Chapter 355: Blood of the True Dragon

In his previous life, his sword heart was clear, but it didn't mean that his state of mind was truly harmonious and flawless, without any flaws.

It's just that there are some things that he hasn't experienced. There are some things that he never had.

The fetter of 'Zong Shou' is also fettering him at this moment. Yiren, Xue'er, in the previous life, no one treated him so well——

At that time, he was a lonely ghost with nothing, a loose swordsman, and he was never able to find any retreat or escape strategy for himself. In every battle, he tried his best, fought hard, or was forced, or intentionally put himself in a near-death situation, and finally survived to the end.

It is precisely because of this that he gradually does not take his own life seriously. People who have been rolling on the tip of their knives all year round have the fear of death reduced to the lowest level and look down on life and death.

Even if it wasn't for his pursuit of the ultimate in swordsmanship, which remained unchanged, Zong Shou even doubted whether he would have become a walking dead long before he broke through to the heaven.

But at this moment, his sword hesitated and became weak. The transparent sword heart also has a flaw.

But this is also an opportunity, if he didn't experience these, he would not be able to make up for this shortcoming in his life.

The reason why the Qingyin men send their disciples to the mortal world and even brothels for experience is the same reason. Let the disciples experience everything in the world, so as to form their own way of life.

Several groans suddenly sounded in this cave. Zong Shou also finally remembered that there were still two or three living people inside, who hadn't died cleanly.

Frowning, Zong Shou walked up to Zong Yang. I don't know when this son broke through the innate realm. His chest was blown to pieces, but he didn't die for a while. Was breathing heavily.

Seeing Zong Shou's arrival, Zong Yang only felt hopeless. Half a quarter of an hour ago, he thought that there were nearly twenty seventh-rank powerhouses in this sect. Several Xuanwu masters have become famous for a long time. No matter how you think about it, this guy shouldn't be half alive.

But in the end, just as he felt satisfied, Zong Shou punched his chest to pieces. Then he watched a massacre.

The strong smell of blood hits the nostrils. Hun's murderous look made people's minds go blank. Nausea and want to vomit.

However, Zong Shou only gave him a cold look. Just turn around and leave. But Zong Yang's heart sank, feeling the sharp pain in the chest and abdomen, and all fear disappeared immediately.

"Don't go, kill me!"

Zong Shou just pretended not to hear. There was no intention of stopping at all. Shumi Group 2 Zong Yang's chest and abdomen were shattered, nearly 30% of his internal organs were shattered, his spine was broken, and his limbs could no longer move.

Unless it is an elixir-level elixir, even the most brilliant medical sage in the cloud world at this time can't save his life, and he can only wait for death in pain. He also can't be the one to make troubles.

Zong Yang refused to wait any longer. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I know why Xue Suifan came to Julong Mountain! I'm plotting against you here, but I just met Xiongyu and invited me. I just did it on a temporary basis."

Hearing this, Zong Shou finally frowned. He stopped. He thought that it was indeed this male yu, the only purpose of inviting these powerful men over was probably to kill him here.

What a princess Xuanyu!

Zong Yang was slightly overjoyed, thinking that Zong Shou was interested in this matter, but at the moment he didn't dare to make a fuss, and before Zong Shou asked, he said directly: "About a hundred years ago, there was a man named Xuan Lang Venerable, because Therefore, he rebelled against the sea. According to legend, it came from the Juelong City. Countless treasures were swept away—”

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows lightly, showing a mocking look. treasure? Except for those big families who have accumulated more than ten thousand years. When it comes to the richness of the body, how many people can compare with him, Zong Shou?

He just didn't want to buy those precious panacea in the market. Those spirit tools don't fit the hand, and they don't want to spend money on it.

Therefore, no matter what the Venerable Xuanlang brought out, he would not care. But in an instant, Zong Yang said with difficulty: "It is said that there are more than a dozen spiritual weapons in it, all of which are above the seventh rank, and a few of them are specially made for the dragon clan. Most of them have been recovered by Juelong City. But only the nine drops of ancient true dragon blood in it still haven't fallen."

"True dragon blood?"

Zong Shou whispered in astonishment, if it is this thing, it is no wonder that there are so many people entering this Julong Mountain.

I just felt that there was another moxibustion fever in the right arm. This is the Thunderwing Sun Snake. Ever since he saw the sword marks on your mural, this guy has reacted from time to time.

Speaking of which, if there is real blood of a real dragon, this Thunder Winged Sun Snake might be able to transform into a dragon in no time, get the blood of a real dragon, and maybe even reshape its body.

"Exactly-a good-looking novel:! Legend has it that it was obtained from slaughtering real dragons thousands of years ago in Absolute Dragon City, and it has been kept in storage until now—"

Zong Yang has been tortured by the pain to the point where he is about to lose his sanity. But he didn't dare to hide anything in his words, fearing that Zongshou would just leave.

In my heart, I feel even more like thousands of ants and insects, gnawing at my heart.

He used to regard Zong Shou as an ant and useless person, and never took him seriously. But at this time, he needs the other party to let himself die happily.

Regardless of his strategy or his own strength, Zong Yang was completely defeated.

And secretly resented, if Zong Shou didn't conceal his strength, then he would be the real Son of Heaven of Qiantian Mountain! How can I have a different heart?

No matter how big your ambitions are, let them go!

Even with that, he also hated the Xue family.

"It is said that after Juelong City killed Venerable Xuanlang, it consumed countless beast crystals several times and used secret methods to find its whereabouts, but there was no result. Therefore, some people suspect that Xuanlang will be able to find it if he finds a map."

Zong Shou suddenly realized that Julong Mountain was the place where the old man Yinlong lived in seclusion in the past, and his thoughts remained here, implying the breath of a real dragon. It is indeed an excellent way to hide the blood of the real dragon here.

He reached out again, and took all the belongings of Xueshafan into his hands. Sure enough, there was a map drawn on silk. It is similar to what Jin Buhui gave him before. It's just that there are many cave passages, especially the upper left side, where the blank part of Haoxuanzong is still intact.

And the location of the real dragon's blood is marked in a passage on the upper left.

Zong Shou didn't know whether the map was true or not for a while, and after slightly frowning, he asked curiously: "Since there is a map, why didn't Xueshafan go to search for the blood of the real dragon first, but instead attacked me. Get the exact map If it's news, he's not the only one who is right - other book friends are reading:."

It was not surprising to ask Zong Yang about this, and he smiled mockingly: "Although there is a picture, but I have been unable to get in. For this picture, Xueshafan spent a whole thousand fourth-order beast crystals, but the result was is fake."

Zong Shou frowned, but did not comment. After thinking about it, a finger force popped out, completely crushing Zong Yang's brain.

Seeing this person die with my own eyes, I feel quite sad in my heart. In the soul, the part that belonged to the previous 'Zongshou' seems to have disappeared.

After that, he changed into clean clothes again, and while throwing away the bloody clothes, he rubbed his own sleeves again, and sighed helplessly.

In addition, not long ago, the two that killed the two mutated magic crystal fire ants, which were integrated with the mind, and copied the Yunyan flying knife with the sword intent of Jingyun God, had already consumed as many as four pieces.

In the past few months, he has only cultivated a total of eight such knives. The remaining 20 pieces only have a slight sense of the mind, and can only barely change direction twice, and there is no sword intent attached to them, the power is too weak.

The situation in the outer cave room is so treacherous, and I don't know if I can handle it.

In short, this place is no longer a place to stay for a long time. Zong Shou didn't care anymore, and those who were seriously injured and dying strode away.

However, when Zong Shou arrived at the place where he was first attacked after half an hour, Zong Yuan was nowhere to be seen.

Not only Zong Yuan, but also Gong Yue, who has been following him step by step, also disappeared.

The only consolation is that there are no other traces around this place except for three corpses and some hidden weapons scattered around. Thinking about these two guys, they should have thrown themselves in without a hitch,

Zong Shou suddenly felt a headache, thinking that it is not easy to find two people in this mire that extends in all directions. How is it different from finding a needle in a haystack?

He could only shake his head secretly, as Jin Buhui said, everyone has their own opportunities.

Maybe Zong Yuan, Gong Yue and the others would gain something after leaving him.

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"Zong Shou!"

While speaking, with heart-wrenching hatred, Yue Linghuan punched heavily on the stone wall next to him.

His martial art is not in boxing. With a full blow, the blood and flesh of his fingers were immediately blurred.

Yue Linghuan didn't notice it at all, he just thought the pain wasn't enough, couldn't suppress the hatred in his heart, and the faint fear——

"This subordinate has never seen such a terrifying person in this life!"

The one who spoke at this moment was an old man with gray hair and silver armor. The luster in the eyes flickered, revealing the color of horror.

"I have seen those strong men in the heavenly realm and the day-traveling realm before. But I feel that they are not so human, with such power. The sword is dead, and the fist is dead. This person's martial arts ideas are so high that I am afraid It was the Martial Emperor that day, and he couldn't compare. A figure like Xue Suifan, even three Xuanwu peaks like me, can suppress him. But he only blocked six blows—"

This old man in silver armor is also at the peak of Xuanwu!

"—Returning to the Sun! He's only fourteen years old!"

Another spiritual master next to him also smiled bitterly, and then pointed out the key to this failure: "If only that's the case, it's fine! I'll definitely be able to kill you later. The key is that this kid is decisive and ruthless enough to attack." , Straight to the point. His martial arts is also a one-or-done approach, and he does not care about his own life or death. Just like this, others can only die, and only he can live. Watching his battle, his style is bloody and domineering. The moves are simple and sharp, if there were not thousands of bloody battles, it would never have been like this! Those rumors are probably 70% true! I wonder, how could the son of Zong Weiran be really useless?"