Dragon and Tiger Taoist

The Rotting Swamp is a dangerous place on the border of the Dali Dynasty. It is full of poisonous miasma and snakes and pythons. People are destined to enter but not to escape.

I don't know when the colorful red mist filled the air and covered the entire swamp.

Chirping, the cry of cracked gold and stone echoed in the swamp, and the shadow of a divine bird loomed in the red mist. It was wrapped in a sea of ​​fire, rushing left and right, trying to break through the blockade of the red mist, but it could never do it.

These red mist appear to be as thin as gauze and soft as water, but they are not damaged by fire or blown away by wind. In fact, they are extremely strong.

"Damn it, when did such a powerful ghost appear within the dynasty?"

Holding a bright silver gun and standing on Li Yanque's back, looking at the seemingly endless red mist that covered the sky and isolated the inside and outside, Dongli Wang Zhao Wushuang's expression turned extremely ugly.

In Jinyang City, he burned Qingjiang with the true fire of Samadhi, and inflicted heavy damage on the Qixuan Dragon King who turned into a ghost, forcing it to cut off its tail to escape. In order to completely solve this problem for the dynasty, he chased him all the way.

Originally, he thought it was a very simple matter. After all, Qixuan Dragon Lord was severely injured by him, but he did not expect that this old demon was as slippery as a loach and had extremely rich means of saving his life. He had it in his hands several times. He narrowly escaped death, and finally joined forces with two great demons to lead him into this trap.

"This red mist is like mist but not mist. It contains seven emotions and six desires, which is fascinating to the mind. I can't delay it any longer."

Feeling the power that was constantly pulling at his soul, Zhao Wushuang's eyes were full of solemnity.

Buzz, the eyebrows are shining, the inner scene of the secret art of the mountain crown is moving, blessing the Li Yanque, the Yin Shen hooks up the silver spear, and a flame of red, yellow and white colors quietly condenses on the tip of Zhao Wushuang's spear, it is The true fire of samadhi.

The sound of scoffing was endless. At the moment when the Samadhi True Fire appeared, the surrounding red mist quickly rolled up, emitting wisps of green smoke. The red mist that had never changed despite being burned by the fire finally changed at this moment, as if Like a living creature, it spontaneously avoids all directions.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Wushuang felt calm.

"Burn the rivers."

Concentrating his mind and using all his strength to activate the interior secret technique, Zhao Wushuang waved the bright silver gun in his hand.

The tip of the spear passed through the void, leaving behind a line of fire. The three colors of red, yellow and white were intertwined. Endless power burst out, evolving into a sea of ​​fire, sweeping across the surrounding area. At this moment, the red mist in the sky continued to recede.

At the same time, outside the red mist, a man and a demon stood side by side, watching this scene silently.

The person is a young woman, wearing a wide-sleeved red gauze skirt, with three thousand hair strands hanging down to her waist, and a red gauze scarf on her face. Her face cannot be seen clearly, but her bright eyes seem to contain autumn water, which makes people look... Can't help but get stuck in it.

The demon is a four-winged cicada demon with a looming feeling of deep cold all over its body, as if it can freeze the void. It is a thousand-year-old demon.

"Ghost Mother, do you really not need my help? Although this boy's Samadhi True Fire is only in its rudiment, it can vaguely restrain your Red Dust Mist. If you really let him escape, it will not be that easy to trap him again. ”

Faintly seeing the three-color sea of ​​fire and feeling the artistic conception of everything burning, the four-winged cicada demon spoke. However, although he said to help, there was no trace of anxiety in his expression.

Hearing this, the woman known as the Ghost Mother turned around and glanced at it.

The autumn water was rippling, as if it contained thousands of amorous feelings. In this look, the four-winged chilling demon's heart palpitated, and he almost fell into it.

The feeling of forest and coldness filled the air, and snow fell in the sky. He broke away from the sinking and looked away. A look of fear flashed deep in the eyes of the four-winged cicada demon.

"Although the mortal world is ten feet long, it can trap all living beings. He cannot get out."

Like the sound of a clear spring, the Ghost Mother spoke. Although her words were very soft, they were filled with unshakable determination.

Hearing this, he lowered his gaze and the four-winged cicada demon said nothing more.

And at this moment, the sea of ​​fog is rolling, as if there is endless red mist rolling in from nothingness, constantly squeezing the blazing sea of ​​three-color fire. No matter how much the sea of ​​three-color fire burns, more red mist will always be born. .

Huh, the blazing sea of ​​fire is extinguished, and the red mist covers the sky, just like the beginning.

Seeing such a scene, the four-winged cicada demon became even more fearful.

Although he was well prepared and set a trap with the Qixuan Dragon Lord as a guide, he was still shocked that the Ghost Mother could so easily suppress Zhao Wushuang, who had mastered the True Fire of Samadhi.

Being in a different place, it would probably be even more miserable than Zhao Wushuang showed.

Time passed, and ten days passed in a blink of an eye. A ghost and a demon were silently guarding outside the red mist.

During this process, Zhao Wushuang also tried to break out many times, but they all failed. Now his struggle has become weaker and weaker.

"It's been ten days, and Old Taoist Qianyang has still not taken action. It seems that he really failed to survive the thunder tribulation."

Smiling strangely, looking at the calm sea of ​​red mist without any ripples, the four-winged chilling demon spoke, with unabashed gloating in his words.

"Ghost Mother, I will truthfully report your achievements this time to King Cicada. I will leave the matters here to you. I still need to go to Tianmen Pass."

After getting the answer he wanted, the four-winged cicada demon didn't want to spend more time with the ghost mother and said goodbye.

Hearing this, she glanced at the clear sky and the ghost mother nodded.

Buzz, the four wings vibrated and turned into a stream of light, and the four-winged chilling demon disappeared instantly.

"Taoist Qianyang, King Hanchan."

Looking at the four-winged chilling demon's back, a sharp light flashed in the ghost mother's eyes and she murmured softly.

"How have Mr. Long been thinking these days? Are you willing to become the deputy landlord of my Red Mansion?"

Withdrawing her gaze towards the sea of ​​red mist, the Ghost Mother spoke again.

It was at this time that the red mist rolled, and a figure was extremely illusory, as if it might dissipate at any time. A pale dragon without a tail appeared from the red mist, and it was the Qixuan Dragon King.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Wushuang was not the only one trapped in the ten feet of red dust, but also the Qixuan Dragon Lord who was acting as a bait. However, the four-winged chilling demon did not know all this. In its eyes, the Qixuan Dragon Lord was acting as a bait. Long Jun has been killed by Zhao Wushuang.

After hearing this and looking at the calm and unassuming ghost mother, Qixuan Longjun was filled with fear.

"Qi Xuan has met the original poster."

The ghost body changed into a human form. Qixuan Longjun bowed to the ghost mother. It is not troublesome for ghosts to change their bodies.

Although he was very unwilling to do so, he learned about the Ghost Mother's methods and faced the Ghost Mother's invitation. Qixuan Longjun still chose to accept it gladly. After all, the real dragon is the one who can be big or small, who can ascend or hide, and he was seriously injured and shaken. Having lost its foundation, it also needs the help of the Ghost Mother to recover from its injuries.

Seeing the Qixuan Dragon Lord like this, ignoring the unwillingness and resentment deep in its eyes, the ghost mother's eyes filled with joy, and at the same time, a black hair quietly appeared on her back.

Looking away, the ghost mother turned her gaze to the red mist again. Through the red mist, she saw Zhao Wushuang, who was sleeping. His face was ferocious and constantly changing, as if he was having a nightmare.

"The world of mortals is full of troubles. Instead of struggling pointlessly, it is better to just sink and seek bliss."

Whispering softly, the three thousand hair strands behind the ghost mother spread endlessly, reaching into the red mist, wrapping the sleeping Zhao Wushuang layer by layer, turning it into a big cocoon.

After doing all this, looking at the sky that remained unchanged, the big stone hanging in the ghost mother's heart finally fell.

"It's time to leave."

All the goals have been achieved, and without any further stop, the ghost mother disappeared in an instant as she swept up ten feet of red dust and took Qixuan Dragon Lord with her.