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

It was a real dragon transformed into a completely white light.

The scales on the real dragon are white and flawless, exuding a dense aura.

Lu Jing sat cross-legged on top of the white dragon's head without moving. The white dragon took off, and there was a sound of thunder in the sky, as if the thunder was sending Lu Jing off.

A coral tree grew out behind the Dragon King of Xiyun, and the coral tree spread its dead air, and the shadow instantly enveloped the void.

The nine stars in the sky shone, and even turned into a complete star palace.

The next moment, I saw the yellow sand surging between the sky and the earth, and the billowing vitality was roaring and galloping like ten thousand dragons, the murderous intent almost turned into reality, carrying the terrifying dragon chant sound, drawing out the airflow visible to the naked eye, and sweeping towards the white dragon and go.

Here and now, everything is eclipsed.

It seems that only the white dragon and the terrifying supernatural power of the Dragon King of Xiyun are left in the world!

The remaining prestige scattered by the billowing momentum is like a violent wave, sweeping across the wild land!

The vitality all over the sky is full of light, rising slowly and slowly falling down, just like the stars in the sky falling like rain.

But……

When the white dragon under Lu Jing's body swung its tail, it let out a long howl.

In an instant, everything around seemed to be hazy.

Lu Jing vaguely saw a sky ladder manifested in front of him, and he took the initiative in his mind. The white dragon wandered in the void, climbed up the sky ladder, walked along the sky ladder, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It all happened too fast.

Except for the Dragon King of Xiyun, even the great sage of Zhuxing Mountain, Bai Yunmiao, had never seen a real one. In the blink of an eye, the boy who was originally sitting cross-legged under the dead tree had disappeared.

The coral horn on the head of Dragon King Xiyun was still shining, and he stood there frowning.

The turbulent vitality gradually dissipated, and the blood mist in the sky came back again. Where is there any trace of Lu Jing in this world?

Yuan Qishou, Tong Xiuyan, and Landa Buddha had different expressions.

The feminine smile on Tong Xiuyan's face became stiffer.

The silver long spear in Yuan Qishou's hand stabbed out angrily, and the light of the gun shot violently, turning into a black line, in which the energy and blood exploded and fell on the ground with a bang, creating a big crater.

"He also escaped." Yuan Qishou gritted his teeth.

Landa Buddha and the young flag-carrying heavenly king were silent, while Lianye Buddha turned his hands, the precepts Buddha beads reappeared in his hands, and he wore them around his neck, turned and left.

Walking hundreds of steps, stepping out of the cloud and mist engulfed by the Dragon King of West Cloud, he saw Monk Shenxiu coming towards him with a fishing rod in his hand.

"Senior Brother Lian'e." Monk Shenxiu sighed, looked at Lian'e and said, "Look, your commandment beads...something is wrong..."

Lian E was slightly taken aback, then suddenly looked down.

But he found that the commandment beads on his neck had turned into a string of white bones at some point, and the dense white bones exuded a gloomy and cold aura, which made him feel cold all over.

The Buddhist scriptures imprinted on his body were originally glowing red, but at this moment they were dimmed and devoid of Buddha nature.

"Where did my prayer beads go?"

Lianye seemed a little panicked, her body trembled, and she tore off the bones between her neck, and the bones of different sizes were strung together and fell on the ground, colliding with each other, making a crisp sound.

This Landa Buddha groped anxiously, as if he wanted to find the Buddhist jewels of Nalanda Temple.

After more than ten breaths passed, Buddha Landa's body stiffened. He looked down at the bones under his feet, and suddenly raised his head: "Shenxiu! How dare you deceive me with evil words?"

He grabbed Monk Shenxiu with his big hand.

Monk Shenxiu sighed, threw out the fishing rod in his hand, caught the blood-colored clouds in the sky, his monk's robe fluttered, and left with Chenghui in a blink of an eye.

Lianye grasped the air with one hand and was about to catch up, when he saw the bones scattered all over the ground, he just snorted coldly and said, "Buddhas of the Jokhang Temple have a false name."

Lian E cursed to herself, folded her palms together and recited a Buddha's name, then bowed herself down, picked up the bones scattered on the ground, and the beads in his eyes one by one.

Cheng Hui, who was held up by the collar by the monk Shenxiu, was a little puzzled, and asked, "Is that really Brother Lian E's prayer beads?"

Monk Shenxiu shook his head: "Presumably, Brother Lian'e has already thrown the precepts prayer beads away."

"Huh? Throwing away those treasures, but picking up a bunch of white bones to wear around the neck?"

"He thought that the bone was the Buddhist beads, or... the Buddhist beads suppressed the murderous intent in Senior Brother Lian'e's heart, and Senior Brother Lian'e probably felt that he was carrying a mountain of Buddha on his back, but now that he didn't have the Buddhist beads, he felt more at ease.

It's just... the Glaring Vajra he cultivated has probably turned into a monster now. "

Chenghui nodded half-understood, and two or three breaths later, the little monk picked up by the monk Shenxiu suddenly shook his head again.

"Senior brother Lianye has visited the Jokhang Temple a few times, and every time he reads the Tripitaka, he always reads intermittently. The last time he came, he had a conflict with Mr. Lu Jing.

Maybe... Senior brother Lian E threw away the precepts prayer beads long ago. "

——

Lu Jing sat on the head of the white dragon, and after only a moment, he seemed to see a lot of white mist from the void.

There is a scene looming in every cloud of white mist.

Lu Jing squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw the book building Hanmo Academy, Yanglu Street, and the Huaishi Palace of the Thirteenth Prince.

He saw the thirteenth prince Yan Xu was holding a brush, writing the word "violent" stroke by stroke, using exactly Lu Jing's cursive brushwork.

He saw that Mr. Guanqi was sitting on the cultivation tower with his eyes closed, not as gentle as usual, his face was full of tiredness.

He also saw Sheng Zi, Ning Qiang, and Lu Yi go to the Shantang to help.

Many scenes jumped into Lu Jing's mind, until a white air flow fell, and Lu Jing's eyes suddenly froze.

He saw Qingyue.

It's autumn, and the weather is getting colder. Qingyue is looking through her closet, as if she wants to add a new dress.

But suddenly, Qingyue stood there dumbfounded, her gaze fell on the clothes in the closet.

There is a cloud-pattern top, a beautiful blue silk embroidered long skirt, and a soft fur brocade cape.

Qingyue stood there watching for a long time, then stretched out her hand to take out the cloak, and stroked it slowly.

Then came tears.

"Master..." Qingyue murmured to herself.

This scene disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Lu Jing suddenly became excited when he saw this scene.

"With the energy of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, when the mind is moved, a flying dragon will come in the form of a great dragon, and fly to the ladder in an instant. Pity the place where the world keeps energy!"

"Now I just need to think about it, and I can go back to Taixuanjing and Qingyue's side."

Lu Jingyuan's spirit was weak, his qi and blood were withered, and severe pain continued to come from his body.

At this moment, Lu Jing missed Qing Yue even more.

only……

"Since I came to Hezhong Road, I haven't seen Lutan, I haven't seen Tianmai, and I just killed a few worms, how can I go back?"

"There are also the second head of the Huai Gang, the Mangyi Diao Temple in the Qi State, the Buddha of Landa... West Cloud Sea Dragon Palace..."

"I've seen these people clearly, and now that Lutan has an opportunity, it's a good time to liquidate them."

A gentleman retaliates directly!

Lu Jing is familiar with hundreds of classics, but he is not infected with pedantry and rigidity.

If someone wants to kill him, you can't just laugh it off.

"A gentleman walks with a sword, and he must always show the sharpness of the sword, so that thieves dare not approach."

"Besides, the Lutan Tianmai is also related to the teacher's life."

Lu Jing gritted his teeth, seeing that the scene about Qingyue began to dissipate slowly, he suddenly said softly: "Don't cry, live a good life, study medicine hard, and wait for me to come back."

Lu Jing was originally talking to himself.

But when Lu Jing said these words, Qing Yue's body froze suddenly, as if he had heard Lu Jing's words.

She carefully folded these clothes that Lu Jing gave her when they were still at Lu's house on Changning Street, and wiped away the tears on her face.

"Study medicine well so that you can help the young master in the future."

...

Qingyue's figure completely disappeared in the white light.

Lu Jing suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and in the next moment, he saw a familiar figure in blue with a jug in his hand and a long knife at his waist, sitting on a high seat.

It seemed to be a government office hall, in which there were many government servants lying here and there, bleeding all over the floor.

"The devil is the county magistrate, and the little devil is the government office! He is fed on the blood of the people all day long. I don't know if this is intentional or unintentional of King Qi Yuan."

Nan Fengmian frowned, the girl named Yuelun lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders.

Nan Fengmian thought for a while, and stuffed the jug in his hand to Yuelun: "Since you are in grief, don't hold back, just drink some wine and cry."

Yuelun held Nanfengmian's flagon in her hand and remained silent until more than ten breaths passed.

Yue Lun suddenly raised his head, with tears streaming down his face: "Young Master, Yue Lun's family members are all dead! Hurry up and leave, so that Yue Lun won't hurt you."

"Broken me?" Nan Fengmian said with his right hand still on the hilt of Xinggu Daoist's knife, "I came to Qi State to kill people... no, to kill the Qi Yuan King who has turned into a human demon?

If I come to kill the king without fear, how can you implicate me? "

"Don't cry anymore, it's annoying to watch, just follow me and bring me water and laundry!"

"Don't cry! Don't worry about traveling thousands of miles, there will be wind coming!"

...

"Brother is still so chivalrous." Seeing Nan Fengmian, Lu Jing couldn't help but draw a smile on the corner of his mouth, and after the smile, he was a little worried.

"Brother must have killed a lot of people. He hibernated for twelve years. Everyone in the world knows about the matter of beheading Beiqin Shanyin. Bring this girl from Qi country again.

I'm afraid..."

Lu Jing's eyes became more determined.

"We must reflect the Kunpeng primordial star as soon as possible. When we find the Tianmai, maybe we can go to the country of Qi to meet my brother."

A lot of white light emerged from the scene, and Lu Jing saw many old people and old things like a horse on a horse.

He saw Yu Qixiang, Chi Su, and Chen Shangu walking with a woman in white. Yu Qixiang was still smiling and praised him loudly.

"Qixiang also came to Hezhong Road?" Lu Jing was a little surprised.

"It's just that they are still too close to the primordial spirit of the Dragon King of West Cloud, so we can't look for them."

Just as Lu Jing lost his thoughts, another white light emerged.

In that white light, a familiar figure was standing in front of an abyss, looking at the clouds below from a distance.

The figure was graceful and tall, and her long, soft and shiny black hair poured down like a waterfall, draping over her slightly shaved shoulders.

Looking at this figure, Lu Jing looked a little surprised, and there was some joy in his eyes that he had to meet an old friend.

"Ling Gaoshan, the tallest mountain in Hezhong Road, is far away from Changliu City."

"I went to Lingao Mountain, so I didn't believe that the Dragon King of West Cloud could find me."

——

Princess Chong'an stood in front of the high mountain and abyss, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds below.

A mysterious aura loomed in the sea of ​​clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled by the aura turned into ripples.

The runes on Zhenwu Mountain are exuding unique vitality, stirring the mighty power in the sea of ​​clouds.

"Could it be that Lutan is in this sea of ​​clouds?"

Princess Chong'an frowned, thinking carefully.

Just at this time, the star-studded immortal dressed in white and wearing a blood-colored flower on his head suddenly appeared from the blood-colored mist above Lingao Mountain.

"It's a pity."

Immortal Pixing seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be Immortal Dai Yue who was lying in the blood mist.

Princess Chong'an followed the gaze of Immortal Phi Xing, her expression suddenly became a little nervous.

Immortal Dai Yue, who was gathering the mist, nodded slowly, and said: "If it weren't for the destiny, we might be able to find Lu Jing in person and give him a chance.

But I never thought that the Dragon King of West Cloud Sea would come here in person... That talisman is quite interesting, it can instantly attract the Dragon King Yuanshen who is thousands of miles away to come here. "

Princess Chong'an was startled, then straightened up suddenly, and asked: "The two immortals..."

Dai Yuexing raised his head and said with a smile: "You bet us that Lu Jing would not come to Gaoshan, but you won."

Si Wanyu didn't speak yet.

The star-piercing immortal shook his head: "It doesn't count as her winning, if Lu Jing is alive, he can get the chance of the immortal in Xianlou, and he will naturally come to Gaoshan.

But now that he is dead, how can he come to find the opportunity for you and me? "

"Lu Jing... is dead?"

Pi Xing and Dai Yue looked at each other.

Immortal Dai Yue said with a smile: "It should be dead, the Dragon King of the West Cloud Sea came personally..."

Originally frowning tightly, Si Wanyu's brows relaxed when he heard Dai Yuexian's words.

"So... the two immortals are just guessing?"

The star-piercing immortal was puzzled, turned his head and said: "Then Lu Jing has Xianhui, can he still be able to withstand the supernatural power of a dragon king?

The Dragon King came to Hezhong Road to find Lu Jing himself, how could Lu Jing survive? "

Si Wanyu let the storm blow by, but slowly shook his head...

"There are many fallen geniuses in the world, but Lu Jing's life...is hard."

Si Wanyu said: "I have known Lu Jing not long ago, but even in Chong'an Sanzhou, I have heard news of Lu Jing many times.

Li Guanlong and the Seventh Prince Yuxuanlou of Shaozhu Kingdom couldn't kill Lu Jing, but a dragon king...could kill him? "

Pi Xing and Dai Yue have different expressions.

The long sword at Dai Yuexian's waist whined softly, he nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "It's better not to die, just take him to the sky."

The star-piercing immortal looked at the blood mist on the mountain, and said: "Life and death in the human world are never controlled by people. Hundreds of millions of people have died in the middle of the Dafu River. If these people don't die, maybe one or two bright stars will emerge.

But they are still dead, and Lu Jing... will naturally die too. "

"A mortal is a mortal after all. No matter how hard life is, it can't be called longevity, let alone have to die."

When Si Wanyu heard what Immortal Phi Xing said, his expression did not change, but his heart became more and more worried.

She put away the rune in her hand, and was about to walk down Lingao Mountain, to take a look at the place where the dragon power is strong, when in the distance... a white light suddenly appeared.