Dizang was stunned when he heard this and asked, "What should I do? Is it too late to temporarily learn the technique of flying clouds and driving fog?"

Su Jin turned his eyes to the bamboo forest behind him and said, "Demon Spirit, Xiao Wei, you two go cut down some bamboos and make a big bamboo raft."

The two women took the order and left, and used demonic power and demonic energy to cut off many bamboos, connected them together with golden silk and silver threads, and weaved a huge bamboo raft, which was placed in the sea like a piece of land.

The four of them boarded the bamboo raft one after another, and the rowing matter was naturally handed over to Dizang. Fortunately, the young monk was extremely close to him. He sat on the bamboo raft, using his hands as a slurry. It seemed that with a light move, the bamboo raft was pushed forward by a force.

The breeze is coming, the sea is calm, and the sunlight reflects brilliant golden light on the water waves.

Su Jin lay beside Xiao Wei, with her head resting on the soft and elastic thighs of the Demon Spirit, and she took a nap with her eyes closed.

"roar……"

"hold head high……"

Suddenly, the extremely shrill dragon roars came along the wind, making Su Jin instinctively slim up.

"Master, someone is working on the dragon." The Demon Spirit said softly with courage to smooth out his frown brows.

Su Jin sat up straight and looked up. On the royal blue sea surface, a blue-faced demon god with a hundred feet tall was holding a red and golden dragon tightly with both hands. No matter how the dragon struggled, he could not escape the confinement of his hands.

The so-called dragon slaughter means trying to tame the dragon clan and use it for your own use. If you lose all the bones and tempers of the selected dragon clan, you will get a slave who pulls a cart in your spare time and fights desperately in war.

The dragon clan is weak and unable to change this universal thing, so some ordinary dragon clans have become cattle and horse-like livestock in the immortal clan.

"Lan Ling Shen, I am the bloodline of the Dragon King. How dare you take me as your slave?" The dragon, who could not escape from it, shouted loudly in the air.

"Just! The real dragon king's bloodline, not to mention having two horns and three claws, should at least be an immortal dragon, not a dragon, right?" Lan Lingshen sneered: "Just you deserve it?"

"My mother is the daughter of the Dragon King. She married my father, the Black Water Snake King, and I was born with me. Therefore, my bloodline is born impure. This time I came to Donghai to visit my grandfather on the order of my parents. If you harm me, my grandfather will definitely spare you." Chi Jinlong shouted loudly.

Lan Ling Shen hesitated for a moment, and was so obsessed with the desire to gain power that he was not willing to let the other party go. He shouted: "The secular agreement that as long as it is not the pure blood of the dragon clan, the immortals can capture it. The dragon clan will not make a big fuss about it and care about anything. No matter whether what you said is true or false, you are not pure blood. There is no reason why others can catch it. I, Lan Ling Shen, don't struggle. At worst, I will treat you better in the future and don't drive you as a slave."

The Red Golden Dragon roared repeatedly. Although he was about to be pinched to death, You Zi held on in one breath, rather than die than give in.

"Demon Spirit, go and ask what background that guy is. If it is related to the Three Sects and Heavenly Court, don't do anything for the time being. Follow my arrangements. If it has nothing to do with the Three Sects Heavenly Court, just kill it and then bring the red golden dragon to me." Su Jin ordered.

Soon after, the demon spirit stepped on the Thunder Demon Sword, flew into the air to the Blue Spirit God, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist is polite."

When Lan Lingshen heard the sound, he looked at the demon spirit's convex figure and pure and charming cheeks. His mind suddenly swayed. The palms holding the Red Golden Dragon subconsciously relaxed a lot, and he smiled and said, "The fairy is polite... what advice do you have?"

"When the little woman saw that her fellow Taoist was gifted and powerful, she couldn't help but feel admiration in her heart. How dare she ask the fellow Taoist where the fairy mountain she lives and who is the famous teacher she worshiped?" The demon spirit spoke with a glittering eyes, looking admiring.

"It made the fairy laugh. I, Lan Ling Shen, have walked to this day step by step. I have never worshipped any master. This strength and cultivation are all..."

"puff!"

Before he could finish his words, the flying sword under the Demon Spirit's feet turned into a ray of light, piercing through his eyebrows fiercely, killing his body and soul into one.

A demon god who has spent so much time, encountered many adventures, and experienced many life and death hardships to grow up, died easily on the sea because he did not have a reliable backer behind him. His life is as fragile as the flowers in late autumn. When a gust of cold wind blows, he witheres instantly.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace!" The Red Golden Dragon, who survived the disaster and escaped from the sky, looked at the demon spirit with gratitude and said, "I also ask you to tell me the name, and my Heishui clan will be rewarded in the future!"

The demon spirit turned around and said lightly: "It is my master who wants to save you, not me. Hurry up and turn into a human form and go with me to thank you."

Chi Jinlong responded quickly, transformed himself into a stunning young man, obediently following the demon spirit and came to the bamboo raft.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace." Chi Jinlong could not see Su Jin's body, and only thought he was a passing immortal, and bowed and said in the etiquette of the immortal.

Su Jin waved his hand and said, "I have a lot of connection with your grandfather, so it is appropriate to save you. Less gossip, follow me to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea..."

For some reason, Chi Jinlong suddenly felt that the other person's body seemed to be much taller, and a faint pressure was released from this body. His scalp was numb when his eyes touched him.

Not long after, the Red Golden Dragon turned back to the dragon body, leading the way forward, leading a group of four people who abandoned the bamboo raft to the gloomy and cold Dragon Palace, and happened to be walking with a team of heavenly soldiers and generals carrying countless large boxes.

"Huh..." Chi Jinlong looked at the soldiers in surprise and murmured softly: "Has Mr. Longji passed by? Why did he send the dowry so early?"

"Princess Longji, pass by?" Su Jin asked, "What does this mean?"

"More than ten years ago, my grandfather went to the Heavenly Court to ask for a golden marriage for my third uncle Ao Bing. These third aunts are Princess Longji, the biological daughter of the Jade Emperor of Heavenly Court. "Chengjinlong and his wife spoke with honor, as if it was a great honor for the Dragon Clan to marry a princess.

"Is the Jade Emperor trying to win over the dragon clan?" Su Jin murmured softly, constantly weighing the impact of this matter and the pros and cons in his heart.

"Prime Minister Turtle, has my third aunt entered the door?" Suddenly, seeing an old man carrying a turtle shell walking out of the dragon palace, Chi Jinlong asked hurriedly.

Hearing this, the Prime Minister's face froze and he was speechless for a moment.

Chi Jinlong saw his face change, and his heart suddenly stumbled, saying, "Is there something wrong?"
Chapter completed!