All-round spiritual master, the master is messing up again

Feng Yuxuan had just put the person down when he turned around and saw Long Yi's body falling. His eyes instantly turned red and he didn't care about Gu Qinghan anymore and just rushed over.

Holding Long Yi's body in his arms, Feng Yuxuan realized how badly he was injured. All the bones in his body were almost shattered, and blood was still flowing from his mouth and nose. His vertical pupils had long lost focus. He couldn't believe it, and didn't even dare to check his breath.

Gu Qinghan covered the bloody hole on his right shoulder and moved towards Feng Yuxuan step by step. When he saw the situation clearly, his eyes were already filled with tears.

She didn't cry, but tears kept welling up in her eyes. She couldn't understand why he was so persistent and why he had to sacrifice his life for it.

There were dozens of disciples behind him watching this scene, feeling bitter in their hearts. No one believed that a young man could defeat Qinglong, but no one dared to face Qinglong like this young man.

"Master, there is no time to grieve. Qinglong seems to be in a bad condition."

Before Gu Qinghan could vent his emotions, Yuan's voice transmission was urgent again. Looking up, he saw the green dragon tumbling in the air, dragon scales and blood falling continuously, and bursts of wailing were endless. Everyone who heard it could feel its pain.

Feng Yuxuan was the first one who couldn't help himself and flew forward. If he couldn't kill it, he would use its blood to commemorate Long Yi's death!

"The third move of the Moon Chanting Wind Sutra is to draw the moon into the wind."

As he spoke, wind started to blow from all directions, and wind blades attacked Qinglong in a disorderly manner. The biggest feature of his moves was that they were disorganized and unexpected, and it was hard to cope with them, and Qinglong was no exception.

Its bloodshot eyes grew darker and darker, and it let out a long cry before falling straight to the ground, smashing many trees.

Feng Yuxuan also looked at his hands in disbelief. How could he, a top spiritual master, defeat Azure Dragon? Is this possible?

Gu Qinghan rushed over and looked at Qinglong's body, also with eyes full of shock, ah? Long, dead?

Obviously they were overthinking it. Although Qinglong fell down, he was still breathing heavily and his eyes were open, but there was no longer the previous blood color in his eyes, only a faint red.

The wandering cultivators who were picking up dragon scales nearby saw Qinglong fall and wanted to get a piece of the pie, so they swarmed over with daggers in their hands and greed in their eyes.

"Roar!" A dragon's roar pierced the eardrums. A golden dragon lay in front of the green dragon, its eyes scorching, and it looked as if it would knock them down if they took a step forward.

Now they were not so scared anymore. After all, seeing that three spiritual masters could defeat Qinglong, how could they, a group of spiritual kings and even spiritual masters, not be able to defeat them?

A group of people took up fighting stance, ready to attack at any time.

"Fellow Daoists, forgive me for being blunt. We are a group of disciples whose strength is a little lacking, but I still hope you can consider the sect behind us. We didn't conquer Azure Dragon before, so we didn't argue with you. But now that Azure Dragon has been conquered by our people, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to come and share a piece of the pie."

Finally, he was in the right. Han Zhenyu's momentum rose. The people opposite him were a group of old foxes, whose average age was probably forty or fifty years old, but they were still so shameless. This was the most shameless person in the world.

"You can't say that. The Azure Dragon doesn't have an owner. Naturally, whoever has the strength will get it." said a hunchbacked elder, with a gleam in his eyes.

The disciples did not expect this group of people to be so shameless. They were still a group of young people. Not only were they no match for these old foxes in strength, but they were also completely defeated in terms of talking.

"If you don't have the strength, just get out of the way. Even if your sect wants to settle the score, you have to understand the rules of the Ancient Continent. The strong are respected." After saying this, the independent cultivators no longer cared about these disciples and walked towards the Azure Dragon behind them.

There was no other way. Han Zhenyu took the initiative to attack. Their constant tolerance would only allow the cultivators to become more aggressive.

He carried a spiritual beast with him, a golden sword tiger, which was yellow all over. It was already a ninth-level spiritual beast. It looked majestic the moment it appeared, with fierce eyes, staring at the casual cultivator in front of him. With a single leap, he could pounce on a spiritual king.

The strength of a ninth-level spirit beast is already on par with that of a primary-level spirit master, so many independent cultivators are somewhat wary of it. However, they are unwilling to give up the treasures that are within their grasp, and are eager to give it a try.

There is only one ninth-level spirit beast, and three peak spirit kings can definitely deal with it. They have more than three peak spirit kings here, so it is only a matter of time to take down these little things.

There is still more than a day in the secret realm, but the secret realm gives time, but Qinglong will not. It staggered and righted its body, let out a howl, and actually shrank, smaller than Yuan, almost the size of a several-meter-long spirit snake, and the wounds on its body stopped bleeding.

Everyone was looking at this scene in amazement. No one had ever treated Qinglong, so it had always been suffering from new injuries. How come it suddenly started to get better?

"Akan, it's me."

Gu Qinghan had also been paying attention to Qinglong's situation. At first, she really couldn't bear to kill Qinglong, nor did she have the ability to do so. But when it hurt Yuan and Long Yi, she realized that its body had been eroded by the gray fog a long time ago, and now it was a controlled creature. She shouldn't be merciful, so she didn't care about the disciples of the four major sects wanting to take it for themselves. But now, this voice was clearly Long Yi's voice!

He didn't die, and even appeared on Qinglong's body. Why is that?

A group of people watched as Qinglong dragged his wounded body to Gu Qinghan and bent down obediently, as obedient as a spiritual pet. Not only the direct disciples but also the independent cultivators were stunned for a moment. What was going on?

"Jie, Jiezi, what's going on? How did I, him, and Qinglong become one?" Gu Qinghan looked into Qinglong's eyes and found that its eyes were no longer red, but a light golden color. Not as deep and bright as Yuan's, but also golden.

"Ah? Um, this, that, this is a rebirth in a borrowed body, he is lucky, if you have time, bring it to the Domain Ring, I will repair it and make it usable again."

Jiezi's words were a little strange, but she didn't listen carefully. Her mind was full of thoughts about borrowing a body to be reborn. So, could anyone here be reborn by borrowing a body? This was the case for her, and so was it for Long Yi.

"Okay everyone, Qinglong belongs to me now, so don't even think about it. While there is still time, you might as well look for some more treasures in the secret realm. It's better than coming up empty-handed." Gu Qinghan spoke awkwardly, suppressing the doubts in his heart.

Qinglong went to Gu Qinghan, and Yuan also returned to Gu Qinghan.

Everyone looked at the scene of the two dragons and one master, and they became even more hesitant. They were reluctant to give up Qinglong. It was true that Gu Qinghan was just a small spiritual master, but she had two divine dragons by her side. If they fought, they didn't know what their chances of winning would be. And then there was the group of disciples of the sect. They were not strong, but had the support of the sect. It was really a tricky problem.