Sword of Coming

The moment Chen Pingan started to draw the talisman, under the signal of the golden old dragon, the Jiaolong ditch had already taken action, and the lion and the rabbit also used their full strength to capture the hundreds of thousands of dragons lurking in this ravine. , rushing towards Osmanthus Island together with the sea water that was originally high in the sky.

Only the direction where the golden old dragon was entrenched seemed particularly peaceful.

The old man Zhouzi dropped the Dragon King basket in his hand at his feet. The life and death of a young dragon had nothing to do with the overall situation. The old man glanced at the young man with a sword on his back, his whole person seemed to be shrouded in the pure moonlight, each person wrote a stroke and a talisman. , integrated into one, like a small world between the abbots.

The old man admired in his heart. The little guy was quite impressive. Although it had little to do with his level of realm or cultivation level, Lao Zhouzi thought that he did not have this kind of magnanimity when he was young.

The old man quickly looked away and said softly: "Mrs. Gui, Osmanthus Island is in danger. Chen Ping'an and this talisman will be protected by me for the time being. Mrs. Gui will just go and sit on the ferry, and let Ma Zhi and a few stewards quickly go to the mountain. All guests know their interests and should not hide their interests anymore. All personal grudges, as well as rewards and compensations, will be discussed after Osmanthus Island survives this disaster."

"Old Jiao's attack this time is very strange, and judging from the method it used to kill the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, it has either broken through and entered the upper five realms, or someone secretly set up an array in Jiaolonggou to turn this place into something like The existence of the Confucian Academy Academy. Maybe a certain heretic master took a fancy to this enclave, which gave Laojiao the confidence to challenge the Confucian saints of Posuzhou. But whether it is Yupu realm, or a False Saint, once it attacks with all its strength, it will be difficult for you to deal with it alone without me."

Mrs. Gui hesitated a little and did not rush to Osmanthus Island. She even deliberately slowed down her speech. During this period, she weighed the pros and cons. During her long monastic life, Mrs. Gui knew that in a dilemma where she was confused, she could do ten things and hundreds of things. Nothing is better than doing one thing right.

The sea water on three sides was like a bursting of embankments, hitting the ferry at the "bottom of the bowl".

On Osmanthus Island, except for the ancestral osmanthus tree on the top of the mountain, there are more than a thousand osmanthus trees, all of which have fallen leaves at the same time. Before falling to the ground, the fallen leaves fly into the air together. They are not in disorder. The osmanthus leaves hang in the air one after another, forming a A semicircle enveloped Osmanthus Island. Afterwards, the osmanthus leaves instantly burned to ashes and disappeared, leaving only a group of green spiritual energy in place, condensed into small and large balls. Between these osmanthus leaf spiritual balls as big as wild chestnuts, they spread out to all sides. There are strands of green silk threads coming out, pulling and connecting with each other.

The sea is turbulent, and the ferry is like a flat boat. The spiritual energy contained in the osmanthus leaves is connected with each other, like a big net thrown out by the boat. Only this time, the "net" is not for catching fish, but for covering the rain.

When the sea water hit the big net, the waves surged, but not a drop of water penetrated the big net and landed on Osmanthus Island. The ferry only shook slightly, and when the ancestral osmanthus tree showed a mysterious posture of rapidly growing branches and leaves, the ground on the top of the mountain cracked. Many ravines appeared, exposing the twisted roots of old osmanthus trees. The entire Osmanthus Island began to rise slowly, as if it was trying to withstand the impact of the sea water, hang in the air to resist the wind, and forcefully escape from the Jiaolong Valley.

Many water horned turtles with horns on their foreheads were the most ferocious in their charge. They landed on the big net one by one, tearing at the osmanthus leaf array with their sharp claws, or hitting them with their heads.

This type of water dragon is considered an honorable member of the genus of dragons. They are relatively close to the true dragons who were the first to rule the world. Compared with snakes and carps, they are worlds apart. It's just that there is an extra word for water, so it is still a bit inferior to the Qiu that is called a single word. Compared with this kind of real royal relative, the water Qiu is the same species as the ancient big Qiu and the green snake in the sea, so Also known as the Qingqiu, it is similar to the White Chiu that likes to hide in the majestic mountains, one in the deep sea and one on the land. It often appears in the articles of literati and poets, and is a frequent guest in poems about immortals.

Many descendants of the dragon followed behind, fiercely hitting the big net, and also used their talented water magic powers to wrap up tens of thousands of seawater one by one, and hit the big net together.

When the old man Zhouzi saw this scene, he was heartbroken. This was Mrs. Gui who was using her hard-won earthly immortal skills to allow the fundamental vitality of her true body to rapidly deplete in order to gain a glimmer of hope for everyone.

Ma Zhi, who is staying on the island, must have negotiated with the guests, but he doesn't know if they can work together to tide over the difficulties.

When Chen Ping'an was trying his best to write the lock-cutting talisman, the golden old dragon did not only give orders and let Jiaolonggou attack Osmanthus Island in one go, but it had no intention of taking action. It just thought for a moment, shook its golden-scaled body, and slowly swam towards the clear water. At the edge of the sea, a majestic old man wearing a golden robe finally walked out from the ripples. His eyebrows were extremely long, hanging down to his chest. He moved forward in the air, ignoring the need to be distracted by this old dragon that had turned into a human form. Mrs. Gui, who controls Osmanthus Island, is as indifferent to the life and death of the young dragon. The old man in golden robe is like a mountaineer slowly walking down the hillside, overlooking the two small boats and three people at the foot of the mountain.

The old dragon looked at the young man's back, kept walking, and said with a smile: "Little guy, you tampered with that dragon pole and wrote the lock-cutting talisman without authorization. I just treat you as young and ignorant, and let you secretly hide the two. It's a flying sword, but if you push it further..."

The old man Zhouzi steered the boat under his feet and stood behind Chen Ping'an, one person and one boat. He looked up at the old beast whose temperament had changed drastically, and sneered: "It doesn't matter if you push for an inch, are you going to kill me at the neck to ask for a more comfortable death? Please?" You bastards swallow it whole, don't chew it slowly?"

Lao Jiao glanced sideways at Lao Zhouzi and said with a smile: "If you break the rules, you will die. As for the way of death, it doesn't really matter. Have you forgotten that if your souls after death are little by little? The silk and cocoons were peeled off by my hands, and dozens of candles were made into lanterns. After they were lit, they were placed in the deepest part of Jiaolong Valley to endure the cold pain. This crime was even more unbearable than being quartered by five horses and cut into pieces with a thousand knives on the human execution ground. Especially for an old Jindan monk like you, the higher your Taoism, the higher the quality of incense and candles..."

Having said this, the old man in golden robe sighed, stopped, put one hand behind his back, and twisted the long golden eyebrows hanging on his chest with two fingers of the other hand, and said helplessly: "Little guy, this Fan family boatman and I will help you delay It's been so long, but it's just a lock-cutting talisman ordered by Master Yu, and it hasn't been painted yet? Are you a disciple of the Taoist talisman sect, and it's becoming more and more useless now? Or are you not good at studying and drawing talismans? Or is this talisman too powerful? , the talisman paper is too precious, making your writing a little... astringent? No problem, I haven't seen or experienced the lock-cutting talisman for many years, and I miss it very much, so I can still afford to wait at this time, young man, take your time Come on, don’t be in a hurry.”

Mrs. Gui lamented.

Lao Zhouzi was in a similar state of mind.

This is the horror of a saint ruling a world.

Just like the Confucian sage is in charge of the academy, the true king is in the Taoist temple, the Arhat is in the temple, and the martial sage is in charge of the battlefield.

The pale-faced Madam Gui said sternly: "Aren't you afraid that the Confucian saint of Posuzhou will hold you accountable for committing such a brutal crime?!"

The old Jiao's eyes looked pitiful and said: "Mrs. Gui, Mrs. Gui, you shouldn't have stayed in a muddy pond like Old Dragon City. You are just cocooning yourself. You have been doing nothing for so many years and have not heard what is happening outside the window. How can you know that under the general trend, you can follow the trend?" Those who prosper and those who rebel will perish, Madam Gui, although I have coveted your true body for many years, but since you have a good background, I can give you one last chance to submit to me and participate in the grand event with Jiaolonggou, how about it?"

Mrs. Gui sneered: "I really don't know if you would dare to speak nonsense if a Confucian saint were here! Let alone a saint, I'm afraid just a gentleman would be enough to make you tremble, right?"

The old man in golden robe smiled and shook his head, "Today is different from the past, that's why I said that your vision, Mrs. Gui, is too narrow, that's all. Different ways don't work together. After eating you, I can successfully enter the Yupu realm. When the time comes, Even if a Confucian saint from the Yingyin Chen family leaves the academy and comes here to hold me to account, what can he do to me?"

The old man grinned with a sinister smile, "I know you still haven't given up, thinking that I was playing tricks on you before, and you were lucky enough to let the young man draw the lock-killing talisman to scare all the dragons except me. , look, I have fulfilled your wish, do you still think I am bluffing?"

The old man took a step forward and instantly came to the side of Chen Pingan's boat, which was more than ten feet away.

Chen Ping'an is like an old monk who has entered meditation without caring about worldly affairs, just slowly drawing the talisman.

Mrs. Gui and the old man Zhouzi made a move at the same time. She threw out a branch of osmanthus and landed on the bow of the boat. The woman silently recited the sentence "The roots are in the blue sky", and the osmanthus branch instantly grew into a small osmanthus tree with dancing branches and leaves. There are clusters of golden osmanthus flowers, fragrant and fragrant. The osmanthus trees are ten feet high, and the shade of the trees covers Chen Ping'an.

The old man quickly kneaded the secrets with both hands, recited the incantation silently, and stamped heavily on the boat he was standing on. The palms of his hands touched each other, and the fingers were interlaced. A brilliant light bloomed from the gaps between the fingers. The old boatman pressed his thumb on his heart with one hand, and pointed at the golden old dragon with his little finger. , after the old man made the seal, there was a bright red flame lingering all over his body, like a heavenly official wearing a red robe, his forehead covered with scarlet inscriptions, and he shouted angrily: "The golden crow flaps its wings, the fire god boils water!"

The sea surface between the boat at the old man's feet and the old man in gold robe was like a hot pot of boiling water, with steam rising. Then golden crows flew out from it, dragging streaks of rolling flames, and quickly rushed towards the old dragon.

But the golden-robed old dragon just waved his sleeves and pulled out two blue-water blue dragons from the sea water at two sides. They collided with the golden crows. Dozens of golden crows were instantly devoured by the two old men. Although the blue-water blue dragons had a full meal Suddenly, fire flickered in the belly from time to time, and finally they died together, their bodies collapsed, and returned to the sea. However, the old man used his hands to perform magic tricks and struck quickly and fiercely. It could be said that he was powerful. Compared with the understatement of the golden-robed dragon, there was a huge difference. .

The golden-robed old dragon sneered and said: "God of Fire? Such ancient gods are too complex, and because of a great disaster, the gods who inherit this unification often have unfair names. Compared with the orderly and profound inheritance of history, The God of Water, who is relied upon by the Emperor of Heaven, is really not worth mentioning. You little golden elixir, I’m afraid you don’t even know the four words of the God of Fire to boil water, and you are showing your cowardice, right? The earliest God of Fire, that was a lie. Those who boiled the whole world dry and burned up the five lakes to create clouds and mist in the sky. The gods of the Ministry of Fire in later generations will only dare to speak of boiling water. What kind of water? The big rivers are water and the small streams are water. If you boil the water, can you make tea?"

The old man's magic trick was easily broken by the golden-robed old dragon. He was not discouraged. While the latter was chattering, he changed another trick. He clenched his hands into fists, bumped them together hard, and stepped out with his feet. The image of the Heavenly Officials disappeared, looking at each other angrily, with the appearance of a powerful protector. The old man was surrounded by thunder beads with electric light swirling around him.

The old man finally separated his fists, and punched his heart and abdomen three times in succession. The spiritual energy in the three Qi Palaces was surging. The other fist returned to his palm, with his palm facing the sky, "Jingzhe bulges his belly, Lei Ze Cave opens, listen to my order, Dai Tian Punish!"

In the cloudless blue sky, a huge whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared out of thin air. A streak of snow-white lightning stood out, turned several times in the air, and struck at the head of the golden-robed old dragon.

The figure of the old man in golden robe disappeared on the spot, but the thunder and lightning that split the sky did not dissipate. It penetrated directly into the sea water, fell into the depths of Jiaolong Gorge, and ejected back, reflecting the white snow on the bottom of the sea and the many hidden things. The dragons at the bottom of the sea did not participate in this encirclement and suppression. After being disturbed by this thunder method, they all subconsciously closed their eyes and did not dare to look directly at it.

The thunder and lightning swept out of the sea and flew to one place. The golden-robed old dragon showed his true form. Facing this unusual thunder and lightning, the old dragon finally seemed a little annoyed. This time he lost his previous leisurely demeanor and did not continue to dodge. Standing on the spot, frowning slightly, he put his fingers together, clamped a long golden eyebrow respectively, and quickly wiped it, and two golden sword lights slipped out from the fingertips, about three feet long, as long as the sword in the world, and faced the sword with one sword. There was thunder and lightning, and a sword pierced the vortex above the head that was connected to a certain small Lei Ze.

Both swords of the golden-robed dragon's long eyebrows were successful, and together with the thunder and lightning and the whirlpool, they were destroyed together again, exploding with brilliant brilliance at both the sea surface and high in the sky.

The old man Zhouzi was worthy of being one of the rare golden alchemists who had personally experienced the scenery of the Earth Immortal. He had endless methods. He stood up from the ground, stretched out his arm, stretched out his hand, and grasped a silver-dazzling Zhangba snake spear, stabbing it straight. The golden-robed old dragon said, "The evil beast shall die!"

The golden-robed old dragon twitched the corner of his mouth and disappeared again.

The force of Old Man Zhouzi's spear did not weaken at all, but increased in strength. There was a burst of black ripples at the tip of the spear. There was no stagnation on the tip of the snow-white spear. The spear was as powerful as a broken bamboo, like chopsticks entering the water, and it appeared visually skewed. .

Then a strange scene appeared. Dozens of golden-robed dragons stood around the old man, and on top of their heads, either one foot long or less than one foot, there was a spear tip piercing the golden-robed dragon's head. Ajna.

Almost all the golden-robed old dragons laughed in unison: "It's really a desperate blow from the Earth Immortal. It's hard for you in the Golden Core realm."

He stretched out a hand and grasped the tip of the spear.

Electric light splashed everywhere, and the sky and the earth were white.

Only one man in golden robe did not speak. He stood directly behind Chen Ping'an's boat. He could just see Chen Ping'an sitting in the shade of the osmanthus tree clearly. He could not see the specific blue talisman at its base, but Full of awe-inspiring righteousness, that writing brush is a good item, even the old dragon would covet it.

Looking at the blank paper of the lock-cutting talisman, only seventy-eight percent of it was completed. Although the young man's arms, fingers and hair tips were not shaking yet, his mind was already unstable. It can be seen that writing this talisman was still too far-fetched, and the old dragon became more and more worried. Out of curiosity, although the lock-cutting talisman is of high quality, the young man has successfully drawn the talisman on the bamboo pen before, indicating that there is nothing wrong with the talisman itself, but the cyan material of the talisman paper, which makes it difficult for the young man to write, just like a child. It would be no exaggeration to say that climbing mountains with heavy loads requires a lot of effort.

A high-quality lock-cutting talisman with the Rainmaster's order written on it.

If he had become a saint before, the golden-robed old dragon would still be wary. After all, this is a natural conflict. In the days when Yushi Hebo Shuijun and his like were still orthodox gods, the dragon would respect such people. It's like the existence of a yamen superior.

But now, no matter how "tough" this talisman is, the golden-robed dragon doesn't take it seriously. He is even eager to see the lock-cutting talisman again.

After all, during a long period of humiliation, Lao Jiao was young at the time, but what he saw and heard was extremely unforgettable.

Lao Jiao wants to find some old guys in the depths of Jiaolong Valley who are unwilling to follow him to see this far-reaching talisman again. Maybe it can give these sluggish old guys a sense of courage again. gas.

The complete Jiaolonggou, as long as it is twisted into a rope, cannot be compared to one or two Immortal mansions with the title of Zong.

Dozens of golden-robed old dragons simultaneously crushed the tip of the spear.

This was the destiny of the old man Zhouzi. He immediately fell into the boat and vomited blood.

Except for the old dragon who stared at Chen Ping'an's painting without saying a word, the other old dragons who were aroused with strong ferocity laughed and stepped down hard almost at the same time. There was not much movement under their feet, but Shelter The osmanthus leaf formation on Osmanthus Island is like a weak city gate being hammered hard by countless siege vehicles. It is shaking and in danger. Once the formation is damaged, those dragons will rush into the island in an instant, and these Hand-to-hand combat with an evil beast born with a strong physique?

Not to mention ordinary Qi practitioners who are not willing, even the most lethal sword cultivators and the most powerful military cultivators are not willing to do it.

Many Qi practitioners in the middle and fifth realms who were originally too thirsty to take out the magic weapon at the bottom of the box suddenly changed their expressions. They no longer dared to hide their secrets and sacrificed their magic weapons one after another. For a while, the Osmanthus Island was filled with light. Colors flew high into the sky one after another, helping Mrs. Gui and the ancestral Gui tree resist the stampede of the golden old dragon.

But when the Qi practitioners on the island took action with all their strength, some of the giants in Jiaolonggou who had been watching from a distance finally used their water magic powers to rain down on Osmanthus Island like a shower of arrows.

Therefore, even if Osmanthus Island has Qi practitioners to help out, it is still at a disadvantage.

At this critical moment, there was actually a tall, thin old man flying over from the sea outside Jiaolonggou, but he was obviously hesitant to go deeper into the danger.

It was the Nascent Soul retinue beside Mr. Jiang of the Jade Guizong.

He ultimately chose to wait and see.

Mrs. Gui had to go to Osmanthus Island. She really didn't expect that the formation was so fragile. Chen Ping'an could no longer take care of the talisman. Once she was separated from her soul, the Osmanthus Island formation would not be able to withstand the next impact. Even if the talisman is drawn successfully at that time, Osmanthus Island has been conquered, and the unscrupulous dragon clan will only be defeated in a miserable situation if they enter an uninhabited land.

Mrs. Gui swept away, turned to the old man and said helplessly: "Take good care of Chen Ping'an!"

The old man nodded with a wry smile and struggled to stand up.

We can only do our best and obey fate.

All the golden-robed dragons in all directions slowly walked toward the two boats.

Only the golden old dragon that always stood in place, staring at Chen Pingan from beginning to end, told in his heart: "Little guy, if you don't finish drawing this talisman and quickly reverse the situation of the battle, all of you will die, Gui Madam is going to die, Lao Zhouzi is going to die, you are going to die too, you’re all going to die.”

What matters should be done, according to the orders of the Master of Rain. A lock-cutting talisman with a total of eight characters, Chen Pingan only wrote six characters in the end, and it was extremely unruly. As expected, this talisman was considered invalid.

In fact, it took a long time for Chen Pingan to write the first four characters, which was much longer than before. However, on the rain character, no matter how Chen Pingan ran his Qi machine, he couldn't even write that single stroke. The material of the talisman seems to be unwilling to accept this word at all. The two armies are confronting each other. Chen Pingan is fighting alone. Facing a towering high city, what can he do?

When manpower is finally exhausted, it will not be changed by any ambition and perseverance.

Chen Pingan held on for a long time, but still couldn't finish writing. When Chen Pingan's arms began to tremble for the first time, a large mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it forcefully. With no choice but to do so, Chen Pingan directly skipped the word "rain". The pass with the word "Shi" was another natural chasm, and Chen Ping'an bypassed it again. Fortunately, the word "Imperial Order" was reluctantly written. At the end of that strong crossbow of pure true energy, he finally finished writing it.

After Chen Ping'an used up this breath, he was exhausted. The arm holding the small snow cone drooped down. He was trying to force himself to take a breath. This time he couldn't draw the talisman, which was just adding insult to injury. At this time, the blood in his body was surging, except for that The mouth has hurt the blood of Ben Yuan's heart, and there are countless blood beads seeping out from the inside out. They are extremely fine, flowing out and condensing bit by bit from the soul, Qi Palace, muscles, bones, skin and flesh.

The golden-robed old dragon was so angry for the first time and cursed angrily: "Useless trash! After waiting for you for so long, you can't even write the word 'Rain Master'?!"

The old dragon stepped forward step by step, "I'll give you another chance to start again! Draw another talisman!"

Chen Ping'an stared at the green talisman blankly, but the situation did not get worse.

But it doesn't get better.

It seems that after parting ways with the Taoist nun from Shen Gaozong on the road, Chen Ping'an, who had been lucky all the way after leaving Lizhu Cave, began to go downhill, as if he had once again returned to Lizhu Cave before the collapse.

This time, he was directly involved in death.

Chen Pingan raised his head and said, "You really want me to finish writing this lock-killing talisman? Are you plotting something?"

The golden-robed old dragon looked at the young man carefully, smiled and nodded: "Of course. It's just that it's meaningless to say this now. It's a waste of so much of my time. Your three souls and seven souls will be made into candle wicks later." , burning under the water of Jiaolonggou for hundreds of years."

Chen Pingan glanced at the left arm holding the small snow cone, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted it up. Not only this arm, but also the blood all over his body seeped out from the seven orifices and skin, gurgling, "I must finish writing before I die. These two words.”

The golden-robed old dragon's eyes were gloomy and he said with a smile: "Young man has ambition, I will wait and see, and he will not hesitate to protect you personally, but don't let me down again."

Chen Pingan grinned.

He raised his right arm, wiped his eyes randomly, wiped away the blood that blurred his vision, and roughly saw the position of the talisman paper in the blank space of "Rain Master", then closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart: "What do you do... do... It’s very important…”

For a moment.

Chen Pingan began to write on the talisman paper.

The golden-robed old dragon sneered and said: "Young man, this is not the word rain. Are you injured too badly and can't think clearly?"

Another moment.

The golden-robed old dragon no longer smiled at all.

On the talisman paper, there is no longer the so-called talisman's aura.

Instead, a ray of divine light is gathering rapidly.

Chen Pingan just maintained that position, not because he didn't want to move, but because he really couldn't move.

This lock-cutting talisman is no longer a lock-cutting talisman in the true sense.

Because it is not "whatever the task is, the Rain Master's order".

Rather, "what matters should be done, Lu Chen gives the order."

Lu Chen’s order!

The golden-robed old dragon was also motionless, showing he had more than enough intentions but not enough energy.

Chen Ping'an's lips moved slightly, silently feeling the warm thoughts on the pen and paper, which brought happiness to his soul. His voice trembled, and he whispered softly: "I saw it said in the book that the saints have clouds..."

Chen Pingan kept coughing and finally said the second half of his sentence, "The dragon lurks in the abyss."

The eight words spoken verbally seemed to be no less inferior to the eight words written on the talisman.

A total of sixteen words, falling in the Jiaolong Valley, were like a bolt from the blue and five thunders.

"promise!"

"Follow the law!"

A sound sounded from the depths of Jiaolonggou, one after another, continuously.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Dozens of golden-robed old dragons merged into one figure. He lowered his head, cupped his hands and cupped his fists, but with a sinister smile on his face, "Young man, please die before you receive the order."

Over Jiaolonggou, a golden sword light as thick as a mountain peak descended from the sky.

It fell straight onto the young man's head.

There are people who can save him, but are unwilling, such as the Nascent Soul old woman next to the boy in bamboo clothes.

Some people want to save, but for the sake of the Fan family's great cause, they can only choose to retreat, such as Mrs. Gui.

Some people have no choice but to sacrifice their lives for the young man, such as the old boatman who is just around the corner.

Most people are just watching the excitement. The overall situation has been decided, so why should they be nervous?

At this moment, Chen Ping'an seemed to have a clear understanding of everyone's heart and feelings, but his expression was neither sad nor happy.

A pair of seals, landscape and water marks, slipped out of his sleeves and stopped above his head.

After the golden sword light collapsed, a pair of mountain and water marks were left, only the water mark remained, and the mountain mark was gone.

On the avenue.

One person goes straight.