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

"Old dragon, are you here to die?"

Lu Jing's voice was like thunder, exploding around the world.

In the Dragon Burial City, the sound waves turned into ripples and scattered in all directions, swirling heavy clouds and mist.

The disabled old dragon fell into the Dragon Burial City tens of miles ahead of hundreds of dragons.

Lu Jing's cheeks turned red from drinking, but he dared to ride a horse and scold the real dragon!

There was no fear in his clear voice, and the wind-breathing knife and rain-calling sword on his waist were constantly vibrating, showing a murderous aura.

The disabled old dragon had just come through the clouds and fog when he heard Lu Jing yelling angrily, and waves of dragon power instantly permeated the Dragon Burial City.

The sea-like air waves rushed in, and an ancient god appeared behind the disabled old dragon. The gods were heavy and radiant, making the blood around him even more surging.

Outside of the Dragon Burial City, seven hundred dragons came overwhelmingly, and the clouds and mists in the distance covered the sky and the sun, and real dragons and flood dragons were entrenched in the clouds and mists, which was incomparably terrifying.

"Lu Jing dares to reflect on the dragon-slaying platform, because he is the enemy of the world's dragons, kill!"

There was the sound of dragon chant, and the mighty dragon's majesty brought forth a surge of madness. For a moment, supernatural powers, energy and blood enveloped the hundreds of miles of Burial Dragon City.

This scene is too amazing.

Even Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing, who were born in a famous family, had never seen such a terrifying scene, and even the Buddhist scriptures on Lianye's body trembled slightly.

"Such a huge momentum is really unimaginable." Qi Hanzhang frowned, and through the billowing smoke, he saw the ground cracking, vitality surging, and magical powers being activated, and there were another strips that were as short as ten feet and as long as several The ten-foot-long dragon soared in the sky and headed straight for the Dragon Burial City.

"This Lu Jing's courage is too strong. Hundreds of dragons want to kill him, and there is an old dragon with eight layers of gods who has also entered the Dragon Burial City at this moment, but he still dares to speak out?"

Thoughts flashed in An Nijing's mind, but she felt a pity in her heart.

"Obviously life is ahead, just go to Lingao Mountain to pay respects to the two Fallen Immortals to avoid this catastrophe. Fortunately, this Lu Jing will be devoured by these seven hundred dragons..."

An Nijing's voice did not fall.

Lu Jing raised his eyes and scolded Zhenlong, throwing the flagon in his hand casually.

The disabled old dragon had just hovered outside the Dragon Burial City, but in a moment, Lu Jing flipped his hands, and there was an extra Dragon Bow in his hand!

The broken-legged old dragon's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't talk nonsense, his dragon power was shining, and when the mysterious kung fu exploded, a dragon's feet fell straight into the void, coming down like his indifferent gaze.

Rumble!

The void exploded, and the ferocious air wave was so powerful that the ruined masonry of Changliu City turned into smoke and dust in an instant, dissipating in the air.

This is a boxing method!

Coupled with the bursting fist and the body of a real dragon that could smash mountains, the violent pressure pressed directly on Lu Jing.

The sky became hazy, as if the world was covered by the foot of this disabled old dragon.

It is also full of rich martial arts spirit, which is infinitely fierce and powerful, as if it wants to swallow the void.

"Swallowing spirit!"

Terrible and incomparable power pervades nothingness, even if separated by an extremely long distance, practitioners can clearly feel... the crippled old dragon's energy and blood erupted, his profound kung fu was running, and his martial arts spirit was surging.

"Old dragon with eight layers of gods!"

"It's almost the end of its lifespan, yet it's still so tyrannical!"

Qi Hanzhang's heart was shaken, but he didn't know how to describe the scene of Burial Dragon City in words.

"Don't say that there are hundreds of dragons behind the old dragon. How can Lu Jing compete with this old dragon with disabled feet?"

Lianye Buddha was about to say the Buddha's name and send Lu Jing to die with scriptures.

But I saw a golden light flashing suddenly in the Dragon Burial City, which was covered by strong energy and blood.

The golden light rushed into the formation, shattering the vast blood in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was circling with their minds, but they saw that where the golden light came from, Lu Jing was standing on the dragon's head, and he had already pulled away the second-grade heavy craftsman's famous weapon, the Falling Dragon Bow!

On the Falling Dragon Bow, there are multiple dragon souls roaring, and it seems that all of them are the unjust souls of the Dragon genus who died under the Falling Dragon Bow.

Lu Jing saw that Xuan Gong was about to fall, and the martial arts spirit that swallowed the sky almost swept him away, but his eyes were still drunk and hazy.

In a hazy state of drunkenness, the Luolongbow almost turned into a full moon, and the Luolongbow was pulled away by a layer of innate blood...

"That's... the Seven Star Sword!"

From a very far distance, the pupils of An Nijing, who was staring at Dragon Burial City with her spiritual thoughts, suddenly shrank.

Because she clearly saw that when Lu Jing bent his bow and set his arrow, it was not an arrow made of vitality, but the second-grade seven-star sword.

The second-grade falling dragon bow!

Qi Guojixia Jiange heavy weapon, the second-grade seven-star sword!

The two treasures bloomed with unique brilliance in Lu Jing's hands, and there was a sound of dragon chant from the falling dragon bow, and the heavy blood fell on the seven-star sword, dazzling and bright.

"What is on the seven-star sword?"

An Nijing was puzzled.

The seven-star sword never recognizes Lu Jing as its master, and the second-grade sword has its own spirit!

Holding the sword, Lu Jing couldn't exert the power of the Seven Star Sword at all. Because of this, the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang shot a strange gemstone on the Seven Star Sword that had not been blessed with vitality with the Falling Dragon Bow.

But at this moment, the sword is clamoring, as if on the sword, all kinds of strange powers are blooming!

Guanghan Seal!

Borrow yuan from the sky!

The clouds and mist in the sky seemed to be pushed away by the gods, and the strong and turbulent vitality like a waterfall was blessed on the seven-star sword.

And this kind, but for a moment!

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The full moon of the Falling Dragon Bow turned into a waning moon, and the seven-star sword on the Falling Dragon Bow also turned into an extreme shadow, leaving in an instant!

The full moon is coming!

Tianyuan enters the sword end!

The incomparably mysterious Xuangong Guanghan seal, borrowing yuan from the sky, is blessed on the seven-star sword.

The dragon-slaying warrior's fate was also triggered at this moment, and the dragon-slaying platform in the sky scattered faint lights and fell on Lu Jing.

In an instant, the seven-star sword exploded!

Draw a bright sword light.

Where the sword light passed, a terrifying gully formed on the ground, and there was also the sound of the sword light flickering!

The disabled-legged old dragon was originally overlooking indifferently, but the dragon's feet were running profound arts, intending to crush Lu Jing in the blink of an eye, and then devour him, so as to prolong his life.

But when the seven-star sword shot at this moment, carrying the power as if a giant mountain thousands of feet suddenly fell, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the disabled old dragon.

"This Lu Jing cut off the blood beads of the dragon pan array, dragged his body seriously injured, and killed the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang...

This is only more than a month, and less than two months, his injury is easy to recover? "

Thoughts flashed by.

But his dragon foot was unavoidable, colliding with the seven-star sword.

clang!

The seven-star sword is inherently hard, but it is a second-grade sword.

At this moment, the seven-star sword was shot out by the falling dragon bow, mixed with Lu Jing's sword energy, and there were two profound arts, Guanghanyin and Xiangtian Borrowing Yuan here, bringing light all over the sky and illuminating the dim sky.

"This is... the first big gift!"

Lu Jing's thoughts moved slightly.

But seeing the broken-legged old dragon collide with the seven-star sword, two colors rippled in the sky, as if the sky and the earth were divided into two.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling white light bloomed, and then there was a bang.

The white light dissipated again in an instant, and the Seven Star Sword flew out, falling into a ruin.

The same thing happened to the disabled old dragon... The billowing air seemed to be boiling, and the vitality in the sky was ignited. When Qi Hanzhang and others looked up, it seemed that the sky was on fire.

And from the fire, the disabled old dragon poked his head out, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Lu Jing, you were never injured!"

The sound of the dragon's chant is breathtaking, and ordinary monks are afraid that their livers and gallbladders have been torn apart.

But Lu Jing had already pulled out the Wind Hurting Saber, and the Rain Calling Sword came out of the air, turning into a stream of light.

In a dry river.

Eight hundred Xuanbing warriors sat on their horses, breathing calmly and coldly.

Yuan Qishou, the second head of the Huai Gang, had a soft complexion, and there was a look of interest in his eyes.

"This Lu Jing has been injured many times, but he can recover very quickly. There must be a secret."

"But so what if you haven't been injured, the seven hundred dragons in the world here can crush you to death even with a frenzy of energy and blood!"

Yuan Qishou couldn't help but think of Shaozhu Kingdom and the Seventh Prince: "Shaozhu Kingdom and the Seventh Prince are too worried, who can bear such a terrifying dragon power?

Even if Lu Jing reflects on the dragon-slaying platform, it doesn't mean that he can kill all the dragons in the world and be invincible among the dragons in the world! "

Yuan Qishou's thoughts surged.

The disabled old dragon's face was gloomy, and his wanton killing intent almost devoured the entire Dragon Burial City.

And behind him, hundreds of dragons are approaching.

At this moment, Yuan Qishou, An Nijing, Qi Hanzhang and others who were watching this astonishing scene from a distance raised their heads instantly.

But see the sky!

It's like falling stars, bringing blood all over the sky.

The vast space filled with blood, friction with the void ignited a raging fire.

boom!

There was a dull and loud noise, followed by smoke and dust scattered in all directions.

The scattered smoke and dust also ignited a raging fire, and the raging fire was like a high wall, isolating this world.

"A walker from the Great Leiyin Temple?"

Buddha Zi Lianye, who put his palms together, frowned.

But he saw a young man wearing coarse clothes and a raging fire ignited slowly out of the smoke and dust, even with long hair.

The man had a resolute face, and there was a Guanyin mark on his forehead.

He stood in front of the Dragon Burial City, his back was not considered tall, but he could blend in with the blazing fire.

The chief issuer of Daleiyin Temple changed into ordinary clothes, put down the Guanyin statue he was carrying, and came to bury Dragon City with burning fire on his body!

"The dragons in the world are cannibals, no!"

The long issuer's eyes are burning, and behind him is a floating figure, which is a Guanyin.

The Avalokitesvara statue is shining brightly, bringing out the blood of the sky.

"Benefactor Lu Jing slays the dragon by the original Xia River, and gives justice to the dead. Don't die here!"

There was another voice, someone sat on a higher place above the dragons, set up a fishing rod, and the silk thread fell down, and even caught a dragon.

Flood dragon blood mist filled the air.

Monk Shenxiu flicked the fishing rod indifferently, and the dragon fell into the dust at this moment.

Beside him, Chenghui looked in horror at the group of dragons flying entangled in the sea of ​​clouds below, but Monk Shenxiu turned his head and chuckled at him.

"Don't be afraid, those who cause trouble in the world, even if they are tyrannical with the dragon attribute, don't be afraid."

Monk Shenxiu and practitioners from Daleiyin Temple came here.

A burst of blood burst out from the mouth of the disabled old dragon, and when the huge dragon body hit it, there were hundreds of changes in an instant, as if it flew over the entire Dragon Burial City.

Lu Jing stood with the knife in his hand, and the three innate blood in his body poured into the wind-breathing knife crazily.

Open the road to Shu!

Bringing the Spring Thunder Saber Intent, the Congenital Qi and Blood have strands of innate spirit condensed, Martial Dao Sun, Qi and Blood Kung Fu, pouring into the Exhaling Wind Saber.

The wind and rain that were originally scattered in the Dragon Burial City also turned into supernatural powers in an instant, and each wisp of wind and rain fell straight down like the intent of a knife and sword energy.

The spring thunder of sword intent resounded through the heaven and earth, as if it could go straight up to nine heavens.

And the Rain Calling Sword turned into a beam of sword light, carrying Lu Jing and flying away.

The gentleman is furious!

Dou Xingguan's order!

Starting from the two fates, the hazy body of the dragon in Lu Jing's eyes is undoubtedly revealed.

All kinds of qi and blood flow paths, places where Xuangong kills one after another, and even the broken foot of the broken old dragon, all clearly fall into his eyes.

Under the dragon-slaying platform, Lu Jing's Spring Thunder Saber will bloom in an instant.

The Rain Calling Sword under his feet also flew away, setting up a group of peaks.

The sword aura rises from Bishan Mountain, and eighty-one peaks rise up, and finally turns into a sword aura.

There are eighty-one changes in the sword energy, and in each change, there is a big sun floating in the sky.

The sword is high-spirited, and the sword intent is flickering!

The sky was shining with golden light, and the star Gou Chen rolled up the thunder in the sky, and it fell straight down.

break out!

Vitality explodes! Blood burst! Supernatural powers explode! Xuan Gong exploded!

All Lu Jing's gains exploded at this moment.

The mammoth body of the crippled old dragon slammed into him violently carrying the energy, blood and martial arts spirit.

A burst of sparks splashed, and when the energy and blood collapsed, Lu Jing retreated hundreds of feet in an instant.

But outside the city, the traveler lit a fire while Shenxiu was fishing for a real dragon.

Two more sword qi diffused.

The seven-foot jade tool turned into wind and rain, and the sword energy was like silk, locking a real dragon.

Nanheyu ignited the divine fire again, and the feathered sword heart was urged to the extreme, and wisps of sword light also appeared at this moment.

"Mr. Lu Jing."

Nan Heyu didn't dare to go to Burial Dragon City.

Luo Shubai's seven-foot jade tool circulated up and down, dividing the hundreds of dragons.

"Four juniors are here, court death!"

There was a real dragon roaring.

Just like what the real dragon said.

Even though Monk Shenxiu, Long Publisher, Luo Shubai, and Nan Heyu are all the arrogance of the world, but they... are too young after all.

When the dragon tide surges, they will be overwhelmed by the reacting dragons.

It was also at this time that a ray of evil energy that soared into the sky turned into a saber intent and permeated, falling down suddenly.

Xu Xingzhi came forward with a knife in his hand, but there was a shirtless young man beside him.

That's... Prime Minister Nan Zhao crossing the river.

Xiang Guohe is a guest minister of Duke Chu's mansion, who should have opposed Lu Jing, but in the middle of the river, he actually walked with Xu Xingzhi and came to Bury Dragon City together...

Slay the evil dragon!

Among the seven hundred dragons, there are as many as five in the fourth and fifth levels of the seven realms. The real dragon rolls the dragon's body, and the clouds and magical powers suddenly appear.

"Lu Jing's proclamation has attracted so many arrogance?" An Nijing muttered to herself.

"No...it's not just these top talents!" Qi Hanzhang looked further away.

When the six Tianjiao appeared, a heavy hammer fell from the sky, and immediately after that, a ten-foot-long white ape charged with a hammer in one hand and a knife in the other, crashing into the hundreds of miles away from the Dragon Burial City.

When he bumped into each other, the turbulent monster energy spread out, and it also had the spirit of the other six strong men.

The coercion of the seven hundred dragons surrounding the world that originally enveloped the world also created a gap at this moment.

In an instant, those knights who had been walking a hundred miles away from the Dragon Burial City and came to slay the dragon, but were unable to move forward due to the coercion of the seven hundred dragon attributes, suddenly drew their swords and swords!

In an instant, more than thirty sword qi, saber intent, and fist intent stretched out brilliantly.

Supernatural powers swept across, huge stones fell from the sky, strong winds blew up, and supernatural powers dharma body held the dragon.

Xuan Gong Qi and blood erupted, and dragon blood fell from Jiaolong's body.

In the distance, Mingguang Heavenly King of Pingping Township carried the banner but didn't make a move, just looked at the Dragon Burial City.

Qi State Mangyi Diaosi frowned, looking at the back of Kaiyang Sword Seat.

"Although Lu Jing has enmity with Jixia Jiange, he shouldn't die at the hands of these reptiles!"

Kaiyang Sword Seat drew his sword, the sword energy was like a rainbow, illuminating Kaiyangxin in the sky, the starlight fell straight down, but he seemed to turn into starlight and charged into the dragon.

"It's really... a pedantic person."

Mangyi Diaosi shook his head slightly, he turned his head, and vaguely saw eight hundred Xuanbing armored soldiers, and saw Yuan Qishou riding a horse.

"Huai Gang..." Mangyi Diaosi murmured to himself, with a smile on his lips...

...

"Mr. Lu Jing, I can't wait for dozens of people, how can I cut off the seven hundred dragons?"

The white ape laughed loudly, his eyes were full of light, and the laughter was incomparably carefree, and he smashed the two flood dragons with a heavy hammer casually.

The sword air flowed on Lu Jing's body, and a divine thought resounded through the void.

"Everyone, stop the seven hundred dragons for a moment, and when I kill this disabled old dragon, the remaining seven hundred dragons will all be dragons waiting to be killed on the Dragon Slaying Stage!"

Lu Jing was still drunk, and with the snap of his fingers, awe-inspiring aura filled the void.

A streak of golden thunder entangled in the air, turning into a poem!

"Born out of nowhere, Mang Kunlun, read all the spring scenery in the world!"

"Flying three million sword qi, it made Zhou Tian cold!"

...

"Old Dragon, this is... the second great gift!"

"You want to kill me in a moment?" The broken-legged old dragon's aura withered, but the old aura was full of unrivaled courage.

In the distance, the seven-star sword was inserted horizontally in a ruin, the light of the second-grade sword had dimmed, and only one of the six gemstones remained on the sword, which showed how strong the old dragon's body was.

He rushed towards him suddenly, and the awe-inspiring aura blooming from Lu Jing's poems and words was born out of the golden light.

Just like a Kunlun mountain, Lu Jing stood on the peak of the mountain, with the Rain Calling Sword shining light behind him, flying three million sword auras!

The golden law and thunder, the light-supporting sword energy, and the awe-inspiring energy were all condensed by Lu Jing's pen with the divine fate, and turned into heavenly characters.

"Summer dissolves, rivers overflow, people may turn into fish and turtles, who has ever commented on the merits and crimes of thousands of years?"

"Now for my Kunlun, don't want to be so tall, don't want to be so snowy, Ande Yitian draws a sword and cuts you into three pieces!

One piece was left behind, one piece was buried in the ground, and the other piece was returned to the world!

In a peaceful world, the sky is the same cool and hot! "

The golden light breaks through the clouds and mists, the plains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

Lu Jing stood under the blood, and the raging aura flowed in his light sword.

The pen is written with divine destiny, every word seems to be full of blood and tears, and it seems that it can turn the world upside down.

The dragons dance wildly outside the Dragon Burial City!

Many dragons sensed the horror of Lu Jing's sword energy, and while the dragon body was twisting, they wanted to break through the sky and rush into the dragon burial city.

The wind and rain sword energy filled the void, Qian Xiushui sword transformed into three hundred, and the seven-foot jade tool burst out with jade-colored sword light.

The stars in the sky are lingering, and the gods on the ground are boiling.

Everyone saw Lu Jing's poem.

Three million sword qi flew up, making Zhou Tian cold!

Ande Yitian draws the sword and cuts you into three pieces!

Bai Yuan's heart was boiling, and Monk Shenxiu was fiddling with the fishing rod, the Kaiyang Sword Seat's sword energy froze for a moment, and then burst out with even more blazing sword light.

Xu Xingzhi's evil knife rang out, as if being suppressed by the righteousness, but then, Xu Xingzhi put the knife back into its sheath, smashing a dragon's head with a pair of iron fists!

At this moment, dozens of strong men who came to slay the dragon were either running on the ground or wandering in the sky.

They headed towards the Dragon Burial City, and stopped the seven hundred dragons ten miles away from the Dragon Burial City!

The dragon roared, wanting to fly into Dragon Burial City.

Just because there are dozens of strong people, as Lu Jing said, the time for dragons to fly into Dragon Burial City is just a moment longer!

Lu Jing's sword aura has reached an extreme level, brilliant sword light flew up, and countless sword auras permeated the sky, condensing into Dongjun's great sun, illuminating all directions.

And behind the disabled old dragon, the eight layers of gods are shining brightly, and the eight completely different martial arts spirits permeate it, rolling the blood and blood, and setting up a beacon of blood and blood.

"You want to kill me with your sword energy?"

"I just need to avoid this sword qi. The so-called slaying the real dragon where there is a real dragon, the so-called dragon slaying mantra, and the so-called three million flying sword qi are all just jokes!"

The broken-legged old dragon's eyes were calm, and the arrogance in the sky bloomed, and he knew that Lu Jing at this moment was not just a swordsman, nor just a monk.

There is an aura of grandeur brewing on his body... This is the atmosphere of great Confucianism!

Great Confucian poetry, echoing the heaven and the earth, coupled with the dragon-slaying platform, coupled with Lu Jing's light-supporting sword spirit, even the disabled old dragon would not want to collide head-on.

Just when the old dragon with disabled feet ascended and took off, he wanted to fly out of the Dragon Burial City and into the clouds to avoid the sword energy.

But Lu Jing saw another sword qi flying out, mixed with wisps of divine thoughts.

"The third great gift...Kunpeng!"

Lu Jing pointed to the void, and a piece of straw paper suddenly appeared. On the straw paper was a... mythical beast!

The phantom of the straw paper suddenly appeared, and then disappeared in an instant.

Immediately after, strands of golden light condensed, and the stars in the sky also descended with thunder light. Lu Jing used the law of golden light, the sky thunder light, coupled with the awe-inspiring spirit of his writing...

Draw a mythical beast!

The divine beast came out through the clouds, with a length of hundreds of feet, spreading its wings, covering the sky and the sun, like a roc.

The roc bird flies into the clouds, turns into a kun in an instant, and swims in the clouds.

"What is this?"

The violent coercion pressed on the disabled old dragon.

In just a moment, the blood in the disabled old dragon's body seemed to condense, and his body felt chills.

He turned his head with difficulty, and saw a Kunpeng swimming through the clouds and swallowing it, and the disabled old dragon was immediately enveloped in darkness.

"Phenomena from pen and ink?"

Qi Hanzhang, who was in the distance, looked at this scene, tightly holding the walking brush in his hand: "No, that divine beast is not just a vision? It seems to have a spirit and spirit, and it came back from the painting!"

Just as he said, the Kunpeng's phantom was glowing with thunder, resembling the color of ink, but it burst out with an unimaginable aura, trapping the crippled old dragon.

The disabled old dragon continued to struggle, but found that in the darkness, twenty-eight dragon balls could be faintly seen shining with blood-colored brilliance.

Click!

The strength of the crippled old dragon was so great that the blood-colored brilliance on the twenty-eight dragon balls became dim after a bit of struggle, and they were even about to shatter.

The phantom of Kunpeng became more and more blurred.

The disabled old dragon was overjoyed: "If you want to trap me...it's absolutely impossible..."

His thoughts were still there.

Where Kunpeng's phantom was blurred, a ray of light came through.

In that light, countless sword qi could be faintly seen spreading in all directions.

Lu Jing was standing in the sword energy, the Hufeng Knife had already been sheathed, and the Rain Calling Sword was raised high, looking coldly at the disabled old dragon.

The broken-legged old dragon felt a chill in his heart.

Many strong men watched this scene in horror.

Even people like Lianye Buddha, Yuan Qishou, Mangyi Diaosi, etc. who are not paying back their kindness, feel like a wave of shock in their hearts at this moment!

"These three great gifts will be able to kill the disabled old dragon?"

Just like what Lu Jing said... At this time, in just a moment, one of the 700 dragons has a tyrannical cultivation base, and has already broken through the obstruction of the more than 30 strong men, and rushed into the Dragon Burial City.

If there is a few more breaths of time, the ending may change.

But at this moment, the drunkenness in Lu Jing's eyes has become slightly sober...

"Severing the seven hundred dragons here will not only sacrifice the souls, but also become my way!"

The disabled old dragon wanted to say something else.

But when the sword energy fell like Kunlun, the brilliant sword energy swept over and turned into a thunder, a noble energy, and a sword light!

Gou Chen Yingzhao, there is a flicker of divine destiny in writing, and the light of the sword is pouring down.

Dragon blood spilled.

The old dragon with disabled feet was cut into three pieces, and he died with regret!

Only for a moment!

The Dragon Lord in the middle of the Taichong Sea suddenly opened his eyes, and the old dragon on Luolong Island exhaled a foul breath, settled down and turned into smoke.

"Kunpeng primordial star!"

The old dragon on Luolong Island exhaled foul air, inhaled thunder, and then slowly opened his eyes.

But he saw his eyes, one like the sun and the other like the moon.

And buried outside Dragon City.

The white ape laughed even more earth-shatteringly when he saw the disabled old dragon being cut into three pieces and landed in the Dragon Burial City.

"As expected of Mr. Lu Jing, whom Yuan Zhushan always praised, what a pleasure!"

"Bury the dragon! Bury the dragon!"

"This name... is not in vain!"