Chapter 550 Dragon Slaying Platform, True Words and Deeds

With just one word, Dong Qiushui, who was thousands of miles away, appeared directly on the street.

Elder Lou Da said with some surprise:

"Confucianism's power of speaking and teaching can actually reach this point?"

Since the death of the last Confucian saint, to this day, there has been no saint in hundreds of thousands of years.

Since then, he has slowly faded out of the world of spiritual practice. Some of the disciples from major academies have begun to enter the world to educate the people, while others have gone to temples to assist the kings of the world.

Gradually, except for the Confucian disciples who themselves have Confucian heritage, only a very small number of people truly understand the power of Confucianism.

The owner of Yizhu Building slowly opened his mouth and said:

"If it's not impossible, it's because the Confucian disciples of later generations were obsessed with temples and education, and their knowledge was too shallow. Even if they studied for a lifetime, they couldn't keep a few taels of awe-inspiring aura in their stomachs, let alone mold their literary minds with their own awe-inspiring aura."

“If even the literary mind cannot shape itself, how much power can it have if its words and expressions are followed by force?”

"Without the power to speak out the Dharma, in order to protect themselves, many Confucian disciples began to practice martial arts and Taoist techniques."

"As a result, there will be less time for studying and learning."

"Over time, the power of speaking and teaching has gradually become a Confucian trick to flatter the temple."

"When you meet a martial artist, a military strategist or a real Taoist master, you can only beg for mercy."

"If it weren't for the support of those old gentlemen, Confucianism would have been expelled from the spiritual world long ago."

At the end of the sentence, the face of Yizhu Tower Master was full of pain and sorrow.

Elder Lou Da said with a sudden look on his face:

"No wonder since the death of the last generation of calligraphers, Confucian disciples have rarely appeared on the battlefield of the battle between heaven and demons."

And while the two were talking, there was a loud "boom" and the entire Relic Pearl Tower trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of cold aura full of murderous intent suddenly enveloped the entire world.

In an instant, the entire old Dragon City went from midsummer to cold winter.

The owner of Yi Zhu Tower was very familiar with this aura, and immediately looked intently at the figure in front of the ghost owner in the spiritual mirror.

Then he saw that Dong Qiushui's aura fluctuated around him, spreading crazily in all directions like purple waves with a golden edge.

At the same time, Dong Qiushui's body suddenly grew taller, and his physique grew stronger.

In the blink of an eye, Dong Qiu Shui transformed into a monster with a body as strong as a monster, a dragon head and body, dragon horns on its head, and golden purple flames flying around its body.

After seeing this specific soul clearly, the owner of Yizhu Tower was very surprised and said:

"This Dong Qiushui actually relied on the blood power of the dragon horn to cultivate a true dragon body!"

The fact that Dong Qiushui of Biyou Palace found the real dragon's spine and horns in the old dragon court was no longer a secret in the Sea of ​​Dry Stones.

It's just that the owner of the Relics Tower didn't expect that Dong Qiushui would actually cultivate the body of a true dragon by relying on the power of blood remaining in these two true dragon bones.

Elder Lou Da in the other spiritual mirror said with a surprised look on his face:

"This Dong Qiushui is not a martial artist, why should he cultivate the dragon body?"

Elder Lou's words seemed to wake up the owner of Yi Zhu. He was staring at Dong Qiushui in the spiritual mirror in front of him and murmured:

"I heard that Dong Qiushui got in addition to the two real dragon bones in the old dragon court secret realm, he also got a dragon clan magic weapon."

Elder Lou was even more puzzled when he heard this, and immediately asked:

"It's not that the Dragon Divine Weapon only has dragon blood..."

When he said this, he suddenly opened his mouth half-open, looking at Dong Qiushui's body in the spiritual mirror with a look of horror on his face and said:

"It turns out that for the past eight hundred years, Dong Qiushui gave up his original practice of the Tongyou Cave Ming Kung Fu and concentrated on refining the true dragon's bones, all in order to control the dragon divine weapon!"

Rumble…

While the two were talking, thunder suddenly broke out over the street in the spiritual mirror.

Immediately afterwards, Dong Qiushui was seen struggling to break away from the constraints of the words that Haoran had transformed before, raising his arms, looking up to the sky and shouting:

"Lei Yao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky above the street suddenly became as bright as day, and a silver-white fireball broke through the clouds and fog, falling from the sky.

"boom!"

Finally, when the fireball was about to hit the ground, it suddenly turned into a three-pointed two-edged halberd, which was firmly held in Dong Qiushui's hand.

Dong Qiushui, who was holding the three-pointed two-edged halberd of the Dragon Divine Weapon, saw his power surge again.

Even the monks who were watching the battle in front of the spiritual mirror could still see his terrifying fighting power at this moment from the strong wind stirred up by his aura.

"Don't say that you are not a true saint. Even if you are the Confucian saint alive, with this Lei Ya here, I, Dong Qiushui, will still kill you!"

Dong Qiushui, who was holding the Dragon Divine Weapon Lei Ya, roared at the ghost master with murderous intent, then raised the Lei Ya in his hand and stabbed the ghost master suddenly.

"boom!"

At the moment when the thunder was pierced, the violent thunder with the aura of destruction filled the entire street like a torrent in an instant, and rushed towards the ghost master in front and Xu Taiping and others behind him.

"boom!"

In just a moment, most of the aura of aura that wrapped around Dong Qiushui like chains was shattered by the violent thunder.

Seeing this scene, even masters such as Master Yizhu and Elder Lou couldn't help but feel palpitations.

The Dragon Divine Weapon already has the power to dismantle armor and break spells, but now it has such killing power that is comparable to that of an immortal sword. Who can stop it?

But just when the two of them were so worried, the ghost master holding the bamboo slip in the spiritual mirror took another swig of the Tibetan Immortal Brew and pointed to the sky with great heroism:

"Why serve gold and swallow white jade?"

"I will chop off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh, so that it cannot turn back in the morning and cannot lie down at night."

"Naturally, the old will not die, and the young will not cry."

Almost at the same time when the ghost master finished chanting, the great spirit that the ghost master used to restrain Dong Qiu Shui was completely swallowed up by the silver-white thunder like a torrent.

But the next moment, a ball of golden light suddenly lit up in the direction of the ghost master's finger, and then fell from the sky.

"Bang!"

Amidst the loud tremors, a dragon-slaying platform fell from the sky and fell heavily on the street.

Along with the dragon-slaying platform, there was also a murderous sword intent that seemed to be able to cut off even the soul of a cultivator, and a surging sword aura flying around the dragon-slaying platform.

"Boom!"

When the silver-white thunder aura summoned by Dong Qiu Shui with the dragon god weapon collided with the sword aura around the dragon-slaying platform, the street where Xu Taiping and the others were located shook violently again.

After the collision stopped, everyone in front of the spirit mirror saw with horror that Dong Qiushui's thunder energy, which was like a torrent, had already dissipated.

He himself was also shaken back by the recoil force caused by the collision between the sword energy and the thunder energy.

The nine layers of thunder energy around him were also broken by the sword energy overflowing from the dragon-slaying platform.

The second ghost master was still calm.

He put down the wine gourd, squinted his eyes and stared at Dong Qiushui who had just stood still, and said with a drunken tone:

"The last few real dragons in this world were all killed by the sages of my Confucianism. How dare you, a scumbag, speak in front of me?"

As if to help him, thunder suddenly roared in the night sky.

For a moment, Dong Qiushui's face was ashen, and his eyes were no longer arrogant, but full of fear.