Yanbo Lake, in the middle of the lake, is filled with thick fog, making it difficult to see even one’s fingers, and there are strangely black frost flowers floating on the lake.
Under the water, the yin energy as black as ink saturates the lake water, turning the place into the deepest darkness.
At the bottom of the lake, the blood-stained stone slabs glowed faintly. A dragon about a hundred meters long, with hideous scales and white color was lying on top. Seven dragon-suppressing nails nailed it to the bottom of the lake. The most important thing was its
The head has been severed.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, the clear and distant sound of bells sounded underwater, one black and one white, two graceful women with gauze scarves on their faces and brass bells tied to their ankles and wrists were surrounding them
The dragon corpse dances a strange dance, which seems to be some kind of sacrificial ritual, and also seems to be some unknown Taoist method.
As time goes by, the dark yin energy around the surroundings becomes more and more intense, and gradually takes on a sinister meaning, like a ghost in the world.
It was at this time that strands of ghostly aura spread out from the dragon's body, getting thicker and thicker, gradually engulfing the surrounding area.
Buzz, blood-colored light filled the air, and the seven dragon-suppressing nails were vibrating endlessly, as if trying to suppress something. The dragon corpse, which had been dead for a long time and even had no head, seemed to come to life at this moment, struggling crazily.
Seeing such a scene, the two women in black and white gauze glanced at each other, and at the same time burst out with a ghostly spirit, and sang weird songs.
"The soul is back."
"The soul is back."
At a certain moment, the figures of the two women became erratic, and an unknown door was opened by them. At this moment, a blurry black shadow emerged from the door.
Hey, the power of the underworld is strong, the blood light is dim, the power on the dragon-suppressing nail is eroded, and turns into decay. The black shadow is aimed at the dragon corpse, and he suddenly opens his mouth and sucks.
Invisible power flowed, and the dragon corpse quickly shriveled up and decayed into ashes. The black shadow's body gradually solidified. Its body resembled a dragon, with claws and no horns, and pale scales. It was clearly a dragon.
At the moment when its dragon body was complete, its powerful aura covered the heaven and earth, and the entire Yanbo Lake was shaken, and all beasts surrendered to it.
"Congratulations to Mr. Long on his return."
Seeing the ghostly aura lingering around them, they were both dragons and ghosts, standing side by side. The two women prostrated themselves at the same time. They also had ghostly auras on their bodies, but they were more erratic.
Hearing this, he twisted his body and hovered in the ghost mist. He lowered his gaze and looked at the two ghost girls. Greed and cruelty flashed in the dragon's scarlet eyes, but he finally restrained himself.
"Tell the ghost mother for me that I Qixuan will remember this friendship, and I will do what I promised her."
Hearing these words, the two ghost girls bowed in response, as if they were unaware of Jiaolong's previous malice.
"Please rest assured, Mr. Long, we will definitely bring your words to you."
Hearing this, Jiaolong's eyes slowly moved away from the two ghost girls. At this moment, the tense minds of the two ghost girls finally relaxed. Although they didn't show it just now, under the pressure that Jiaolong Yi released,
Their hearts are still trembling uncontrollably.
"Then comes the moment of reckoning."
"Prevent me from transforming into a dragon, cut off my path, cut off my head, suppress my demon body, and leave the dynasty, hey."
Looking into the distance, there is unforgettable hatred flowing in the dragon's scarlet eyes, and that direction is Jinyang City.
Roaring, the dragon's roar shocked the world, the trapped dragon ascended to the sky, carrying the endless lake water, and the ghost dragon rose into the sky.
The water veins vibrated, the sky and the earth interacted, and bursts of thunder immediately sounded above the eight-hundred-mile Yanbo Lake, and it rained heavily. Its bright electric light could be seen thousands of miles away.
Outside Jinyang City, Zhang Chunyi reached out to catch the sudden raindrops, looked at the golden sun in the sky, and then looked back at the dark clouds spreading from the horizon at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zhang Chunyi looked solemn, because that direction was exactly the smoke wave.
Lake.
"Big demon."
At this moment, a certain idea in Zhang Chunyi's heart finally settled.
The big demon is also called the thousand-year-old demon. This kind of monster has mana as strong as the sea and powerful supernatural powers. It already has the ability to change the celestial phenomena of a place. It is not an illusion to open mountains and rivers. There is a qualitative gap between it and the small demon. It is no longer a fantasy.
Sheer quantity can make up for it.
After the thought fell, without any hesitation, Zhang Chunyi drove the red cloud and rushed towards Jinyang City as fast as possible.
This big demon obviously came with bad intentions, and Jinyang City is the place most likely to block this big demon, because Jinyang City is protected by a large formation left from the founding of the country, and even if the big demon wants to break through, it will never be able to.
Easy.
At the same time, in the palace of the city lord of Jinyang City, an old man and a young man were playing chess.
The old man's beard and hair have turned white, and he looks about fifty or sixty years old. He has a gentle breath and a certain bearing, while the young man's face is immature, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He looks like he is in his twenties, but there is a hint of age between his eyebrows.
The vicissitudes of life.
"Is this a big demon or a dragon? How is it possible?"
Sensing the changes between heaven and earth, the old man's expression changed drastically, and the white seeds on his fingertips quietly fell.
The water veins in Yanbo Lake have long been suppressed by the dynasty, and it is impossible to give birth to a big demon, let alone a dragon.
At the beginning of the founding of the Dali Dynasty, there was an old dragon entrenched in Yanbo Lake. He named himself Qixuan Dragon King. He was a master of Tongxuan and was not far away from the position of Demon King. In addition, he had mastered the water veins of Yanbo Lake.
The Dali Dynasty did not dare to push too hard, and in the end the two parties could only sign a contract to maintain some kind of peace.
But this kind of peace did not last long. In order to break through, Lao Jiao planned to use the method of walking Jiao, which undoubtedly touched the reverse scale of the Dali Dynasty.
Walking the dragon is a secret method passed down by the true dragon clan. Through this secret method, the dragon can use the power of water veins to temper its body. As long as it succeeds, it can transform into a true dragon.
As long as you transform into a real dragon, the door of the Demon King will naturally open to the old dragon, but no matter whether it is successful or not, this secret method will evolve into a flood, flooding the whole place.
But it was at this time that the ancestor of Qianyang of the Dali Dynasty seized the opportunity and took action personally when the old dragon was about to break through, cutting off the connection between the old dragon and the water veins of Yanbo Lake, cutting off the old dragon's head, and Seven dragon-suppressing nails were used to pin its monster body to the bottom of the lake forever, thereby subduing the water veins of Yanbo Lake and avoiding the disaster of flooding several groups.
Since then, the spiritual power of Yanbo Lake has become increasingly sluggish, and it can no longer support the birth of a great demon, but now an accident has happened.
The white stone rolled down and finally settled on the chessboard. Compared to the old man's gaffe, the young man seemed to have discovered nothing. He seized this rare opportunity and dropped his own black stone on the chessboard, killing the old man's carefully constructed structure. The big dragon.
"Xuanying, you lose."
The victory was established, and a hearty smile burst out from the young man's mouth.
Hearing this, the old man was slightly stunned when he looked at the black and white chessboard. This was really a careless move and the whole game was lost.
"Xuanying, you are the city lord of Jinyang City, but your Qi-nurturing skills are still lacking."
Standing up slowly, the young man spoke again, with a reprimand in his words, just like the elders to the younger ones.
"It's just Qixuan's dead but not stiff old dragon causing trouble."
"It was beheaded by our Dali Dynasty when it was alive. What future can it have if it turns into a ghost after death?"
The breath of iron and blood turned into substance and burst out from the young man's body. At this moment, the entire courtyard was filled with a strong smell of blood. Through the young man's figure, the old man seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.< /p>
"Since it turned into a ghost, why not kill it again?"
Chirping, a sharp cry sounded, and the shadow of a divine bird appeared behind the young man.
Hearing this, looking at such a young man, the old man looked ashamed, but his heart calmed down, because the man in front of him was Zhao Wushuang, King of Dongli among the four kings of Dali.