Chapter 176 The deep water dragon swallows clouds and spits mist
Muttered in a low voice.
The expressions of the few people who were hiding under the rocks and shrubs on Yinghai Mountain could not help but darken, and their breathing also stopped.
The figure is low, like a fierce horse with a long bow.
The euphorbia, the long knife, the mirror umbrella, and the vajra prong were held tightly in the hands, and the cold light passed by, making the faces more dignified, and the murderous intent was hidden in the eyes.
Several people subconsciously looked in the direction he was looking.
On the vast Fuxian Lake, the calmness changed from before.
To know.
Fuxian Lake is surrounded by mountains and has a deep terrain. It is a fault-collapsed alpine deep-water lake. The water area is not the widest in southern Yunnan, but it has no rival in terms of depth.
Even looking north and south.
It is only slightly inferior to Changbai Mountain Tianchi.
Because of various reasons, even in the windy season, there are few waves on the lake.
This way, there was almost no movement except the whistling water and wind.
After being on the island for so long, there are only a few tides gently lapping at the rocks on the shore.
But at this moment.
As Chen Yulou sounded a reminder.
It's like a prelude to the coming storm.
Far away on the lake, the tide surged, first a white line, then a second, then a third, until countless water lines returned to the peaks, forming an overwhelming water wall.
The tide rises and falls like mountains, sweeping up from the lake.
Everywhere I passed, white waves surged into the sky.
Even though they were still hundreds of meters apart, the undercurrent arrived first.
The tidal movement that originally hit the shore has clearly increased several times. The sound of rushing water is endless, and the waves are splashing and falling on the group of people in the wind.
Feel the subtle changes.
The faces of all the people were even more ugly.
The solemnity in the atmosphere has almost become substantial.
When the suppressed dragon appeared under the ancient town's scripture building that day, it caused all the beasts to fall into silence and awed all creatures, not to mention a dragon that had occupied the vast swamp for countless years.
Everyone stared at the tide in the distance that was already several meters high, secretly calculating how long it would take to reach Yinghai Mountain below them.
Chen Yulou is at the front of everyone.
The green light in his eyes is like mist.
A pair of night eyes, shaped like jade.
Away from the thick water vapor on the lake, hundreds of meters away, deep in the waves, one can clearly see a black shadow appearing and disappearing.
It is different from the old turtle seen on the Nanpan River that day.
The black shadow in the tide is extremely long, just like a piece of dead wood undulating back and forth being beaten by the tide.
Beyond that.
Between the heaven and the earth, there is a subtle but extremely astonishing evil spirit, rolling in with the waves.
Sensation of demonic energy.
Luofu standing on his shoulders is even more keen.
At this moment, its eyes are as sharp as knives. Even if it has not used its phoenix power, its murderous intent can be felt from the trembling feathers and the almost open phoenix mirror. .
If Chen Yulou hadn’t reminded me first.
With Luofu’s temperament.
I'm afraid I couldn't hold back my strength and soared into the sky.
Go and meet the dragon in the lake.
“That’s it!”
Although Partridge Whistle’s eyesight is not as good as Chen Yulou’s.
But after passing through the Qi Refining Pass, the five senses and six senses also experienced an astonishing improvement.
Looking at the wind and waves at this moment, the black shadow came into view, which made his heart sink.
"Brother Chen, do you want it?"
Taking a few deep breaths, suppressing the panic in his heart, Partridge Whistle asked in a low voice.
"No need to..."
Although he only said half of what he said.
But Chen Yulou understood it immediately.
The momentum of the Fuxian Lake dragon is so amazing that even before it arrives, it gives people a sense of oppression as if the sky is collapsing.
Partridge Whistle wants to say whether to do something in advance.
After all, that day, Pingshan hunted six-winged centipedes, and they did not dare to slack off at all.
Now we are facing such a big monster.
Just waiting like this seems a bit too careless.
However.
How could he have thought of that?
The past is not the same as today.
On that day at Pingshan, Chen Yulou could only reach the first level of Qingmu Gong. He had not even condensed his spiritual seeds, and his realm was only at the level of breaking through the Qi Refining Pass and harvesting the essence of the sun and the moon.
Even strong blood, restraint, spiritual consciousness, and five qi are far away from him.
But I went through Dazang twice.
Slay demons, collect herbs, gather Qingmu's true body, and go straight to the Great Dragon Gate.
There is only a thin line between it and the Golden Core Realm.
In addition, Fuxian Lake is no better than Pingshan and Zhelong Mountains, and can be planned in advance with the advantage of foresight.
At present, we must remain unchanged to cope with the ever-changing situation.
is the best way.
"...Okay."
Listening to his calm tone and no trace of panic, Partridge Whistle couldn't help but nodded.
Time passes minute by minute.
The spring tide on the lake is getting closer.
Even the two ordinary guys who followed the boat could see the overwhelming tide not far away with their naked eyes.
Compared to it.
Yinghaishan underneath him is so small and pitiful.
People can’t help but worry whether it can withstand the huge waves.
The sound of rushing water.
This meeting has turned into a roaring roar.
The atmosphere of awe, fear, and uneasiness was growing uncontrollably in the hearts of the group of people.
“One hundred meters.”
“Fifty meters, thirty meters...enough!”
Very different from their reaction.
At this moment, Chen Yulou seemed to be unaware of the tide on the lake, and just kept mumbling in a low voice.
Wait until the wave appears thirty meters away.
His eyes flashed and his palms turned.
Wow——
The flood suddenly stopped.
Standing quietly in the big lake.
"This..."
"What happened?"
"Why did it stop suddenly?"
Saw this sudden scene.
The faces of several people suddenly became strange.
They were even prepared for the wave to overturn Yinghai Mountain.
Last night they heard from the old shopkeeper that before the Ming Dynasty, Yinghai Mountain was still a twin island.
There is an iron bridge connecting the two lake islands.
However, an earthquake in the late Ming Dynasty caused the island and the iron bridge to sink. Since then, Yinghai Mountain has become an isolated island on Fuxian Lake, standing alone, and hence the name Gushan.
From the remaining broken monuments beside me, we can also catch a glimpse of Xiaoying Mountain.
Faced with such huge waves.
Whether Gushan can bear it is a matter of two opinions.
Just...
No one expected it.
Seeing the tide approaching, it suddenly stopped moving.
It was as if someone had pressed the switch to control time and space.
But only Chen Yulou knew that he was just covering the dragon slough with Qingmu spiritual energy.
However, doing so is tantamount to blocking its breath, which is equivalent to cutting off the dragon's induction.
at the same time.
Invisibly, this also verified his previous guess.
Snakes shed their skins and dragons shed their bones.
The piece of white bone in my hand is indeed a dragon shed.
Otherwise, Si Jiao, who was hiding under the waves not far away, would definitely not be like this.
Boom——
After a brief stagnation.
Suddenly, a wall of water several feet high suddenly rose into the sky, turning into rain and mist and falling on the lake. The dark shadows inside it also swam up.
Being on top of the tide.
The figure is hidden in the tide.
He just stared at the group of people on Lonely Mountain.
That was a dragon, a dragon to be precise.
Equally mysterious and terrifying.
Both eyes have different pupils.
It looks like amber color, but there is a hint of gold in it.
Make it look even more majestic.
Compared with the black dragon suppressed under the Jingzhu, the size of the Fuxian Lake dragon is even more astonishing. Although most of its figure is hidden under the water, the crystal clear lake water cannot hide it at all.
Also.
This dragon is actually very close to the legendary dragon. Horns have grown on his forehead.
It's just very short and not split.
Compared with the Jingzhuan Black Dragon, the only similarity between the two is probably the dense scales covering it in layers.
The larger one is shaped like a dustpan.
Even the small ones are as big as a palm.
At this moment, being stared at from a distance by it, everyone on Yinghai Mountain felt enveloped by an indescribable and terrifying pressure.
Even before coming here, I thought about countless possibilities along the way.
But at this moment, he was stared at by an old dragon.
Emotions such as shock, fear and uneasiness still appeared in my mind involuntarily.
When the sun kills the black dragon.
My mind is still uneasy.
Now, compared with it, the old dragon in Fuxian Lake is more than a cub and a tiger?
“Buzz——”
Just when the atmosphere was deadlocked and everyone felt like they were stuck in a quagmire.
A clear sword sound suddenly sounded.
Chen Yulou held the dragon-scaled sword with his finger and gently lifted it. The scabbard drew upward a few inches, revealing the cold sword blade. At the same time, he flicked it down with his finger.
The sword roared like thunder.
Everyone was shocked.
The originally confused eyes became clear.
Huh——
The old foreigner frowned.
Holding Qin Chuan's bow in his palm, he subconsciously increased his strength, gritted his teeth, and looked at Jiaolong's eyes with a bit more solemnity and vigilance.
So strong!
For several months.
They have killed almost countless monsters.
There are also many great demons who are successful in cultivation.
But this is the first time for someone like this old Jiao.
Secretly compared it with the undead insects in the Huludong Lake that day.
But that undead insect couldn't compete with the old dragon in front of him.
It was a complete one-sided crushing.
No matter the momentum, demonic power, viciousness or sharpness.
Looking down at the iron arrow on the bowstring, the old foreigner frowned deeper.
Ordinary monsters are locked by his energy, and their flesh and fur cannot stop the arrow.
But this old dragon...
I am afraid that even if my arms are broken, it will be difficult to damage its fur.
It would be great if we go back to Chenjiazhuang first, ask shopkeeper Li to recast the big bow, and then return here.
but.
This thought just flashed through his mind.
Xiangyin and southern Yunnan are thousands of miles apart.
It takes almost half a year to go back and forth.
Time does not allow us to say anything.
Even if shopkeeper Li is invited to take action, it is still unclear whether he can be mobilized by then.
“Senior Fuxian Lake River God, I have admired your name for a long time.”
He was still in a daze.
A loud voice suddenly sounded.
Looking up subconsciously, I saw Chen Boutou standing on a white rock outside Yinghai Mountain at some point, and cupped his hands towards the old dragon.
Wow!
The old Jiao standing at the head of the tide was still sensing the whereabouts of the wisp of dragon energy. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by him. He seemed quite dissatisfied. There was a touch of monster in his eyes, and the wave beneath him Out of thin air.
It turned into water arrows and headed straight for Chen Yulou.
"Brother Chen, be careful!"
See this situation.
Partridge Whistle's expression changed.
Those water arrows may seem ordinary, but as a dragon, they are born with the ability to control water.
You can also tell something from the astonishing sound of breaking through the air.
That water arrow is probably sharper than the iron arrow in the hands of the old foreigner.
Not to mention flesh and blood, not even the rock he was standing on could bear it.
Pull out the umbrella with a backhand brush.
I thought about using a mirror umbrella to try to block the water arrows.
It’s just...
Before he took a few steps.
The pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had seen something incredible.
"Divide the water."
Those water arrows came very fast, almost instantly.
Before it even approached, a sense of sharpness hit me.
But Chen Yulou, who was on the rocks, did not avoid or retreat. He just uttered two words softly.
In an instant.
A majestic aura intertwined in front of him, building an invisible wall.
Isolate several water arrows.
At the same time, Chen Yulou raised his hand gently, his eyes condensed, "Go away!"
"Wow--"
As if he followed his words.
Those water arrows shattered instantly and turned into a pool of lake water again, pouring into the lake.
"This..."
See this scene.
Not only the people behind him, but also the old Jiao standing there with a contemptuous look on his face, his eyes suddenly became serious.
Riding the water? !
It is a natural species.
Born to be able to control water.
In the more than a thousand years it has monopolized Fuxian Lake, it has also seen many monsters in the water that have become a phenomenon.
But what makes it unexpected is this.
The first time I saw someone whose ability to control water was not weaker than it was actually in a person.
"Come again?"
Chen Yulou clapped his hands and glanced at the old dragon.
Integrate the water-dividing beads of the green-scaled python on the same day.
In the past few days, along the way, I have also understood the dragon's eyes and dragon's slough. When it comes to the ability to control water, there is really no one in the world who can be as good as a snake, a dragon, or a dragon.
And he has never seen it except for being frightened.
Walking snakes, walking dragons, and dragon sheds, three out of the four have been collected.
Chen Yulou doesn’t know what it means to be forbidden to enter water or enter water in the seventy-two techniques of Disha, but he can also infer from the divine walking method he has practiced. With his current ability to control water, he is by no means weaker than Practice an earthly evil technique.
Boom!
Almost the moment he finished speaking.
On the lake between the two, water waves suddenly rose, condensing into water pillars soaring into the sky, forming a strangulation formation, heading straight for Chen Yulou, no, the entire Yinghai Mountain.
Under the scorching sun overhead.
The old dragon's strange eyes have been completely dyed golden.
Make it look even more terrifying.
The chill and anger almost overflowed.
A person who looks like an ant in its eyes dares to challenge itself?
So what if the mountain people of all ethnic groups around the lake make sacrifices every year? Isn't life and death just a matter of a thought?
“Well done!”
Seeing this scene.
Not only was Chen Yulou not afraid, his expression became more and more excited.
The Qihai Furnace Cauldron has been built to this day.
Haven't used all my strength yet.
Now he finally has an opponent who can show his strength.
With a flick of his finger, the long sword at his waist rose out of the air, landed in his palm, and slashed out with a backhand sword.
Buzz!
The void between one person and one dragon was instantly filled with countless sword energy.
Wherever the sword light passed, the water column crashed. In the blink of an eye, it was already gone. The murderous water formation almost fell apart, and only a few water columns were left to reach the outside of the mountain.
“Let’s go!”
A cold shout has sounded.
Bang bang bang, the water column more than ten meters high suddenly shattered. Looking at the only one left in front of him, Chen Yulou activated his divine walking method to step into the air and punched out.
“Break it for me!”
There's nothing flashy about this punch.
As light as a feather.
But the power contained in it was so profound that it shattered the water column that was several times taller than him in one fell swoop, turning it into rainwater and splashing into the Fuxian Lake beneath him.
We are in the rain and fog.
Chen Yulou seemed to have an invisible aura around him.
Dressed in a green shirt, he didn't even get a drop of water on him.
Wait until the rain clears.
Chen Yulou then raised his eyes, looked at the old Jiao not far away whose eyes had changed greatly, and smiled faintly.
"Chen came here today because he wanted to give Senior River God a great opportunity."
"Nothing."
Speaking of which.
He suddenly changed the subject.
The gaze in his eyes also changed from calm to sharp-edged in an instant.
"If the senior insists on having his own way and fights, then Chen won't mind... Kill the dragon to gather great luck!"
(End of this chapter)