of dragons coming, wanting to take advantage of Mr. Lu's serious injury to take away the chance of Mr. Lu being alive. "

"Mr. Lu, don't delay any further. I will set off earlier and arrive at Lingao Mountain, so that such a terrible murder will be completely eliminated."

"The old dragon with eight layers of gods..." Lu Jing frowned, stroking the handle of the Hufeng Knife at his waist.

The exhaling wind knife whined softly.

The style of seeking good luck and avoiding evil quietly bloomed with white lights, and the white lights jumped in Lu Jing's mind, conveying messages.

[Six two: No plowing and harvesting, no harvesting, this is beneficial. 】

[The sign of great evil: Follow the Qin Festival in the Hengshan Temple of Qi State, go to Lingao Mountain, ascend to the sky, and receive the inheritance of the immortals.

Benefits: Ascending to the sky, inherited by the owner of the fairy tower, can control the immortal energy, operate the immortal method, match the talent of an adult, can overlook all living beings in the world, and reach the peak faster.

Disadvantages: If you belong to the fairy tower, it is very likely to lead to a catastrophe of killing, and it is not in line with your own strength, the soul will be split, and you will abandon the morality in your heart, and there will be a catastrophe.

Can get...]

[Auspicious Xiang: So far, escaped from the middle of the river, ignore the opportunity of the Lutan Tianmai, when the manpower is exhausted, the Tianmai cannot continue the life of Mr. Guanqi...]

【Fierce Elephant: Don't go to the high mountains, wait safely in the middle of the river, wait for the dragons in the world to come here, and kill them.

Benefit: The unity of knowledge and action, where there is a real dragon, kill the real dragon, achieve dragon slaying silk, and make a further step towards Kunpeng Yuanxing!

Disadvantages: The broken-legged old dragon is tyrannical, and there are so many other dragons that they may be killed.

Obtained: 1,500 life-style vitality, strange object: the spirit of lightning in the world. 】

When the information flowed layer by layer, it flowed into Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Jing didn't think too much about the ominous phenomenon, worshiping the immortal as his teacher, ascending to the fairyland, and obtaining the so-called inheritance of the immortal.

He holds the sword in the library, and is a disciple of Mr. Guanqi. He was born in the insignificant, and he does not want to be someone who looks down on all living beings in the world.

What's more, if Lu Jing had this thought, he would not be able to bear Mr. Fourth's human sword energy and his sword bone at first...

"Escape from the middle of the river?" Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly. This is an auspicious sign, but...the dragons in the world will enter the middle of the river again, and maybe a new place of blood sacrifice will be built. As a human being, he should have been liquidated long ago.

"Besides, Tianmai has a spirit, and opportunities in Lutan often fall on young people.

I am in the middle of the river, and when the deer pond appears, I can also enter the deer pond with the young Tianjiao in the world, get the Tianmai, and prolong my husband's life. "

In the blink of an eye, Lu Jing had already thought a lot.

A few breaths of time passed.

Lu Jing, who had lowered his head in thought, raised his head and looked around the deserted city.

An Nijing was more and more puzzled by Lu Jing's actions, and was about to ask her...

Lu Jing nodded suddenly: "There are too many dead bones buried in this deserted city, I don't know how many people starved to death here, and I don't know how many people were sacrificed here.

Changliu Desolate City is vast, and it can bury ordinary creatures, and naturally it can also bury those so-called real dragons. "

Qi Hanzhang was a little surprised.

"Mr. Lu Jing, the immortal on Lingao Mountain..." An Nijing was still asking.

Lu Jing finally turned his head and looked at the Qin Festival in Hengshan Temple.

"Miss An, Lu Jing still has something important to do, so he won't go to Lingao Mountain."

An Nijing's frown deepened: "Master Lu, the chances of being an immortal are rare, and you have been murdered again.

What chance is there now that is greater than this day, more important than your life? "

Lu Jing's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "The immortals in the sky are too noble compared to the mortal beings in this world.

It can even bring disasters and perish the people of the same way!

Lu Jing didn't dare to go to the sky, because he was afraid that if he went to the sky, he would no longer be a human being. "

Qi Hanzhang's breath froze.

Lian E, the son of the Buddha, clasped his palms together and looked at Lu Jing solemnly, but there seemed to be a little understanding in his eyes, as if he had already guessed Lu Jing's choice.

Only An Nijing was slightly stunned, and the image of the fairy in white attracting the mist of flesh and blood and dyeing a white flower red suddenly appeared in her mind.

But she suddenly thought of the many sacrifices in the Hengshan Temple, and immediately shook her head, angrily said: "Young Master Lu, don't talk nonsense.

All the immortals in the sky have thoughts of compassion, and disasters are just in accordance with the natural time, so how can they be attributed to the immortals?

In the world, there are countless people who worship immortals, and those who worship immortals have my Hengshan Temple.

How unwise is it to attribute the world's disasters to immortals? "

Lu Jing looked at An Nijing seriously: "Not all the disasters in the world are due to the immortals, but... I think the world would be much better if there were no immortals."

An Nijing gasped for air, her eyes were full of anger, and her chest kept rising and falling.

"Lu Jing! Immortals are in the sky, why do they care about ants in the world?

But look at the middle of the river! Disasters abound, the bones of the people are like rivers and mountains, and those who are alive are like dead, but walking corpses.

Could it be that all of this came from immortals? Dafu is the richest and most prosperous country in the world, and the Hezhong Road, which is in the middle of a large area, has such a scene.

Your adults in the Great Fu Dynasty, and my country Qi Yuan..."

"Ni Jing." Qi Hanzhang spoke suddenly, interrupting An Ni Jing.

An Nijing realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, and finally paused.

Lu Jing looked around, as if he was looking for something, but his voice slowly fell into An Nijing's ears.

"The decline of the world and the people's poor livelihood cannot be completely attributed to the immortals, and the adults sitting in the court have their own responsibility.

Adults have their own responsibilities, and those immortals who regard the world as a land of ants can get rid of their responsibilities? "

An Nijing was full of anger, and looked at Lu Jing coldly, but she didn't know how to refute in a hurry.

A few breaths passed.

An Nijing said angrily: "So you want to wait to die in this deserted city?"

"Don't say that you were seriously injured, even if you were never injured, even if you shine another primordial star and step into the second level of shining stars, even if you can stop the old dragon with broken feet, but hundreds of real dragons and flood dragons together Come here, even if it brings up a storm, it can also blow away your physical body.

You don't want to accept the chance of the immortal, do you want to bury your bones here? "

Qi Hanzhang also looked at Lu Jing, not understanding why Lu Jing had to wait to die.

At this time, Lu Jing seemed to have finally found something. He jumped off the dragon's head and came to the corpse of the real dragon named Jiufanglin.

But he saw him lightly flicking his fingers, and the Rain Calling Sword flew out, and a sword energy burst out from the reflection of the beheading platform in the sky.

The sword energy was like a light, piercing into the real dragon's body, and then brought out a huge keel.

That is part of the dragon's spine, which is ten feet long and more than three feet wide.

With a move of Lu Jing's finger, the Rain Calling Sword fell into his hand.

"The wind and clouds gather in the middle of the river, and I am not the only one who does not want to see these long insects causing trouble."

Lu Jing's eyes were indifferent, and he said: "Both, you and I were born human, seeing monsters and dragons are cannibals, and flesh-and-blood civilians never died in the scorching heat and famine, but died in the dragon formation, do you think Lu Jing shouldn't Slay the dragon?"

Qi Hanzhang thought seriously and shook his head.

An Nijing's eyes were quite stubborn, she didn't respond to Lu Jing, but she didn't refute him either.

Only Buddha Lian E seemed to see what Lu Jing was thinking, shook his head and said, "Of course there are many perpetrators who don't want to see dragons, but dragons are tyrannical, and the Taichong Dragon King is one of the most powerful people in the world. There are very few famous sects that are better than Taichong Dragon Lord, even my Landa Temple has to respect Taichong Dragon Lord a little bit.

Mr. Lu Jing, you are the leader of the young people in Taixuanjing, and you have the library as your backing, so you naturally dare to slay the dragon, but the others... Slay one or two weak real dragons, and you will be punished by the strong dragons, what should you do? how? "

Lu Jing came to the dragon bone with his sword, and the light of the sword fluttered across the sky, flattening the dragon.

While carving words on it, he said: "Buddha Lianye, you practice the method of killing the body of the angry-eyed vajra, and you don't hold the precept of killing. Presumably, you shouldn't be afraid of the murderous dragon?"

Master Lianye didn't say a word.

Lu Jing smiled slightly: "You don't dare, there will always be someone who dares, I don't believe that at this time, the arrogance in the river is gathering, and there can't be one or two bloody characters."

"As for relying on...my identity, Lu Jing, is their relying on!"

As Lu Jing spoke, his sword energy flew, and he carved words on the huge keel.

Qi Hanzhang's eyes were fixed, and then he couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth to blow.

A kind of vitality brings a cool breeze and blows away the bone chips on the keel.

But I saw that it was full of dragons and dragons flying down, and the brush and ink gathered together, it was wild and magnificent!

And on top of this, there is a murderous aura that soars to the sky.

"Bury the dragon!"

Qi Hanzhang was breathless looking at these two murderous words.

This young man in front of him changed the name of Changliu City and named this city Burial Dragon City?

Sure enough, Lu Jingyuan's air flow turned, attracting a gust of wind, which rolled up a ten-foot keel and flew out of the deserted city.

Outside the dilapidated city gate, the word Changliu looked very mottled and old, until the keel plaque flew out and covered the word Changliu.

All of a sudden...

The city is full of murderous aura and thunder!

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