Chapter 578: Setting up a trap
The golden dragon vein seemed to be spiritual, with a hint of resentment and unwillingness.
But under the dual effects of the emperor's bloodline and the black magic circle, there seems to be no way but to get closer to Mojiu bit by bit.
Mo Jiu looked at this easily accessible dragon vein, his eyes began to heat up, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.
"Hahaha, Mo Ba, have you seen it? You don't need to do anything for this trip. I can complete the task alone!" Mo Jiu laughed, seemingly full of pride.
At this moment, the breath on his body suddenly fluctuated. Before he could figure out what was happening, the spiritual power in his body began to run wild uncontrollably.
“Poof!”
Mojiu opened his mouth and spat out a bloody arrow. At the same time, his left knee softened and he knelt down on one foot!
"What's going on?"
Mo Jiu looked around with a surprised look on his face, and saw that except Mo Ba, the only one around him was the old beggar who was tied up with a rope.
"Qiao Wanli, you did it!"
Of course Mo Ba would not do anything to himself, so the only possibility was this old beggar.
Qiao Wanli had a sneer on his face at this moment. Hearing this, he said sarcastically: "You are poisoned by the 'Zhen Yu Powder', but don't you know who poisoned you?"
"鸩禹 scattered?"
Mojiu was stunned when he heard this. This poison is invisible and colorless. Once it is integrated into the blood, it can stir up the spiritual power in the monk's body, causing the poisoned person's spiritual power to be confused. A magical power can only be exerted in a short period of time. Thirty percent of the power.
"It's you!" Mo Jiu suddenly woke up and looked at Liu Zihan under his palm.
At this moment, there was no trace of panic on Liu Zihan’s face, and there was only coldness and hatred in his eyes!
"Hmph, you want to extract my Dayue Dragon Vein, do you think I don't know? I poured the poison of Zhen Yu San into the blood in my body just to die with you!"
Liu Zihan's face was full of madness. He raised his head and roared: "Lost Dragon The destiny of our nation is in jeopardy. How can our ancestors’ thousand-year inheritance be wasted in our hands? Several royal brothers are fighting openly and secretly just for their own gain, but I, Liu Zihan, am doing it for the sake of the Dai Viet Dynasty!”
“I’ll kill you!”
Mo Jiu shouted angrily, raised his hand and hit Liu Zihan directly on the back.
Liu Zihan's entire body flew out and hit the stone wall heavily. His whole body was covered in blood and flesh. He was obviously too dead to die anymore.
Poor this prince who was devoted to his country, he died just like that after only a few days on the throne.
At this moment, a small golden dragon with five claws came out of the sky and hit Mo Jiu from behind.
Although Mo Jiu was poisoned by the "鸩 feather powder", he still had 30% of his magical powers. Hearing the sound, he immediately struck back with his hand, and a long sword composed of demonic energy shot out towards him. Cut off the back.
Seeing the demonic long sword piercing the sky and coming in force, Qiao Wanli dared to confront it. This golden dragon of his was the foundation of his Taoism. Once it was killed, his path to immortality would be completely cut off.
After all, although Qiao Wanli's "Buddha Capturing Dragon Technique" is mysterious, he is only a monk in the late stage of foundation building. Even if Mo Jiu only has three successes left, it is by no means something he can resist. With a dragon roar, Qiao Wanli made a seal with one hand, hurriedly took back his golden dragon, stepped on the light, and instantly rushed into the air.
The demonic long sword moved forward, cutting out a huge deep pit where Qiao Wanli was just now.
But just because of this distraction, the dragon veins that had been pulled out of the stone statue shrank back and returned to the stone statue again.
However, Mo Jiu didn't care. He still had a secret method that could draw out Liu Zihan's remaining bloodline power to help him seize the dragon vein.
It just takes a little longer than before.
"It seems that everything happening now is the result of the plan set up by the dog emperor Liu Zihan and you, the old beggar!" Mo Jiu stared at Qiao Wanli in front of him and sneered.
Qiao Wanli glanced past Mo Jiu and glanced at Liu Zihan, who had died, and sighed softly: "What a pity for this child."
"Hey, you Are you still feeling pity for others?" Mo Jiu smiled and said: "You don't naively think that with this kind of strategy, you can kill a monk who is in the middle stage of Juyuan Realm? Even if I only have 30% strength and want to take your life, then It’s also easy!”
"He can't do it, what about me?"
A faint voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Mo Jiu's hair stood on end. It was clear that there were only three people in the cave: himself, Mo Ba and Qiao Wanli in front of him. How could he still do it? Is there a fourth living voice?
However, he didn't have time to think too much. The next moment, a huge golden dragon more than thirty feet long with nine claws appeared out of thin air. In just one bite, he took the Demonic Nine into his mouth.
At this critical moment, Mo Jiu reacted extremely quickly. He saw black brilliance flashing all over his body, forming countless black sharp blades around him, and shooting towards the golden dragon's throat like a rain of swords.
And he himself turned into a black escaping light and rushed straight out of the dragon's mouth.
However, no matter how he attacked, the golden dragon remained impenetrable. No matter how the black sword rain fell, the golden light in the golden dragon's body only flickered a few times before catching it all.
Although this golden dragon is very similar to Qiao Wanli's, both the length of the dragon's body and the number of claws are far greater than Qiao Wanli's.
As for the power of the dragon, it is even more incomparable!
At this time, there was a person standing not far from the entrance of the cave. This person was tall and thin, with a pale face and clear eyes. He was also wearing a red official uniform.
If Liang Yan were here, he would definitely recognize that this person was the Minister of Rites who brought him into the palace that day and then left alone: He Yunling!
When Qiao Wanli saw this person, his first reaction was to kneel down and respectfully shouted:
"Meet the Master!"
He Yunling smiled and nodded, he raised his hand. With a wave, the golden dragon in mid-air suddenly burst into flames and bit into Mo Jiu again.
Mo Jiu's face changed drastically, and he pinched the magic formula in his hand. A huge long sword composed of black demonic energy flew out from behind his head and slashed at the golden dragon in mid-air.
"Haha, Huang Jue Palace's 'Wuyu Gou Chen Fierce Demonic Sword', it seems that this fellow Taoist is a disciple of Huang Jue Palace!" He Yunling looked at this fierce sword with an expression on his face. The wind is light and the clouds are calm.
"If you were in your heyday, I would still be a little afraid, but now you are only 30% strong, what can you do to me?"
He Yunling sneered, and the magic formula in his hand changed, and the golden dragon in the air opened his mouth and spit out a puff of water. The golden light dispersed the long sword composed of demonic energy, and then the dragon's head swung and swallowed Mojiu in again.
This time, Mo Jiu could no longer escape from the dragon's mouth. His black robe fell apart in mid-air, revealing a tall and thin man inside, with eyes full of fear.
“No!”
With an unwilling roar, Mo Jiu’s entire body was swallowed by the golden dragon, and no trace of breath remained.
(End of this chapter)