Dragon and Tiger Taoist

The sky is filled with snow, the color is pitch black, and hatred is branded on the world.

Seeing the huge dragon claws that were constantly tightening in the void, the hearts of countless people in Jinyang City were raised. This was not a good sign.

Huh, the cold wind howled, and an inexplicable coldness rose from the bottom of his heart, freezing his mind. Inside the dragon's claws, he felt the increasingly terrifying chill, and Zhao Wushuang resisted with difficulty.

"Using hatred as a guide, it not only freezes the body, but also erodes the soul. It seems that I really underestimated this old dragon."

His body was covered with a layer of black frost, and he remained calm. With the help of the power of the Flame Mountain, Zhao Wushuang resisted the erosion of hatred.

"But that's all."

Feeling the changes in Li Yanque, Zhao Wushuang felt reassured.

The next moment, a loud cry rang out, piercing the sky, and the volcano that had been accumulated for a long time erupted. Red flames swept across the surrounding area, with two colors of yellow and white appearing in it. The dark dragon claws were instantly melted, and even the eternal hatred in them was melted. It disappeared in an instant.

Upon noticing this change, Qixuan Dragon Lord's expression changed drastically.

Boom, the temperature in the sky rose sharply. The dark clouds that stretched for nearly a thousand miles evaporated instantly at this moment. White air waves swept across the void. For a while, the sky was like a wash, cloudless and blue.

Dancing in the sea of ​​fire, wearing a mountain-shaped crown, bathed in flames, and with demonic aura boiling all over his body, at this moment, Li Yanque was very similar to the legendary Suzaku, and his cultivation soared from five thousand years to seven thousand years.

The aura around his body was completely integrated with Li Yanque, and Zhao Wushuang, holding a bright silver gun, was like a god in the fire.

"Old Jiao, if you were still a dragon, I might still be a little more wary of you."

"But you turned into a ghost and lost the nature of a dragon. You no longer have the ability to control the water veins of Yanbo Lake."

"Today I want you to be completely destroyed."

A fierce murderous intent burst out from his dark eyes, and Zhao Wushuang waved the spear in his hand again.

At the same time, the Liyan Bird once again raised its neck and roared, triggering boundless flames that condensed on the tip of Zhao Wushuang's spear, and the bright silver spear also sprouted bursts of brilliance. This was a joint attack by one person and two demons.

Feeling the sense of crisis coming from the dark, like a light on the back, not daring to be careless, the Qixuan Dragon Lord Jiaolong entered the water and joined the Qingjiang River, hoping to borrow the power of the entire Qingjiang River. At this moment, it was the Qingjiang River.

At this moment, the sea of ​​fire dissipated, Li Yanque's powerful aura began to fall, and a flame the size of a bean appeared on the tip of Zhao Wushuang's spear. It was divided into three colors, red, yellow, and white. At that moment, the void began to twist.

The dragon lurked in the abyss, and when he saw the three-color flame clearly, the soul of Qixuan Dragon Lord emerged and fled to the bottom of the river desperately.

There is a strange fire between heaven and earth called Samadhi, which is born from the essence and spirit floating in the sky and earth. It burns nothing, and the essence, energy and spirit of those who are caught are destroyed, and in the end they can only end up with the destruction of body and spirit.

Rumor has it that this kind of flame can burn even immortals. Although the flame that Zhao Wuji condensed is not the real Samadhi True Fire, at most it is just a prototype, but it is not the legendary immortal either.

The divine light between his eyebrows locked onto the Qi Xuan Dragon Lord. With an indifferent expression, Zhao Wushuang shook the tip of his spear.

The flames fell, leaving an obvious trace in the air, and finally fell lightly into the Qingjiang River.

Compared with the majesty of the Qingjiang River, this pea-sized flame was insignificant, but when this flame really fell into the river, the entire Qingjiang River boiled.

The vast fog rises, and the three colors reflect the bottom of the river. The water surface of the Qingjiang River drops at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by the wail of the dragon.

Chill burst out, trying to freeze the river, but the next moment it was completely burned by the Samadhi fire.

For a moment and three moments, under the gaze of countless people, the mighty Qingjiang River was burned dry, revealing the cracked river bed. At this time, the Samadhi Fire was extinguished due to exhaustion of power.

"A substitute for death?"

Falling down, Zhao Wushuang found a broken dragon tail at the bottom of the river, following the induction between Qi and Qi.

Phew, the breeze blew, and the dragon's tail turned into ashes.

"The first time I was decapitated, this time my tail was cut off. I was really impressed that I was able to escape and ascend to heaven."

"But do you think you can really survive this way?"

The Yin Shen came out of his body, sensed the energy between heaven and earth, locked the position of Qixuan Dragon Lord, and controlled the Liyan Bird. Zhao Wushuang immediately chased after him, with the pungent smell of blood lingering on his body, which was the manifestation of murderous intent.

After suffering this loss, Qixuan Longjun must be more cautious. He missed the opportunity to beat the drowned dog today. It will be very difficult to kill it in the future.

And such a great demon with great hatred and strong strength will definitely bring a lot of trouble to the Dali Dynasty.

"I didn't expect that the Dali Dynasty would send King Dongli Zhao Wushuang to Pingyang County."

There was an exclamation, and after Zhao Wushuang left, the figures of two ghost girls, one black and one white, quietly appeared. Although they were standing there, no one found any trace of them.

"Yes, among the four kings of Dali, King Dongli is the most murderous and is the real killing star. The most important thing is that he actually built the Flame Mountain, which really surprised the ghost."

After hearing what the female ghost in black said, the female ghost in white also spoke.

"I don't know if Lord Qixuan Long can escape his pursuit."

Thinking of the dragon king who cut off his tail to survive, the female ghost in white added, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

Hearing this, the female ghost in black shook her head.

"It's just a deal. His life and death has nothing to do with us. He wanted to devour us before."

They had already speculated that the Dali Dynasty might send a real Yin Shen to Pingyang County, but they did not know who he was or whether he had arrived.

So they helped the Qixuan Dragon Lord out of trouble, which not only gave them an extra ally, but also used it as a guide to test the reaction of the Dali Dynasty.

The result was as they expected, the Dali Dynasty indeed recruited a real Yin Shen, but what they didn't expect was that the person coming would be the King of Dongli, Zhao Wushuang.

"It seems that the Dali Dynasty really wants to kill all the wild people, so it let this killer take action."

"Let's go, we should take the news back. Maybe the Ghost Mother will reward us this time."

After collecting the aura left on the battlefield and confirming that no information was missing, the female ghost in black spoke again.

Hearing this, the female ghost in white nodded, a look of expectation flashing in her eyes.

This time they not only successfully released the trapped Qixuan Dragon King, but also got the important news that Zhao Wushuang had built the Flame Mountain. The Ghost Mother must be happy, and it is normal for her to be rewarded.

Taking out a token-like thing, the ghost power flows, and the figure of the black and white ghost girl slowly disappears, and the token is engraved with the shadow of a red building.

In Jinyang City, standing on top of the clouds, looking at the dry Qingjiang River outside the city, Zhang Chunyi was silent.

Compared to monks in the Sanren Realm, monks in the Real Realm Realm really have a bit of a fairy-god vibe. They can burn rivers with a single movement of their hands. This method is no different from that of a fairy-god in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Interior location, interior secret method."

After watching the battle between Zhao Wushuang and Qixuan Longjun from a distance, what touched Zhang Chunyi the most was Zhao Wushuang's control of the interior locations.

No matter in terms of cultivation or experience, Zhao Wushuang is not as good as the old dragon Lord Qixuan, but he easily defeated him and even forced the opponent to cut off his tail to survive. He relied on the blessing of the inner scene to burst out The power to transcend boundaries.

"I also have control over interior locations, but my utilization of interior locations is too inefficient."

"I need to develop the inner scene secret method very quickly, so that I can live up to my heritage."

Thoughts were swirling in his mind, and Zhang Chunyi thought a lot at this moment.

I will write more tomorrow, I can’t finish it today.