"Thank you, Zhenjun, for your advice, I'm so stingy."

The Qingping Temple Master said as he reached out and slapped himself in the mouth.

After putting the golden snake in the gourd, the true Lord Ping'an threw it to the owner of Qingpingguanguan with a bottle of pill, and then raised his mouth and said:

"Do your best work under my hands, and your benefits will be indispensable in the future."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The Qingping Temple Master was immediately grateful.

He had to come with so many benefits after picking up a small golden snake for no reason. He just felt that he might be running in time.

I also feel that it is time to operate, and there is the true Lord Ping'an.

He told the Ye Xiu that this little snake was beneficial to him, but it was actually a discount. In fact, it was not just a benefit. With this marrow-eating golden spirit snake, his future path of cultivation can be described as a rise to the top. Not to mention breaking through the Nascent Soul, it is not difficult to break through to the tribulation stage!

"This is probably the case with the so-called lucky fortune from heaven?"

Walking out of Qingpingguan’s backyard, the Zhenjun Ping’an looked up at the sky, and his hand holding the jade gourd was trembling.

"The subject, the subject, the subject is not good!"

But he just sighed like this and saw a young Taoist coming to the front with a panic look on his face.

"What a shock, what a stylistic thing!"

Qingping Temple Master kicked the young Taoist priest away with one kick.

"The master, it's really bad!"

The young Taoist priest got up from the ground, then his face twisted and said quickly:

"An old woman came outside and said she was here to find his grandson. She killed many of us in a disagreement!"

After hearing what he said, the Lord Qingping Temple and the Zhenjun Ping'an beside him both looked shaking.

"I dare to be presumptuous in my dojo, I think he is tired of living!"

Zhenjun Ping'an snorted coldly.

Today he got a huge opportunity. When he was in a good mood, he naturally would not be stingy with a few mouthfuls of true energy in his body.

The three of them immediately came to the front yard of the Taoist temple.

At this time, the front yard of Qingping Temple was already in a mess. A famous man was so handsome that he was so dressed in a wild manner that he lay down all over the ground, with broken limbs and wrecks everywhere.

And in the middle of this messy courtyard, only a gray-haired old woman stood.

At first, Zhenjun Ping'an was a little wary. Although these wild monks practiced Taoism in a shallow way, they still needed some cultivation to solve him quietly under his nose. But when he saw the old woman's cultivation level clearly, his heart suddenly calmed down.

A mediocre old woman who just reached the Nascent Soul!

"Where did the crazy woman come from, Qingpingguan, come to cause trouble!"

Before the Zhenjun Ping'an spoke, Qingping Guanguan, who was beside him, snorted coldly. Obviously, he had also seen through the old woman's cultivation.

However, the old woman seemed to have not heard him at all, but just looked at the two of them indifferently, then asked in a stiff tone:

"Did you see my grandson?"

"Crazy woman, why don't you get out of here? You don't have your grandson!"

There is Zhenjun Ping'an in Qingping Temple and the master is full of confidence.

"Didn't see it? It shouldn't be~"

The old woman raised her head and frowned and sniffed, then looked at the Qingping Guanguan again with a look of indifference: "You hid my grandson?"

"An old thing who doesn't know how to live or die!"

The Qingping Temple Master snorted coldly and raised his hand. A golden seal flew out of his palm and finally turned into a ball of flame and rushed towards the old woman.

"Bang!~"

However, before the flames enveloped the old woman, a big hole was blown out. Through the big hole, you could see that the old woman was lifting a finger and pointing coldly at the Qingping Guanguanguan.

Although he was just pointed at this, the Qingping Temple's owner had a hair standing up all over his body, as if his life was pinched in his hands by an old woman.

The Zhenjun Ping'an on the side obviously noticed the abnormality, but it was too late.

The old woman's fingers were slightly raised, and then she just bounced at the Qingping Temple's owner, and then the Qingping Temple's owner's head shattered like a big watermelon.

"You're the end..."

"Bang!~"

Zhenjun Ping'an was shocked and angry, but before he could say anything, an invisible power made him kneel on his knees.

Immediately afterwards, the old woman's figure expanded little by little, and finally turned into a giant dragon more than a hundred feet long, lying on the hill and overlooking him.

"You..." Lao Long slowly stretched out his giant claws and pressed his sharp claws against Zhenjun Ping'an's forehead, "Did you see my grandson?"

"I...I...I...I don't know where I offended Senior Dragon God?"

The true master of Ping'an, who had been arrogant just now, couldn't say a word for a long time.

In the face of such pure terrifying power, thousands of magic weapons and magical powers became useless in an instant.

"Um?"

The strength of the old dragon's fingertips, who failed to get the answer, increased by a point.

"ah!--"

For a moment, the true Lord Ping'an felt that not only his head, but also his soul would be shattered by Lao Long's finger.

"Old dragon, boy...that snake!"

At the critical moment, the true king of Ping'an suddenly remembered something, immediately raised the jade gourd with both hands, and then said in a crying voice:

"Senior Dragon God, what you said is this..."

Before he could finish his words, the jade gourd in his hand flew straight to Lao Long.

Then the old man stretched out his other claw, gently pinched the jade gourd, and crushed the jade gourd directly.

The golden snake fell into its palm.

"Grandson...my grandson..."

When the old dragon saw the little snake, his fierce murderous intent suddenly decreased, and his eyes were full of love and sympathy.

At this moment, the Zhenjun Ping'an found the right time to sacrifice his natal flying sword, and stepped on the flying sword and shot out through the air.

"Hmph!~"

Looking at the figure of Zhenjun Ping'an escaped, the old dragon suddenly snorted coldly, and then his huge body soared into the sky.

"Dare to hurt my grandson and seek death!"

In just a moment, the old dragon appeared on the head of the true king of Ping'an.

"Empress Long Shen, I really don't know that the little snake is your grandson. Please let me go for the sake of Ziyun Sect."

Zhenjun Ping'an, whose body was fixed, immediately cried and begged.

"What is Ziyun Sect?!"

The old dragon did not give him any affection, and the huge dragon tail directly took a photo at the true Lord Ping'an.

Zhenjun Ping'an had no choice but to sacrifice his natal flying sword to resist.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the flying sword of Zhenjun Ping'an's destiny shattered in an instant, and a purple lightning as thick as a mountain fell down with the tail of the old dragon, bombarding the Zhenjun Ping'an.

"Good grandson, grandma takes you home."

After doing all this, the old dragon held the golden snake in his hand, walked away on the clouds, and disappeared into the air.

In the dense forest below.

It was not until the old dragon's figure completely disappeared and the burning scars on Ping'an Zhenjun slowly got up from the deep pit.

Yes, he is not dead yet.
Chapter completed!