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

The word "district" illuminates the city full of majesty, and the bright white light fills the Dragon Burial City.

At this time, the sky was getting late, the clouds suddenly appeared, and it was still very hot, but the night had already emerged.

But even so, the dragon burial plaque made of white bones was like a bright light in the night, illuminating the entire withered city of Changliu.

Lu Jing wrote down the word "burying the dragon", and put it on the huge dragon's head again, sitting cross-legged on it.

Following his surge of sword energy, the keel not far away turned into a desk table and came to him.

Lu Jing took out another piece of straw paper, and grabbed the mind-holding pen from the void, his eyes drooping slightly, thinking about something.

"This Lu Jing, do you want to invite someone to help?"

"The crippled old dragon came here, and there were hundreds of other dragons, but the real powerhouses from all sides have not yet come to Hezhong Road because of the order of the sage.

In the middle of such a big river, who would dare to help Lu Jing? The broken-legged old dragon with the eighth level of gods came in person, so what if there were more than a dozen Tianjiao youths? How could he save Lu Jing's life? "

Lianye Fozi looked at Lu Jing coldly.

The string of red beads around his neck was still shining slightly.

"If I take off the Buddha beads, maybe I can help one or two, but those real dragons should be killed, this Lu Jing has the talent of heaven, but he has evil thoughts in his heart, so he should be killed too.

Help the person who deserves to be killed to kill the dragon who deserves to be killed? And why? "

Lian E recited a Buddha's name in her heart and remained silent.

The white Guqin beside An Nijing sensed the white light that bloomed on the plaque of the Dragon Burial City, and several strings blew softly.

The qin priest of the Hengshan Temple turned his head to look at Guqin, and then looked at Lu Jing again, becoming more and more puzzled about what this real genius in front of him, Dafu, was thinking.

Now that you have gained immortal wisdom, you are disrespectful to immortals!

A person who is responsible for killing and calamity, but does not know what fear is, actually wants to change the name of Changliu City to Bury the Dragon, and wants to bury the dragon in this deserted city with a seriously injured body and the realm of the first level of Zhaoxing.

This... is really a fool's dream.

"Not to mention the disabled old dragon that survived the spiritual tide, even if hundreds of dragons come here, it is enough to set off a storm..."

An Nijing was just like the Buddha son Lian E, her mind was full of thoughts.

Only Qi Hanzhang stood there dumbfounded. His thoughts were wandering, and he didn't leave Changliu City and landed on the keel plaque.

The word burying the dragon on it just made Qi Hanzhang silent.

He could clearly perceive that there was no vitality flow on the keel plaque, but from the word "buried dragon", there were all kinds of wonderful and powerful fluctuations flowing out and falling into the entire Changliu City.

In Changliu City, an astonishing killing intent permeated every collapsed brick and stone.

On the bones of those who died in vain, bursts of mysterious power were also condensed, condensing in the void.

Qi Hanzhang...couldn't understand the power in Lu Jing's brush and ink, but he was beyond surprised in his heart.

"It's not a supernatural power, nor is it mixed with vitality, but Lu Jing carved a plaque with sword energy and wrote these two simple words, but it can have such a miraculous effect."

"This is similar to my dragon-walking brushwork, but the magic of my dragon-walking brushwork comes from not only calligraphy, but also from my own supernatural powers and self-cultivation.

It's really... the world is so big, there are no surprises. "

At this moment Qi Hanzhang was sighing in his heart.

Lu Jing, who was sitting on the dragon's head, took the bone as a table, and finally dropped the heart-holding pen in his hand.

On the ordinary straw paper, the heart-holding pen danced, and every word jumped out.

Qi Hanzhang looked up, but saw that there were few blank spaces in the lines of text, but far-reaching, dense, upright, and eloquent!

Every time, it has the charm of cursive script, the paper is full of circles and dances, full of energy inside, but it also implies a monstrous murderous intent.

There are crashing waves and thunder rushing, and Baijun is angry.

However, at this moment, Lu Jing's cursive calligraphy on the straw paper was second best. Qi Hanzhang originally focused on the brush and ink, but when Lu Jing wrote, the words and sentences fell into Qi Hanzhang's spiritual thoughts, and Qi Hanzhang's body suddenly stiffened.

"Lu Jing... want to blame those true dragons?"

Qin Ji An Nijing and Buddha son Lian E also looked at the straw paper.

An Nijing frowned at first, but those words gradually became articles.

For some reason, An Nijing's heart suddenly surged with anger, and she became even more disgusted with the dragon who was a monster.

Under the monk's robe that Lian'e, the son of the Buddha, engraved on his upper body, one after another of the Buddhist scriptures also emitted a faint light.

Those Buddhist scriptures contained some kind of strange power, which made the murderous thoughts in Lian E's heart more intense. When the murderous thoughts boiled in his mind, Lian E suddenly reacted.

"This Lu Jing's article can... arouse the murderous thoughts in my heart, and even awaken the Buddhist scriptures on my body!"

Lian E frowned, watching Lu Jing write the article.

Originally, the pen and ink were black, but as Lu Jing wrote the article word by word, the words on the straw paper turned golden yellow, and even faint streaks of sword energy, streaks of arrogance, and even streaks of thunder were faintly visible, hovering and circulating in it .

An unimaginable power suddenly appeared in it.

Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing stared at Lu Jing, and even Zhao Ye, who was lying beside the real dragon's body in the distance, stood up. They looked at Lu Jing, but they seemed to see Lu Jing's body glowing.

A thin layer of golden light shrouded Lu Jing's body, making Lu Jing look like a young sage at this moment!

"This... this is a letter to slay the dragon!"

Qi Hanzhang muttered to himself.

And Lu Jing's pen and ink took off, and finally wrote a sentence...

[White cranes with pen and ink send each other in the river, and we are fierce heroes from all directions, come to slay the dragon! 】

When the pen fell, the white light in Lu Jing's pen flourished.

Not long ago, the writing that turned into bright green has the fate of God quietly triggered!

All of a sudden, the white light drawn by Lu Jing flew out and condensed in the void.

The white light seemed to have a spirit, turning into white cranes.

Those white cranes...

The bright wings bully the snow, and the wind god sprinkles Gaoqiu!

The cinnabar is used to shine on the sun, and the white jade is used to make Yuming's clothes!

When those white cranes made of white light appeared, their flawless feathers danced like white clouds, and the cranes sang in Jiugao, and their voices were heard in the Dragon Burial City.

They vibrated their wings and stirred up wind and waves, making An Nijing's curly hair fly up, and also made the white guqin next to An Nijing burst into waves of undulating strings.

Qi Hanzhang is even more so.

"Words give birth to spirit...Although it is not as good as the book sage's pen and ink, and the pen to break the world, but...there is its own mystery here, and it is better than my fast-paced brushwork!"

The high crown on Qi Hanzhang's head fluttered slightly, he lowered his head, unwilling to look at the white cranes in the sky, because each white crane brought a thunderbolt, which struck his proud heart, making him a little dazed.

At this time, Lu Jing picked up the straw paper on the keel table and lightly tossed it.

On the straw paper, the light suddenly burst into flames.

That light turned into hundreds of bright white lights, flew towards and left, and imprinted on the feathers of each white crane.

As a result, on every white crane with a hundred feathers, there is actually a line of writing here.

"Go."

Lu Jing whispered softly, and was shocked for a moment, his delicate wings flying like snow.

The blood-colored mist in the sky was blown away by the wind and waves blown by the white crane's wings.

Showing the sunset in the distance.

The white crane soars, the sound is beyond the sunset.

Lu Jing raised his head to see them off, and the Heart-Holding Pen was suspended beside him. The Rain Calling Sword and Wind Exhaling Knife on his waist seemed to be shaken, bringing wind and rain into Dragon City.

All of a sudden, in the city of Burial Dragon, where all the souls died, there was a misty drizzle and a gentle breeze.

"It doesn't make much sense to bury Dragon City in this wind and rain."

Lu Jing sat on the huge dragon's head, looked around, but saw only the collapsed ruins, flying dust, and dead trees that had long since dried up.

More...but white bones.

"Wind-calling knife and rain-calling sword bring wind and rain, but they can only fall in this deserted city. If they fall in the middle of the vast river, the so-called rules of the sky will punish them with spring thunder.

However, there are strong dragons killing weak people, but the rules of the sky turn a blind eye, and even... According to the Qin Festival of the Hengshan Temple, all life in the middle of the river died, and the blood mist filled the sky. Collecting these blood mist..."

"Does the so-called disaster come from nature, or from these immortals?"

Lu Jing watched Bai He go away.

An Nijing stared blankly at Lu Jing, and after a long time, she suddenly said to Qi Hanzhang beside her: "The dragon is evil, and Mr. Lu's essay contains all the evils of the dragon, maybe... we should too."

Qi Hanzhang originally lowered his head, unwilling to look at those white cranes flying with fluttering wings.

When he heard An Nijing's words, he still didn't blink, just shook his head and said: "Ni Jing, you and I are from Qi after all."

"The mountain ghost Gaoli, Jian Qiushui of Jixia Jiange, and even the Seven Star Sword Seat all died in the hands of Nan Fengmian.

Without Lu Jing's intervention, even if Nan Fengmian had realized the soul of the sword, he might not be able to calmly kill the Seven Star Sword Seat.

In addition, the ancient prince... If you and I help Lu Jing slay the dragon today, even if you are the Qin Festival of the Hengshan Temple, even if my Qi family has an extraordinary status in the Qi country, we will not be able to escape the guilt. "

There seemed to be regret in Qi Hanzhang's eyes, he looked into his hand, and there was an extra pen in his hand.

This pen has been with him since he was a teenager. I don't know how many words he has written and how many magical powers he has used.

"Man is born with chains.

If I am alone, afraid of the power of the dragon in the world, and see the dragon doing evil, I will not dare to kill the dragon.

I have the Qi family behind me, and I am afraid of implicating the family, so I also dare not kill evil and evil.

This Mr. Lu Jing from the library can do it, he has the ambition to be fearless in his heart. "

An Nijing seemed to have forgotten the reason why she came to look for Lu Jing, and when she heard Qi Hanzhang's words, she could only restrain the disappointment in her eyes and nodded slowly.

The two minds flowed and communicated with each other.

The white crane flew farther and farther away, but disappeared.

Qi Hanzhang finally dared to raise his head, he smiled at An Nijing, and said, "I don't dare to intervene in this matter, but it doesn't hurt to stand far away and see what will happen in the Dragon Burial City soon.

I also want to see if among the many geniuses in Hezhong Dao, there are those who, as Mr. Lu Jing said, are passionate and do not want to see evildoers! "

An Nijing suddenly remembered the words Lian E Buddha said before.

"Buddha, now that the real dragon is coming here, you...don't kill these people who deserve to be killed?"

Lian E uttered the Buddha's name, his face remained unchanged, and he did not answer directly, but said: "I will wait and wait here to see if this dragon burial city will become a place for dragon burials, or it will become... Lu Jingburied place of bones."

An Nijing seemed to have realized something, and secretly said in her heart: "Buddhist Lian'e ranks the lowest among the seven Buddhist disciples of Landa Temple.

It turned out...he had never had the true intention of killing King Kong with glaring eyes, and there were other desires mixed with the killing evil in his heart.

It's just that he is in it, but he doesn't know it. "

The white crane soars, and the self-burial dragon city flies everywhere.

At this moment, in the middle of the river, there are countless geniuses.

Some come from famous sects, such as Daleiyin Temple, Jixia Jiange of Qi State, Wuwangzong, Zhujianfu, Jokhang Temple, Pingping Township, Xiedaozong...

Some are from Dafu, some are from Qi, Nanzhao, Donghe, and the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions...

Among the world's proud, there are not a few people who come to this river.

They walked in the middle of the river, looking for the location of the deer pond.

Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai walked together.

The young heavenly king of Pingping Township still carries the banner on his shoulders and walks among the people fleeing famine.

In the Daleiyin Temple, there was a long issuer who carried the Avalokitesvara on his back and stood on the top of the mountain, being worshiped by the victims below.

Monk Shenxiu of the Jokhang Temple was frowning, looking at the bare mountains, muttering...

"How can I do without meat?"

The little novice beside him also gritted his teeth, hungry.

Chisu and Chen Shangu saw the white crane in the sky and were puzzled.

The white snake on Candle Star Mountain was moved by Yu Qixiang, and wanted to find Lu Jing, to see what kind of person this Dafu Baiyi was who could be praised by Baili Qingfeng, the patriarch of Daozong.

Yu Qixiang and that Bai Yunmiao rode a Jiaolong and wandered in the clouds and mist.

But seeing a white crane flying in the distance, the white snake was a little surprised, not seeing that the white crane contained vitality, but came flying with white light among the clouds.

On the contrary, it was Yu Qixiang who saw the writing on the white crane's wings where his eyes fell, and suddenly a gleam of joy flashed across.

"Huh?"

"That's... Mr. Lu Jing's words!"

Yu Qixiang exclaimed.

On the ground below the clouds and mists, the victims of disasters marched in groups.

In front of a child covered in rags, a white crane descends.

The white crane glowed with white light, like a crane, so that the hungry victims did not dare to approach.

The child who was covered in rags and had lost much energy slowly approached the white crane.

When he saw the writing on the white crane's feathers, mist appeared in his eyes, and the sound of reciting faintly came from his ears.

So, this immature child recited along with that voice...

Hundreds of white cranes are all over the middle of the river.

The juvenile's immature recitation sound seemed to be transmitted to every white crane by some kind of power.

White cranes flew by, and the sound of reciting proclamations was heard all along the middle of the river!

[Since ancient times, all creatures and creatures have come to rule the world. Among them, there are some people who lived in Lushan and founded the country, and some demons went to Qingpinghai to build islands. The dragons in the world bowed their heads under the kings, and worshiped the heavenly sages to worship them. I have never heard of dragons. Taixuan, who lives in the center, prestiges the world.

Of course!

Since the Northern Qin Dynasty, the flames have been burning all over the world, and the great sun of the Northern Qin Dynasty has shone majesticly on the sky. The dragons are proud of their majesty, relying on their strength, relying on the bells of the heavens and the earth, and domineering. Wei, conscious that the dragon is above the world, and regards thousands of creatures as grass and ants, causing countless creatures to become bones and disappear under the dragon formation!

Killing souls to nourish themselves?

Under the great power, the majesty of the sages, the virtues of heaven and earth, and the knowledge of a hundred generations, there is still no awe, no different from livestock!

Lu Jing, who was born in Taixuan, won the first prize in the palace examination, and was recommended by the public. He was kissed by the sage, enforced the law with thunder, and enforced the law for Dafu in white!

When Lu Jing entered the river, he saw that the monster dragon was domineering with its strength, devouring blood and eating meat. It had no intention of revering the sage and sheltering all living beings. Instead, it was a great harm to the living beings. There are seven out of twenty real dragons, all of which are animals, tigers and leopards. In the journey of the great road, Gaitian has justice. Since Lu Jing enforces the law of thunder, he has the responsibility to return justice to the dead.

However, the dragon kills the living beings without realizing that it is evil, but it uses the death of the dragon to go to war, trying to enter the river with the help of an old dragon and hundreds of dragons, and do arbitrarily domineering actions to restore the formation of dragons!

Lu Jingde is thin and capable, and he is based on the two characters of kindness and responsibility.

There is the sun and the moon above, and the monarch and the people below. There is clearly the water of the mighty river, and the souls of the martyrs. Today, Lu Jing changed the name of the long willow to Bury the Dragon, and invited the people of the world to practice, kill the demon dragon, and walk in the sky. Responsibility to recycle and save souls!

There are pens and ink white cranes send each other in the river, we are fearless and fierce heroes from all over the world, come to kill the dragon! 】

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