If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified - Chapter 258

Chapter 258 Mortals are mortals after all, they cannot be said to live forever, let alone have to die

That is a real dragon transformed into a completely white light.

The scales on the real dragon are white and flawless, exuding a dense aura.

Lu Jing sat cross-legged on top of the white dragon without moving. The white dragon took off, and there was a sound of thunder in the sky, as if the thunder was sending Lu Jing off.

A coral tree grew behind the Dragon King of Xiyun, and the coral tree spread its dead air, and the shadow instantly enveloped the void.

Nine stars shine in the sky, even turning into a complete star palace.

The next moment, I saw the yellow sand surging between the sky and the earth, and the billowing vitality was roaring and galloping like ten thousand dragons, the murderous intent almost turned into reality, carrying the terrifying dragon chant sound, drawing out the airflow visible to the naked eye, and sweeping towards the white dragon and go.

Here and now, everything is overshadowed.

It seems that only the white dragon and the terrifying supernatural power of the Dragon King of Xiyun are left in this world!

The remaining prestige scattered by the rolling momentum is like a violent wave, sweeping across the wild land!

The vitality all over the sky is full of light, rising slowly and slowly falling down, just like the stars in the sky falling like rain.

But…

When the white dragon under Lu Jing’s body swung its tail, it let out a long howl.

In an instant, everything around seemed to be hazy.

Lu Jing vaguely saw a sky ladder manifested in front of him, and he took the initiative in his thoughts. The white dragon wandered in the void, climbed up the sky ladder, walked along the sky ladder, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It all happened so fast.

Except for the Dragon King of Xiyun, even Bai Yunmiao, the great sage of Zhuxing Mountain, who had a high level of cultivation, had never seen a real one. In the blink of an eye, the boy who was originally sitting cross-legged under the dead tree had disappeared.

The coral horn on the head of the Dragon King of Xiyun was still shining, and he stood there frowning.

The turbulent vitality gradually dissipated, and the blood mist in the sky surged again. Where is there any trace of Lu Jing in this world?

Yuan Qishou, Tong Xiuyan, and Landa Buddha had different expressions.

The feminine smile on Tong Xiuyan’s face became stiffer.

The silver long spear in Yuan Qishou’s hand stabbed out angrily, and the light of the gun shot violently, turning into a black line, in which the blood exploded and fell on the ground with a bang, creating a big crater.

“He also escaped.” Yuan Qishou gritted his teeth.

Bodhisattva Landa and the young king who carried the flag were silent, and Buddha Lianye flipped his hands, and the precepts Buddha beads reappeared in his hands, which he wore around his neck, turned and left.

Walking hundreds of steps, stepping out of the cloud and mist engulfed by the Dragon King of Xiyun, he saw the monk Shenxiu holding a fishing rod and coming towards him.

“Senior Brother Lian’e.” Monk Shenxiu sighed, looked at Lian’e and said, “Look, your commandment beads…something is wrong…”

Lianye was slightly taken aback, then suddenly looked down.

But he found that the precepts beads on his neck had turned into a string of white bones at some point, and the dense white bones exuded a cold aura, which made him feel cold all over.

The Buddhist scriptures imprinted on his body, originally exuding a crimson light, are now dimmed and devoid of Buddha nature at all.

“Where did my prayer beads go?”

Lianye seemed to be a little panicked, her body trembled, and she tore off the bone between her neck, and the bones of different sizes were scattered on the ground, colliding with each other, making a crisp sound.

This Landa Buddha groped anxiously, as if he wanted to find the Buddhist jewels of Nalanda Temple.

After more than ten breaths passed, Buddha Landa’s body was stiff. He looked down at the bones under his feet, and suddenly raised his head: “Shenxiu! How dare you deceive me with evil words?”

He grabbed Monk Shenxiu with his big hand.

Monk Shenxiu sighed, threw out the fishing rod in his hand, caught the blood-colored clouds in the sky, his monk’s robe fluttered, and left with Chenghui in a blink of an eye.

Lianye grasped the air with one hand, and was about to chase after him, when he saw the bones scattered all over the ground, he just snorted coldly: “Buddhas of the Jokhang Temple have a false name.”

Lian E cursed to himself, clasped his palms together and recited a Buddha’s name, then bowed himself down, picked up the bones scattered on the ground, and the beads in his eyes one by one.

Chenghui, who was being held up by the collar by the monk Shenxiu, was a little puzzled, and asked, “Is that really Brother Lianye’s prayer beads?”

Monk Shenxiu shook his head: “Presumably the precepts Buddhist beads have already been thrown away by Brother Lianye.”

“Huh? Throw away those treasures, but pick up a bunch of bones and wear them around your neck?”

“He thought that the bone was a Buddhist bead, or… the Buddhist bead suppressed the murderous intent in Senior Brother Lian’e’s heart, and Senior Lian’e probably felt that he was carrying a mountain of Buddha on his back. Now that there is no Buddhist bead, he is more relaxed.

It’s just… the wrathful King Kong he cultivated, I’m afraid it has turned into a demon now. ”

Chenghui nodded half-understood, and after two or three breaths, the little monk picked up by the monk Shenxiu suddenly shook his head again.

“Senior Brother Lianye came to the Jokhang Temple a few times, and every time he read the Tripitaka, he was always intermittent. The last time he came, he had a conflict with Mr. Lu Jing.

Perhaps…Senior brother Lianye threw away the precepts prayer beads long ago. ”

—

Lu Jing sat on the head of the white dragon, and after only a moment, he seemed to see a lot of white mist from the void.

There is a scene looming in every cloud of white mist.

Lu Jing squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw the book building Hanmo Academy, Yanglu Street, and the Huaishi Palace of the Thirteenth Prince.

He saw the thirteenth prince Yan Xu was holding a brush, writing the word “violent” stroke by stroke, using exactly Lu Jing’s cursive brushwork.

He saw Mr. Guanqi sitting on the cultivation tower with his eyes closed, not as gentle as usual, his face was full of tiredness.

He also saw Sheng Zi, Ning Qiang, and Lu Yi go to the Shantang to help.

Many scenes jumped into Lu Jing’s mind, until a white air flow fell, and Lu Jing’s eyes suddenly froze.

He saw Qingyue.

It’s autumn, and the weather is getting colder. Qing Yue is looking through her closet, as if she wants to add a new dress.

But suddenly, Qingyue stood there dumbfounded, her gaze fell on the clothes in the closet.

A cloud pattern top, a graceful blue silk embroidered long skirt, and a soft fur brocade cape.

Qingyue stood there looking at it for a long time, then reached out to take out the cloak, and stroked it slowly.

Immediately afterwards, tears fell like rain.

“Master…” Qingyue muttered to herself.

This scene disappeared in the blink of an eye. Lu Jing looked at this scene, and his heart suddenly became excited.

“When the spirit of Daqian Jiuwu is moved by the mind, a flying dragon will come in the form of a Daqian flying dragon, and fly to the ladder in an instant. Pity the place where the world keeps Qi!”

“Now I just need to think about it, and I can go back to Taixuanjing and Qingyue’s side.”

Lu Jingyuan’s spirit was weak, his qi and blood were withered, and severe pain continued to come from his body.

At this moment, Lu Jing missed Qing Yue even more.

only…

“Since I came to Hezhong Road, I haven’t seen Lutan, I haven’t seen Tianmai, and I just killed a few worms, how can I go back?”

“There are also the second head of the Huai Gang, the Mangyi Diao Temple in Qi State, the Buddha of Landa… West Cloud Sea Dragon Palace…”

“I have seen these people clearly, and now that Lutan has the opportunity, it happens to be a good time to liquidate.”

A gentleman repays his grievances directly!

Lu Jing is familiar with hundreds of classics, but he is not infected with pedantry and rigidity.

Someone wants to kill him, and he can’t just laugh it off.

“A gentleman walks with a sword in his hand. He must always show the sharpness of his sword, so that thieves dare not approach.”

“Besides, the Lutan Tianmai is also related to the teacher’s life.”

Lu Jing gritted his teeth, seeing that the scene about Qingyue began to dissipate slowly, he suddenly said softly: “Don’t cry, live a good life, study medicine hard, and wait for me to come back.”

Lu Jing was originally talking to himself.

But when Lu Jing said these words, Qing Yue’s body froze suddenly, as if he had heard Lu Jing’s words.

She carefully folded these clothes that Lu Jing gave her when they were still at Lu’s house on Changning Street, and wiped away the tears on her face.

“Study medicine well so that you can help the young master in the future.”

…

In the white light, Qing Yue’s figure completely disappeared.

Lu Jing suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and in the next moment, he saw a familiar figure in blue with a jug in his hand and a long knife at his waist, sitting on a high seat.

It seems to be a government office lobby, in which there are many government servants lying here and there, bleeding all over the floor.

“The devil is the county magistrate, and the little devil is the government office! He is full of the blood of the people all day long. I don’t know if this is intentional or unintentional by King Qi Yuan.”

Nan Fengmian frowned, the girl named Yuelun lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders.

Nan Fengmian thought for a while, and stuffed the jug in his hand to Yuelun: “Since you are in grief, don’t bear it, just drink some wine and cry.”

Yuelun held Nanfengmian’s flagon in her hand and remained silent until more than ten breaths passed.

Yue Lun suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face: “Young Master, Yue Lun’s family members are all dead! Let’s go quickly, so that Yue Lun won’t hurt you.”

“Broken me?” Nan Fengmian still put his right hand on Xinggu Daoist’s knife handle, and said, “I came to Qi State to kill people… no, to kill the Qi Yuan King who has turned into a demon?

If I come to kill the king without fear, how can you implicate me? ”

“Don’t cry anymore, it’s annoying to watch, just follow me and bring me water and laundry!”

“Don’t cry! Don’t worry about traveling thousands of miles, there will be wind coming!”

…

“Brother is still so chivalrous.” Seeing Nan Fengmian, Lu Jing couldn’t help but draw a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was a little worried after the smile.

“Brother must have killed many people. He hibernated for twelve years, and everyone in the world knows about the matter of beheading Beiqin Shanyin. Take this Qi country girl.

I’m afraid…”

Lu Jing’s eyes became more determined.

“We must reflect the Kunpeng Yuanxing as soon as possible. When we find the Tianmai, we may go to Qi to meet our brother.”

Many white lights emerged from the scene, and Lu Jing seemed to be looking at flowers on a horse, seeing many old people and things.

He saw Yu Qixiang, Chi Su, and Chen Shangu walking with a woman in white. Yu Qixiang was still smiling and praised himself loudly.

“Qixiang also came to Hezhong Road?” Lu Jing was a little surprised.

“It’s just that they are too close to the primordial spirit of the Dragon King of Xiyun, so we can’t go looking for them.”

As soon as Lu Jing lost his thoughts, another white light emerged.

In the white light, a familiar figure was standing in front of an abyss, looking at the clouds below from a distance.

The figure was graceful and tall, with long, soft and shiny black hair pouring down like a waterfall, draping over her slightly shaved shoulders.

Looking at this figure, Lu Jing looked a little surprised, and there was some joy in his eyes as he met an old friend.

“Lingao Mountain, the highest mountain in Hezhong Road, is far away from Changliu City.”

“When I went to Lingao Mountain, I didn’t believe that the Dragon King of West Cloud could find me.”

—

Princess Chong’an stood in front of the high mountain and abyss, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds below.

A mysterious breath loomed in the sea of ​​clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled by the breath turned into ripples.

The runes on Zhenwu Mountain are exuding unique vitality, mobilizing the mighty power in the sea of ​​clouds.

“Could it be that Lutan is in this sea of ​​clouds?”

Princess Chong’an frowned, thinking carefully.

At this moment, the star-studded immortal dressed in white and wearing a blood-colored flower on his head suddenly appeared from the blood-colored mist above Lingao Mountain.

“It’s a pity.”

Immortal Pixing seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be Immortal Dai Yue who was lying in the blood mist.

Princess Chong’an followed the star-piercing fairy’s gaze, and suddenly looked a little nervous.

Immortal Dai Yue, who was gathering the mist, nodded slowly, and said: “If it weren’t for the destiny, we might be able to find Lu Jing in person and give him a chance.

But I never thought that the Dragon King of West Cloud Sea would come here in person… That talisman is quite interesting, it can instantly attract the Dragon King Yuanshen who is thousands of miles away to come here. ”

Princess Chong’an was taken aback, then suddenly straightened her body, and asked, “The two immortals…”

Dai Yuexing raised his head and said with a smile: “You bet us that Lu Jing would not come to Gaoshan, but you won.”

Si Wanyu hasn’t spoken yet.

The star-piercing immortal shook his head: “It doesn’t count as her winning, if Lu Jing is alive, he can get the chance of the immortal in Xianlou, and he will naturally come to Gaoshan.

But now that he is dead, how can he come to find opportunities for you and me? ”

“Lu Jing… is dead?”

Phi Xing and Dai Yue looked at each other.

Immortal Dai Yue said with a smile: “It should be dead, the Dragon King of the West Cloud Sea came personally…”

Originally frowning, Si Wanyu’s brows relaxed when he heard Dai Yuexian’s words.

“So… the two immortals are just guessing?”

Phixing Immortal was puzzled, turned his head and said: “Then Lu Jing has Xianhui, and can still hold the supernatural power of a dragon king?

The Dragon King came to Hezhong Road to find Lu Jing himself, how could Lu Jing survive? ”

Si Wanyu let the storm blow by, but slowly shook his head…

“There are many fallen geniuses in the world, but Lu Jing’s life… is tough.”

Si Wanyu said: “I have known Lu Jing not long ago, but even in Chong’an Sanzhou, I have heard news of Lu Jing many times.

Shaozhu Kingdom Li Guanlong and the Seventh Prince Yuxuanlou couldn’t kill Lu Jing, but a dragon king…could kill him? ”

Phi Xing and Dai Yue have different expressions.

The long sword at Dai Yuexian’s waist whined softly, he nodded slightly, and said with a smile: “It’s better not to die, just take him to the sky.”

The star-piercing immortal looked at the blood mist on the mountain, and said: “Life and death in the human world are never controlled by people. Hundreds of millions of people have died in the middle of the Dafu River. If these people don’t die, maybe one or two bright stars will emerge.

But they are still dead, and Lu Jing… will naturally die too. ”

“A mortal is a mortal after all. No matter how hard life is, it can’t be called the word of longevity, let alone the word of having to die.”

Si Wanyu’s expression didn’t change when he heard the words of Immortal Phi Xing, but his heart became more and more worried.

She put away the rune in her hand, and was about to walk down Lingao Mountain to take a look at the place with strong dragon power, when in the distance… a white light suddenly appeared.

(end of this chapter)