Although the lake dragon had suffered some injuries due to its unauthorized attack on the Xunlong before, it was now furious and terrifying. The lake water in the area around the Longhu Mountain boat was
It was stirred up into a turbid state, with small swirling whirlpools everywhere. The reeds by the lake and the metasequoia trees on the shore were also constantly trembling, making a roaring sound.
As the sun set, the lake dragon that had been hiding in the depths of Dongting Lake for who knows how many years finally emerged from the water, suddenly rose up, and was about to overturn the boat on Longhu Mountain to the side.
I don’t know what happened between this crimson lake dragon and this group of old Taoist priests. It actually made it want to bury all the people in Longhu Mountain regardless of its own safety. Or maybe it had
It is the responsibility of guarding the dragon's lair, so he is determined to kill anyone who might disturb the dragon's lair.
This lake dragon has an ugly and ferocious face, eats too much human flesh, and does evil everywhere, so I don't have much favorable impressions of it. I feel like it's just a dog-eating-dog thing, so it doesn't have much to do with it.
My idea was just to be a spectator and watch the show.
Previously, Hu Jiao overturned a boat in Longhu Mountain on the spot, and then tracked down the boat where Master Mochizuki was, killed a few more people, and escaped with the boat, showing its natural pressure in the lake water. However, this time
Such a record has nothing to boast about at this moment. Its reappearance did not bring too much panic to the people in Longhu Mountain. I saw that the people on the boat in Longhu Mountain were not afraid at all, but instead
Cheered and jumped.
From this point of view, Master Shanyang should not have followed the fleet before, but now, he is here.
The crimson lake dragon was still attacking. This strange creature similar to the alligator roared with a strange duck-like sound, quack quack. The atmosphere in the air was quite solemn, and when it was about to hit the Longhu Mountain,
When the boat was on the boat, suddenly a green halo of light came from the boat, directly touching the place where the hull of the boat came into contact with the hard corner of the lake dragon's forehead.
Boom...
A low and melodious sound, like the shock wave of an ancient temple bronze bell, spreads around. The calm lake water in the distance is stirred up by this sound, and the waves continue to ripple and echo in all directions. When we hear it, our eardrums are numb.
It shattered. On one side was a legendary dragon that had been cultivated and refined, with sharp collision angles, and on the other was an ordinary old boat with a wooden structure. Logically speaking, the scene we should have seen was that the boat collapsed, and then everything on the lake was shattered.
It was a scene of wooden boards and human bodies floating away. However, at this moment, the lake dragon seemed to have hit the iron board and fell directly into the water.
It is also a ferocious beast that has roamed the Dongting Lake for countless years. It has a very hot temper no matter what. It only treats humans at the primary stage of food. How could it suffer such a disadvantage? One attack failed, and it did not escape.
It's jumping out of the water again.
This time the lake dragon appeared at the stern of the boat. Its target was an arrogant young man we had met several times, who was the Little Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. The creature had a wide mouth, and there were densely packed sharp teeth between its upper and lower jaws.
There are still many severed limbs and minced meat left inside, which turned out to be the dead bodies of the Fish Head Gang that we left on the lake there, and now they have become its food.
The lake dragon's mouth opened wide, and the fishy smell filled his nostrils. If he was bitten by it, the little Celestial Master would have ten lives, and I'm afraid he would have to answer the question here.
The little Heavenly Master was not afraid. He touched the Qingfeng Sword at his waist, took a step back, then stepped forward and stabbed the lake dragon with his sword.
The boat did not exceed our expectations. A green light still rose up. The lake dragon hit the iron plate again, and the sword in the little Tianshi's hand wiped out a spark from the scales under the lake dragon's jaw. The lake dragon did not
Opportunity to go into the water again, contempt is its biggest original sin, and stubbornness is the ultimate reason for its death in this battle. The next moment, a hatch of the Longhu Mountain boat suddenly opened, and a light yellow figure appeared. He raised his hand and immediately
A ray of golden light shone on the lake dragon, controlling its entire body, and then a nearly ten-meter white Chao Hut appeared out of thin air.
Yes, nearly ten meters away, this white Chao Hut was covered in gray. It should have been the concentration of thoughts. After suddenly appearing, it hit the middle of the lake dragon's slender body heavily. Then the huge dragon body didn't even have time to struggle, and then moved toward it.
Suddenly he fell down on the shore.
The white Chao Hut was so powerful that it turned suddenly, and then slammed down the lake dragon that fell on the wetland by the lake.
It smacks a mosquito like once, twice, or three times!
After three full strokes, the white Chao Hut turned into countless swimming auras. It swam in the air for a short while and then disappeared into the invisible. As for the crimson lake dragon, it had already been photographed at this moment.
On the verge of death, the dragon's tail stiffly supported itself in mid-air, and finally fell down weakly.
It was an instant kill, with no resistance at all.
Watching several Taoist priests on the Longhu Mountain boat leaping towards the lake shore, the little heavenly master slowly penetrated the lake dragon's jaw with the sword in his hand, ending its life. We are all still here
I was surprised by the explosion of the yellow figure just now. That person was not Wangyue, but a hale old man with black hair. After taking action, he attacked with all his strength. When the overall situation was decided, no one said hello and returned.
Arriving in the cabin, he disappeared into darkness.
Zamao Xiaodao, who was watching next to me, saw the whole process and couldn't help but sigh: "Tianzi Hu, I didn't expect that Shan Yang was here. His "Recording Sutra" seems to have reached the state of Dzogchen.
Coupled with the gifts given by Immortal Master Daoling, there are really not many people in the world who can defeat him..."
Zamao Xiaodao's words were quite flattering, but there were so many emotions flashing in those little eyes that even I couldn't figure out what was hidden inside, so I asked this guy, is he really so powerful?
Zamao Xiaodao nodded and said that it was natural. Ten years ago, the cultivation levels of him and my master were considered to be fifty-fifty, between equals. But after my master closed the door to death, it was precisely because of
His existence has made Longhushan's influence in the court faintly surpass that of Maoshan. Otherwise, how could you think that Zhao Chengfeng, a duplicitous figure who knows how to pull strings, can be like my senior brother?
The dragon and the phoenix among the people, together they are called the Twin Cities of Black Hands?
I said, uh, isn't the name of the Black Hand Shuangcheng the senior brother? Zhao Chengfeng is also called this?
Miscellaneous gossip said that when Zhao Chengfeng first entered the Seventh Division of the General Administration, he relied on his reputation as a good person and became known as the two gangsters together with his senior brother. However, later the senior brother said that he disdains the company of villains, and the boss of the General Administration found out.
Wan'er, these two people were at odds with each other, and Zhao Chengfeng was renamed "Two Cities with Sleeves and Hands". Hey, he was good at dancing with long sleeves. This name suited Zhao Chengfeng quite well, and he liked it too, so he called him that.
Alas, it's just a black hand or a hidden hand. Compared to the cheating "scar-faced weirdo" like me, it's like VIP treatment...
Just when Zamao Xiaodao and I were talking about the past of Longhu Mountain, the Longhu Mountain boat on the opposite side had slowly begun to dock. It was getting late at this time, and they had no intention of exploring all night, but just went to the lakeside.
They set up a camp platform, then set up a big pot at the place where the lake dragon died, boiled the hot water, sharpened their knives, and dissected the dead lake dragon, carefully peeling off the skin from beginning to end, and bleeding out.
Undoing the meat is a feeling of joy and contentment.
The Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain had an unforgettable hatred for this lake dragon, so they were not polite when picking up the trophies and sorted them into different categories. The scales were stacked in one place, the bones were removed in one place, and the muscles, muscles, and skin were all different. However, these guys did not
Duoduo's skill as a butler and his cattle-cutting skills made it a bit bloody, staining all the lake water with blood.
Hu Jiao is full of treasures, even the meat. Eating it can add a lot of energy, so he washes it directly, and after cleaning up all the things with it, he cuts it into pieces and throws them into the two large pots for cooking.
, after it is half cooked, add salt, wild onions, lake shrimps and asparagus and other things from the lake, and then stir continuously.
Even above the Dragon Horn, one could smell the smell that penetrated straight into his nose. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and wished he could ask for a bite.
That day, we were begging for a bite of food from Longhushan in a low voice. We just thought about it. We were not so mean. We just watched these Taoist priests sitting by the lakeside in batches after having dinner in silence on the Xunlong.
After eating, the bonfire made the happy faces of those people look particularly real. The master of Ciyuan Pavilion turned around and asked the masked man next to him in a low voice: "Mr. Wei, do you think the real dragon is still in the lair?"
When Mr. Wei told us about the habits of the real dragon before, he said that it likes silence and does not like movement. It either lurks under the Nine Netherworld or soars beyond the Nine Heavens. It dislikes noisy the most. At this moment, Longhu Mountain is boiling by the lake.
My companion in the lake, if it were there, it would probably have jumped out long ago.
The power of the dragon is like a prison. In its heart, although humans are the creatures it wants to protect, if anyone dares to offend itself, they are just ants and can be destroyed easily. For example, if we raise chickens, we will take care of everything.
Its life, but if one or two particularly violent ones dare to use moths and peck us, wouldn't they be kicked away?
It only costs about ten yuan.
Mr. Wei was as calm as water, silently watching the bonfire jumping in the distance, and said lightly: "We may be able to inherit the true dragon's journey from the classics and the experience of our ancestors, but even if we can know what it is thinking?
"Say this, it means that we don't know. We waited silently, and at this time, a small boat came over from the Longhu Mountain and seemed to want to make contact with us.