chewing dragon

Chapter 207
On the rock beside the Hezui Cliff, Qi Jingzhi sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and took a long deep breath alone, facing the Zhaohe Pavilion with his back facing the blue sky and sea of ​​clouds.

Since he started to practice the two methods of morning and evening in "Quegu Shiqi Chapter" a month ago, the fairy feather Xuandu cave no longer maintains the spectacle of two minutes of day and night, and the sun and the moon shine together. Just like in the secular world, with Wufei and rabbit walking, the moon sets and the sun rises.

At this time, it is just at dawn, when the old qi recedes and new qi is born.

There is a red glow gradually appearing in the sky, green peaches are blooming on the top of the celestial feathers, and the red mist is dense, and there is also a large piece of green mist floating in the Qihe Valley at the bottom of the Hezui cliff, slowly transpiring upwards.

A large group of cranes broke through the green mist, or flew around the valley, or bathed in the rock spring, and the long and pleasant sound of cranes came and went.

All of a sudden, the clouds were flourishing and rosy, full of vigor, immortals and horses were coming and going, and the sky was full of frost and feathers.

At this moment, Qi Jingzhi's eyes were still closed, but a gorgeous scroll suddenly unfolded in his heart.

A month has passed, and the "Dancing Crane Picture" that belongs to him has been roughly visualized. The scene painted on it is quite similar to the scene in the cave of Xianyu Xuandu at the moment. Among them, the white cranes are flying gracefully, especially the two blue-feathered cranes in the middle are the most elegant and agile.

When he visualized for the first time, because Feng Zixu's blue-feathered red-eyed crane was too miraculous and mysterious, Qi Jingzhi felt that he should not be able to comprehend the essence in a short time.

However, when he followed his master, he climbed Xianyu Mountain in person, took a tour of Xuandu Temple, and ate a lot of the practice principles of his own sect, especially when he ignited the candle in his heart and achieved his anger. After looking at the blue-feathered crane, it suddenly melted like snow in a red furnace, and immediately digested the "Dancing Crane Picture" left in the red ghost's mask.

Afterwards, after only a few visualizations, he succeeded in one fell swoop, not only imprinted Feng Zixu's big fire crane on the scroll in his heart, but also his own pine, cypress and first wood crane quickly became the owner of it. .

Since then, Angry Crane no longer needs to be trapped in the dark void in Qi Jingzhi's heart, but finally has his own small world, roaming in it all day long, playing with Baihe, and becoming more and more miraculous and spiritual.

Just at this moment, the angry-eyed blue-feathered crane was stimulated by the vitality of the world, and the heart candle in the pair of blood eyes suddenly ignited.

It flapped its wings and stretched its body violently, and scattered all the playmates clustered around.

Together with another blue-feathered crane, nearly a hundred cranes hid far away from the corners and even the depths of the painting.

The angry-eyed blue-feathered crane firmly occupies most of the scroll, proudly looking around, and then spreads its long wings and wraps them into a circle.

All of a sudden, a mysterious and mysterious spirit emanated from this arrogant angry crane.

"Ok?"

This kind of situation had never happened before in his practice, Qi Jingzhi immediately noticed the difference, gathered all his mind without hesitation, tried his best to pursue the divine will, and firmly grasped the fleeting idea.

He suddenly opened his eyes and got up, with his arms around him, his mind as open as a valley, and his whole body was integrated into the majestic mountain with the cranes' wings almost instantly, connected with the blood of the Immortal Feather Mountain under his feet, and breathed and breathed together.

Candle Dragon does not drink, eat, or rest. Once it breathes, it blows for winter, exhales for summer, and breathes for wind.

Although Xianyu Mountain's breathing was far less than that of Zhulong, but following Qi Jingzhi's deep breathing, there was also the sound of wind in the mountain.

The cyan mist lingering over Qihe Valley seemed to be summoned, and suddenly condensed into a blue flood dragon, baring its teeth and claws, roaring silently, flying straight towards the Hezui Cliff.

Almost at the same time, countless green sand beads suddenly flew out of Hemu Green Lake, converging into the sky full of blue bead dust, and also swept towards Hezui Cliff.

The two sides collided head-on at the top of the cliff.

In an instant, the cyan pearl dust wrapped the mist green dragon into it, immediately causing two dragon horns to grow on the long dragon's head, and the originally small and dense dragon scales became big and wide dragon scales.

The cyan bead dust soon disappeared without a trace, and then a green qiu with flying scales and claws appeared in the air. Its beard, hair, eyebrows and eyes were clearly discernible, but its eyes were lifeless, let alone soul, and it was not a real creature.

Qi Jingzhi was also shrouded in blue pearl dust.

As soon as these beads of dust touched his aura, they immediately transformed into the incomparably pure aura of pines, cypresses, and first woods.

It's just that even though Qi Jingzhi is open-minded at the moment, his manpower is sometimes poor, and he really can't absorb so much aura of pines, cypresses and Jiamu.

As a result, the excess wood energy began to gather in his arms, quickly condensing into a ball.

The Jiamu Qingqiu in the sky was originally drawn by Qi Jingzhi's breath, and at this time it also threw itself into his arms, but bumped headfirst into the Jiamu air mass, rolled over and flipped back into the air.

The Jiamu air ball was thrown by the green qiu, and then spread out, attaching to the young man's body layer by layer, and then no longer clinging to Xugu in his arms, but condensed on him into a colorful and colorful cloth. Qing Yuyi.

Qi Jingzhi was deeply enlightened, although his eyes were open, he turned a blind eye to the extra green feather robe, let alone glanced at the Jiamu Qingqiu in the sky.

He stood silently from the beginning to the end, breathing along the pulsation of Xianyu Mountain, silently running the method of morning breath, each breath was slightly delicate and continuous, and eagerly absorbed the essence of the spirit of the pine, cypress and Jiamu, and hid it deeply. It is an imaginary valley of resting cranes in the dark.

The key to the so-called meal is not only in the meal, but also in the subsequent transformation and storage. Qi Jingzhi also learned the way of deep breathing in "Quegu Shiqi Chapter", so he knows the mystery here.

At the same time, the young man's eyes were full of heart candles beating vigorously, the tip of his tongue was also glowing with blood, and his body exuded some kind of Taoism.

This kind of Dao Yun is silent, but it seems to have an indescribable and wonderful rhythm, which blends with the restless vitality of the heaven and earth in the early morning, and becomes one with each other.

This kind of wonderful rhythm is obviously the "Flying Dragon Calling Lin Pu" driven by the technique of Lu Tiaoyang.

Although Qi Jingzhi has only dabbled in the study of rhythm for a month, but because he has Linpu and "Wind in the Pines of Wanhe" as the foundation, and also has the method of playing with five colors, five flavors and five tones in "The Secret Method of Qiuqi Riding Clouds" as a reference, he started to learn The technique of Lu Lu Tiaoyang secretly passed down by Xianyu Mountain is quite handy, and now it has touched the threshold.

As soon as Lin Pu's rhythm came out, the vitality between the heaven and the earth suddenly burst forth, Jiamu Qingqiu's body swayed, and a large group of blue rain clouds immediately appeared under its claws.

The rain fell all over the sky, and the slanting wind and drizzle made the clothes wet.

In the crevices of the Hezui Cliff, grass sprouts sprout and its color is vermilion.

Qi Jingzhi was drenched by the rain on his face, felt the vitality contained in it, and finally separated a ray of mind from the wonderland of epiphany.

He stretched out his palm in a daze, felt it quietly for a moment, and couldn't help a little joy in his eyes: "This is the real rain!"

Compared with the previous consumption of countless colorful five qi to condense a drop of nectar, the current "Flying Dragon Calling the Rain Pu" has finally revealed some of its true colors.

At this moment, Ruomu Daoling quietly appeared on his shoulder, and the branches and leaves stretched upwards quickly.

Amidst the clinking of leaves, Qi Jingzhi suddenly had a small canopy formed by the canopy of Ruomu trees.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, the ribs of this small umbrella cover are blooming in red, and the umbrella surface is glowing with green gold. Besides being luxurious and gorgeous, it also reveals a kind of leisurely and elegant beauty.

It's just that this scene didn't last long. As drops of radiant dew were condensed by the Ruomu sword spirit and scattered in the air like rain, the entire Hezui Cliff seemed to become restless.

Qi Jingzhi was the first to bear the brunt, and was immediately drenched by Ruomu Chilu. Even through a green feather coat, he still felt the scorching heat.

"Too bad!" Qi Jingzhi's expression changed suddenly.

At the beginning, he just drank a drop of Ruomu Chilu, and the pine, cypress and first wood energy in his body was ignited, and he became a burning man.Now that there are so many contaminations, once it is burned, it is by no means comparable to the small troubles of the past!
"I'm afraid there will be an imbalance between wood and fire, and the host and guest will change their positions!"

It was only when Qi Jingzhi had this idea in his heart that a red flame rose into the sky from the Hezui Cliff.

When Jiamu and Binghuo meet, the wood fire is bright and the flames are blazing.

Whether it was the young man in green feathers or the Jiamu Qingqiu who was flying clouds and raining in the sky, they were all involved in the hot and raging flames.

In a short while, the fierce and tyrannical flames burned through the Qing Yuyi, sweeping away Qi Jingzhi's eyebrows and hair, and turning the Xuanqing brocade robe and black boots presented by Jiao Yulang into fly ash.

The scorching fire erodes the skin, and the flesh feels burning pain.

With a bang, Qi Jingzhi's pine, cypress, and first wood energy accumulated in his body was also ignited, and immediately the inside and outside were burned.

He was horrified, but then he found that his internal organs were only slightly burning, and there was nothing wrong with it, and the burning pain on his skin and flesh also greatly reduced.

"That's right, except for the small part that was absorbed just now, the wood energy in my body has been burned by Ruomu Chilu many times, making it more pure and tough. Although it also helps to burn, it protects my internal organs so that it won't really catch fire. burned himself to death,"

At this moment, Qi Jingzhi finally came back to his senses.

His whole body was full of raging fire, so naturally he didn't dare to act rashly, and seeing that he should protect himself in a short period of time, he began to reflect on himself and check his whole body.

Just a little bit of induction, Qi Jingzhi saw that the "Dancing Crane Picture" in his heart was not affected at all, it was illuminated from the inside to the outside by the candlelight in the pupils of the angry blue-feathered cranes, forming a happy world of its own.

He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the candles shining brightly, and his mind calmed down a little. Only then did he notice that his hair and clothes were ruined, his skin and flesh looked fine, but there was a strange fragrance faintly exuding. .

Qi Jingzhi was used to eating barbecue in the mountains before, so he could tell that what was coming straight into his nose was not the familiar aroma of barbecue, but an unheard of, more rich and attractive fragrance.

He was not a greedy person, but when he was stimulated by this strange fragrance, his saliva immediately flowed out, but was immediately evaporated by the blood glowing from the tip of his tongue.

Being interrupted by such a distraction, Qi Jingzhi immediately remembered the keys to practice that his master taught him.

"Binghuo is the main one, and Dinghuo is the supplementary one, which restrains stubborn wood and refines pure yang together."

As the thought flashed, the blue-feathered crane with angry eyes let out a long cry, and the heart candle in the bloody eyes suddenly flourished.

The tip of Qi Jingzhi's tongue was completely opened, and he suddenly opened his mouth, spewing out a mouthful of thick blood flames.

Not only was he breathing fire from his mouth, but blood-red flames shot out from his eyes as well, blending into the Ruomu Yanghuo on the green feather robe without hindrance.

In terms of quantity alone, these Xu's heart candles are inconspicuous. Compared with Ruomu Yanghuo, they are just a drop in the bucket, but their effects are immediate.

In just a few breaths, the scorching restlessness on the Hezui Cliff dropped by three points.

"Master really has the foresight!"

Only then did Qi Jingzhi really feel at ease, and thinking of his cold-hearted master, he couldn't help feeling a little more sincerely grateful: "This candle in my heart not only protects my heart and bone scroll, but also protects my heart. Helping me get rid of the manic nature in Yanghuo, it is truly amazing!"

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little proud: "It's also fortunate that I didn't change my mind and choose the Hong Fu Ding Huo Jian Yi that is not in line with my nature."

"I use the aura of pines, cypresses, and first woods as my foundation, and I blend it with the flying dragon's rain and the heart candle fire, but I am still so dangerous, not to mention those Xianyu Mountain Sect members who directly practice Honglu Dinghuo's sword intent."

"Master would rather be deficient than excessive in accepting disciples, and devote himself to teaching his disciples. Most of the dozens of disciples he had received under his sect were still burned to death. It's shocking to think about it."

During the ups and downs of all kinds of thoughts, the Ruomu Yanghuo on the Qingyuyi gradually weakened,

Then I saw this feather coat falling off Qi Jingzhi's body, and then shrank suddenly, and condensed into a blue fireball the size of a fist eye. When the sky turned around, the little Ruomu Yanghuo left on the surface immediately extinguished.

At this moment, the angry-eyed blue-feathered crane suddenly uttered a long cry of great joy, and immediately flew out of the world in the picture, appearing outside Qi Jingzhi's body.

It held the Jiamu green pill with its mouth open, and swallowed it as soon as it raised its head.

Visible to the naked eye, the feathers of the wrath-eyed blue-feathered crane became more and more gorgeous, and the whole body exuded a sense of pure yang.

Qi Jingzhi clearly felt the joy of the angry-eyed blue-feathered crane, or in other words, this was his own joy.

A smile appeared on the young man's face, and suddenly a gust of mountain wind blew in, and he felt something in his heart, so he couldn't help but look down.

At this moment, without the cover of the green feather clothes, his whole body was clean and smooth, and the only thing left of his original clothes was a long sash belt still wrapped around his waist.

This qiujiao corpse was also burned once by the fire, and somehow changed from the silver belt back to the appearance of a faceless silver snake.

On the contrary, the red ghost mask that originally covered the snake's head was burnt out of color and became crystal clear, revealing a pair of snake eyes inside.

The pair of snake's eyes are smoky red, looking as pure and flawless as rubies, and even more faintly revealing a sense of scorching heat.

Qi Jingzhi remembered very clearly that the eyes of the Qiuqi corpse were originally a strange dark red color, which contained the poison of the Qiuqi corpse, and the vertical pupils were pitch black and sharp as needles, which were transformed by the Heisha corpse.

Now all these poisons in the snake's eyes are gone, it seems that the smoky red color of the red ghost's mask and Ruomu Yanghuo have been inhaled into it.

Qi Jingzhi looked in amazement, but now that he was completely naked, it was really too cold, and it was really not the time to investigate the reason.

Just as he was about to call out the silver armor to hide his shame, he saw a flash of green light out of the corner of his eye.

In an instant, a Jiamu Qingqiu, which was no more than three feet long and exuded the meaning of pure yang, jumped down and got into the waistband of the Qiuqiu.

The dead body changed immediately, and the silver scales immediately showed a touch of green, and two small bags bulged on the top of the head.

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help being dumbfounded.

He suddenly remembered that he had heard Jiao Yulang mention a word back then, saying that the horned dragon is known as the banishing dragon, once the yin poison in the body is refined into pure yang, it can be transformed into a horned dragon in one fell swoop!
Thinking of this, the boy's thoughts immediately drifted away: "Huh? There seems to be a Jiaosha corpse of the 'Yilong species' in the small bronze mirror?"

(End of this chapter)