Dragon King relies on green tea

Under Ye Junche's mobilization of spiritual power and blood energy, the aura from the Hibiscus Sacred Tree spread out in the exquisite cover.

Under the sacred tree, evil is suppressed and evil is eliminated, and all demons are retreated.

Under the spiritual power of the Hibiscus Sacred Tree, the turbid demon energy in the Linglong Cover dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the clamoring voice in Zisang Yanshu's heart also quieted down, he was in a trance for a while, he couldn't stand upright, and fell towards Ye Junche.

Seeing this, Feng Wei, who had just recovered, immediately stepped forward and channeled his spiritual power into him.

Feng Wei furrowed her brows tightly, and said worriedly: "No, the influence of evil spirit on Zisang is getting worse and worse, if things go on like this, I'm afraid he will lose his mind."

Gentle spiritual power continued to circulate in Zisang Yanshu's meridians until his breath stabilized, Ye Junche said calmly: "No, I won't let Yanshu fascinate his mind, the Fusang sacred tree can calm his mania , naturally there is a way to get rid of the evil spirit in his body."

It was only then that Ye Junche noticed that from the beginning to the end, Feng Wei always called him Shenjun, so he asked, "You always call me Shenjun, does Patriarch Feng know that I am the reincarnation of Jianxu Shenjun?"

"Yeah." Feng Wei nodded in response, "I knew it a long time ago. It wasn't Zisang who told me, but I guessed it. He has been hiding it very well all this time. Even Brother Mingyu didn't know about it, but he didn't know about it. It's not hard to guess."

"There are very few people in the Three Realms that Zisang cares about. When I saw him with a painter by his side 300 years ago, I guessed that the gods still had a glimmer of hope. Come out, then the Fusang Sacred Tree can also be revived, so the first time I saw you, I knew you were a divine monarch."

Zi Sang Yanshu, who had just recovered, held his still-swollen head, and glared at Feng Wei dissatisfiedly: "You're a stinking bird, can you stop talking?"

When talking to Feng Wei, Zi Sang Yanshu never knew what it means to be polite, and he was much less oppressed and restrained. Perhaps when facing Feng Wei, he could not make any pretense.

Putting on the Linglong hood, Ye Junche could feel the breath from the source. He put one hand on the Linglong hood to confirm that the breath of the Linglong hood really came from the sacred tree.

Resonating from the source, Ye Junche tried to perceive the Linglong Mask, and tried to control the Linglong Mask.

Before finding out where the imprint of the Linglong Hood is, Zi Sang Yanshu pulled him away, explaining: "The Linglong Hood was forged by brother Jian Xu to protect the gods of the heavens, but it was torn up by me 3000 years ago. The Linglong Cover has been re-refined, even if there is still some remaining original power, you can't control it."

While speaking, Zi Sang Yanshu, who had just recovered, had already summoned the White Dragon Umbrella. After the transformation faded, his silver-white hair moved without wind, and his whole body was full of chilling aura.

The white dragon umbrella turned into a sharp sword in the hands of Zisang Yanshu, and the cold light burst out, making people shudder from a distance.

Zi Sang Yanshu turned his head to the side, and said to Feng Wei: "Be careful about Ah Che, I'm here to tear off the Linglong cover!"

Unprecedented powerful spiritual power unfolded in the Linglong hood, Feng Wei immediately used her phoenix feathers to protect herself and Ye Junche inside, so that they were not impacted by Zi Sang Yanshu's spiritual power.

Ye Junche has always heard Chi An and Shisi talk about how powerful Zisang Yanshu is, and Zisang Yanshu has always shown himself like a gentle and elegant literati in front of him.

Until the moment when the White Dragon Sword was held in his hand, this was the Dragon King of the South China Sea that made the Three Realms tremble.

When the Dragon King was angry, the mountains and seas toppled over, and the entire Danxue Mountain was trembling. The sky above Danxue Mountain was constantly thundering and lightning, and the huge thunder kept hitting Danxue Mountain.

Under the abnormal movement of one side of the world, the heavens felt the sensation, and they all went to the spiritual platform to find out, but under the demonic energy, they couldn't see anything clearly.

The god seals of all the god statues in Tingcheng, Huaizhou, and Danzhou have been erased, and the gods in the heavens cannot see what happened in the three cities at all.

Under the huge thunder, Zisang Yanshu's sword shattered the Linglong Cover, and pieces fell to the ground.

The moment the exquisite hood shattered, countless strong demonic energy rushed towards the three of them.

When the demonic energy approached, Zi Sang Yanshu once again used the White Dragon Sword to cover Ye Junche and Feng Wei with an umbrella, and said: "Wait here, I will clean up Feng Yi."

"Be careful!"

Regarding the fight, Ye Junche knew that he couldn't help, his blood could clear away demonic barriers, so he cut his palm and drew a talisman with blood, and handed a talisman to Zi Sang Yanshu, and put it on the brocade gift to him when they first met. in the bag.

When the Linglong cover was broken, the entire Danxue Mountain was shaking, Feng Yi naturally felt it too.

Of course Feng Yi knew that the Linglong Cover could not trap Zisang Yanshu, so using the Linglong Cover to stop him for a moment was also buying time for himself, so that he would have enough time to absorb the energy and blood of the remaining creatures.

When Zi Sang Yanshu found Feng Yi at the top of the Phoenix, what he saw was a stronger demonic energy, and there were dried up corpses all over the place.

At this time, Feng Yi was completely possessed, with black magic lines all over his body and even his cheeks, his eyes were scarlet and only murderous, no different from when he was out of control.

At this time, among the withered corpses lying on the ground, he stretched out a hand, tightly grasping the corner of Zisang Yanshu's clothes, and pulled it out.

Zi Sang Yanshu looked down and saw that the man had been sucked dry of energy and blood, and he was almost out of shape. He almost screamed from his throat, calling Zi Sang Yanshu: "Sir...is that you?"

After looking at it for a long time, he recognized the man from the outline. It was Jing Qian's father Jing Lian.

Tingcheng was killed for many days, and the corpses in the two cities were strewn across the fields. He had a premonition that Jinglian might be more ominous, but right now he was lying on the ground, and he almost used all his strength to grab the hem of his clothes, as if grabbing a life-saving straw. Same for help.

However, Zisang Yanshu can only kill people, so there is no way to save people.

After hesitating for a moment, Zisang Yanshu only thought of cutting off the palm of his hand and using his own blood to continue his life.

But Jing Lian's blood has been sucked dry, even if there is dragon's blood, it is of little use.

It was an old friend meeting, and seeing Zisang Yanshu hurting his spirits for ordinary people, Feng Yi, who was about to make a move, actually stopped, just like watching a good show, giving him time to reminisce about his old wounds.

Zisang Yanshu helped Jing Lian to sit up under the boulder, and fed his own blood to Jing Lian little by little. When Jing Lian regained some strength, he held Zisang Yanshu's hand and covered his wound, feeling weak. Shaking his head at him: "Sir, this old man is about to die, so don't waste your efforts in vain, sir."

He has already lost his energy, blood and energy, how can Zi Sang Yanshu not see that Jing Lian is about to die, but...

Knowing this, he still wanted to try again.

It wasn't until the moment Jing Lian covered his wound that he had no choice but to accept this fact.