how to kill a dragon

How to kill a dragon?
Wang Xiaotai has been groping for this problem for many years.

She's had blood on it, she's made mistakes, she's been hurt.

She hated this unfair world like a fire, and hated the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Those hot hatreds and Sen Han's venom opened their sharp mouths, gnawing at her day and night, torturing her, and entangled her.

What's more painful is that she still has reason.

It would be fine if he was a pure madman, just go crazy and die in this blissful madness.

But she didn't go crazy, soberly and rationally endured the hatred that fermented and swelled day by day.

The Jinghe River is 60 miles away and has [-] people.

In this world, I should be the only one who still remembers these things.

Calendula wine, after a hundred cups, is full of madness.

But her mind didn't waver at all.

Over the years, Wang Xiaotai has been walking in Jiuzhou, no matter how gentle and calm she is on the outside, only she knows her own agitation and anxiety.

There is a Buddhist gatha in the Buddhist scriptures that says: Doing evil with the first heart is like clouds covering the moon;

I don't know if there are dark clouds covering the bright moon in the high sky outside the tens of thousands of layers of Dongting Lake.

Wang Xiaotai put down the wine glass in her hand and stood up.

At this time, the bright light of the Pearl of the Night glowed faintly red, making it blurry and ambiguous. Wang Xiaotai was wearing a red dress, and there was not much makeup on her plain face. The red Guanyin mole on the center of her eyebrows added a bit of color and glamour.

When she stood up, the scarlet color in the room seemed to ripple along with her skirt.

As for her actions, none of the dragons noticed.

Their faces were fascinated, and they closed their eyes to enjoy the incense feast brought to them by Wang Xiaotai, regardless of the changes in their surroundings.

In the hall, the light and shadows were slanting horizontally, the light was gradually dimming, and everyone's faces were dark and unclear. This celebratory banquet was more psychedelic and gloomy than a dream.

Wang Xiaotai walked up to a dragon, squatted down, and pinched his chin.

The Dragon Mimi who had his chin pinched by Wang Xiaotai opened his eyes, and slammed into Wang Xiaotai's brilliant golden pupils at a glance.

All the beauty and splendor of the Three Thousand Worlds melted in these eyes, brewing a honey-like sweetness, which attracted all the attention of the Dragon Clan.

The dragon's saliva flowed down the open jaw that couldn't be closed. Before he knew it, he looked at Wang Xiaotai's eyes and was bewitched by those golden pupils, which were beautiful and almost demonic. He forgot to breathe, and his whole body Stiff, unable to move half a minute.

Wang Xiaotai's eyes drooped, "Seventh generation, is it delicious?"

This person is exactly the Dragon Clan who just said that the people of the seventh life are delicious. Wang Xiaotai clearly heard him and the people around him boasting that he not only ate the people of the seventh life, but also the people of the ninth life. .

He also said that the taste of a good person is indeed better than that of a wicked person. The evil spirit in the flesh of a wicked person will destroy the texture of the muscles, so it is better to ask the human race to do more good deeds.

Smug and disgusting.

The Dragon Clan seemed to have heard it, and nodded in Wang Xiaotai's palm.

"Do you like these powers of faith?"

The dragon's eyes were blurred, obviously fascinated by the soul, and he just nodded.

The corner of Wang Xiaotai's mouth twitched, "Then eat your fill."

She opened her five fingers, pressed her palm on the top of the dragon's head, and the golden pupil shrank slightly. The keel is the hardest in the world, but Wang Xiaotai's fingers were inserted into the dragon's head like this!
Countless powers of faith were poured into that dragon's body within half a breath.

If it was normal, the Dragon Clan would of course be ecstatic, but for some reason, he could not absorb the power of faith that Wang Xiaotai gave him.

His body gradually swelled, and the tendons on his body quickly covered his whole body in a terrifying manner.

He was like a rubber ball that was so bulging that it couldn't bulge any more. It was cracked all over, and it would explode if it was poked lightly.

Changsheng looked at the bruised and bulging veins on the dragon's body, and her body trembled slightly. She gritted her teeth, not because of fear, but because the scene seemed familiar. She had seen such cracks on the body of the Jinbei whale before.

That wasn't the first time she had seen this kind of death.

The first time was that foolish swordsman named Chu Ge.

The other hand stretched out and poured the jug on the table and the calendula wine inside into the dragon's mouth!

The originally cold and refreshing calendula wine slid down the esophagus, but it was like a poisonous fire burning wildly, quickly igniting the originally tough stomach of the Dragon Clan, scrambling to bite his slightly weak internal organs and muscles.

The dragon's limbs trembled, beads of sweat came out all over his body, his throat gurgled, and he grabbed his painful face desperately.

One by one, he dug out deep and visible scars on his face.

Changsheng bit his lips tightly, took a step forward, and grabbed the white jade mushroom on the table with his hands. The sticky juice flowed down his hand, and Changsheng directly stuffed the whole plate of white jade mushrooms into the dragon's throat.

Not only the white jade mushroom, but also Changsheng's entire fist was stuffed into the blood-spitting throat of the dragon clan.

Chang Sheng smashed the whole piece of white jade mushroom that needed to be chewed slowly into his throat.

One blow, one punch and one punch, trembling all over, without mercy.

If you like to eat, let you eat enough.

Part of the white jade mushroom exploded in the dragon's mouth, mixing with blood into a sticky puddle.

Not long after, with a 'bang', the dragon's brain exploded, the entire jaw and throat were torn apart by external force, only a few strands of fascia were still struggling feebly.

With a 'guji' sound, the white jade mushroom stuffed by Changsheng and not smashed slipped out from his ruptured throat. He didn't have a chance to chew at all. The scalding dragon's blood sprayed high and splashed everyone body.

Everyone was expressionless, and looked up to enjoy this peerless sacrificial ceremony.

Today, we are bleeding together, and this life is the same as misfortune and blessing.

Since mortals must die, why don't you die?
In the past, no one came to kill you. It was because people's lifespans were short and they couldn't remember so many hatreds.

Now, someone remembers.

Someone is coming to kill you.

One by one, one by one, no dragon could survive this carnage.

Just like the mortals who have been slaughtered, there is nowhere to escape.

All the gentlemen present are all accomplices.

Wang Xiaotai let go of her hand, and the dragon fell limply on the table without making a sound.

Before dying, he scratched his burning throat himself.

Everything happened so fast that he died before he could even change into his original form.

What's more, Wang Xiaotai didn't give him a chance to transform into his original form. Ever since she tested Ao Shun's potion for immobilizing the shape, it was also useful for dragons. She has been collecting these potions for these years, constantly transforming and evolving.

All she needs is a chance to drink with the Dragon Clan.

"In the past, dragons devoured people, and I didn't know how to do it. Today, the offense and defense are reversed. Let's have a feast, my lords!"

Wang Xiaotai raised her red wedding dress, and the priests in black robes surrounded her with a small knife, and silently cut open the dragon's skin and flesh, without using materials or roasting, but with blood as a stalk. The dead dragon was devoured.

All of a sudden, in this popular wedding hall, only the sound of greedy chewing remained.

This scene vaguely coincides with the scene where the immortals on the Goulongtai were eating the dragons. The only difference is that the black-robed priests brought by Wang Xiaotai eat quite elegantly, and their muscles are tighter than when they were dragons.

'Crack' when chewed, good taste.

Wang Xiaotai flicked her fingers, and looked at her nails carefully, the golden light shone slightly on them, and there was a thin layer of golden scales at the front of Wang Xiaotai's nails.

Even if the dragon's skull was scratched and cracked, the nails were not damaged in the slightest, and they were intact, making her fingers even more slender.

"Wanfu, empress, I finally didn't waste Ao Ren's dragon scales."

At this moment, Wang Xiaotai finally smiled sincerely. She looked at the little girl standing beside her, "You're really smart."

Beside her, a little girl in a black robe turned her right hand inward, placed her right hand at the heart, and knelt down on one knee facing Wang Xiaotai, "I am willing to die for your mother."

This little girl is the latest black-robed priest, her name is Xingzhu, she is not very old, but she has a ruthless heart, and Wang Xiaotai is the only one who follows her lead.

Unlike most priests in black robes, this little girl found Fuyao Empress by herself. She swept the temple of Three Lives III for Fuyao Empress in an unpopular Fuyao Temple.

In the first temple sweeping life, he had a lonely fate. He found a life-saving steamed bun in Fuyao temple.

In order to get a golden body for Empress Fuyao, she went out to beg, and was beaten to death in the snowstorm. She was only 15 years old when she died.

In the second life, she was reborn into a rich man's family, but since she was a child, she made up her mind that she would never marry and start a family, and would sweep the temple for the rest of her life for Empress Fuyao. To show her ambition, she even twisted her own hair.

The family couldn't resist her, so she granted her wish.

In this life, she lived to be 80 years old, brushing the dust every day, brushing her body every day, and never neglected her.

On the day of her death, she saw that the mole of Guanyin on the forehead of the Fuyao Goddess statue seemed not red enough, so she tremblingly stepped on the ladder, climbed up, bit her finger, and soaked the statue with blood.

When she came down, she lost her footing, fell from a height, and died in front of the statue of Fuyao Niang.

When she died, a drop of cold water fell on her body, whether it was dew or something.

It was as if Empress Fuyao, whom she had served all her life, shed a tear for her.

In the third life, perhaps it was destined in the dark, the world was in chaos, the place where she lived was captured by the enemy's rebels, and she was about to die under the iron hooves of the rebels. As a result, the lonely city is full of spring overnight.

Empress Fuyao finally came for her.

She also finally erected a golden statue for Empress Fuyao. On the night when the golden body was erected, she looked at the statue of Empress Fuyao with great happiness and joy. , died without illness.

Until this life, for some reason, she actually found Wang Xiaotai by herself, and volunteered to follow her, just to do a little bit for her.

Wang Xiaotai took her with her.

In the banquet in front of the Great Luo Palace, the host and guest had already changed their appearance.

Xitang has become a slaughterhouse.

Countless black-robed priests entered the palace banquet from all directions, each with a dagger made of dragon scales in their hands, without words or greetings, they stabbed fiercely into the middle of the skulls of those dragons who were still intoxicated by the incense.

Thick dragon's blood splashed into the wine glass, and the clear wine became cloudy, shaking in the fire, the color was as dark as blood.

Wang Xiaotai once prayed to God and Buddha for how to kill a dragon, but now she has a nest of dragons in front of her.

A brood has been unable to transform into a dragon, a rare and weak dragon.

How to kill this brood of dragons?
Wang Xiaotai has been preparing for this for 300 years.

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After searching for a long time, I really couldn’t find out which book friend the name Xingzhu came from. I didn’t remember it at the time. If you can see it here, please claim it yourself ()