After the rebirth, the old enemy helps me clean up

The surrounding water calmed down after a while, and Lu Chengyang stared closely at the huge monster in front of him that seemed to have escaped its shackles with great strength.

This is indeed a dragon, or a demon dragon, with long horns, wide wings, and translucent black scales. All features are similar to Qiu Xuan, but the figure is several times larger.

But this is obviously not a complete dragon.

Half of its body has a solid shape, but the other half of its body is just a black shadow, vaguely outlines the outline of the long tail.

Xie Jing said: "Its body is recovering."

"Recovery? Qiu Xuan also recovered like this before?"

Lu Chengyang suddenly thought of this.

After his death that year, Qiu Xuan should not have survived, so he must have recovered his physical body by relying on the spiritual energy of Beizhou Mountain in these years, and he did not recover until recently.

"The magic dragon is immortal." Xie Jing continued, "The phoenix has nirvana, and the magic dragon also has the theory of resurrection. The soul is still there, and the body can recover by itself."

Lu Chengyang turned his eyes back to the demon dragon that had not completed its own regeneration, and said, "Then when is this dragon?"

Xie Jing's long eyebrows condensed slightly, and said: "Ancient times."

As soon as he finished speaking, the octagonal fan that escaped earlier broke out eight long bones and turned into a cage, imprisoning the dragon in it.

The magic dragon began to howl lowly, and the black shadow at the end burned like a black firework, and it became chaotic, and there was a sudden noise in the originally silent blue sea.

Qiu Xuan didn't seem so frightened at this time, but he opened his mouth and bit Lu Chengyang's sleeve, trying to pull him away.

Lu Chengyang stroked Qiu Xuan's head a few times, and said, "Stop, stop."

But the dragon still didn't let go, Lu Chengyang had no choice but to use brute force to pull his sleeve away, so a large piece of the sleeve was torn apart, and Qiu Xuan held it in his mouth.

Lu Chengyang said: "The one who can make Qiu Xuan fearful should be the so-called Dragon King."

Xie Jing nodded slightly, and then said, "Dragon God."

If this place is the real Dream Sea, and the magic dragon in front of you is the Dragon God, the ancestor of all dragons, and the voice in your head just said that this place is "home", then——

That female voice is...

Lu Chengyang didn't come to a conclusion for a moment.

At this time, the demon dragon suspected of being a dragon god broke free from the shackles of the octagonal fan bone, its pupils flashed red for an instant, and the dragon's body also recovered by a quarter more at this moment.

Its huge body covered the gloomy water light here.

Lu Chengyang's clear pupils also glowed red at this time, he closed his eyes, but several scenes passed before his eyes like a horse watching flowers.

The woman in the black skirt reappeared, and her face gradually became clear. It can be seen that her facial features are beautiful, and her eyes are as clear as a clear spring.

She opened and closed her lips several times, but no sound came out.

The figure of the woman quickly dissipated, and a man in white with a sword appeared instead.

The man's face was not clear, Lu Chengyang could only perceive that his white clothes were flowing and elegant, but the clothes were soon stained with blood.

Fresh blood dripped from the tip of his sword, and what he clutched tightly in his other hand was a dragon's horn.

The man finally left with the sword, and behind him, the dragon's body disappeared inch by inch, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul.

The pouring rain of blood splashed down on the world, infecting the land and running water.

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"Lu Zang?"

Lu Chengyang was finally called back by Xie Jing.

But the voice lingered like a ghost, and it rang in his ears again at this time——

Kill him, if you don't kill him, you will die.

Stronger and clearer.

Lu Chengyang's heart sank, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, which quickly dispersed into the water waves.

"Xie Jing, you have to stay away from me."

He uttered these words with difficulty.

Xie Jing didn't ask why, but suddenly stretched out her hand to caress his cheek, then hugged him in her arms and said, "I don't want to."

At this time, the red light in Lu Chengyang's eyes was slightly scattered. He raised his head and looked at the pupils of the magic dragon. There seemed to be something boiling in his blood.

The red light in the dragon's eyes was not as frightening as before, and a trace of sadness suddenly flashed across it.

Lu Chengyang is no stranger to this trace of sadness.

But such emotions quickly dissipated in the eyes of the magic dragon.

Its huge body repaired itself at this moment, and its bloody mouth suddenly opened.

Xie Jing let go of Lu Chengyang at this time, and continued to raise a swirling water wave, drawing a barrier.

Qiu Xuan spread his wings and quickly carried Lu Chengyang aside.

But Lu Chengyang quickly unleashed his Qi Sword Zhizhenlai and stepped away from the dragon body.

Sui Zhizhen was summoned at the same time, as well as the thousand-character chain that had been silent for many years.

Countless qi talismans blocked the dragon's body, and Xie Jing's persistence also transformed into thousands of sword shadows, which came from all directions, and merged with the qi talismans, forming one heavy blow after another.

But the magic dragon was only trapped for a moment, and the long tail set off more violent waves, twisting countless qi talismans and sword shadows into one piece, and throwing them several feet away.

Its scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Xie Jing who was holding the Persistence Sword, and the dragon's body was full of hostility, and it went straight to Xie Jing.

Xie Jing folded his sword, stepped out a few ripples steadily, and then swept out a sword to break the hostility.

But the head of the dragon pounced on Xie Jing again after the hostility dissipated.

Layers of water surged through the sea, and clusters of purple light and shadow suddenly appeared.

The light and shadow floated along the water, and slowly condensed into a new palace shape in the deep blue.

Lu Chengyang cast a pair of air blades, slashing through the sudden clusters of light and shadow all the way, and finally pierced the dragon's head after a few moments.

At this moment, the magic dragon let out a mournful cry.

The purple light and blue light surging around were intertwined, and it was endlessly blurred, but the strange thing was that the air blade quickly melted into the dragon's body.

Its crimson pupils seemed to be ignited with a lot of karma, and at this moment it was no longer a mournful cry, but an earth-shattering roar.

In response to this roar, Qiu Xuan's eyes also turned red.

The thousand-layered water waves in the entire sea area began to stir, and the purple light and shadow seemed to have a solid shape, turning into a crystal clear and extremely sharp air blade.

Numerous purple □□ blades condensed into an epee with great radiance, and the sword energy shook, making Lu Chengyang and Xie Jing unable to move for a while.

It was still Xie Jing that the magic dragon was staring at.

Its wild mouth was about to swallow Xie Jing in front of it, but at this moment, the guardian of the persistent sword was immediately propped between the two rows of dragon teeth, making it impossible for the dragon to bite.

At this time, Lu Chengyang tried his best to break free from the bondage brought by the purple light giant sword just now, and then condensed a new air blade.

But just like before, when the air blade approached the dragon, it quickly dissipated its spiritual power, and melted into the dragon's body along the water flow.

There must be inextricable connections between the art of transforming Qi and the magic dragon, and it is even possible that the mentality required for transforming gas comes from the magic dragon family.

But why is there such a dragon imprisoned here?

The flying Eternal Sword made the dragon's mouth overflow with blood, and the blade of the Eternal Sword seemed to be buzzing the moment it was stained with blood.

Lu Chengyang saw the man holding the blood-stained sword in the phantom that floated in his vision just now.

At this time, the demon dragon let out another roar, and shook out the persistent sword, and Lu Chengyang was also shaken away by the churning water for a long distance.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings were once again filled with purple light.

The furious dragon was still locked on Xie Jing, and countless new purple □□ blades gathered around Xie Jing who was holding Persistence, as if to block all his escape routes.

At this time, Qiuxuan passed through several layers of water waves again, and lifted Lu Chengyang heavily, as if to carry him away from here.

Lu Chengyang patted his head, and Qiu Xuan was attracted by the profound art, and flew to the periphery surrounded by purple blades.

Maybe it wasn't his illusion, the magic dragon didn't have much interest in him from the beginning, it seemed that he had been chasing Xie Jing all the time.

Thinking of this, Lu Chengyang did not condense the Qi Blade any more, but tried to gather his spiritual power, and summoned the Chi Yan obtained from Pei Miaomiao's body.

At the same time, he looked at Xie Jing.

Xie Jing nodded slightly at this moment.

Lu Chengyang pursed his lower lip slightly, the scarlet flames burst into red light, split into countless sword shadows, and moved towards the body of the dragon.

At the same time, countless red light lotuses were born at the same time, facing the tide and hitting the purple blades one after another.

This is the Return of the Thousand Swords that belongs exclusively to the Blood Clothes Immortal.

The purple light was faint at this time, although Xie Jing himself had not completely broken through the shackles of the center of the purple light, but his seven phantom bodies appeared outside the purple light.

The seven illusory bodies recited the formula at the same time, the hostility around the dragon's body gradually disappeared, his eyes slightly closed, his physical body gradually receded, and he returned to the state of primordial spirit.

At this moment, the faded purple light was scattered into tiny fragments, and a palace was rebuilt.

The primordial spirit of the magic dragon finally swam slowly to the purple light hall.

Lu Chengyang recalled Chi Yan, and Xie Jing also retracted the seven phantom bodies.

The octagonal fan also returned to its usual form, but it was stained with a few drops of blood.

"Xie Jing, the bone on the octagonal fan may be the bone of the dragon."

He just had such a strong intuition.

The bones of divine beasts can be refined to become spiritual weapons that can fight against similar divine beasts.

The eight-edged fan is likely to be one of these spiritual artifacts.

Xie Jing said: "It is indeed possible."

He looked down at the octagonal fan, and then looked back at the strange purple light hall.

"Not only the eight-edged fan, but even the giant bone in the statue of Shenling may also come from the magic dragon."

Hearing this, Lu Chengyang nodded first, and then asked: "Did you get hurt just now?"

Xie Jing picked up his hand and said, "I should ask you."

Just now I couldn't say it was a fierce fight, but it was also quite thrilling.

After all, there are very few people in the world who can stand against such a big dragon head-on.

The water light was a little brighter at this time.

The underwater realm didn't go quiet just yet, the wind wearing golden light will appear again, and the two leaders on the left and right hold the Sun Candle Sword and Taiyin Youying Sword respectively.

It was the wind holding the ancient sword that chopped off the passage leading to this place. At this time, they reappeared and swung the two ancient swords again, splitting the water area in half and splitting a sky.

"It's better to leave this place first." Lu Chengyang said to Xie Jing.

Xie Jing responded.

Qiuxuan spread his wings first and flew, Lu Chengyang stepped onto Chiyan, and Xie Jingyu followed closely behind.

Traveling to the sky above the sea area, Lu Chengyang looked down with his sword, only to see that the sea surface rejoined to its original appearance, and the wind general also slowly sank below the sea surface.

But just now when he raised his head, he only felt that the spiritual power in the sea of ​​air was dissipated at this moment.

The dragon soul carrying the primordial spirit suddenly rushed out of the sea again, and a huge figure enveloped the sky above the sea area. He and Xie Jing fell into the sea at the same time, and their eyes slipped into a gloomy scene.