The villain has a white moonlight

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the flute from the top of the mountain fell from the clouds, like gossamer silk, captivating the soul, the lake water seemed to be boiled, violently boiling and rolling, the ship shook violently again, Ji Wuxian stood on the deck, never Move one step.

The sound of the flute was vague and indeterminate, and suddenly the sound became loud and clear, with a piercing sound, the white bone dragon broke through the water, and the huge waves brought by it overturned the ships that were too late to evacuate. The power to survive has no chance to fight anymore.

Although only a small half of the bone dragon's body protruded, it covered the sky and the sun, covering the clear water with a large shadow. Ji Wuxian raised his head and narrowed his eyes to look at the huge monster.

The water mist in the sky dissipated, and the evil jellyfish that used to look ferocious and covered in green scales, which was invulnerable to swords and guns, now has only a pale skeleton covered with moss and water plants, but it is still ferocious. It raised its head and roared, everyone present is good The lightest point is bleeding from the mouth and nose, and two people almost died, their internal organs burst and died. There were wailing sounds, and most of the ships were destroyed. Casualties are not too heavy.

After a slap in the face, the Bone Dragon bent its neck and lowered its head, the bones of its neck made a harsh sound of rattling, two balls of cold blue flames floated in its hollow eye sockets, like a never-ending fire of hatred, burning toward Enemies from long ago.

Ji Wuxian glanced at the crowd flopping about in the water, pinned the bamboo flute to his waist, drew out the ornate scimitar with his backhand, and pointed at the bone dragon, "Attention."

The White Bone Dragon has no phosphor armor, and is already a ghost puppet driven by silent feelings. He is no longer what it used to be, and his strength is no longer great. With a knife, he can fight quickly.

However, the other party made a hissing sound, and his upper and lower jaws touched and opened, and the black miasma filled the air like a mist. Ji Wuxian frowned, waved his knife to disperse the miasma, and took two steps back.

Others couldn't understand the meaning of the sound made by the bone dragon, they hugged the driftwood and looked at each other, but Ji Wuxian could understand what ghosts and monsters said because of his practice of ghosts.

"Boy, this man has a smell that I hate." Bone Jiao hissed twice, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter: "It's exactly the same as your damn big brother."

The white bone dragon's sharp claws under the water easily picked up something, and the bone clicked, hissing tone became more sinister: "My eyes are blind, I can't see, kid, you can identify it yourself, cluck cluck cluck. "

It was actually a crystal coffin, the person in the coffin was as beautiful as a silver snow peony, with a serene expression, as if he was just in a deep sleep, but his heart was calm, without ups and downs, and without breathing.

The monks who were paddling at the scene were all shocked when they saw this, how could the body of the eldest son of the Gusu Lan family be in this Hongze Lake.

"The crystal coffin looks like a fake, but it looks like it was done with care."

"Even so, shouldn't the corpse be sunk in the wild lake?"

"That's right, Mr. Du Heng is such a character, he should go to the ground to rest in peace, how can he deal with it so hastily!"

"The corpse is fake, right? Jiaoguai knows that Ji Wuxian is most afraid of his elder brother. This is a psychological tactic." The round-faced monk lay on a broken ship plank, very sure.

Ji Wuxian stared fixedly at the man in the coffin, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, Lan Xizhi's bloody clothes had been replaced with clean ordinary clothes when he was encoffined, but what he saw in a daze was his blood-stained white clothes .

"Let him go." Ji Wuxian closed his eyes and said coldly.

"So angry, have you forgotten that you stabbed your elder brother to death with your own hands?" Bai Gujiao laughed loudly, shaking his head and tail, the whole lake area was in turmoil, almost turned upside down.

"Shut up!" Ji Wuxian frowned, and with a movement of his wrist, the light of the saber was sharp, and the sharp blade cut the bone, splitting the head of the giant white bone dragon in half.

At the beginning, Lan Xizhi's sword was two inches away from his heart, but his saber pierced straight into the opponent's heart in the next second.

Zangxin penetrated Lan Xizhi's body, and the warm blood rain gushing out, splashed a few drops on his face, but it was extremely hot, and he actually killed Lan Xizhi.

Unforgivable.

The huge broken head of the dragon monster healed quickly, and after giggling and giggling, the opening mouth was no longer a hissing beast howl, but a low-pitched male voice: "All love will come, impermanence is rare for a long time. Because From love comes sorrow, and from love comes terror.”

Standing on the top of the mountain, the man in Tsing Yi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled mischievously. Through his mouth, the words were clearly conveyed to Ji Wuxian: "You killed him once, this time, if you die, he can live."

Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, and calmly said, "Your Excellency, what kind of death do you want?"

"You are already in a flash in the pan, and before the visible past is over, use your hidden heart to kill the past self." The cold flames in the eyes of the white bone flood dragon grew colder, but the man's voice was playful: "Only in this way, You can die."

It turns out that Hongze Lake has already been deployed in advance, and now it has been activated by Xiao Sheng.

The fragments of the dust viewing mirror, if they fall into the hands of capable people, can show various wonderful effects.

"The moon god is giving me the light, and the night chapter is the holy revelation." Huang Quanjun recited the mantra, but it was different from Tang's reverence for the moon god in the past. His words were mocking and not half devout.

With a sound of ticking, the slight sound of water dripping into the lake was extremely clear at this moment, the ripples spread, the world was silent, the surrounding scenery disappeared instantly, eroded by darkness, like a void, Ji Wuxian's feet swayed gently with the waves Gone are the decks, replaced by solid ground.

Ji Wuxian opened his eyes, and walked calmly in the darkness. It doesn't matter if the present is a joke of God, a time-space transformation, or a false illusion.

He hasn't seen Lan Xizhi for a long time, and he also wants to see his past self.

Walking alone in the boundless darkness, Ji Wuxian walked steadily, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, just like walking, until he heard the sound of splashing water, and a beam of light pierced the darkness in front, like a sharp blade, cutting a large ink The paper reveals the colorful and bright colors underneath, and a picture scroll spreads out in front of him.

Ji Wuxian took a light breath, stepped into the scroll, and saw the red-clothed young man rushing forward, facing the sea of ​​people in front of him, he was stunned.

At this time, by the Hongze Lake, the sky was gloomy and the thunderstorm was approaching, but many people gathered, besides the local immortals, there were also ordinary people who heard the news. It has been three days since the hundreds of years of fighting with the evil dragons, the two have fought in a dark and dark manner, although there is no result, but the young man who fought against the evil dragons alone has the power to fight for a long time, he is a capable person, and I heard that the person who came was Gusu The eldest son of the Lan family, a well-known young talent in the world of cultivating immortals, was even more empty-handed, and they all came to watch.

Among them were melon-eaters who were not afraid of death, and some cheered for the young man, and some unfurled a large banner with an encouraging declaration to help the formation, and some shouted Mr. Lan, come on, the evil dragon will not die, they will not disperse, immortals The expulsion of the people at the door was ineffective, so a cordon had to be pulled to isolate them at a safe distance.

"Excuse me, thank you, let me go." Amidst the dissatisfaction, the young man in red squeezed his way out. After doing so several times, he finally came to the warning line, and without hesitation he lifted the seal and broke through. into the quarantine area.

"Young man! What are you going to do? It's very dangerous here, get back outside the blockade!" A monk maintaining the scene frowned.

"Where are the people and Jiao?" The boy turned his head and asked.

Facing those beautiful golden eyes that seemed to capture people's hearts, the monk forgot his original intention to drive away for a moment, and couldn't help answering: "Under the lake, although the monsters are fierce, they didn't get any cheap on the shore. Now drag Mr. Lan Into the water."

Hearing this, the young man quickly walked to the edge of the lake, jumped into a wooden boat, and cut the rope that tied the boat with a knife.

"Young man! Come back! Come back quickly!" The monk came back to his senses and shouted loudly.

"Who's unlucky brat! Take him back quickly! What kind of trouble are you doing here!" Someone on the shore also shouted.

Several monks have already stepped forward, wanting to catch the young man back, but the other party has just a little oar, and the boat rushes towards the center of the lake like an arrow off the string.

The young man stood against the wind on the light boat, his red clothes flying freely, and the brilliance in his golden eyes flowed. He looked at the group of people and said seriously: "I am Lan Xian from Gusu Lan's family, and I am going to help my elder brother."

Everyone was surprised that this handsome young man was actually the young master of the Lan family in Gusu. The name Lan Xian is quite famous in the world of cultivating immortals. The typical child of other people is of course the kind of negative textbook that does not spend a day on the house. Other people's children.Everyone's impression of him is that he punched Mao Mao Kindergarten at the age of seven, kicked Guangguang Primary School at the age of nine, and later entered Zixiao Academy. His father, Sect Master Lan Ting, was busy with affairs, and whenever the academy invited him for business, he would definitely bow to him personally. In all likelihood, Lan Xian beat someone up again, and he was full of crooked reasoning, which was very troublesome.

Just a boy in grade one and grade two, now he is going to help his elder brother kill the Jiao?I'm afraid I'm not living in a dream.

"Xianxian will be okay, right?" A female cultivator worried from the bottom of her heart.

"Xian...Xian?" The fellow practitioner next to him took a step back and said in disbelief, "Can't you see that he's going to make trouble?"

"I like this brave young man, can't I?" The female cultivator said lightly, "Besides, I don't think he's just trying to make trouble."

Walking to the center of the lake, the young man took out a handful of talisman paper cut into the shape of a white bird from his arms, bit his index finger, and the blood gushed out. Snow flakes rustled into the lake.

I also saw Lan Xian sitting on the ground, took out the purple bamboo flute around her waist, and played it against her lips. The melody was graceful but ghostly and ethereal, with a strange feeling of moving like silk. Spreading its wings, it whizzed away to the depths of the water where the sun cannot reach.

Standing in the middle of the noisy crowd, Ji Wuxian watched indifferently the young man in red playing the flute seriously, he hesitated for a moment with the hand on the saber at his waist, and finally let go.

Lets see.

A few minutes later, there was still no movement on the water surface. The boy in red looked down at the lake under the boat. The cold light penetrated the light blue and gradually sank into a deep dark black. The annoying black seemed to swallow everything and blocked him. A trace of anger appeared in the young man's bright eyes for the connection with his elder brother, his brows were lightly frowned, and Xiao's voice became sharp.

In the deep darkness, a little bit of dark red light finally lit up. Underwater shadows scurried, and the waterway separated automatically where huge aquatic creatures passed by. Jiao already has a big horn that rolls back like a sea wave, a three-dimensional broad nose with a flying beard, a pair of golden upright pupils add a bit of majesty to the majestic appearance, it is clear that there is a sign of dragon transformation, but Doing things that harm living beings, everyone on the shore sighed when they saw its true appearance once.

The body of the jiao protruding from the water is thick and long, and the scales with sharp water chestnuts form a whole piece of hard armor. Trying to sweep away those paper spirits with a flick of his tail, the only small boat in the middle of the lake was shaken by the waves, but the young man on the boat stood up without any fear, joyfully stood up, and shouted: "Brother! "

The young man above the dragon's head stands tall, holds a flowing long sword in his hand, hangs glass on his waist to avoid water drops, wears a silver armor, his clothes are flying and spotless, and his ink hair neatly bundled up in a lotus crown is blown by the strong wind. You have to dance wildly, with a beautiful face like a silver snow peony, standing in the wind and waves, standing under the hazy sky, like a bright brilliance.

The author has something to say: The holiday passed so quickly, it rained on the way back, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus smelled so good, rich and fresh. ~