Build A Secret Council From Wudang Abandoned Disciples

Chapter 100 Locking the Dragon Well and imprisoning the corpse of the dragon! Time flies, and three hundred years are fleeting... (4)

After Jiaolong's chest was broken open.

A bright golden light radiated out.

In the blood hole in its chest.

There is a pale golden ball the size of a rockery.

"Although this inner alchemy has not yet fully formed.

"But it would be nice to make me a drink!"

Situ Zhong aimed the wine gourd in his hand at the inner alchemy that shone with pale golden light.

A strong suction emanates from the wine gourd.

The inner alchemy flew out from the blood hole in Jiaolong's chest immediately.

Then he was sucked into the wine gourd in Situ Zhong's hand.

This wine gourd, it seems, is only less than the size of a baby's head.

But it was easy to suck the inner alchemy of the flood dragon "Two Four Three" that was the size of a rockery into it.

Situ Zhong shook the wine gourd in his hand, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

Jiaolong's eyebrows were pierced by the divine sword.

The chest was cut open, and the inner alchemy had also been taken out by Situ Zhong.

At this time, the huge body fell to the ground weakly.

The breath on his body dissipated slowly.

In the end, the huge pupil shrank and became lifeless.

A flood dragon that is about to turn into a dragon.

Just like that, he was beheaded by Situ on the top of Longhu Mountain.

"Before this dragon died, it contained strong resentment!"

"If you let his body stay here, I'm afraid there will be disasters in the future."

"It's just that this flood dragon is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth after all."

"His body is not a mortal thing, if it is smashed like this, it will definitely cause unknown variables.

"Why don't we use the feng shui pattern of Longhu Mountain to build a lock dragon well with formations, and seal it in the restricted area behind Longhu Mountain!"

Situ Zhong stretched out his hand and made a move.

Carry the long sword and the wine gourd on the back together.

within the next time.

Situ Zhong, in a barren restricted area on the top of Longhu Mountain.

A special well was dug.

After throwing the body of the flood dragon into the well.

Situ Zhong imprinted complex and obscure patterns on the bottom of the well and on the surrounding rock walls of the well.

 …

At the end.

Inside this well, terrifying sword qi lingered.

Layers of terrifying sword formations were formed, and then the well was tightly sealed.

And at the very bottom of this well, there is a huge dragon corpse lying quietly in it.

"$73..."

"I have dealt with this evil dragon, and I have locked its body in the Dragon Well and sealed it tightly.

"After staying for a long time, if there is no change."

"The kendo formation in Suolongjing will certainly be able to wipe away all the resentment and malice contained in this dragon."

"At that time, the corpse of this flood dragon will naturally turn dust to dust, dust to dust..."

Situ Zhong lowered his head and took a look, behind the Jiaolong corpse coiled in several circles at the bottom of the well.

He sighed with emotion.

Then waved.

A huge boulder flew over and tightly covered the mouth of the well.

immediately.

Situ Zhong didn't stay here any longer, and left Longhu Mountain in Takong.

Time flies.

Another hundred years passed.

During these hundred years.

Situ Zhong still followed the chairman of the council, and started battles with those terrifying ghosts and weirdos that appeared on the earth.

And in the process.

The number of members of the secret council.

It is also constantly increasing.

One by one, terrifying and extraordinary existences were absorbed by the chairman of the council.

Under the siege and cleanup of so many terrorist congressmen.

The fierce ghosts on this earth are gradually showing a state of retreat.

finally.

After nearly a hundred years have passed again.

In this land, in the ancient dynasty, all the ghosts and evil spirits were swept away by the Council of Secrets.

The world has once again returned to its original calm.

It was still in front of the dilapidated little hut.

Situ Zhong, and ten members of the mysterious council.

Standing respectfully in front of the hut.

"Now, the horror has dissipated, and the ghosts and weirdness have been swept away by us!"

"Wait, you can retreat temporarily!"

"I have a premonition that in the years to come, those horrors will revive again.

"And when that time comes, the Secret Council will once again appear in front of the world...

"You and the councilors will also break free from their own seals and shackles one by one, and wake up!"

From the hut.

There was an indistinct voice.

There is no emotion in this voice.

It seems that after hundreds of thousands of years, all the evil spirits that have harmed the earth of the world have been wiped out.

For him, it is just a small episode in a long life.

"I would like to abide by the decree of His Royal Highness the Speaker of the Council..."

In front of the hut.

A number of MPs left one after another.

Not long.

In front of this hut.

Situ Zhong was the only one left.

Plop.

Situ Zhong knelt down in front of this small hut.

Just like three hundred years ago.

He fled from Shushan Sword Sect, knelt down at the foot of Shushan Mountain, looked up at the Shushan Sword Sect sect building that was destroyed by demons and was constantly collapsing.

"Members, they have all left!"

"Little Situ, you are still here, is there any problem?"

Inside the hut, a familiar voice came out.

Situ Zhong heard the voice calling him Little Situ.

He didn't feel any strangeness, but felt a burst of pride and joy in his heart.

Time flies.

He is no longer the seven or eight-year-old boy who knelt at the foot of Shu Mountain.

now.

In the eyes of the world, he is one of the 1.1 members of the mysterious council of the immortal power, and he is a wine sword fairy who is a master of swordsmanship.

Moreover, although his face is not old, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged person.

But his actual age is already over three hundred years old.

But at this time, he knelt down in front of the hut.

Situ Zhong's eyes became naive and ignorant.

It was as if he had once again become the helpless and innocent child he was three hundred years ago.

He was silent for a while, and then said seriously:

"President of the Council, three hundred years ago, I encountered a catastrophe, and the Shushan Sword Sect was reduced to dust."

"When I was helpless, it was you who gave me hope, not only allowed me to learn the supreme sword art, but also fulfilled my own wish, to kill all the evil spirits in the world.

"Leaving this time, I don't know when we will meet again in the future?"

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