Before the boss finished speaking, the group of people had already plunged into the water, rushing towards the direction where the Crystal Palace was without any concern for the surging undercurrents of the river.

The master and disciple of Yun Dao Ren rushed up the first time because they had known for a long time that the illusion would disappear once the old dragon died.

"Come on blood!"

Seeing that Yang Yu did not respond, Yu Fengxian couldn't help but push him: "Although this blood is sticky and fishy, ​​many people like it, it's valuable."

"I don't even have a container, what should I use to connect it?"

Yu Yang glanced at her.

The latter immediately became alert and covered the gourd around his waist with one hand: "Don't make random decisions."

"……Won't."

Yu Yang was silent.

He took a lot of dragon blood, and the mustard seed space was almost filled. No matter how many, he had nowhere to put it.

"Then, should I take it a little?"

Yu Fengxian hesitated for a while, but she still couldn't help but pick up a gourd and pinched her nose...

Yang Yu ignored her and looked at Yu Lingxian:

"You should know what I want to ask."

While the two of them were talking, the saint had already retreated a long time ago and stopped after hearing this. She naturally understood the meaning and threat. After hesitating slightly, she still answered:

"Lost..."

"Lost?"

Yu Yang almost smiled, his eyes were very cold: "Do you think Yang will believe you?"

"snort!"

Yu Lingxian held the sword in his hand, but couldn't help but look at Yu Fengxian: "Believe it or not, why don't you ask your commander?"

Yu Fengxian was sucking the dragon's blood, and when he heard this, his eyebrows were raised: "It's up to you, I will kill you!"

As he said that, he paused and looked at Yang Yu:

"This woman was chased by me for several months, and I don't think I can go and find trouble for others..."

"I'm really lost?"

Yu Fengxian said that Yang Yu believed a little, but he took a step forward and pressed his knife with his five fingers:

"Yes or no, let's take it down!"

Yu Lingxian's sword is scattered without saying anything, as if he is facing a great enemy.

Boom!

When the two were at a strife, another thunder exploded.

This thunder was different from before, and it seemed to explode directly in everyone's ears, whether on the shore, in the water, or elsewhere.

"The illusion is about to disappear..."

All outsiders have enlightenment.

Looking at the gradually changing illusion, Yang Yu let go of the two-edged sword, and Yu Lingxian breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Yu Fengxian suddenly exclaimed.

"Um?!"

Yang Yu seemed to have some awareness, and suddenly turned around and saw that there was an old monk in gray robe standing before the dragon corpse.

It suddenly came, like a ghost, no one knew when it would come.

Yu Fengxian retreated with a knife, and a burst of throbbing surged in her heart.

This old monk is very dangerous.

"Bharma!"

The boss went to the shore to pick up Xie Qi. When he heard the movement, he turned around and saw that his body was shocked.

"The first ancestor of Zen Buddhism, the great master of Bodhidharma!"

The shore was silent for a moment, and his temper was as irritable as Yu Fengxian, and he lowered his breath.

The old monk who is not very handsome and ordinary in front of me is actually the legendary master Bodhidharma who hammers this dragon at the bottom of the river?!

Swish!

The moment Bodhidharma appeared, the dragon corpse, which had already lost its breath, suddenly shook, and wisps of green light surged out of the gaps in the dragon scales.

Turning into the vain figure of the old dragon on the river.

"What an old loach, he is really not dead!"

All the people on the shore were shocked.

"This is……"

Auction Yang was shocked but not confused.

Is this the old dragon's obsession?

"Old thief bald!"

The old dragon roared angrily, and then his body floated and gradually dissipated:

"I have admitted to the fall, but one day, one day..."

Its sound fluctuated violently, filled with resentment and reluctance, but soon, its figure dissipated with the sound.

"Amitabha."

Bodhidharma put his hands together, not looking at the disappearing dragon corpse, but pointed his hand, and a wail came from the dragon ball that was held by Yang Yu.

Immediately, wisps of green light surged out again, turning into the figure of the old dragon on the river.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The fury ended abruptly, and his figure appeared and was wiped out with a single point of view.

"This old guy..."

Seeing this scene, Yang Yu was a little disgusted.

"The Taoist fruit of this animal is 'East Dragon' and its magical power is 'not extinguished'. It's too difficult to kill it, too difficult..."

The old monk sighed and pointed again.

As the eyelids of the crowd stormed, several phantoms were destroyed one by one, one of which was even hidden in the copper coins in the hands of the big boss!

"Donglong Dao Fruit, magical powers are not extinguished..."

However, Yang Yu was a little relieved.

It is no wonder that this old dragon never used magical powers until its death. It turned out that its magical powers were not killing, defense, but living things.

"Is it clean this time?"

Yu Fengxian was also a little scared and relieved:

"It turns out that this old loach is setting up a suspicion array. The target is us in the open. In fact, he wants to hide it from Bodhidharma..."

"It's not dead yet."

The old monk shook his head and looked at Yang Yuyu with a little guilty conscience:

"I am entangled by that devil, but I am still one step late..."

"What?!"

Yang Yu's heart was thrilled.

"This beast uses your hand to kill it, which is contaminated with your qi and blood. It uses the magical power to "not extinguish" two parts, once it enters your body, and blends with the true gynec..."

“The second…”

Speaking of this, Bodhidharma paused slightly and looked at Yu Fengxian's lower abdomen:
Chapter completed!