Lightning flashed and thundered in mid-air, and the green dragon sometimes appeared in the lightning and sometimes burrowed into the thick clouds, as if it wanted to break through the sky and penetrate into the vast sky.
At some point, a pale opening seemed to be torn open in a corner of the sky, dazzling with brilliance.
"Okay! The sky is open. Hurry! Everyone, help me chant." The fortune teller shouted loudly to everyone.
Dozens of monks and Feng Shui masters were behind the altar, clasping their hands together and pinching their fingers together, and the sound of mantras could be heard for a while.
At this moment, Fang Xiaoyu was waving the seven-star peach wood sword in his hand, with a solemn expression on his face, changing the finger tips in his hand, and looking sharply at the hole in the air.
And the knife-faced man in the dark corner of the woods clenched his fists loudly. His expression was extremely solemn.
He took out his phone and started making a call with an anxious look on his face.
"Quick, Okita-kun, the real dragon has appeared now. Shoot the dragon-slaying nail at the dragon shadow at the tail of the dragon."
"yes!"
The other end of the phone answered "Hello" and someone began to work nervously.
The strange phenomena in heaven and earth alarmed the government and the public. The whole Yan City was already boiling.
Many people stopped what they were doing and looked carefully at the vision in mid-air.
In front of the window of a small farmhouse, a little girl pointed her finger in the air and shouted to her grandma who was working in the house: "Look, grandma, there is a dragon in the sky."
The white-haired old woman walked slowly to the window with her back arched, raised her old face and looked up into the air, and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Oh my God! A dragon really appeared. Sixty years ago, there was a dragon like this. It wanted to break through the sky, but unfortunately it broke its head and fell off. In the next three years, the entire Yancheng suffered from floods every year. Alas!
I hope it doesn’t fall off this time!”
As soon as the old woman finished speaking, she saw an electric light slashing down from the sky. One end of the electric light fell on a palm tree in the courtyard, and it immediately burst into flames with a "hoo!"
"It's over, it's over! The dragon fell down like this back then. Half of the camphor tree at the entrance of the village was chopped off." The old woman shed two lines of tears with a pale face, and sighed: "It is said that the dragon is going to ascend to the sky. This is when
Overcome the heavenly tribulation. Once you fail, your soul will be destroyed!"
The little girl was already frightened by the scene in front of her, and she desperately shrank into her grandma's chest.
"Crack!" Another flash of lightning flashed, and two long holes suddenly opened in the sky.
The wound was like a sword wound, red as snow, and it just flashed by.
When the lightning flashed, the two bloody lights reflected on everyone's faces were extremely terrifying.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a dark dragon shadow falling rapidly from the sky. Two blood-red cuts were faintly visible on the dragon's tail. Obviously, this was a dragon that had been hurt.
He rose to the sky injured, was struck by lightning, and fell down again.
"No! It fell. It fell."
The little girl and the old woman screamed almost at the same time.
In the forest at the end of the Dragon Vein, two Japanese were sitting, looking into the air with proud expressions.
They held nails in one hand and hammers in the other, and burst into wild laughter.
"Great! This time our plan to harm the dragon will finally succeed. The dragon will definitely fall."
"Come! Okita-kun, let's drink this glass of wine and then dig down the third dragon-slaying nail. This dragon will never rise to the sky again. Haha!"
The two Japanese were talking and laughing, but on the edge of the Longtan cliff, everything was sad.
At this moment, on the cliffside of Longtan in the middle of the mountain, the sound of the mantra suddenly stopped. Everyone screamed "Ah" in unison, and looked up at the two bloody mouths that suddenly tore open in mid-air.
Looking at the hidden dragon falling from the sky, everyone was surprised and then extremely sad.
"Ah...how could this happen?" Ling Yue rushed out of the woods and was immediately drank back by Director Lei.
"Come back! Look, what is Fang Xiaoyu doing?"
Looking in the direction of Director Lei's finger, I saw Fang Xiaoyu putting away the Seven Star Peach Wood Sword and taking out the cinnabar jade pen and talisman paper.
He quickly wrote a sign to invite thunder.
Then, he took out a shining golden seal from the talisman bag and stamped it on the talisman paper.
Immediately, he used his sword fingers to clamp the talisman, activate the thunder flames, and burn the talisman.
Suddenly I saw him stamp his foot, lift up the Heavenly Master's Seal, and shout loudly: "Thunder is coming!"
After he finished speaking, the wind and clouds surged, and suddenly three rays of lightning, like three sharp swords, slashed down from mid-air.
"Crack!"
The lightning soldiers were divided into three groups, one group attacked Fang Xiaoyu, and the other two groups attacked the dragon's tail at the foot of the mountain.
Tiandian was like a flying sword, slashing down at Fang Xiaoyu.
"boom!"
A line of green smoke came out, Fang Xiaoyu was struck by lightning, and shouted: "Okay!"
Then I saw that the high hat on his head was burned by the fire, and his clothes were also burned.
The two Japanese at the tail of the dragon in the middle of the mountain were even worse.
The two people were struck by lightning on the spot. After screaming "Ah", they were burned by the lightning, and then burned to death.
Far away in Beipohai, Tokyo, Japan, I saw this scene through video.
He saw the two people on the phone being hit by lightning and bounced away on the spot. Then they burned and let out bursts of shrill screams.
"Ah...how could this happen?" A trace of panic flashed across Bei Pohai's eyes, and soon he returned to his proud smile.
"It doesn't matter! Your death is worth it. Two dragon-slaying nails are enough. The hidden dragon has fallen to the ground and can no longer ascend to heaven. Yancheng will be in bad luck for another sixty years. Haha!"
Before the laughter stopped, he received another call from the knife-faced man.
"Report to Mr. Beipohai that Qianlong has fallen. Fang Xiaoyu was also struck by lightning. Haha!"
While the knife-faced man was on the phone, he looked at Fang Xiaoyu proudly.
However, at this moment, although Fang Xiaoyu was struck by lightning, he did not feel the slightest fear.
He threw the high-gong hat away at an extremely fast speed and slapped the flames on his body several times.
Immediately, he put his middle finger between his teeth and bit it hard, causing a burst of bright red blood to flow out. A blood talisman was drawn on the spot.
Point to the blood falling talisman, golden light emerges.
All the magicians and Feng Shui masters who helped me were so impressed!
"Oh my god! It's a fourth-grade talisman!"
"Unexpectedly, a third-level fortune teller can draw a fourth-level spiritual talisman."
"so amazing!"
Looking at this sudden scene, the knife-faced Japanese man far away in the forest was confused and said to himself in surprise: "What on earth does this kid want to do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xiaoyu flicked his sleeves, thunder flames floated out, burned the blood talisman, threw it into the air, and shouted loudly: "Wish the dragon good luck! Prayer talisman to reach the sky! Get up!"
"Boom!" A muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and lightning flashed.
Soon, I saw what seemed to be a dragon lying in the low clouds, moving slowly. (To be continued)