If it wasn't for the fact that he knew the Dragons wouldn't randomly find a small flood dragon to fool him, Yang Jian would have made a mistake.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought it through, it was that the three Green Wave Flood Dragons were too cunning to do the exact opposite...
Honestly speaking, if a cultivator discovered the whereabouts of the Poisonous Flood Dragon and came here to kill it, they would subconsciously believe that the Poisonous Flood Dragon was the flood dragon hidden under the well.
Who would pay attention to the old daoist that was sacrificing the flood dragon?
At most, the old daoist was an evil cultivator. If they were in a good mood, it wouldn't be a big deal if they didn't kill him.
However, the old daoist was the real culprit. The black flood dragon that Yang Jian had just killed was merely a scapegoat that the old daoist had raised to deal with this situation!
If Yang Jian didn't open his third eye, he wouldn't be able to see through the old daoist's hiding technique. If he just returned to the clouds, although the elders of the Dragon Palace would give Yang Jian some pointers, Yang Jian would lose all face.
Also, the reason the experts of the Dragon Palace didn't mention this was because they were testing the son-in-law of the Dragon Palace. They wanted to see if the rumors about Yang Jian's intelligence were false.
After recognizing the true body of the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery, Yang Jian was a bit angry and showed no mercy.
One spear after another smashed toward the mouth of the well. The old Daoist opened his eyes, and his body strangely transformed into a dark green mist. He appeared to be moving slowly, but was actually moving very quickly. He appeared about one thousand feet away and transformed into his human form. He stood on top of a tree and looked at Yang Jian from afar.
"I have no enmity with you, no grievance, no karma."
Then he looked up at the clouds in the sky. "The Dragons don't recognize me, so I won't beg for their help. If I make things difficult for you today, then it will be a life and death struggle. "
With just a few words, he was calm and ruthless. The old Taoist seemed to have disappeared a long time ago. When his white hair danced in the wind, it gradually turned dark green.
However, he did not transform into his true form. Instead, he used this human body to raise his hand. A blood-colored sword appeared in his hand, and its might increased by a few notches.
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery waved his sword and looked at Yang Jian. "Don't go too far so that we can meet again."
"Since we've decided who lives and who dies today, why should we meet again in the future?" Yang Jian countered with a question. His lips curled into a smile, but his eyes were burning with anger.
"Why must you kill me?"
"Soul extraction, spear refinement."
"Good!" The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery laughed. "Great! Compared to those sanctimonious and righteous scoundrels who spoke of benevolence and morality, they were much stronger! Hahahaha! Come on! If you can beat me fair and square, so what if this soul belongs to you! "
Yang Jian praised in his heart. His left hand gripped the Spearless Point as he pounced forward.
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery walked the path of physical combat. He held the blood-colored longsword and charged at Yang Jian.
The distance between the two of them was less than a thousand feet, and it only took the blink of an eye for them to get close!
The spear collided with the sword blade!
Just the first time they collided, all kinds of divine light appeared and thunder smashed down. It was as if there were tens of thousands of horses galloping from far away.
Yang Jian gained the upper hand and used his own strength to force the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery to retreat. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery also looked at Yang Jian in shock. He had never seen someone so 'arrogant' before!
Heavenly Palace's Holy Lord Qing Miao tore apart dragons!
"Ha!" The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery roared like thunder in an attempt to shock Yang Jian's soul.
However, the origin soul tree appeared behind Yang Jian, and its branches gently swayed. Yang Jian's eyes were still clear and bright.
The spear and sword collided and the battle began!
Yang Jian's spear was powerful but ever-changing. Killing moves came one after another, and his attacks were endless.
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's blood-colored longsword was fierce and vicious. The blood-colored light on the sword was a top-notch poison, and if it cut through the skin, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's sword technique was very messy, as if he was casually using it. However, every move came from a tricky angle and targeted Yang Jian's weakness. Sometimes, he would even force Yang Jian to stop.
They fought from the ruins to the top of the mountain, then from the top of the mountain to the clouds. Yang Jian became more and more courageous, and the spear became more and more "agile" in his hand. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery was gradually unable to resist.
Speaking of the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery, he had a great background.
Back then, the Dragons had killed many descendants of the Dragons that had done evil and dragged down the fate of the Qing Feng Monastery. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery was already at the Dragon Realm and was at the Daira stage. He was seriously injured during the battle and escaped. He hid here to recuperate.
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery often thought that perhaps he was the last descendant of his clan. That's why he suppressed his hatred for the Dragons and gave up on seeking revenge. Instead, he thought about how to escape from the Dragons.
He had been hiding until today.
In this Lesser Chiliocosm, he transformed into a human form. He was an emperor, a general, a beggar, and experienced the life of the human race in a myriad of ways. Then, he became a Daoist priest and cultivated Dao techniques. He did not return to his original form for millions of years. This human form was flawless.
It was because of this that he had been able to avoid being patrolled by the Dragons several times. He was lucky enough to survive in this small world.
By chance, the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery found a small flood dragon. It wasn't of the same clan as him, but they had the same bloodline.
He raised this small flood dragon in the backyard of the monastery and used the forces he had cultivated among the humans to establish 300 villages within 500 kilometers of the monastery. Since then, he had been isolated from the outside world to focus on raising this' descendant. '
To be honest, he had no feelings for this black flood dragon, but it was a female flood dragon. Once it turned into a dragon, the three Green Wave Flood Dragons would have a chance to reappear.
Female flood dragon?
When the black flood dragon was fighting Yang Jian, he couldn't see any maternal nature or femininity from it. Cough, it must have been hard on the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery.
Over the past few years, the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery had been prepared to reproduce at any time. However, not long ago, traces of powerful Dragons frequently appeared in this small world.
Although the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery knew that the black flood dragon had most likely been exposed, he didn't quietly leave. Instead, he wanted to play around with the Dragons.
Unexpectedly, before the experts of the dragon race made a move, Yang Jian, the malefic star, came.
The black flood dragon that he had painstakingly raised had been killed, but the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery didn't think much of it. He just needed to raise another one.
However, just when he thought he had fooled the young man, the young man suddenly landed. The young man seemed to have confirmed his identity and asked that question.
Trick?
Just as this thought appeared in his mind, the young man had already unleashed a wave of attacks...
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery racked his brains, but he didn't know how he had been exposed or how the young man had seen through his identity.
However, since things had reached this point, he could only get up and fight.
The moment they exchanged blows, the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's heart sank. He had been looking down on Yang Jian for a long time.
He had lived here for a long time. Could it be that the Primordial Era was no longer the era where the Origin Soul Dao was flourishing? This person was actually able to fight him head-on and completely suppress him in terms of strength!
This...
After more than 100 exchanges, the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery was being chased by Yang Jian, and he had several injuries on his body. Knowing that he would be doomed after one exchange, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Most of his heroic spirit was just a stalling tactic. He had been running for so many years, and if he had a chance to survive, he would have already escaped.
However, he didn't, not even a chance to escape.
The experts of the Dragon race who were supporting Yang Jian in the sky faintly sealed this small world with an inexplicable array formation, leaving him with no way to go up and no way to go down. He could only fight with Yang Jian.
Why? Why would the Dragons spend so much effort to set up a mere human youth?
Not to mention that this human youth's bravery made him tremble in fear. He felt like it was rare since ancient times. However, even so, the dragon race was still cautious. A few dragon-headed elders were ready to take action at any moment to support the human youth …
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery was not stupid. After thinking about it carefully, he felt like this child's identity was no small matter.
If he couldn't escape today, then he might as well fight to the death. If he was lucky enough to kill this child, it might cause some big trouble for the Dragons.
"Aren't you all afraid of the Poison Dragon Clan dragging down your luck? Heh, I'll let you all taste the bitter fruit! "
Thinking about this, the resentment in his heart echoed once more. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery suddenly began to fight with his life on the line.
Yang Jian didn't panic at all. He temporarily stabilized his footing and then closed in. He once again suppressed the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery.
Looking at the two of them, Yang Jian's light yellow robe was not stained at all, but the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's robe was in tatters. Even the blood-colored longsword in his hand had some cracks on it.
At this point, Yang Jian's victory was already in his grasp, but he still wanted to win. He wanted to slowly exhaust the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's strength, then cut off his head to take the Poison Miasma Bead and absorb his dragon soul.
"Bastard! Do you really think I can't take you down? "
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery let out an angry roar and a thick, green smoke came out from his body. This smoke condensed into a ghostly face that opened its mouth and attempted to devour Yang Jian.
Yang Jian waved his left hand and a green fan appeared in his hand. With a gentle wave, the world changed colors and a large, dark cloud condensed.
The next instant, tens of thousands of bolts of lightning descended. It was as if a bright waterfall had appeared in the world!
Five Thunder Righteous Spell! Specialized in destroying evil and filthy things!
The fan Yang Jian was using was naturally the lightning fan he had gotten from the Miasma Bead. He had originally given it to his mother, but she had told him to keep it to protect himself.
With the help of this treasure, even though Yang Jian's origin soul wasn't strong, he could display a bit of the Five Thunder Righteous Spell's power.
Tens of thousands of bolts of lightning struck. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery was on the verge of collapsing. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery had already disappeared.
However, Yang Jian was not too careless. He swung his spear at the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery from afar. The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery suddenly became spirited. He glared at Yang Jian, as if he was scolding Yang Jian for being cunning and not falling for his tricks. He had no choice but to show his true form.
"You will die here today! Tell me your name! "
The Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery's voice became louder and louder. At last, it sounded like thunder.
As he roared, his thin body fell to the ground. Yang Jian controlled the Xuan Gang's spear shadows to chase after him. However, before the spear shadows could land, a fierce aura soared into the sky!
Boom!
The earth shook and the mountains crumbled!
A gigantic dragon claw pressed on the edge of a cliff. The cliff crumbled, but the huge body of the dragon claw had already soared into the sky.
Three heads, three faces, and a body that was three thousand feet long! All three dragon heads were complete, without any flaws!
The scales on its body illuminated the sky and earth into a dark green color. When the wind blew, the clouds seemed to ripple!
The ancient beast, three Jade Wave Dragons!
No, this was the real deal, three Jade Wave Dragons!
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