The smoke lingers around the ancient dragon like a ghost, but this is just the beginning. otbnkotgt The fat man didn't move at all.
He stood there, looking at Gu Long in the air and sneered: "Why fly so high and destroy its wings first?"
The next second, two clouds of smoke entangled the ancient dragon's wings, and the ancient dragon suddenly howled.
The onmyoji around him didn't even understand what was happening.
Then he saw a large amount of blood spraying from the roots of the ancient dragon's wings, falling from the sky in a profuse manner.
The flames on its body were of no help to the indestructible smoke.
It flew lower and lower, and the tail ends of its wings showed obvious signs of being torn, and the degree of tearing was getting bigger and bigger.
The bones of the two wings began to show obvious signs of fracture.
Flying became more and more difficult, and the body finally fell to the ground.
"That's pretty much it.
Now, pull off its scales."
The fat man gave the second order coldly.
Smoke fell on the ancient dragon's back.
It was as if it suddenly turned into a sharp razor, cutting the scales on the ancient dragon's back layer by layer.
The dragon scales fell down in large chunks, and the exposed back was bloody and bloody.
The pain made it go crazy and roar.
"Ouch" this time the roar has turned into a howl.
However, after all, Liehuo has endured the inheritance of the ancient dragon ancestors, and its vitality is unimaginable.
The wound on the back is healing quickly, while the injuries on the wings are not enough to allow it to fly again.
But it's not fatal yet, and as long as you give it enough time, it shouldn't be a problem to fly again.
"It's almost time.
It's time to kill you."
The fat man knew that he couldn't take it off, so he pulled out the Tushan knife and walked towards Gu Long himself.
The surrounding smoke turned into ropes, binding the limbs of the ancient dragon, binding the huge ancient fire dragon to the ground.
The windbreaker was floating, and when he finished smoking his third cigarette, he walked up to Gu Long.
Lying in a pool of blood and flames, Gu Long stared at the fat man with hatred.
The fat man climbed up on Gu Long's head and stood on it.
He raised the Tushan knife and aimed it at the center of its neck, and stabbed it hard with a loud cry.
The Tushan knife pierced the ancient dragon's skin, and then the fat man made a horizontal stroke.
The Tushan knife easily tore open the ancient dragon's scales and cut the artery. , blood dripped all over the ground.
"Qi Huo" the fat man jumped down from Gu Long's head, watched the dragon's blood being absorbed by the Tushan knife, and smiled coldly when he saw Li Huo trembling.
But after taking a few steps back, my steps became a little unsteady.
Then he fell to the ground.
Luo Qiong hurriedly ran up to support the fat man and asked with concern: "Brother Cui, are you okay?"
The surrounding smoke also returned at this time, drifting into the fat man's body.
The fat man then cheered up, stood up and shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little exhausted.
These grandsons still don't obey me.
I have to train some of my own younger brothers later."
"I'm going to inform Brother Shan.
Gu Long is definitely dead anyway, so there's no need for him to take action."
Luo Qiong walked back with a smile.
The fat man nodded.
Just as he was about to light his fourth cigarette, his heart suddenly jumped and he turned around.
Looking at the ancient dragon Liehuo lying in a pool of blood, the uncomfortable feeling lingered in his heart.
It was obvious that half of the ancient dragon's neck had been cut open, so why did he still feel that it would not die?
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But this look.
But he saw that the wounds on Gu Long's body were burning with raging flames.
The fire was like Gu Long's ointment, and it staggered up from the ground again.
"Damn it, this is not dead!"
the fat man shouted in surprise.
Every time he falls down, he will wake up stronger.
As long as the fire in his body does not go out, the dragon soul will never be extinguished.
The god of death has not yet come to this ancient dragon that has lived for more than 900 years.
The Onmyoji couldn't believe what they saw, and Fatty and the others were also shocked and speechless.
Even though its neck was cut open and its blood flowed to the ground, it still flapped its wings and stood up with a roar.
And this time it stands up, it will be stronger than before Life is like a song that is being played and will not stop until the end.
The sky was cloudy.
The world seemed to be trembling for this unbeatable ancient dragon.
Yuan Feng's shoulders trembled slightly.
She could feel the fear of the fairies in the world, and even the mane trembled in fear.
"The mountains, trees and even fairies here are afraid of it.
It has gone crazy.
It seems that no one can stop it.
Anger has connected to its heart, and evil has taken over its mind."
Yuan Feng murmured to himself, crossing his hands He was holding it on the ground, looking very frightened.
"Sister Yuan Feng.
Your mission is completed."
At this moment, Yuan Feng heard a voice coming from behind.
She looked back and saw that I had stood up from meditating.
"Brother Shan, that dragon has gone crazy and doesn't want to die, but the nature and world here can no longer tolerate its existence."
Yuan Feng said anxiously.
"So, I'm here to give it a good time, please get out of the way."
I waved my hand.
Yuan Feng hurriedly took the goblins back, took a few steps forward and shouted, "The onmyojis of the Abe family and the onmyojis of the Doman family.
Pull them back.
If you block them in front, you will die.
Take it."
It’s not your business to come down.”
The fat man heard my voice and immediately laughed and said: "Haha, you are finally better, I have been waiting for a long time."
Luo Qiong also looked at me expectantly.
I shrugged and said, "I'm not good at it, so the preparation time is a little longer, but this move should be able to kill it."
My training is different from Fatty's.
Their teachers have pointed out the way for them, but I have to explore on my own.
Uncle A is more like a sparring partner.
He will use various methods to destroy me, and all I have to do is find out from my own exploration how to survive under his hands.
As long as I can survive or even defeat him, I will be halfway successful.
Therefore, many of the books I read in Old Man Tao's small building were understood by myself.
Of course, not all of them are basic mental techniques and profound Zen words that need to be understood.
There are also some powerful spells that are rarely seen outside and difficult to master.
The eight celestial dragons are the immortal bodhisattvas in the sky.
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Their noble status can overwhelm evil things in the world and frighten the demons in the world.
However, only eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism can use the power of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, and the usage of the power of the Eight Heavenly Dragons among the people has long been lost.
However, being lost does not mean it is out of print.
Among the massive books in the small building.
There are many lost skills hidden among them, one of which is the art of attracting souls from the Eight Heavenly Dragons.
I discovered it accidentally, and after researching it, I found that it was very powerful, but also had many problems, because the conditions required to release this move were too harsh.
From the steps to be taken, to the hand techniques, to the chanting of mantras, to the movement of the breath in the body.
Don't make a mistake.
In particular, the way of moving qi must be just right, and any slight deviation will cause the spell to fail.
After trying it a few times, I felt that although this method is very powerful, it requires more practice before it can be used in battle.
To sum up, the prerequisites for using this technique are: first, there must be a trustworthy person to protect the Dharma, and second, you must be lucky enough to be familiar with the trajectory of the breath in advance.
This is what we usually call inertia.
People who are accustomed to writing with their right hand will suddenly feel uncomfortable writing with their left hand.
Proficiency is a matter of one aspect and physical habituation.
If these two aspects can be solved, other steps, formulas and gestures are not the main problems.
Today, both aspects are satisfied The ancient dragon was reborn again and again in the fire, and the ancestors' blessing turned it into a terrifying monster without any worries.
But I am confident that the power of the Eight Heavenly Dragons can kill it in an instant.
The pace is continuous, neither fast nor slow.
The gestures follow the changes, words are muttered, every step is a node, and every change of gestures is a victory.
The sky above my head began to change.
When the onmyojis raised their heads, they seemed to see strange shadows coming from all directions.
They were eight shadows coming from the distant sky and converging on one point.
The sky above the head was blue-grey, and at this moment the sky seemed to suddenly become as clear as a bright mirror.
Make the last gesture and put your hands together After reading the last sentence, there were dull sounds in the sky Taking the last step, the path traced by the footsteps on the ground is reflected in the sky "Eight Heavenly Dragons, Subduing Demons and Eliminating Demons":