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Chapter 123 Dragon King
Yanbo Lake, the center of the lake, is filled with thick mist, and you can't see your fingers, and there are strange black frost flowers floating on the lake.

Under the water, the pitch-black yin qi permeates the lake water, turning this place into the deepest darkness.

At the bottom of the lake, the blood-stained stone slab gave off a faint brilliance. A white-colored dragon with ferocious scales was about [-] meters long. It was nailed to the bottom of the lake by seven dragon nails. The most important thing was its The head has been beheaded.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, the crisp and distant sound of bells rang underwater, one black and one white, two graceful women with veils on their faces and brass bells tied around their ankles and wrists were surrounding them The dragon corpse danced a weird dance, which seemed to be some kind of sacrificial ritual, and also seemed to be some kind of unknown Taoism.

With the passage of time, the dark yin around it became more and more intense, and gradually took on a kind of dark meaning, like a ghost in the world.

It was at this time that wisps of ghost aura emanated from the dragon's body, getting thicker and thicker, gradually engulfing the surrounding area.

Hum, the blood-colored brilliance filled the air, and the seven dragon-suppressing nails vibrated endlessly, as if they were about to suppress something. The dragon corpse that had died long ago, even without its head, seemed to come alive at this moment, struggling crazily.

Seeing such a scene, the two women in black and white gauze looked at each other, and at the same time burst into a ghostly aura, and sang a weird song.

"Return of the soul."

"Return of the soul."

At a certain moment, the figures of the two women became erratic, and an unknown portal was opened by them. At this moment, an indistinct black figure emerged from that portal.

Chi, the power of the underworld is strong, the blood is dim, the power on the dragon nail is eroded and turned into a rotten thing, the black shadow is aimed at the corpse of the dragon, and suddenly opened its mouth and sucked.

As the invisible power circulated, the dragon's corpse quickly shriveled and rotted into ashes. The black shadow's body gradually solidified. Its body was like a dragon, with claws but no horns, and pale scales. It was indeed a dragon.

At the moment when its dragon body was complete, its powerful breath filled the world, and the entire Yanbo Lake was shaken accordingly, and all beasts surrendered to it.

"Congratulations to Dragon Lord for his return."

Seeing the ghostly aura lingering around him, the dragon is even more ghostly, standing side by side, and the two women prostrated themselves at the same time. They also have ghostly aura on their bodies, but they are more erratic.

Hearing this, he twisted his body, hovered in the ghost mist, lowered his gaze, and looked at the two ghost girls. Greed and tyranny flashed in Jiaolong's scarlet eyes, but they all converged in the end.

"Tell Ghost Mother for me, Qixuan has recorded the friendship this time, and I will do what I promised her."

Hearing this, the two ghost girls bowed in response, as if they hadn't noticed Jiaolong's previous malice.

"Don't worry, Mr. Long, we will take your words with you."

Hearing that, Jiaolong's eyes slowly moved away from the two ghost girls. At this moment, the tense minds of the two ghost girls finally relaxed. Their hearts were still trembling uncontrollably.

"Then it's time for reckoning."

"Prevent my opportunity to transform into a dragon, cut off my path, behead my head, suppress my demon body, and leave the dynasty, hey."

Looking into the distance, there is engraved hatred flowing in Jiaolong's scarlet eyes, and that direction is Jinyang City.

Roar, the dragon chant shocked the world, the trapped dragon ascended to the sky, wrapped in the endless lake water, and the ghost dragon soared into the sky.

The water veins oscillated, and the sky and the earth sympathized. Immediately above the eight hundred miles of Yanbo Lake, there were bursts of thunder and heavy rain. Its bright electric light could be seen thousands of miles away.

Outside Jinyang City, he stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops that fell suddenly, looked at the golden sun in the sky, and then looked back at the dark clouds spreading from the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zhang Chunyi looked solemn, because that direction was Yanbo lake.

"Big monster."

At this moment, a certain idea in Zhang Chunyi's mind finally settled down.

The big monster is also known as the thousand-year-old monster. This kind of monster is as powerful as the sea, with powerful supernatural powers. It already has the ability to change the celestial phenomena of a place. Sheer volume can make up.

The thought fell, without any hesitation, driving the red cloud, Zhang Chunyi rushed towards Jinyang City at the fastest speed.

This big monster is obviously coming from a bad way, and Jinyang City is the most likely place to block this big monster, because Jinyang City has a large formation guard left at the beginning of the founding of the country, even if the big monster wants to break through, it will definitely not easy.

At the same time, in the City Lord's Mansion 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 60 years old. He has a gentle breath and has a certain bearing, while the young man's face is immature, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He looks to be in his twenties, but there is a touch of inappropriate age between his eyebrows and eyes vicissitudes.

"This is a big monster, or a flood dragon, how is it possible?"

Sensing the change between the heaven and the earth, the old man's expression changed drastically, and the white stone on his fingertip quietly fell.

The water veins in Yanbo Lake have long been suppressed by the dynasty, and it is impossible to breed a big monster, let alone a dragon.

At the beginning of the founding of the Dali Dynasty, there was an old dragon entrenched in Yanbo Lake. He called himself the Seven Profound Dragon Lord. The Dali Dynasty did not dare to persecute it too much. In the end, the two sides could only sign a contract to maintain some kind of peace.

But this kind of peace didn't last long. In order to break through, Lao Jiao planned to use the method of walking Jiao, and this undoubtedly touched the Ni Lin of the Dali Dynasty.

Walking Jiao is a secret method handed down by the True Dragon Clan. Through this secret method, the Flood Dragon can temper itself with the power of water veins, and as long as it succeeds, it can transform into a real dragon.

And as long as he transforms into a real dragon, the demon king's gate will naturally be opened to Lao Jiao, but no matter whether it succeeds or not, this secret method will evolve into a flood, flooding the whole place.

However, it was at this time that the Patriarch Qianyang of the Dali Dynasty seized the opportunity to personally strike when Lao Jiao was about to break through, cut off the connection between Lao Jiao and the water veins of Yanbo Lake, beheaded Lao Jiao, and He used seven dragon nails to keep his demon body at the bottom of the lake forever, so as to subdue the water veins of Yanbo Lake and avoid the disaster of flooding several counties.

Since then, Yanbo Lake's world spirit has become increasingly depressed, and it can no longer support the birth of a great monster, but now an accident happened.

The white piece rolled down and finally settled on the chessboard. Compared to the old man's gaffe, the young man seemed to have discovered nothing. Seizing this rare opportunity, he dropped his black piece on the chessboard and slaughtered the old man's carefully constructed the big dragon.

"Xuanying, you lost."

With the victory established, a hearty smile appeared on the young man's mouth.

Hearing this, looking at the black and white chessboard, the old man was slightly taken aback, this is really an inadvertent move and the whole game will be lost.

"Xuanying, you are the lord of Jinyang City, and your energy-raising skills are still a bit weak."

Standing up slowly, the young man spoke again, with a sense of reprimand in his words, just like the elders to the younger ones.

"It's just Qixuan's dead but not stiff old Jiao who is causing trouble."

"It was decapitated by my Dali dynasty when it was alive, but what can it do if it degenerates into a ghost after death?"

The breath of iron and blood turned into substance, erupting from the young man's body. At this moment, the whole yard was filled with a strong smell of blood. Through the figure of the young man, the old man seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Since it has turned into a ghost, why not kill it again?"

Beeping, 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 showed a look of shame, but his heart was at ease, because the person in front of him was Zhao Wushuang, the king of Dongli among the four kings of Dali.

(End of this chapter)