After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Wei Qing stumbled and ran out at the gate of the Hall of Ceremony, the pain in his body intensified again for some reason, as if a knife kept scraping his flesh, but his headache improved.But he was dizzy, and there were even fragments just now.

He couldn't help but thumped his forehead and asked, what happened to me?Could it be that wearing it back and forth left sequelae?

He shook his head vigorously.

Now is not the time to be hypocritical, the most urgent thing is to find a place where no one is around, so that he can't fall into Ying Lianzi's hands.

Wei Qing staggered towards the gate of the palace as if he was drunk, secretly praying that Mo Xuanfang was still alive.Suddenly the sky shone brightly, and he felt a surge of excitement. It should be the opening of the Dingtian Divine Formation.

He hurriedly looked up, and saw the colorful light spots were so gorgeous that he had to set up a pergola.

I saw a huge golden gate rising in the direction of Ziyun Palace, occupying the entire sky in an instant.

Inside the giant gate are purple clouds and red clouds, banners and banners are flying, and war drums are rumbling.After a while, twelve narrow gates appeared in the golden gate, facing in all directions around the golden gate. Each gate guarded two auspicious beasts, and a huge golden body of the deceased immortal in the middle, each holding a magic weapon in life.

A towering tree, a thousand-layered lotus, a fire wishful thinking, a water purification bottle, a purple gold bow, a silver halberd, an exquisite pagoda, a nine-cauldron bell, and a sky-covering moon hexagram, One is a reincarnation lamp, one is a seven-treasure flower-piercing pestle, and the other is a picture of a myriad of mysterious and yellow swords.

The twelve gates rotated at the same time, and the world was chaotic for a while, and the universe was reversed.

Hearing the sound of killing nearby, Wei Qing felt the world spinning, his whole body was in unbearable pain, his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

At this time, Ying Lianzi had already arrived at the Hall of Palmers in auspicious clouds, and was about to help Lu Fan recover his spiritual power, when he suddenly saw colorful light spots appearing in the sky, and he was so angry that he knew that someone had activated the Dingtian Divine Formation, and he knew he had been fooled , had no choice but to pull Lu Fan into the clouds and leave.

You must know that the only one in the world that can save Mo Xuanfang is the Dingtian Divine Formation, but if the formation is to be fully activated, apart from Ziyun Sect Master himself, the rest need at least ten Hall Masters to work together.

This internal strife was obviously provoked by Ying Lianzi, who wanted Mo Xuanfang's life.

But the other palace masters are different from him, they only want to force Mo Xuanfang to open the Mu Dan, they dare not kill the suzerain, now that they know that the suzerain is in trouble, eight out of ten rushed to help.

The remaining few were red-eyed, and the battle had already escalated at this time, and even the disciples of the outer sect Jiuxiao went up to the mountain to join the battle, and Ziyunzong was in chaos.

At this time, the entire sect was shrouded in the Dingtian Divine Formation, the golden light and black clouds were stirring, and the white snow was accompanied by flying sand and rocks.

Ying Lianzi led Lu Fan to rush left and right in the sky full of magic weapons, and everyone else could submit to him, except him.

Seeing Wei Qing lying down in the snow, he gritted his teeth and cursed "little beast", and took Wei Qing captive to Xiangyun.

When Lu Fan saw Wei Qing, his enemy was extremely jealous, and immediately wanted to slap him to death.

Ying Lianzi blocked Lu Fan with her long sleeves, and snorted coldly: "I knew you were not brother and sister, but I can't kill him now, so it's still useful to keep him."

The master and apprentice took Wei Qing to the gate of the mountain quickly, Ying Lianzi didn't even think about it, and sacrificed the fire lotus palm to boil the enchantment.

Lu Fan was horrified: "Master, why did you forcefully break into the mountain gate? We are traitors and we can't go back."

Ying Lianzi clasped Lu Fan's head with one hand, and said grimly: "Fan'er, you and I are mentors and apprentices, and I treat you sincerely. If you follow me, I will protect your future as a master, but you have to focus on Ziyun Zong, there is nothing you can do about it as a teacher."

After he finished speaking, the strength in his hands increased by three points. Lu Fan felt as uncomfortable as a bone-wracking heartburn. He hurriedly raised his hand and swore: "Master is above, I, Lu Fan, only know the master, and only the master obeys. Ziyunzong counts!" Shit."

Ying Lianzi chuckled, let go and said, "My good disciple, I have treated you well as a teacher. Let me tell you the truth, I am not from the Ziyun sect. You will naturally know who I am in the future."

After he finished speaking, not only Lu Fan was surprised, but even Wei Qing who fell into the cloud and pretended to be dead was also surprised.

Wei Qing secretly opened his eyes, and found that what he could see was a vast forest, and in front of him was the half-disabled sunset, and the sun was still warm, much warmer than Shangzhi Hall.

He thought to himself that the Yukun Mountain Range stretched for thousands of miles, and he didn't know where it was.

The most important thing is, my friend Xuanfang can't find me.

Wei Qing was in a state of anxiety, but above his head were the vicious master and apprentice, and under him was the auspicious cloud that traveled thousands of miles every day.

At this moment, golden light suddenly flourished in the sky, and energy waves like explosions spread around.

A few voiceless sounds of "Dang...dang" were heard in the distance.

"The magic circle is actually done."

Ying Lianzi suddenly stopped Xiangyun, turned her head to look at Ziyunzong, her eyes seemed to want to eat people.

He picked up Wei Qing, fell quickly, and said: "Little bastard, get up."

Wei Qing was immediately thrown out by him, rolled about ten times on the ground, and hit a big rock, screaming in pain.

Ying Lianzi coldly took out an ancient jade hairpin from her bosom, it was the one that Wei Qing lost.

He put the hairpin under Wei Qing's nose, and said darkly, "What's it called? You should be very comfortable smelling this thing."

Wei Qing's heart skipped a beat, he suddenly realized that what Ying Lianzi said was right, the strange pain that had been on his body before had disappeared, could it be all because of this ancient jade hairpin?

Ying Lianzi seemed to know what Wei Qing was thinking, and said to Lu Fan with a sneer, "Fan'er, you are young and ignorant, and I don't blame you for being a teacher. You only know that Duoshe can monopolize the blood of the golden dragon, and you will have great fortune in the future, but you don't know about dragon blood. After all, it is the supreme dharma blood of the dragon clan, its nature is to transform into a dragon, and ordinary mortals who carry this dragon blood will be torn apart within three to five years, and will burst into blood and die."

"Master, so you already know." Lu Fan hurriedly knelt down and was lifted up by Ying Lianzi.

Wei Qing's heart sank to the bottom, it seemed that his identity had already been exposed, and he didn't know how they would torture him.

Lu Fan said again: "However, Master, this little devil has had dragon blood on his body for eight years, and there is no sign of transforming into a dragon. Except for his smaller body, everything is normal.

Master, I practiced the soul-eating technique before, but unfortunately my magic weapon was destroyed by this little devil. I also ask the master to find another soul-eating weapon for me. I will be able to refine the dragon blood and use it for me. "

Ying Lianzi laughed and said: "No wonder I fell in love with you, it was my lost Soul Eater, and you got it."

He then sighed, "But Fan'er, now that the aura is exhausted, I haven't found another Horcrux for more than 1000 years as a teacher. If your Horcrux is gone, it is useless."

Seeing that Lu Fan was silent, Ying Lianzi handed the ancient jade hairpin in front of him: "Look, what's in this hairpin?"

Wei Qing also braced himself up and looked up the hairpin.

I saw Lu Fan tossing the hairpin back and forth for a long time, and suddenly there was a "click", and the white round jade was split into two from the hairpin, and a small amount of dust floated out, bringing out a strange strong fragrance.

"This is..." Lu Fan opened his eyes wide.

Wei Qing screamed again and again, his body suddenly swelled with dragon blood, the pain was unbearable, and tears and snot fell down.

Lu Fan hurriedly closed the jade hairpin, and Wei Qing's cry dropped. Lu Fan couldn't bear it, and asked, "What the hell is this?"

Ying Lianzi said: "This is called Congealed Bone Fragrance, and it is the exclusive secret treasure of the Great Demon King of the Monster Clan. It's very strange, this Congealed Bone Fragrance is originally used by the Monster Clan to give birth to magic power, and it can also give birth to dragons. It has been on my body for more than eight years, not only has it not transformed into a dragon, but it has no abnormalities at all."

He paused, stroking the ancient jade on the hairpin with his fingers, and said: "The reason is all on this jade. Ordinary people only know that this is the ancient jade of ten thousand years, but they don't know that it is the Chiling jade that is abundant in Buzhou Mountain. Buzhou Mountain guards the gods. In the world, Chi Lingyu has been imbued with the spirituality of Buzhou Mountain, and many of them have spirit bodies. Thousands of years ago, the Dragon Lord of the previous generation looked down on all things, and he tamed countless Chi Lingyu.

As he spoke, fascination suddenly appeared on his face, but immediately dimmed again.

Lu Fan said: "Master, so what?"

Ying Lianzi shook her head, as if shaking off her endless melancholy, and then said: "Ning Guxiang and Chi Lingyu represent life and death respectively, but they can be combined to keep the dragon's blood temporarily peaceful. Since the Wei family is a famous family, I don't know Where did you ask for a lot of money to save this kid's life?"

"Then what does Master mean?"

Ying Lianzi glanced at Wei Qing who was lying on the ground, with a vicious look in his eyes, and said, "This little bastard sucked in countless magic energy in the dust whisk of the Blissful Fantasy Sky, causing the magic dragon to wake up early. And for the teacher to observe, this Chi Lingyu's spiritual body is weak, and his spirituality is gradually losing, and it will completely fail in a few days at most. Now I will give him more strength and let him go to Ziyunzong to help us pay for our debts."

"Master, you and Ziyunzong..."

"Hey, stop asking more." Ying Lianzi interrupted Lu Fan, walked up to Wei Qing and looked at him contemptuously.

Wei Qing raised his head, his voice hoarse: "You... are what you said true?"

He felt his consciousness drifting away from him.

Something uncontrollable in the body will break out of the cocoon, it is anger, madness, evil, and deep fear.

It is a vast and boundless force that sweeps everything.

"So what if it's true or false? You will die here soon."

Ying Lianzi looked in the direction of Ziyunzong, where the colorful light spots had turned into giant air currents, rotating powerfully in the night sky.

Mo Xuanfang is about to break free.

"Mo Xuanfang, you have sinned deeply, you deserve it, hahaha..." Ying Lianzi's laughter was scarier than crying, like a ghost in hell.

The cold moon hangs in the sky, and the woods are empty.

A few pieces of torn red cloth on the ground were extremely red in the moonlight.After a while, the red cloth was also blown away by the wind, leaving only the strong fragrance of coagulated bones lingering for a long time.

Ying Lianzi probably poured out all the bone coagulation incense in the hairpin, and Wei Qing had an attack so quickly.

Wei Qing woke up in a frenzy, and the pungent smell of blood wafted in the wind.

He became taller, his head could almost reach the top of the tree, and he saw his arms became thick and long, covered with bloody scales.

And half of the corpse was hanging on the tree branch, and the other half was hanging by his teeth.

He froze in place, unable to tell for a moment whether the pain came from the cruel transformation, or the pleasure of the last blow.

There is a voice in his heart clamoring to tear this world apart, so that he will be free. There is sweet blood under his feet, and it is also a bottomless abyss. If he jumps down, he will never be able to turn back.

He growled mournfully.

Yingluo's voice came from a distance: "Xiaowei... Where are you, Xiaowei?"

The shout was carried far away with the wind, but Wei Qing still couldn't hear it clearly. He turned his head to the side, trying to catch the warmth.

However, a pair of cold swords pierced the top of the head, and blood fell down the rugged scales, blurring his vision.

pain……

The sting of the sword, accompanied by the hard scales penetrating the immature body, every inch of skin was stinging.

I want your life!His blood red eyes swept towards the man who threw the sword.

"The magic dragon...it was the magic dragon who killed our people..." The man shouted tremblingly, turned around and ran away.

Wei Qing shook twice, his weak limbs could not support his huge body, he couldn't run or chase.

The ground was shaking all around, and a large number of disciples of Ziyun Sect were about to kill them. Before the people arrived, the magic weapons went first.

Wei Qing let out a wild roar, and the dragon body suddenly shot out several golden lights, which bounced away countless magic weapons, and the latest batch of magic weapons were wiped out in ashes.

The nearby disciples were all affected by the energy, vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

Forcing hundreds of monks with one's own strength, this is the power that the Dragon Emperor swept away thousands of troops back then, and it is the power that countless people are frightened by.

But this is also Wei Qing's last strength.

He is not the Dragon Emperor, not even a baby dragon, he is a remnant that was forced to grow.

Destined to pay homage to this battlefield with blood.

In the moonlight, several figures flew forward again.

They are the five palace masters who came in a hurry.

Meng Xuanzhen, who was the leader, said: "Unexpectedly, there are demons coming from the area of ​​Ziyunzong. I will see who is not afraid of death. Even if I, Meng Xuanzhen, are exhausted, I will take him down."

While speaking, the speed of the five people was even faster.

At this moment, white light suddenly flourished in the sky, and thousands of wisps of purple air flew out from the place where the white light was at its peak.

The five stood in the air and could not move.

But the purple energy was full of energy, and it captured all the sect disciples further away.

Meng Xuanzhen's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted, "Sect Master, why are you doing this?"

Mo Xuanfang didn't answer, the purple air was cold, and it went to everyone's seven orifices.

"Sect Master...Sect Master's Taixu cut off love?" Luo Baihua, the Master of Shangzhi Palace, said in shock, "Sect Master wants us to forget..." Before he could write the words, he fell asleep in the purple air.

In a moment, the entire hillside was full of Ziyunzong disciples sleeping.

And Wei Qinglong's body was also entangled by this purple energy. Outside his huge body, there was a layer of transparent objects more than others, which was Mo Xuanfang's Daluo golden body.

"Golden body of Da Luo! Dharma protector!"

Mo Xuanfang's voice was extremely soft, but it was like a steel needle piercing the eardrum.

Wei Qing only felt that his body was absorbed by a cold object, and suddenly it was like a tight string. He was like a fish in a net, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape, and he was burned endlessly in the double sky of ice and fire.

He rolled to the ground with all his strength, and the scale armor pierced into his flesh like a thousand swords piercing his heart. He screamed "Aww", and suddenly his body lightened.

The string broke...

Wei Qing had hallucinations again.

He saw a pile of purple clouds floating in the sky, and a figure in white clothes stood on the clouds, Ling Xu was blown by the wind, the white clothes' chest was radiant, and purple energy rushed out.

The whole world is blindingly blinding.

"Little Wei!"

In the fog of illusion, the whole world is left with only this cold and anxious call.