I picked up the scattered attributes

"What could be wrong with an old man like me?"

Jiao Qingtu shook his head, his aura imposing and his magical power surging. He sneered casually, "If you hadn't left so quickly, I could have fought that little kitten for another three hundred rounds! By the way, why did you leave in such a hurry?"

This is also something Jiao Qingtu can't understand.

In his opinion, the attack that Feng Xia just unleashed was absolutely astonishing. If Feng Xia hadn't left too quickly, he and Feng Xia together would have had a real chance to kill the Lion King!

"Fellow Daoist, why do you think I left in such a hurry?"

At that moment, Feng Xia's aura rapidly declined, and in an instant, he fell from his peak to the bottom!

Jiao Qingtu's eyes widened in shock: "Fellow Daoist, you...you...you..."

Feng Xia shook his head, signaling the old dragon to be quiet. At the same time, a Dao platform appeared behind his head. The Yuan Dan on the platform was dim and suddenly exploded into fragments with a crack.

"Fellow Daoist, your Yuan Dan—" Jiao Qingtu was once again horrified.

Before he could finish speaking, the mysterious man shrouded in starlight reached out, grabbed the scattered fragments of the Yuan Dan, and crunched them into his stomach.

Jiao Qingtu opened his mouth and slowly typed out a question mark.

Yuan Dan...ate it!?

However, immediately afterward, he saw Feng Xia grab the Daotai behind his head, snap it in half, and stuff it into his mouth, chewing it with relish.

In the end, with only four golden fragments left in his hand, Feng Xia regretfully tossed them aside. At the same time, his aura recovered somewhat.

Jiao Qingtu was completely stunned.

Was this even possible?

"Fellow Daoist... what exactly is going on...?"

After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you seriously injured?"

"It's not that I'm injured, I'm just temporarily exhausted." Feng Xia shook his head and gave Jiao Qingtu an answer that was hard to accept. "It's just that my cultivation is useless now, so I'll just give it up for the time being."

Jiao Qing Tu: ?

Can you really do without cultivation for the time being!?

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Chapter 0217

After a long silence, Jiao Qingtu finally couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist, why are you willing to be an enemy of the Demon God Palace to rescue the young people of my clan?"

Jiao Qingtu, who had been invincible for most of his life, had experienced ups and downs, and witnessed both light and darkness. This experience made him believe again that there could be someone who would offer unreserved help to a complete stranger...

It's very difficult!

"If I had to say..."

Feng Xia thought about it seriously for a moment before answering with utmost sincerity, "Maybe it's because that kid is quite handsome?!"

Jiao Qingtu trembled for no apparent reason.

Why did his uneasy premonition suddenly become stronger?

"Fellow Daoist, please don't joke about such things." He couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, but halfway through his sentence, Jiao Qingtu suddenly coughed violently.

Almost instantly, his body became extremely hunched.

Immediately afterwards, the old man suddenly lay down on the ground and transformed back into his original form without warning. A huge dragon lay across the wilderness, exuding an extremely strong aura of death.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jiao Qingtu coughed repeatedly, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

Even his blood, at this moment, was filled with a grayish color, because the death energy accumulated in his body had reached its limit and could no longer be suppressed by his cultivation, and began to continuously erode every inch of his body.

Feng Xia's brows furrowed suddenly: "Fellow Daoist, your injuries..."

Faced with this situation, even if he reacted slowly, he would have realized that something was wrong.

In an instant, a bad thought jumped into his mind.

“I’ve tried to check his injuries many times before, but he always refused. Could it be because…”

With this in mind, Feng Xia once again released his senses, attempting to probe Jiao Qingtu's injuries.

But the next second, his expression turned utterly horrified:

"How is that possible... your injuries were clearly already—"

"Cough cough cough... My injuries are fine."

Jiao Qingtu coughed a few more times, spitting out fragments of his internal organs. His expression improved slightly, but his breathing became even weaker: "Fellow Daoist, this is the only remaining heir of my East Sea Jiao Clan. I still want to watch him grow up, to see him marry ten or eight female Jiao Dragons, and one day, to restore the glory of my East Sea Jiao Clan..."

The old dragon whispered weakly, and around him, many plants and trees were withering away, corroded by the deathly aura.

Feng Xia suddenly fell silent.

Although his medical skills were not high, he could still see Jiao Qingtu's current condition. Even with his Dharma Aspect Realm cultivation, this old king of the East Sea Jiao Clan could not suppress the loss of his own essence. Before long, this incomparably powerful being would meet his death.

"No, to be more precise..."

Without Jiao Qingtu's active obstruction, Feng Xia finally saw everything clearly.

An indescribable bittersweet feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

With his mastery of the soul, he could clearly sense that Jiao Qingtu's soul had long since vanished from the purple mansion between his eyebrows.

He suddenly understood.

When the old man first encountered Jiao Qingtu, he was already completely annihilated. However, his obsession was incredibly strong, carrying the last madness of the East Sea Jiao Clan. Even after death, he continued to control his body, causing him to keep coming from the East Sea, trying to break into the Demon God Palace time and time again.

If I hadn't met myself...

Feng Xia paused slightly, then stopped imagining.

What he encountered was never the real Jiao Qing Tu, but a resentful ghost, or perhaps an unforgettable echo that resonated in the world, eventually intertwining with his destiny.

"Even if he didn't realize it himself, three days was probably the longest he could endure."

Looking at the old dragon again, Feng Xia's eyes were filled with even more complex emotions: "It's just that he took me to attack the Demon God Palace, which caused the power of his obsession to be constantly consumed, greatly shortening his lifespan. So much so that at this moment, he is about to be completely exhausted."

It is conceivable that once Jiao Qingtu's obsession dissipates, it will be a complete and utter death, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Jiao Qingtu seemed oblivious to Feng Xia's changes. At this moment, he was no longer the Dragon King who dominated the East Sea, nor the powerful Dharma Aspect Realm expert who shook the world, but just an ordinary old man on his deathbed.

"That kid Jiao Jiao is mysterious, but also very interesting. He learns everything incredibly fast, to an alarming degree. Even in the ten-thousand-year history of the East Sea Jiao Clan, there has never been such a miracle. As long as he is here, the East Sea Jiao Clan will not be extinct!"

As he spoke, a glimmer of light seemed to appear in the old man's eyes: "Fellow Daoist, where exactly have you hidden that boy? Quickly bring him to see me, I don't have much power left... cough cough cough! I really don't have much left..."

He had just finished speaking when he had another violent coughing fit.

Suddenly, one of his claws fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood rapidly melted away. He had already suffered a terrible injury there, but he had been suppressing it with his cultivation, which was why it hadn't erupted.

But now, as Jiao Qingtu's cultivation level continues to decline, the various injuries on his body can no longer be suppressed.

Immediately afterwards, one of his eyeballs rolled off and rolled a long way away.

Feng Xia stared blankly at this scene.

Not long ago, the old man was able to pick up his eyeballs and put them back in their sockets.

however……

But now it's impossible.

Both of his claws fell to the ground, corroded by some terrible force, turning into blood little by little, never to grow back.

"Quickly, fellow Daoist, summon him out!" Jiao Qingtu gasped for breath, a trembling smile spreading across his face. "Though my eyesight is failing, I can still offer him some guidance..."

Feng Xia's expression grew colder and colder, and finally, he let out a long sigh.

The starlight surrounding him gradually faded, revealing a handsome young man with delicate features and two horns on his head. Even just standing there, he exuded an extraordinary and refined air.

"You... how could you..." Jiao Qingtu was stunned.

His thoughts were a little muddled, but he quickly came to his senses: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is... No wonder you said you weren't a member of the Jiaolong clan... No wonder, no wonder..."

Jiao Qingtu seemed to have figured something out. With a hint of relief and regret, he smiled broadly, and his remaining eye slowly closed: "So be it. The legacy of my East Sea Jiao Clan has not truly vanished..."

Just then, a firm voice suddenly came to his almost deaf ears.

"No...look carefully!"

Jiao Qingtu looked up weakly and saw a hundred-zhang-long dragon suddenly come into view, majestic and awe-inspiring, with a noble bloodline surging within it.

Roar--

The dragon raised its head and roared.

Jiao Qingtu's eyelids finally closed completely: "Thank you... so much..."

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Chapter 0218

At this moment, a powerful being who shook the world finally closed his eyes slowly.

In fact, he had long since been annihilated, but a lingering obsession with not giving up had kept him going until now.

However, after a great battle, the last lingering attachment slowly dissipated, returning to the heavens, to the earth, to dust and soil, to wind and sand.