Invisible pressure suddenly hit Zhang Wenfeng, who almost fell to the ground. He reacted quickly, took half a step back with his right leg, squatted down with his waist slightly bent into a big bow, and reached forward with his left hand to form a Jiugong Fist defensive stance. All the bones in his body were pressed
"Creaking" sound.
Without panic, he silently recited the fourth sentence of the Taoist Sutra with a seemingly solid force, and a golden light invisible to the naked eye washed over his body.
Although the pressure was still as heavy as a mountain, the whole person felt much more relaxed.
The magical power of "Blue Light Covering Curse" was used, and the green-gold brilliance was suppressed and flowed thinly in the robe. The protection of the Tibetan wooden robe and the condensing disk was exerted, and the cyan and green light waves on the body shone.
Zhang Wenfeng's eyes were cold, he was immersed in the state of "stillness", and he was thinking quickly about how to break the situation.
The accident has happened, and he will not blame others.
Before coming down, he had considered the danger, but he didn't expect that they were facing such a powerful guy this time. They had been suppressing this place for countless thousands of years. The remaining dragon souls did not even need to show their faces. The dragon's power alone almost suppressed them.
Gotta get down.
The piles of powder on the ground are evidence that the previous monks came here and died tragically under the dragon's power.
A low dragon roar came from the darkness: "The human boy is a bit interesting. He has a small level of cultivation and can withstand some dragon power from me. Let's play for a few more years. I am bored, watching humans writhing in pain."
Life is worse than death, and I can feel a little better."
The dragon's roar was so shocking that the whole space buzzed.
There were waves of falling echoes.
Zhang Wenfeng recited the first chapter of the "Tao Jing" silently, washing his body with invisible golden light, driving away some indescribable negative influences.
Under the huge pressure, his mental power changed from invisible to subtle fluctuations that seemed to be substantial. They were repulsed and spread outward one by one, reaching as far as two feet away. They fought against the dragon's power, causing weak fluctuations in the air.
distortion.
Faced with the teasing and teasing of the invincible being, he did not use harsh words to provoke him, which would only make his death worse. He distractedly said: "I wonder what you call me?"
Only when he said it did he realize that his voice was hoarse, rough and extremely unpleasant.
"You little ant, you don't deserve to know my name. When you have the ability to survive three years, I may be merciful and give you a happy death."
The dragon's roar was full of arrogance and disdain.
It seems that it is because I am extremely bored,
I reluctantly chatted with humans for a few words, just to have some fun.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head with difficulty and looked at Yang Shuilan, who was forced to take a few steps back due to the pressure. He couldn't see the figure clearly. The whole person turned into a ball of blue mist, with the sound of water surging inside. It was also the Mud Bodhisattva who couldn't save himself when crossing the river. The situation was unbearable.
optimism.
He glanced to the left and right. Under the pressure, his spiritual consciousness did not work, and his spiritual eye skills could not see very far.
"Excuse me, Your Excellency Dragon King, has anyone escaped from here in the past thousands of years?"
Fortunately, the dragon soul did not continue to increase the pressure and maintained a certain range, allowing Zhang Wenfeng to distract his thoughts and explore his mouth. He needed to know more about the situation and attract the remaining soul to say a few more words to him.
"Escape? Haha, do you think there are masters of level 6 and above everywhere today or before the upper and lower realms were divided? Today's little guys are getting weaker every generation. If they have the chance to come in and see me, no one can escape.
This king's suppression is nothing more than the length of time it lasts.
I remember that there was a sixth-level martial artist whose body was made up of bones mixed with gold and jade. It seemed that he had been surviving for almost a hundred years, and finally his spiritual energy ebbed away. I was reluctant to let him die, and it took another hundred years for him to die.
If he can't die, do you think he's miserable?"
The dragon's roar fluctuated slightly, as if he was proud of his own methods.
Zhang Wenfeng pretended to shiver and echoed: "It's really too miserable. Sometimes hard bones are not a good thing."
"Wrong, the bones are not strong enough! As long as he can break through, he can approach me and try to smash him with his fist, making me pay the price. Maybe I will have to let him go.
leave."
For things that are deeply remembered, no matter whether they are good or bad, they are often willing to talk a few more words.
Dragon Soul is no exception.
Zhang Wenfeng knew from the analysis of all the words that this giant dragon should have been suppressed five thousand years ago just before the upper and lower realms were separated. It was violent and murderous, and it liked to kill. There was no need to expect such a cruel guy to have a conscience and let them go.
If you want to survive, you have to find a way on your own.
In this closed space, his biggest backhand, the Ghost Talisman, has no use.
Looking at the dark energy ring hidden on the index finger of his left hand, he tried to sense it, and felt happy that he could communicate with the underworld. He just didn't know if Bai Wuchang could withstand the shadow that Bai Wuchang projected into this world, which could kill a person with the dragon's power.
The existence of sixth-level martial arts?
Of course, having hope is better than having no hope.
Every time he was in a desperate situation before, he couldn't communicate with the underworld, which made him quite depressed.
He found a giant black chain about seven or eight feet away in front of him on the left, and there were a lot of bone powder around it.
"Human, you can try to use magic power to activate the dragon chain that suppresses me. Maybe you can have a chance of survival? I will give you a chance."
The dragon's roar was full of temptation and seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.
Zhang Wenfeng subconsciously felt that it was a fucking trap. Then he thought about it, why did more monks and masters die there than other places? Is the dragon soul playing a trick of "the virtual is real and the real is virtual"? Worry about him?
To touch the giant chain?
The exit passage behind him had long since disappeared, hidden by the dragon soul.
He walked toward the giant chain with difficulty step by step. He needed an opportunity to summon Bai Wuchang, and he would take a look at the dragon chain before making a decision.
"Human, please think clearly. Once you are unable to control the dragon chain and suffer backlash, the pain will be doubled. You will fall to the ground and struggle to enjoy the huge force of crushing. You will see your skin and flesh worn away, and your bones will be crushed into powder. Don't blame it.
I didn’t remind you.”
The dragon roars with a hint of joking joy, as if it wants to watch human beings make painful choices.
Zhang Wenfeng stopped for a moment and then continued walking towards the exposed giant chain.
When he came to the giant chain that was half a man tall, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly felt the pressure doubled, causing him to bend down suddenly. The dragon soul was moody and was deliberately tossing. He stood firm and resisted, silently reciting the scriptures in his mind, observing carefully.
The giant chain two steps away was so dark that it was impossible to see the means exerted on it.
He wanted to try his luck. The suppression of the dragon was done by masters from the four schools of Buddhism, Witchcraft, Confucianism and Taoism. Therefore, the dragon chain wrapped around the dragon's body must also have runes drawn by masters from the four schools.
He tried to touch it with his hand, but it was still a few feet away. His mind force followed the palm and made contact with it one by one.
There are faint golden brilliance runes like ripples on the water, creating weak invisible waves, rippling in response to the power of thought.
Seeing the fleeting Bagua talisman and vague secret characters, uuReading www.uukanshu.com Zhang Wenfeng was overjoyed. The dragon soul had failed him. He was lucky to have found the dragon chain chain that was sacrificed by a Taoist master.
He grabbed it forward with his right hand without hesitation.
"Human, what if you find the chain arranged by the Taoist Old Immortal? The end result is just like the piles of bone meal on the ground. If you wait for a few more years, your death will only be worse. Why should there be a life that is better than death? idea?"
There was no emotion in the dragon's roar, and it seemed a little high-pitched.
"How will you know if you don't try? Your Excellency the Dragon King is unwilling to let it go out, so you have to do it as a last resort."
Zhang Wenfeng put his right hand on the giant cold chain and felt refreshed.
With his left hand, he took out a few 800-year-old peach wood sticks stored in the storage space. Whether it was a mystery or a try, maybe it could be of some use?
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