I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 279 A Salted Fish Who Lost His Dream

In the end, Little Loach didn't see Mr. Wei Ling. To be precise, after experiencing some intimidation, he put out all thoughts of letting go.

But at least he strolled around the gate of the prison guard, and he was able to come out with his beard and tail, which is considered a blessing in misfortune.

Little Niqiu ran back to the Tiju Division in despair.

What else can I do, I can only bite the bullet.

For the past few days, Qiu Ping has been depressed every day, and he only cares about chewing spirit stones, spirit mines, and spirit pills to relieve his worries.

In just a few days, the whole fish became a little swollen.

This is all worrying.

"I don't want to be robbed...I don't want to die..." On this day, Little Niqian stuffed a lot of spiritual minerals into his stomach in his palace, and he just ate in a daze, talking in his sleep unconsciously.

While he was half asleep and half awake, the golden thread on his back walked the last frame with difficulty.

There were slight ripples in the surrounding space, and then his body disappeared into the main hall of Falling Dragon Pass.

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In the north of the Central Plains, there are vast grasslands, deserts, snow-capped mountains and virgin forests.

For the people of the Central Dynasty, this place is very far away, so far away that only a simple symbol, a vague name and some not-so-good rumors remain.

Since ancient times, there have been batches of nomads living here. They live in a primitive state, living by water and grass, grazing groups of livestock, simple and honest.

But once the weather worsens and a large number of livestock are frozen to death, they will turn into wolves on the grassland, rushing through the passes of the Central Plains in groups under the leadership of the wolf king, and plundering everything they can take away .

Food, ironware, women...

Since a few years ago, the environment in the North has been deteriorating. The too cold winter has made their lives difficult. Countless tribes among them have begun to annex or unite early, sharpening their knives, preparing to be like their parents, Like the ancestors, they entered the Central Plains.

But what they didn't expect was that before they acted, the army of the Central Plains Dynasty crossed the pass first, and swept all the way to the north.

In front of these well-equipped and well-trained professional troops, these temporary nomadic cavalry appeared extremely weak.

The army of the Central Plains Dynasty swept all the way, expanding the land for thousands of miles, invincible, and did not stop until the soldiers approached the snow mountain.

Going deep into such a long distance behind enemy lines is a very serious test for logistical supplies.Now most of the teams have begun to evacuate backwards, and only a small number of elites, one person with three horses, rely on the form of looting to march towards the farther boundary.

"General, drink water!"

Between the valleys under the Great Snow Mountain, a soldier wearing leather armor and a thick sheepskin jacket was holding a helmet filled with hot snow water.

And not far away from him, a young general reached out to take the helmet, gulped down a few gulps into his stomach, and only felt a warm feeling all over his body, so he let out a long breath.

"I heard that in the big snow mountain now, there is hidden the sixth flame of heretics, and these days coincide with the reincarnation of their masters, and their souls return to the womb. We just go up the mountain and slaughter the heretics. Drink ghee to your heart's content."

The young general had sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes. Although his facial features didn't look so delicate and his skin was a little rough, his whole body exuded a sharp aura, like a long sword drawn out of its sheath.

Behind him, followed by more than [-] cavalry, all of them had the same aura as him. Hearing what the general said, he couldn't help but licked his lips.

The sixth place where the flames bloom is one of the top ten holy places of the Northern Heretics.

Slaughtering one is a great achievement, not only will the dynasty reward it, but the way of heaven will also favor it.

Isn't that what these soldiers want?

In normal times, they would not dare to attack a holy place, but since it is the reincarnation of their guru, it is the weakest time, and it is time for them to make contributions.

Everyone quickly drank hot water and ate some dried meat. After feeling their energy recovered, they immediately abandoned the extra horses and luggage, and headed for the mountainside with light clothes.

They move forward with the belief that they must win and die. If they win, they will not only make up for their losses, but also gain a hundredfold and a thousandfold.

If you lose, then everything will be over.

More than 200 people marched in the vast white snow mountain, just like a few insignificant ants.

Inside the snow mountain, all the practitioners are patiently waiting for the reincarnation of the guru.

"boom!"

Raging flames spewed out from all around, spreading everywhere like a fluid.The void is filled with the aroma of ghee, combined with the warm flames, giving people a sense of warmth and satisfaction.

It was a boundless space.

In the very center, a thin old monk meditates with his eyes closed.

Although his body has long been like a skeleton, his figure is very stalwart, nearly a hundred feet high.

He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and a Pilu hat, and he was groping for the scriptures in his thin palms. Although he didn't make the slightest sound, it seemed that someone was chanting scriptures in the sky, and the reverberations echoed throughout the world. .

Raging flames flowed around him, and amidst the permeating flames, various figures sat cross-legged in it, chanting scriptures softly together.

At first glance, there were about a thousand people.

"Looking all over the boundless Buddhalands, from the Tushita world to the birth of the Buddha, to the end of the Dharma, there are boundless magical powers... Everyone, please protect the Dharma for me." The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and within his shriveled eyelids , is the dark eye socket, but burns with two flames like the sun.

And a hundred feet below him, there is a mass of golden-red flesh slowly expanding, shaped like a spherical fetal membrane, which can be vaguely seen inside, showing a human form.

The chanting voices of all the figures were louder, and countless sutras and cultures made mantras, flying in the void and falling into the flesh and blood.

The flames on the old monk's body burned fiercely, causing a layer of oil to slowly flow down from his skin, and his originally withered and yellow skin, under the burning of the flames, became closer to the color of gold, bringing With a strange holiness.

And within the spherical membrane under him, there were constant "dongdong" sounds.

It seems that a heart is beating violently, and a strong vitality is brewing in it.

After a while, the fire on the old monk's body burned completely, leaving only a smooth relic, which fell from the void and went towards the fetal membrane.

"Respectfully send the guru to be reincarnated."

The faces of all the figures are filled with joy. In the practice of Daxue Mountain, every time they are reincarnated, their Taoism will improve greatly.

The master of their sixth flame opening phase is now the tenth reincarnation.

　It's updated!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)