The latter lost the bronze scroll and was stunned and forgot to move.

Ouyang Rong pointed at his eyebrows.

Wei Shaoqi was so scared that he took a step back and fell to the ground.

After three breaths, the middle-aged scholar reacted and touched his body with both hands, and suddenly found that he was intact.

"I said it and answered it for a paid time."

Ouyang Rong threw a glimpse at him and passed by Wei Shaoqi.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from his sight.

Everyone searched for it and found that the young man in Confucian clothes was appearing in the air in front of Bai Jiao.

A point of guidance was placed between the irritable Bai Jiao's eyebrows.

The originally huge and ferocious white dragon suddenly stopped, and its body began to shrink, shrinking again...

Today's fabulous white dragon has been restored to a white sturgeon, and it is pounding in a mud puddle in the middle of the pit bottom.

Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Lao Yangtou and others on the platform couldn't believe their eyes. Today, the mythical and ferocious creature that was raging the pines of the double peaks was actually such a small thing. In ordinary fishermen's houses, they would be stewed with soup for supper... But today they let them drink a pot.

Ouyang Rong landed on the ground, smiled and thought, squatted in front of the white sturgeon, touched the white sturgeon with eighteen seeds, and pinched the Taoist sturgeon.

The Kuixing Talisman injected some into the belly of this cute fish.

In the next moment, the white sturgeon that was originally bleeding from the seven orifices regained its vitality, and its bronzed body began to become more normal, and some ordinary flesh and blood were restored, although the scales still radiated some bronze light.

At the same time, Du Shuqing, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, squirted blood in his mouth and touched Yunmeng Ling on his knee in surprise.

Empty.

The high-standard Yunmeng Order that belongs to him has been broken into powder.

At the same time, the cloud dreams were broken in all parts of the Tiannan River and Lake, causing shocking sounds.

The white sturgeon became lifelike, and a purple little dragon flashed through its eyes, which was so mysterious.

Du Shuqing opened his eyes suddenly, and the slender figure of a young man in Confucian shirt appeared in front of him as scheduled.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Did you help water the orchid on the windowsill of Meiluyuan study?"

Du Shuqing raised his head slightly and met Ouyang Rong's calm eyes. The sunlight behind him stings his eyes.

The young man blushed and speechless.

Ouyang Rong then reached out and pulled up the bronze sword of his daughter-in-law, stuffed it into the bronze scroll, and turned around and left.

Du Shuqing suddenly said to his back:

"Ouyang Lianghan, I haven't seen Master Yue today. Her sword was handed over to me by the great lady to communicate with the evil dragon. There are taboos in this sword, and I dare not touch it."

Ouyang Rong paused slightly, nodded, and continued to move forward.

Du Shuqing did not dare to look at Mr. Wei, Mr. Wu and others.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man in Confucian shirts in one Confucian shirt did not walk towards a certain great lady, but walked slowly back to the platform.

On the string of eighteen seeds in his hand, there was only a little light left in the dark golden halo, which seemed to be consumed by this series of actions.

But no one dared to turn around and run away, let alone go up and provoke.

After all, even the hottest-tempered great lady Yunmeng was frozen in place at this moment, without moving... others did not have the courage.

On the way to the high platform, Ouyang Rong took off the wine pot, raised his head and drank it.

A [craftsman] that took a sword to a short time was hung alone on everyone's heads.

This time, it is truly convinced.

No… Something else followed Ouyang Rong.

It was the white sturgeon that transformed from a dragon, which seemed reluctant to leave, following his life-saving benefactor "floating".

After having a "big dream" today, it seems that it can survive without water.

Ouyang Rong ignored the little guy.

Come to the high platform.

Madam Song greeted her with joy.

"Young Master, the saint will definitely reward you very much! In time, you will be the second old man."

Rong Zhen's ears were red and his eyes were dodging.

She did not meet with Yi Qianqiu and others, but her attention was all on the slender figure who returned victoriously.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said to Madam Song:

"Did I let you swallow that high-quality Qi-enhancing pill?"

Madam Song's expression changed.

Yi Qianqiu next to him, Rong Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked at the old woman with a rolling eyes. He realized that the pill that Madam Song just praised Ouyang Rong as a healing pill, which turned out to be the ink dragon.

Without waiting for the reaction and explanation, Madam Song felt a heat in her abdomen.

The old woman with white eyes trembled all over and lowered her head in a daze.

I saw a string of eighteen seeds that had been inserted into her abdomen.

Ouyang Rong took out a bloody green pill, wiped it with a handkerchief, and squinted his eyes.

The pill has melted a layer outside, but it is still there, emitting a scent of spirit and blood.

Madam Song vomited blood, her whole body trembled, and her face was incredible.

It is incredible that Ouyang Rong would take action, nor is it that he would take the pill like this.

The audience was also shocked by this sudden scene. A purple Qi Qi practitioner, even though he was injured, was dug up his dantian by life... unheard of.

Ouyang Rong's face was calm, and the best qi-enhancing pill in his hand, "Mo Jiao", turned into spiritual energy, and all entered the eighteen seeds.

He narrowed his eyes and muttered in surprise: "What is this thing? It can replace the spiritual energy of the Yin-Yang family."

After saying that, all the merit values ​​in the Merit Tower are zeroed.

At the same time, there was a strange purple mist with a familiar candle in the snow that emerged from the palm of the young man in Confucian clothes and drilled into the eighteen seeds one by one.

With the purple mist of merit, the spiritual energy of the ink dragon, and the Kuixing Talisman began to pour into the eighteen seeds in a crazily manner.

All the dark golden Kuixing Talismans on the Donglin Buddha were dim and as if they were exhausted.

The young man in Confucian shirt squinted his eyes like he enjoyed it, as if he felt something, and said with emotion:

"Your name is [Emperor Wen]? It turns out that it looks like this. Unfortunately, it's too far away to help you. So I'll help you remove some branches and leave only a fake tripod sword."

From south to north.

Jiangzhou Big Buddha, Yangzhou Big Buddha, Yizhou Big Buddha, Bingzhou Big Buddha, Luoyang Tianshu, collapsed.
Chapter completed!