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

Mr. Guanqi, who has become much younger than before, was walking on the road to Hanmo Academy when he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

There are no stars in the sky tonight.

But it is faintly visible, and the distant place is shining brightly.

Mr. Guanqi turned his head and thought for a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head slowly.

In Taixuan Palace, Emperor Chongtian was as diligent as ever, never resting even late at night, sitting in front of the table with the dragon corpse embedded in it, reviewing the memorial.

All of a sudden, the dragon corpse trembled suddenly, and a drop of blood oozed from the real dragon's forehead.

The fresh blood was a bit strange, Emperor Chongtian put down the brush in his hand, frowned slightly, and looked at the dragon corpse.

"You are no longer of the blood of the dragon. You are like a slave to the blue dragon. You are the sharp blade under my command. That dragon has nothing to do with you."

Emperor Chongtian spoke.

The incomparably bright blood seeped into the dragon corpse's forehead again.

Emperor Chongtian looked at the distant sky without changing his expression, but the hidden things in his eyes were more complicated.

He suddenly remembered that Jianjia Shangmin once told him that if the young man named Lu Jing became a sharp blade for cutting immortals, he would inevitably become as heavy as a mountain.

Originally, Emperor Chongtian thought that since he was born in this world, even if the sword for killing immortals in the world is as heavy as the sky, he can still control it.

Because he is the holy king of Dafu, the most honorable person in this vast world, perhaps as the distant years go by, he will become the only one overlooking the sky and the earth.

With such self-confidence, how could he not be able to control a mere sword that cuts immortals?

But when he looked at the distant sky in his pupils, flashes of thunder were reflected, and a sword light was reflected soaring into the sky, stirring up the clouds and mist in the sky.

Only then did Emperor Chongtian tilt his head slightly.

"If you think about it carefully, Lu Jing's achievements when he was young actually surpassed that of Shang Min when he was young."

Emperor Chongtian seemed to be talking to himself.

He flicked his long sleeves, and the void in front of him was filled with chaos.

In the pervasive chaos, the stars twinkled.

Gouchen Yuanxing, Kunpeng Yuanxing, and even the human Yuanxing that most people don't understand all emerge in it.

Even if Emperor Chongtian was looking for Yuan Xing, he would never look up.

He looked down at the chaos, stretched out another finger, and tapped it twice in succession.

In the chaotic darkness, two mysterious rays of light descended, one after another.

Point out the two stars of Kedu Luohu.

When these two stars appeared, Emperor Chongtian suddenly moved intentionally, and his eyes fell on another mysterious star.

"Alright, the sharper the sword and the heavier the knife, the faster it will shatter."

"As for how to hold this sword?"

Emperor Chongtian's eyes turned suddenly, and he fell to the library again.

...

Lu Jing's primordial spirit had already turned gray.

The energy around him had already been drained.

Even the starlight reflected by the three primordial stars became dim.

On Jiuchu Mountain, a huge dragon's head was separated from the Pang Ranlong.

There was a huge gap in the Rain Calling Sword, which was floating beside Lu Jing, trembling constantly.

Zhao Ye's legs were trembling.

Even Lu Jing stood there dumbfounded, and it took a long time for a cup of tea.

On the huge dragon head of Taichong Dragon Lord, the two originally deep and majestic eyes are wide open at this moment, as if dying.

Lu Jing was standing five feet away from the dragon's head.

There is still some trance in my heart.

The dragon-slaying silk on the Rain Calling Sword has been burned completely, and it seems that he has completed his mission.

"Cut off the dragon-slaying threads raised by thousands of dragons, and help me kill the seriously injured Taichong Dragon Lord."

"Taichong Dragon Lord really died by my hands!"

Lu Jing whispered in his heart.

He looked up at the sky, and indistinctly, the remnant of Chen Baxian on the Dragon Slaying Stage was standing on the stage, laughing loudly.

Suddenly, a voice came from Lu Jing's mind.

"If you sacrifice the corpse of the Taichong Dragon Lord to me, and let me enter the dragon corpse of the Taichong Dragon Lord, I can come to help you in the body of the Eight Realms!"

This was like a magic sound, pouring into Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Jing couldn't help thinking...

"Under the Dragon Slayer's fate, I can still enlighten the two dragons, but the cultivation of Taichong Dragon Lord is far beyond the limit of what I can enlighten."

But if I sacrificed to Chen Baxian on the dragon-killing stage, I would lose my soul.

Chen Baxian was the king before Sijiazi, and he also ruled the world for decades.

By no means weaker than today's King Chong'an.

If he comes and helps me, maybe the catastrophe from the West Tower in the sky..."

There seemed to be a change in Lu Jing's eyes, and he lowered his head and stared closely at the dragon corpse.

Taichong Longjun's body exuded a horrible dead silence.

This deadly atmosphere has already permeated hundreds of miles around.

The demons and ghosts with a radius of hundreds of miles all sensed this breath at this moment, and they were all trembling, not understanding what kind of unrivaled existence died in Jiuchu Mountain.

Lu Jing seemed to be affected by this breath, and with Chen Baxian's seductive voice, his eyes became more and more abnormal.

Suddenly, the primordial star of Kunpeng suddenly became more dazzling.

The returning brilliant starlight fell on Lu Jing, making Lu Jing return to a bit of clarity.

It is also at this time that the fate pattern of seeking good luck and avoiding evil is quietly triggered.

Golden lights flickered one after another, and all kinds of information flowed into Lu Jing's mind.

"Promise to Chen Baxian that offering sacrifices to Taichong Dragon Lord's corpse is a real omen of great misfortune...

Chen Baxian had been dead for a long time, but the remnant on the Dragon Slaying Stage seemed to have evil intentions. "

"If I agree to Chen Baxian, there is a great possibility of death?"

Lu Jing was a little surprised.

It's just that this fate of seeking good luck and avoiding evil, under the appearance of great evil, only reveals the result of evil, but Lu Jing doesn't know why it is so dangerous.

"It seems that if I really worship Chen Baxian with Taichong Dragon Lord's corpse, Chen Baxian will occupy the dragon corpse, but it may not necessarily help me."

"I have the primordial star of Kunpeng, and the supernatural power of the primordial star that swallows the dragon. If I swallow the Taichong Dragon Lord, and take time to fully digest the background of this heavenly dragon, I will have an unimaginable root and a great improvement in cultivation. Don't carry the west tower from the sky into the world."

Jing Lu took a deep breath.

In the sky, Chen Baxian seemed to have noticed the change in Lu Jing's eyes, and the smile on his face gradually subsided, as long as he hid in the Zhanlong Terrace, it would disappear.

Without Chen Baxian's bewitching, Lu Jing didn't hesitate anymore. He stepped forward, following Taichong Dragon Lord's beard, all the way to one of the dragon's horns.

Taichong Dragon Lord is dead.

But the cyan dragon horn still shone faintly, and it also condensed a thick vitality.

"Although the Taichong Dragon King died in my hands, before that, the blood incarnation of King Chong'an severely injured him. I have the Kunpeng Yuanxing, the Dragon Slaying Platform to reflect, and the strange dragon-slaying silk, so that I can kill him. Pure Yang Primordial Spirit."

"As long as he is slightly injured, I can't kill him, and the Eighth Realm Heavenly Dragon is no small matter.

I don't know when I will be able to ascend to Ninglin Eighth Realm, with the soul and pure yang, and the body with no dirt. "

There was a flash of hope in Lu Jing's eyes, and then became hot.

"Yu Dong's divine penetration has consumed my chance, and I can grasp this fleeting chance...and then I have a further chance.

Under the supernatural power of swallowing the dragon, I don't know if the world in my eyes will become much clearer if I swallow this heavenly dragon. "

Lu Jing's eyes gradually calmed down.

The vitality that was constantly flowing in the world gradually thinned out.

The Gouchen Yuanxing in the sky no longer shines with thunder.

Only the Kunpeng star was as bright as ever, and the Kunpeng starlight shone straight down on Lu Jing, who closed his eyes and meditated.

Time flowed slowly, and a white mist gradually lingered on Taichong Longjun.

But in Taixuanjing, there was another disturbance.

With the turmoil outside Xuandu, many mysterious beings are ready to move, but they seem to have received orders from extremely noble people, and they have to dispel their greed in their hearts.

The Seventh Prince Yu Zhuoxian and Shen Buyi originally wanted to leave Xuandu just now, and take advantage of Lu Jing's lack of vitality to make up for something.

In the study building, Mr. Jiu and Mr. Changsheng left Taixuanjing just like when Lu Jingyuan entered the sea of ​​west clouds.

The prince sent another message, inviting Yuxuanlou to come to the East Palace as a guest.

After all these, Yu Zhuoxian and Shen Buyi found helplessly that even though Lu Jing was extremely weak at this time, there were still people in Taixuanjing who wanted to save his life.

"He killed Taichong Dragon Lord!"

Yuxuanlou sat on the main seat of the East Hall of Jiansu Mansion.

At this moment, even though his face was not flustered much with his calmness in the usual days, the tone of his voice was a bit strange when he spoke.

It was as if he was trying to suppress the vibration of his voice.

"He even dared to kill Taichong Dragon Lord..."

The meaning of Yuxuanlou's words is very clear.

With his hands behind his back, Chu Guogong also sighed in his eyes.

During the spiritual tide dispute, Chu Guogong was also an Immortal of the Eight Realms of Tianfu, so he naturally knew what the Eight Realms represented.

After the battle of the spiritual tide, the world fell into decline, the fruits of the spiritual tide fell into the Tianguan, and Chu Guogong also fell into the realm.

Now Chu Guogong, who is far stronger than the seventh-level peak monk, but has never entered the eighth level, recalled how long ago, he walked side by side in the Taixuan Palace, and the young man who went to the front of the palace for a test together cut down the eighth level Tianlongtai. Chong Longjun's head, he felt that this world was a bit unreal.

"Taichong Dragon Lord is not new to Chunyang, even if the real root lies in the blood incarnation of King Chong'an, but Lu Jing's Fuguang Sword Qi can cut off the Pure Yang Primordial Spirit..."

Chu Guogong suddenly remembered that his youngest son Chu Yeshan had repeatedly praised Lu Jing sincerely in front of him, and even persuaded him not to mix up the grievances between the Seventh Prince and Lu Jing.

Chu Yeshan is the counselor of Jiansu Mansion, he is naturally loyal to Jiansu Mansion and to the Seventh Prince Yuxuanlou.

But he is the son of the Chu family, so naturally he has to plan for the Chu family.

"Ye Shan told me that he always had a premonition in his heart that the Chu family might fall because of this..."

Chu Guogong originally scoffed at this.

At this time, I feel...

"What Ye Shan said is not unreasonable."

"His Highness is already a little afraid of that Lu Jing. The death of the Taichong Dragon Lord made him terrified, but he doesn't know whether the Seventh Prince's lineage has a chance to get rid of this Lu Jing."

Such a thinker in Chu Guogong's heart.

...

In Taixuanjing, those who coveted Lu Jing's generation, or those who coveted Taichong Longjun's corpse, some were stopped by the orders of that extremely noble man, and some were stopped by Mr. Jiu's Zhan Qingshan and Mr. Changsheng's Yan Qinglong.

But there is not only one Taixuanjing in this world.

Lu Jing sat cross-legged on the blue dragon horns of Taichong Dragon Lord.

But this Jiuchu Mountain seems to be a place where winds and clouds gather. I don't know how many eyes fell on this place, and how many divine thoughts came to explore.

Even in the mountains of Baiguidi, Yan Luo's demonic thoughts turned into black winds that swept the ground, caressing Jiuchu Mountain.

Someone is watching.

Some demons were speculating whether Lu Jing still had strength left.

They all stared at Taichong Longjun's corpse.

Until a rainbow light suddenly appeared in the sky, and someone came stepping on the rainbow light...

It turned out to be Mr. Chess Watcher!

Mr. Guanqi has left Xuandu.

After Mr. Si left, Mr. Guan Qi named himself in the library, and went out to visit friends, and he didn't even want to step out of the library, let alone go out of Xuandu.

The world's most romantic, who used to indulge in mountains and rivers, has become a withered and boring person.

To this day, Lu Jing of the bookstore killed Taichong Longjun, and Mr. Guanqi finally re-entered Shanshui, but it was not for entertainment.

He walked all the way down the red light, instead of looking at the mountains and rivers of Jiuchu Mountain, he followed Lu Jing's example and walked up the dragon's beard of Taichong Dragon Lord, and came to Lu Jing's side.

Sensing Mr. Guanqi's aura, Lu Jing got up quickly.

Mr. Guanqi stretched out a palm and patted his shoulder lightly.

It was only then that Lu Jing saw Mr. Guanqi.

There was a sudden joy in his eyes.

Because today's Mr. Qiguan is not as old and tired as before, and his body is far less hunched than before.

"Sir, have you refined that Tianmai?"

Lu Jing's face was full of joy.

Mr. Guanqi also sat down cross-legged, not far from Lu Jing.

"Under the shroud of the sky, mortals can reflect nine thousand stars, three hundred and sixty-five great stars, and thirty-six main stars."

"The number of primordial stars is nine, and there are four emperor stars above the primordial star, and there are two ancient stars, the lunar sun and the sun, which cannot be concealed by the laws of heaven and earth."

"But this is not the case in the sky. There are many big stars there. There are one hundred and eight main stars, thirty-six primordial stars, and twelve emperor stars."

"The same is true for the gods that can be comprehended in the world."

The smile on Mr. Guanqi's face was as gentle as ever, and he spoke eloquently.

Lu Jing was a little surprised.

He has read many classics, but it has never been recorded in those classics that the number of stars that can be reflected in the world is so much reduced by the fairyland in the sky.

"However, mortals still have existences that can bypass the sky and reflect the rest of the stars in the universe.

For example, the domineering general who has disappeared without a trace, such as the giant Buddha on earth in Daleiyin Temple.

Another example is the Dongting Sanren who once used his sword to travel the world, subdue demons and subdue demons, and benefit the world.

The Dongting Sanren is the true Martial Emperor star that reflects the world and cannot be comprehended. "

Lu Jing listened quietly.

Mr. Guanqi raised his head abruptly: "Tunlong, I'll wait for you here.

Waiting for you to swallow the dragon, I will take you to the fairyland in the sky to see if you can go further... Among the twenty-four primordial stars in the sky, reflect your fourth star. "

Lu Jing heard Mr. Guanqi's words.

He killed Taichong Dragon Lord today, and saw that Mr. Guanqi looked very good, and he was sincerely happy, and even the tone of his speech became different... He blinked and asked: "Sir, is there something in the chaotic universe?" There are thirty-six primordial stars, and twelve emperor stars...

Since there is the emperor star hanging in the chaotic universe, why should I give up the emperor star and take the primordial star? "

"You want to reflect the emperor's star?"

Mr. Guanqi raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head and said, "It's not enough."

Lu Jing was a little dissatisfied.

"Sir, in the heavens and on earth, is there anyone who can reflect the emperor's star with his soul, and manifest the emperor's appearance with his blood?"