red man

Chapter 338

There is nothing vain, pure hard power competition, you can't hide from it, and it can't be controlled by any strategy.

This is absolute hard power. At the moment of the Baili dragon, the weak strategy is just a display.

Run or fight!
It's not the first time Wei Hao has faced such a giant dragon, the dragon god covering a whole state, he has witnessed it with his own eyes, it is a world-destructive coercion, an incomparable terror.

"This ship is called 'Wanlong'!"

At the beginning of building this ship, I didn't think about what it was called.

It also doesn't have a boat spirit. Strictly speaking, it is no different from ordinary boats in Yangshi.

But in the underworld, it has changed, and as there are more and more dragon spirits, it is getting bigger and bigger.

Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn it.

What is water, what is a boat.

After entrusting the truth, the boat has a miracle.

This is a ship of the underworld, carrying lonely and poor souls on it. This is a shelter and a home.

Wei Hao has never affirmed the existence of the "Ten Thousand Dragon Army". This is a child's play, this is a play, it is a little trick and careful thinking of the weak dragon spirit to prolong the life of the yin.

They flattered Wei Hao and flattered Wei Hao for the comfort, stability and safety.

But at this moment...

There is no retreat!

Wei Hao didn't use any means, he just stood there like a captain.

The crew... No, Chuan'er himself, with his own will, chose to crash into the Dragon King of Surabaya.

If even the Dragon King of Sishui can be crushed, then no one can easily bully and devour them in this vast "dead water" and "big wave hell".

They are not here to become food for other families after death.

Wei Hao gave a slogan, and at the same time, it also has a meaning.

To exist, you need meaning.

Roar! ! !
Ten thousand dragons roar, one hundred thousand dragons roar, one million dragons roar.

The firepower was pouring out, and the sky was full of barrage, covering three hundred miles, and the entire sky was bombarded in the shape of a hundred-mile giant dragon.

Like a boa constrictor writhing, countless attacks are causing trauma.

The Dragon King of Sishui noticed the subtlety, and this time the attack was mainly based on dragon energy.

Wei Hao was like an outsider in the battleship, he just watched the battle silently.

Final battle.

"It's such a joy... Yu Qiang, Yu Qiang, Yu Qiang, I am very satisfied with the gift you sent—"

The Dragon King of Sishui called out the name of the "Great God of the North Sea", but unfortunately, this is the "Dragon Tomb", and he couldn't convey his shout at all.

Countless pictures flashed by, and the giant dragon recalled many past events. In his memory, the alliance between humans and dragons, and the rivers in the sky, the human race is so envious of.

What is in the sky, there must be in the world!

There is Hanshui in the sky, and there must be one on the earth!
There is "Tiansi" in the sky, and there must be one on the ground!
"Four profanities and eight streams", all must have!
The youth of the human race must be determined, and the young dragon of the dragon race must also be determined.

Yu Qiang is the "Great God of the North Sea", and he... "Four profanities and eight streams", he must be one of the masters!

"what……"

The pain from his previous life seemed to be retriggered. The Baili dragon corpse was twisting, and the dragon energy shields collided together, forming a violent shock wave.

Fire, thunder, and lightning are intertwined together, and the "dead water" is transpiring. Except for isolated islands, as long as they are dragon species in the waters, they have turned into nothingness.

At this moment, the "Hualong Pond" was filled with vast energy, and a large number of souls were decomposed and integrated into it.

"This king... is unwilling."

The growl of the Dragon King of Sishui was like a trapped beast, as if it was going to make a final decision and usher in the real end.

However, at the next moment, the Dragon King of Sishui shouted loudly: "But! This king... is very satisfied——"

Dragon energy shield, instantly shattered!
Boom! !
The intense light, even if the sun is here, will appear dim.

After all, the "Wanlong" collided with the huge dragon corpse, and the victory or defeat was just this blow, and only this blow.

Click!Click!click...

There was a shattering sound, a muffled hum, as if it came out of nowhere in the void, and finally, the aftermath after layer after layer continued.

The strongest shock wave set off a tsunami, and the "dead water" almost flooded the isolated islands, but obviously, the isolated islands seemed to have special rules, forming a barrier, and the "dead water" could not go ashore at all.

The vast "dead water" formed layers upon layers of waves, one wave after another, hitting the far end, and then turning back from the far end back to the center of the epicenter.

"'Wanlong'... is very strong!!"

The huge dragon corpse of the Sishui Dragon King collapsed after roaring.

The corpse fell into the "dead water" like a shooting star, and each piece of the corpse turned into an isolated island. After the corpse disintegrated, the hundred-mile keel continuously twisted and wound towards the "Wanlong".

The dragon kept shrinking, its ribs and spine became the exoskeleton of the hull, and the dragon's head stood on the bow, looking proudly ahead.

In the sky, the dragon soul did not fall into the depths of hell, but into the "Wanlong", and finally disappeared without a sound.

During the whole process, Wei Hao didn't make any movements.

"Won?"

"Win! Won—"

"Grand Marshal, we won—"

The bald old dragon hovered in the air, and so did the hundreds of thousands of dragon spirits. From a distance, they were densely packed, like larvae in stagnant water, very ugly, but... they were very happy.

"Well……"

Wei Hao pondered for a while, then suddenly took out a bamboo flute, and played it slowly.

He doesn't know how to play the flute, but this bamboo flute made of black bamboo can make a subtle dragon chant sound just by blowing it lightly.

Whoever can make a flute should be Tulongyin.

The so-called dragon chant is the sound of the flute.

"Water dragon chant..."

The bamboo flute in this hand is the "big power" of "Great Wave Hell".

It's just that every "great power" has a different form, and many ancient real dragons may not know their original colors.

Therefore, when the screen returned to normal, the spectators in front of the Panlong Column were still immersed in the terrifying impact just now.

The winner is determined in an instant, the loser disintegrates, and the winner dominates!
The melodious sound of Wei Hao's flute, in the eyes of the underworld dragon and the ghosts of the underworld, is just a celebration of the winner.

Hearing the sound of the flute, everyone calmed down the excitement after the fierce battle, gradually calmed down, and gradually began to clean up the mess.

"Grand Marshal, last, last general..."

"Next, I will go to the Fourth Hell. Although there are traces of my friend here, it is not here."

"what?!"

The bald old dragon didn't say any words of loyalty, and just stood there for a while. After a while, the bald old dragon hurriedly said: "General Marshal, if you are not here to suppress the Quartet, I will wait..."

"I didn't contribute half of the attack just now. It was you who united your thoughts and worked together, and then made up your mind to defeat the powerful enemy in front of you, at all costs, even if you have no life. In the end, you defeated the Dragon King of Sishui. I Just watching from the sidelines, but actually doing nothing.”

To be honest, Wei Hao is not greedy for credit.

"If there is no Grand Marshal to unite us, the rest of the generals will be mediocre, how dare you offend the Dragon King, Grand Marshal..."

"Hahahahahaha..." Wei Hao laughed loudly, "What's the use of giving me the position of Generalissimo? This is the underworld, and I'm a living person, so I can't live in the underworld every day, right? I am the King of Hades, why do you want me to be the Marshal? You don’t want me to live anymore? Do you expect me to die soon?”

"..."

Wei Hao looked at Long Ling who was gradually appearing on the "Wanlong", and said calmly, "You have the power to protect yourself, this "Wanlong" should be regarded as a farewell gift. I hope there will be no time in the future. Farewell."

Cupping his hands, Wei Hao jumped up and landed on the "dead water". He should have sunk directly, but at this time Wei Hao stepped on the water without a trace, as if walking on flat ground.

He did not display the "martyr's arrogance", but walked very calmly, and the water surface was equally calm, like a black mirror.

No matter how Wei Hao walks, there will be no ripples, no waves.

"Generalissimo!!"

"Admiral!"

"Wait a minute, Generalissimo!"

"Admiral, please stay!"

Without turning his head, Wei Hao waved his hand and left without any intention of stopping.

At this time, Wei Hao, every step he takes is ten feet.

Ten feet is the length of a dragon's body that has been cultivated for a thousand years.

In this way, ten zhang and ten zhang, ten zhang after ten zhang, in a short time, it is already thousands of zhang away.

"The Generalissimo—"

Called in unison, and then, a little bit of dragon scales appeared, densely packed, gathering from all directions, like stars shining brightly, all gathered together.

When the stars gather together, it looks like a fire.

A set of body armor, blue and black intertwined, with countless thunder and lightning hidden in it, and the gathering of millions of dragon spirit ideas, this is a symbol of unity.

This set of body armor is good, but it's still a pity that it won't be able to exert much power in the mortal world.

The ultimate treasure of the Yin God depends on who will use it.

Wei Hao is a living person, he really can't use dead things.

However, he took it.

With one heart.

"Save your energy, I hope you can become dragons again..."

Wei Hao's voice came from afar, and after a while, the melodious sound of the flute sounded, soothing the worries and sorrows of many little dragons.

The little dragons who died young were most afraid of parting. They found a sense of security in Wei Hao, and they regarded him as their father, so naturally they were even more sad.

But the sound of the flute sounded like a water dragon singing, and the sadness of parting was also diluted a lot.

In front of the Panlong Pillar, several dark dragons that appeared trembled all over their bodies, all of them were inconceivable: "That's not an ordinary flute sound."

"It's 'Shuilongyin'!"

"The 'power' of the third hell!"

"He got it too!"

"Now he has two 'big powers'..."

"Is it possible that he also obtained the 'power' in the 'thorn hell'?"

"..."

After the weird thought popped up, it was out of control.

The dragon with double pupils turned to look at Judge Jiang, but the ghost of the underworld just spread his hands: "Our king..."

"That's it."

The one-horned ghost king added a sentence, which aroused Judge Jiang's dissatisfaction, and turned to stare at it.

But the aftermath of this big shock did not end, the "Wanlong" continued to exist, and the Dragon King of Surabaya seemed to have completely disappeared.

Without Wei Hao, although the "Wanlong" can still be maintained, it is not known in what state it is maintained.

Inside the giant ship, densely packed lines formed a very majestic formation, providing protection and energy for any corner of the giant ship.

When the "Wanlong" was cruising on the vast "dead water" in a flat state, the dragon spirits in the cabin were all sleeping peacefully in their own tombs.

Only at this time, there will be a strange dragon, humming the sound of the flute, and then patrolling every corner of the "Wanlong".

The "Wanlong", which had no ship spirit, had a ship spirit.

The double-eyed dragon noticed this subtle change, and was very moved. He never expected that Wei Hao would not completely wipe out the Sishui Dragon King.

Saved a hand, or left a line.

The corpse of the Dragon King of Sishui was turned into the outer armor of the "Wanlong", which was used to resist the tyrannical corpse dragon in the "Big Wave Hell".

The soul of the Dragon King of Sishui, on the other hand, discards the chaff and preserves the essence, becoming the freest ship spirit in the "Wanlong".

Of course, it may also be said that since then, the Dragon King of Sishui has also become the most unfree elf, because the Dragon King of Sishui cannot leave the "Wanlong", and can only be interdependent with the "Wanlong".

The current Dragon King of Surabaya is more like the spirit of a huge magic weapon.

It's just that this magic weapon is a ship.

"It seems that the Dragon King of Sishui is sure to meet Wei Hao again..."

The Dragon with Double Eyes knew very well that at the level of the Dragon King of Sishui, and with its special status, it was impossible to make a random decision.

Since he would not choose to go to "Hualongchi", it means he has a better choice.

Tianlu may be the choice of the Dragon King of Sishui.

There are many ways to leave the "Dragon Tomb", conscription is one of them, and a battleship like "Wanlong" is simply a weapon of war, there will always be times when it is needed, and there will always be times when it is useful.

At that time, it will be the time for the Dragon King of Sishui to re-elevate and practice again as a "spirit of weapons".

"It's a complete gamble..."

The dragon with double pupils is a little puzzled, why the Dragon King of Sishui has such a deep tacit understanding with Wei Hao who met for the first time, this is really unbelievable.

Among them, is there any reason?

No matter how he calculated, he couldn't get the desired result.

Somewhere, there seemed to be something obstructing his calculations.

Suddenly, the double-eyed dragon guessed: "Could it be that this Wei Hao is the reincarnation of some great god? Or a certain heavenly monarch or great emperor descended to experience the world of mortals?"

But these are easy to calculate.

Wei Hao doesn't have any extraordinary past events, he is a mortal through and through.

The Dragon with Double Pupils was very distressed. He knew that Wei Hao might be a very important person.

Suddenly, a dark dragon circled slowly, appearing from the void, as if it was originally here, but no one noticed it, only when it appeared actively, would it be perceived by people.

"I heard that he fought side by side with the 'Big Nest Clan'..."

"That doesn't count as fighting side by side. Bailong evolved the battle at that time, and it was completely suppressed by the 'Dachao Clan'. His desperate blow only broke a dragon's claw."

"There are not many mortals who have the qualifications to be restrained by the 'Big Nest'..."

After saying this, the mysterious underworld dragon slowly faded away, coming and going without a trace, and the ghosts and gods of the underworld didn't even notice that it had come.

And this mysterious underworld dragon is also huge, covering almost the entire sky, but the dragon's head is looming, but even with such a huge size, Judge Jiang, the one-horned ghost king and other ghosts and gods still haven't noticed it.

The Dragon with Double Pupils was a little annoyed, he didn't want to hear these disturbing things, he just wanted to know how many "big powers" Wei Hao got.

When did the "power" of hell become so easy to hold?

"Golden Dragon Ax...Water Dragon Chant..."

He has heard of some of the treasures embodied by "Great Power", but he has never heard of some of them. He only knows that there is such a thing that has a certain special ability.

He is not sure what the "great power" in the "thorn hell" can be embodied.

If Wei Hao really got it...

It's ridiculous.

Countless things that the real dragon Yingjie couldn't do were done by a big living person who came to smash the scene.

I really don't know whether to praise the profound heritage of the underworld, or to say that the Dragon Clan is really dead.

At this time, Wei Hao came to a weird island.

In the center of the island is a volcano.

On one side is the edge of the "big wave hell".

On the other side, there is a black lacquered reef, like magma that has just cooled down and solidified, and sometimes there are crimson tumbling.

"Crossing over, is the fire hell?"

With "Shuilong Yin", Wei Hao can clearly perceive how to leave the "Great Wave Hell", and he now knows the entire structure of the third hell.

Even, as long as he wants to, he can mobilize all the "big whirlpools" for his own use.

It's just that there are rules of the underworld, if you break it at will, there will obviously be a series of changes. At that time, you don't have to think about leaving the "Dragon Tomb".

Of the "Great Vortex" in the entire "Great Wave Hell", only the shattered "Great Ice Vortex" can be used by him.

Or to be more precise, although he did not take away the "Wanlong", he, the generalissimo of the Wanlong Army and the captain of the "Wanlong", also wanted to take his favorite spoils after the victory of the war.

This trophy is obviously the "Ice Maelstrom".

Since you are going to the fourth hell, the fire hell, you have to prepare. How to make the fire hell not so easy to roast yourself, you must think of a way.

Wei Hao instinctively wanted to bring a refrigerator with him, and it was the kind with high power and fast cooling.

"Ice Maelstrom"... couldn't be more suitable.

However, even though he had been prepared for a long time, after stepping into the magma and walking to the other side, Wei Hao was still shocked by the cruel scene in front of him.

(End of this chapter)