Chapter 416 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 35
Chapter 416 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 35
Jiang Ziwu smiled and said nothing. His eyes never changed.
Such a look shows an unquestionable attitude.
Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai didn't speak. They grew up in Wushan, so they naturally knew what the change of dragon veins meant.
They had never thought of such a large-scale operation. They had been trapped in the Wushan Mountains for hundreds of years and never knew that there were waterways flowing.
If the water dragon fills the waterway, it means: there is not one dragon here, but three dragons! Or even four dragons!
One mountain and two rivers, riding the wind - no, Xiao Hei thought of Jiang Zi Wu changing "Jun" to "Jiang".
As a human emperor, he was also involved in this major change in Feng Shui.
This place is now a mountain, three rivers, and four dragons! Using wooden knives and ambergris as transport media, all the luck and energy are put on Fuchen to gain Fuchen's vitality and opportunity to become a god.
If it succeeds, both the country and its people can leap forward.
Defeat, life will be ruined. Dragon will die and people will be left in despair.
Jiang Ziwu glanced over and saw Xiao Hei's cold expression and knew that he had guessed it.
"But this is not enough." Jiang Ziwu looked at the "floating dust" that had grown into a towering tree and looked up to the sky. "It's far from enough."
The wind was howling and there was a lot of water mixed with it.
Both Xiao Hei and Jiang Zi could still stand on the mountain, but Xiao Bai's figure became increasingly blurred.
"Black!" Bai shouted.
Xiao Hei turned around and said coldly, "Come up."
The white clouds turned into white clouds and wrapped around the black cloak, gradually disappearing into it.
Jiang Zi had no time to look for it, so he walked to another place and cut his wrist.
Blood dripped on the small sunken grass slope, and soon there was no trace.
Jiang Ziwu lowered his hand, and large drops of blood dripped down, mixed with small pieces of meat, and fell into the grass.
The small concave slope still quickly returned to green, and there was no blood red.
Jiang Ziwukan had almost finished bleeding, and formed a seal with one hand to seal the blood veins in his right hand. Then he sat on the small concave slope, kneaded the seal with both hands, and silently recited the incantation.
There was gradually a green mist floating around his body.
"Tah, tah, tah—" a huge sound came.
This sound comes from the mountains and rivers, as if the mountains and rivers are dismantling themselves——
At the same time.
Haimen Village.
Suddenly heavy rain fell from the sky, falling to the ground, and even unknown big fish fell.
And there is a place in the mountain stream that is even stranger. It is not just rain, but heavy rain connected with the sky, falling down like a waterfall.
Mr. Yan was so angry that he cursed and rushed over quickly, "Who touched the leading formation!"
Followed by a fat pig trotting quickly.
Mr. Yan took the lead and flew over. He didn't know who activated the mechanism. He rushed to the waterfall and flew towards it. From a distance, he saw a big tree appearing at the position of the dragon's head, with black dragons tumbling around the tree. He immediately understood, "a group of madmen."
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How did he know the secret of Haimen Village?
I can only follow Mr. Yan who is a madman and run to another place.
"Yan Lang! Lang Jun!" someone shouted.
Mr. Yan suddenly turned around, ran over, hugged the person and flew to the village, "Why are you here? Go back quickly!"
"Is something going to happen to you?" Li Miaomiao asked.
Mr. Yan smiled and said, "How can something happen to me? Peace of mind, peace of mind." Then he shouted towards the back, "Guisun, hurry up!"
A fat pig jumped into view, squirming quickly, and in Mr. Yan's eyes, it was as fast as an insect crawling.
Mr. Yan waved his hand, and the fat pig flew to his eyes and turned into an old man with a white beard.
"Look at Miaomiao and the village. Don't let your grandson spoil this big thing!" Mr. Yan scolded, and coaxed Miaomiao a few more words. He quickly rushed over and landed on a mountain col, where he transformed into a prototype. The trunk climbed higher, the branches and leaves grew, and the tree
The roots stretch to grip the ground firmly.
Viewed from a high altitude, the big trees shade the sky, but they are within a circle. The Shuitian Waterfall not far away is also exactly a circle, surrounded by mountains and rivers, forming a perfect circle.
This exactly corresponds to the dragon's veins and tail.
The dragon's tail curled up into a whirlpool. Master Wutian built a water gate here to connect to the sea. He also helped Mr. Yan gain enlightenment and stayed here for generations until the Haimen Village opened the gate to the sea and the sky.
Five hundred years ago, Master Wutian not only dug two water channels for the mountain dragon veins, but also designed the dragon veins into "two dragon heads", also called dragon turning.
The dragon's head and dragon's tail are at the same altitude, the lower one is the dragon's body.
When the dragon vein "dies", the emperor or Mr. Yan can change the dragon head to be "reborn" and become a new dragon vein.
But now it has been changed randomly by the new emperor!
Mr. Yan gritted his teeth. The location he was in was a burst of eyes, which turned out to be the place where the floating dust turned into a dragon and slept and made a lot of noise. Forced by desperation, he temporarily took over the family to adapt to the changes in the formation.
"Tah, tah, tah—" a huge sound came.
Xiao Hei stood next to Jiang Ziwu, protecting him.
"Coax-" there was a loud noise.
"Tap-tat-tat-" there was a constant muffled sound. The surrounding vision was changing and rotating.
Slowly and slowly, the mountains and rivers changed. In the long time of three sticks of incense, the mountains and rivers changed.
But if you look carefully, there is no change!
Xiao Hei kept his surprise in his heart and stayed by the man's side quietly.
The mountains and rivers no longer change, and men also open their eyes.
Jiang Ziwu looked at his surroundings and smiled.
In Haimen Village, a child pulled an adult and pointed at the big tree and said, "Uncle, that tree seems to have changed."
"Nonsense! Isn't this Lord Mountain God?"
The old man in front of the adults had calm eyes and said nothing. Miaomiao was worried, but not sure, so she asked the old man, "Um, is my husband okay?"
The old man shook his head, "I don't know yet, let's see what the people above do."
"Ah." Miaomiao fell into a new wave of sadness.
Jiang Ziwu looked at Haimen Village at the foot of the mountain. He knew about Mr. Yan, and he also knew that the sachet on Fuchen's feet was Mr. Yan's flower vine.
Thanks to the Feng Shui sword given to him by Fu Chen, he figured out how to change the faucet.
Feng Shui Feng Shui, now both the dragon head and the tail have strong Feng Shui.
The formation turns and the dragon turns over.
After turning over, he became not only a mountain dragon, but also had this luck.
Although the altitude of both ends of the mountain dragon is the same, the big trees planted are not at the same height. The tree represents endless life, and sitting on the longan or formation eye means the gate of life. Now the floating dust is higher in the inland direction, Mr. Yan
Low offshore.
The entire dragon vein shows the trend of a mountain dragon lying in the river and lowering its head to drink from the sea.
The opened Haitian Gate is the dragon's mouth, and Mr. Yan attracts the wind.
Feng shui will continue to flow into the big tree along the dragon's body.
He wants her alive!
No matter what the will of heaven is.
The big tree began to glow with golden light.
Soon, two more light-colored water dragons loomed nearby.
"Black!" Jiang Ziwu shouted.
Hei looked over, made eye contact, and confirmed: Are you serious?
Luck is on your back.
Once something happens to them, the fate of the country will change, and the fate of the 500,000 people of Dongling Kingdom will undergo earth-shaking changes.
This is no child's play.
There was no fluctuation in Jiang Ziwu's eyes.
Hei Mingran transformed into a black dragon and faced the water dragon.
Bai was watching anxiously from below.
Jiang Ziwu also showed his luck and led the black dragon on his body to the side of the water dragon and slowly swallowed it. The black dragon's body appeared faintly blue and gradually turned dark purple.
Something unexpected happened to Xiao Hei over there. He couldn't transform in the water. Dragon scales grew on his head, but his right eye and above couldn't change.
Metamorphosis ceases.
Jiang Ziwu was a little anxious, and so was Xiao Hei.
"Hei!" Bai glanced at Jiang Ziwu. She knew that Xiao Hei's future was tied to this man. She also knew that both he and Xiao Hei knew that they were rushing to transform into dragons at this time, and even if they became real dragons, they would not be able to do so in the future.
There is a chance to ascend.
Black ignored Bai, but still gritted his teeth and wanted to break through.
Bai was anxious and thought for a long time, then he simply jumped up and turned into a prototype. The white clouds curled up into small white balls and flew to Hei's eyes.
I will be your eyes.
There was a cloud of mist at the black dragon's head, and suddenly golden light burst out, and the dragon's eyes opened wide!
The scales rapidly shed, rolling layer by layer, the dragon scales turn into dragon scales, the black dragon writhes, and the two dragon eyes at the dragon's head are particularly distinctive: one is black and the other is white.
"Ang——" Black flew around the big tree.
"Ang——" The big purple and black dragon also flew slowly around the big tree, constantly rising.
Jiang Ziwu watched.
Two rivers and one mountain!
Two dragons support one dragon and fly up!
The third dragon is the big tree as the center of Feng Shui - Fuchen!
Underworld, on the Santu River.
The giant dragon looked at the faintly glowing floating dust, then turned to look at the monk who was shining with extremely dazzling golden light, "Huh?"
Why are there still people who forcibly cross the cultivation realm?
The dragon's big eyes stared at the monk stupidly: This, this, this, the heart is damaged, how can I survive the disaster?
"Ang——" Suddenly a dragon roared and roared, but it flew over the monk's body.
Thunder and lightning struck, and the lightning that originally only struck the floating dust split off and struck the monk.
"Zizzizi!" The thunder and lightning struck the monk extremely fiercely.
It’s time to go through the tribulation!
The monk was kneeling on the ground in agony. A golden dragon shadow erupted from the top of his back, with a vague shadow of floating dust. The dragon light withstood the continuous thunder and lightning.
The golden dragon shadow looks so small under the incandescent lightning.
Dragon tendons? The giant dragon was completely confused. It took a long time for his brain to realize: So, Fuchen was knocked unconscious by him because he didn't have dragon scales and dragon tendons?
How can a dragon without the protection of dragon scales and the support of dragon tendons survive the tribulation? Are today's young people so messy?
In the human world, high in the sky where dark clouds press over the mountains.
The thunder and lightning divided into two forces and struck in two places! Each force was divided into two parts, which were borne by two people.
Above the mountains and rivers, there are Xiao Hei and Jiang Ziwu. With the power of two small dragons, the two drag the big dragon (wooden dragon) to help Fu Chen overcome the storm and support her from the thunder tribulation.
Under the mountains and rivers, light flashed across the ground and reached the Santu River in the underworld. Thunder and lightning exploded, scattering dust and monks.
The monk covered his heart with one hand and looked up at the unconscious Fu Chen on the ground. He was damaged and his aura was unstable. It was difficult to use the cultivation force forcibly obtained from Longjin. Now that he was trying to overcome the tribulation, he could only grit his teeth and hold on.
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"Fuchen..." the monk gritted his teeth and called.
The floating dust on the ground fell to the ground on its back, and the black color of withered vegetation appeared on its face.
The golden light on the monk's body gradually turned into black texture. The monk stood up with his body propped up, and there were streaks of thunder and lightning above his head.
The golden mask disperses thunder and lightning, reducing the pressure. The point where the lightning strikes the golden mask is the base point, and ink-colored textures appear around it. The golden light gradually becomes black and foggy.
The dragon sensed the demonic energy, lowered its head, and shouted, "I'm going! I'm possessed! I'm possessed!"
"Floating dust..." the monk murmured. He could not see his eyes. His heart was damaged, his heart and lungs were compressed, and his eyes were temporarily blind.
But he sensed the location of Fuchen.
He took care of the little benefactor who grew up.
Spiritual grass.
Floating dust.
There are still two chapters and extras. The ending must give a heartwarming ending.
