I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 298 Black, It's Really Black

"Hahaha, let's die together!"

The old monk's eyes turned completely blood-colored, and his chest was filled with unresolved resentment.

He had been practicing for ten lifetimes, and he was already an arhat. After reincarnating a few times, he might step into the realm of Shravaka.

But because of the invasion of these southerners, the inheritance of Daxue Mountain is in shambles.

There are no eggs under the overturned nest. In order to save Daxue Mountain's orthodoxy, he chose to enter the magic and defend the way.

Although he knew that there was a chance of redemption in the future, but after all, this method is brutal, so what is the probability of success?

The great vow of Buddhism can also be undertaken with great wisdom and courage.

The punishment of 10 people this time is too heavy!

It was so heavy that he didn't even have the confidence to hold on.

But he didn't turn back when he opened the bow, and at this point, he didn't keep it anymore.

As his thoughts turned, the small world of the third holy land would completely break away from the leylines.

Once the veins of the earth are broken, thousands of miles around will collapse.

At that time, the mountains and rivers will be torn apart, the rivers will be rolled back, and the fire will rise from the ground, destroying all living beings.

"terrible,"

"I feel the breath of destruction, we are finished!"

The old ghost couldn't calculate anything at this moment, and the huge catastrophe covered it, completely obscuring the future.

Now these earthquakes are just an appetizer. Once the veins of the earth are completely torn, the boundary of thousands of miles will be wiped out.

"Crackling."

In his ears, there were constant sounds of the earth collapsing, and every cracking sound made his heart tense.

In the vast northern wilderness, the people on both sides became more and more chaotic.The organization of the Central Plains Dynasty was significantly higher, and everyone dispersed quickly to avoid stampedes.

"Go."

The old monk's body was completely occupied by black energy, and his whole body exuded the smell of catastrophe. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, as if there were demons flying around him.

He wants to tear apart the leylines and destroy the common people,
So you have to suffer the rejection of the whole world.

With all his strength, he pulled the small world with all his strength, and he wanted to launch this final blow to tear off the leylines.

"Kakkaka."

The sound of the earth's veins being torn continued to be heard next to his ears. These sounds fell on the ears of the already crazy old monk, but they were like fairy music.

He himself has entered hell, and now he will also drag the Central Plains Dynasty and Shinto into hell!
The old ghost couldn't help but closed his eyes. When the aura of calamity reached its peak, he already had a premonition that it was too late.

One breath... two breaths... ten breaths...

I heard people say that when you are dying, you will feel that time slows down, which seems to be true.

Ten breaths... twenty breaths... one hundred breaths...

It seems a little too slow, ah, it's so painful, so uncomfortable.

The old ghost and Ao Cang had already closed their eyes and waited to die, but after waiting for a long time, they still didn't wait for the earth veins to erupt.

Even, even the rustling and breaking sound before disappeared.

"What... what's going on? Why can't you pull it?"

The old monk mobilized his thoughts with all his strength, wanting to use the power of the small world to break the leylines, but the leylines, which were extremely fragile before, seemed to have become much tougher now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake them at all.

Even... He even felt a force pulling in the opposite direction against him.

It's so evil, why is there still a force against him in this vein?
Although the old monk had already lost most of his mind, he couldn't help having a strange thought at this moment.

And at the next moment, he suddenly couldn't sense the small world anymore.

He is the master of the tenth world, and he has long cultivated the small world to make his mind and mind one. How could the small world suddenly disappear?

What about the small world!Who stole my little world!
Just when he was in a state of panic, a large number of gray-white roots suddenly appeared from the ground below him, each root was like the tentacles of an octopus, and each root was thousands of feet long.

These roots are densely packed, constantly spreading towards the distant ice field.

"This... what is this?"

Although the old monk has practiced for ten generations, he was dumbfounded when he saw such a huge root. With his knowledge, he couldn't imagine what it was?
"Clap clap."

In fact, only a very small part is exposed to the outside world, and more roots are still hidden under the ground, wrapping layer by layer on the ground veins, wrapping the entire ground veins tightly, and spreading out for several days. hundred miles.

"boom."

Then the void suddenly turned, and a huge peach tree estimated to be tens of miles high appeared directly. Its leaves stretched out like a canopy, and even directly covered half of the ice field.

Everyone looked at this tree that almost appeared from mythology in shock. Many people couldn't see the whole picture of the tree clearly because they were too close, and felt that the world had dimmed.

"Where did you get the peach tree?"

Ao Cang was stunned, he had already closed his eyes and waited to die, didn't he expect the time to turn around?
"Never mind what happened to him, hahahaha, we are saved! Let me explain that King Ling is far-sighted, wise and powerful, and will never abandon us."

The old ghost's eyes widened, and then he burst out laughing.

He had already forgotten that he was still angrily scolding King Ming Ling for using them as pawns just now.

"Reversing catastrophe, turning clouds and rain, what a means of good fortune. It is extremely extreme. The Daxue Mountain is just an ordinary inheritance, and the highest is no more than cultivation to the Bodhisattva level. With a powerhouse like King Ming Ling sitting in command, how could he be easily calculated by him."

When the joy in his heart subsided, the old ghost looked at the peach tree that covered the sky and murmured.

They were in the calamity before, and the five aggregates were all lost, so naturally they couldn't calculate anything.

Now that he escaped the catastrophe, when he looked back at himself again, he could find something strange.

Rumor has it that the strongest person in Daxue Mountain today is no more than a Shravaka Bodhisattva, who is just equivalent to a celestial karma, and does not even have the inheritance of the Bodhisattva of the Tenth Bodhisattva.

This kind of existence is trying to plot King Ming Ling vainly, it is like the small-minded thinking of a yellow-haired child who thinks he has succeeded, how can he hide it from the eyes of adults.

Everything is still in Shinto's plan.

No wonder Daxue Mountain just drove some tribal people over, and the human court dispatched [-] elite troops to encircle and suppress them.

So it makes sense.

The imperial court has been colluding with Shinto for a long time... Well, there have been friendly exchanges, but it was just a play together.

After figuring out this joint, the old ghost felt more at ease.

You are worthy of being a member of Shinto, you are awesome, I am proud to be a part of Shinto.

"However, based on my understanding of King Mingling, he always takes one step and calculates two steps. He made such a big commotion and acted out a play. It can't be just to destroy the third holy land of Daxue Mountain."

The old ghost rolled his eyes and felt that things were not that simple.

Now all the haze covering his mind dissipated, his brain became clear for a while, and he could think of many details that he hadn't considered before.

With the fishing ability of those old silver coins, since they have calculated, it is impossible to spread such bait without earning a lot of money.

Just as he was thinking this way, suddenly, the peach tree that covered the sky and the earth overflowed with brilliant brilliance, circle after circle of merit circles emerged.

These merits that should only be seen by practitioners, because they are too rich, actually directly break through the void, making many mortals see the halo-like merits.

"Relief of 10 people is a gift from heaven and earth, and merit is like an ocean."

Seeing this scene, the old ghost dispelled the last bit of doubt in his heart.

Daxueshan wants to tear off the earth's veins and kill 10 people, thus attracting the backlash of heaven and earth, and finally perishes with Shinto.

But Shinto went the other way and rescued the 10 people. Not only did they not suffer any losses, but they also gained immeasurable merits due to their contribution to the rescue.

Although these merits are nothing to the entire Shinto, but to an individual, they are enough to protect a person from disaster and disaster, and to ascend to the immortal smoothly.

The old ghost once again sighed in his heart, when will he be able to learn this kind of calculation method, then combined with his own supernatural powers, it will be enough to make far-reaching plans and plan infinite benefits for himself.

He was thinking like this, but suddenly his whole body glowed brilliantly.

Ao Cang on the side also showed the brilliance of merit.

Although the two of them have been paddling, they are also part of Shinto, and this time they are in the center of the whirlpool.

They will die the first time they encounter a disaster, but the advantage is to make a profit the first time.

"No, it's extremely peaceful, it seems that you and I should be lucky."

The old ghost looked at Ao Cang's energy, but felt that the brilliance was dazzling, and the future must be smooth.

I saw that Ao Cang was very lucky, and I expected Ao Cang to see me like this.

He was very happy in his heart, but Qiu Ping couldn't help but appear in his mind.

"Qiu Tiju, I'm sorry, although you have something to do with being the leader, you really didn't participate in this matter. I'm afraid you won't get much merit."

The old ghost suddenly thought of Qiu Ping who had gone to the Third Holy Land to steal things with the help of the gangster, and he laughed in his heart.

So what about a relationship household, luck is not something that will favor you just because you are a relationship household.

"Old ghost, that person...couldn't be...Qiu Ping."

Ao Cang's eyes fell on a branch of the big peach tree, a black-faced boy was riding on it, and a ray of light like the sun rose behind him.

Damn, who is shining!
The old ghost just glanced at it, and his eyes were stinging from the burning light.He is a body of ghosts, and of course his eyesight is not as good as that of the real dragons.

It was only after hearing Ao Cang's words that he barely discerned that it really seemed to be Qiu Ping.

However, why the golden light of merit on this kid's body is so thick, it's so unscientific!
"I'm sorry, I accidentally planted a big peach tree. I didn't scare you." Qiu Ping rode on the big tree, and then his figure flickered, and he appeared next to the old ghost and Ao Cang.

"You...you are not going to steal..."

"What are you stealing? I planted this peach tree myself. Don't talk nonsense."

Qiu Ping quickly interrupted the old ghost, we are the children of a decent family, how could we steal things, don't slander people's innocence out of thin air.

"So, you saved everyone?"

The old ghost's brain is a little overwhelmed, didn't he say that King Mingling saved everyone?How did it become a little loach?

"What saves people? What's wrong with you?"

Qiu Ping found that he couldn't understand what the old ghost was saying, he just left for a while, why did it look like the end of the world.

In his memory, he was just going to steal... Ahem, he was trapped when he went through the door, and then he was smashed by a peach, and then he ate the peach, and the peach pit turned into a tree.

Oh, and I took the time to sweep the floor halfway.

Although this tree is a little bigger, but we are in the world of cultivating immortals, so it is not so unusual to have a tree that is a little bigger.

"You didn't save people? Then why is there such a golden light of merit on your head..."

Ao Cang felt a little annoyed, based on what he knew about Little Niach, if he really did this, he would have bragged about it everywhere.

Could it be that this kid really doesn't know?

Before he could speak, the old ghost covered his mouth.

"Ahaha, isn't it just the golden light of merit, we all have it. As our leader, Qiu Tiju, it's normal for it to be a bit richer."

The old ghost let out a haha, but his heart trembled.

It seems that the background of this little loach is much deeper than he imagined, and all such great merits are directly attributed to him, this selfishness is not covered up at all, right?

You don't even want your face anymore, heh Que, it's black, it's really black.

"Qiu Tiju, you must be tired from planting such a big tree." The old ghost raised his face and showed a bright smile.

He nodded and bowed at Qiu Ping, almost pinched his legs and beat his back.

"It's okay, let me tell you, the Daxue Mountain is really bad, they put an umbrella in the small world, you know, the umbrella is the kind that keeps out the rain, of course I want to tell you about the umbrella Not to keep out the rain, but then again, I'm not saying it can't keep out the rain..."

When little Niqiu thought about his experience in the small world, he was filled with righteous indignation and couldn't stop talking.

He babbled a lot, but his ability to organize the language was really poor, and he only heard the two old ghosts.

"Let me tell you, I have long seen that these monks are not good people. How can a good monk make the small world bloody..."

"If I come to lead the troops, I will definitely arrest those monks and torture them..."

Little Niqiu was spitting, as if he wanted to tell all his grievances.

"Well said! It's rare that Qiu Tiju has such courage, and he should be a role model for us."

Before he could finish his sentence, behind him appeared a man dressed in black, even his face was as black as coal.

However, although he said words of praise, his face was as stiff as iron, and he didn't look like a compliment at all.

Qiu Ping turned his head and stared at the visitor.

Uncle, who are you?

"Hao Yunduo, the head of the little god, the city god's fortune manager, has seen Zhenjun Hei."

When the old ghost saw the person coming, his face changed suddenly, and he saluted quickly.

With this signature black face, apart from that True Lord Hei who is standing alongside True Lord Bai, there is no one else.

But, why did this Heisha God appear here?

The old ghost shrank his head like a mouse seeing a cat.

Although that Zhenjun Bai looked a little bit eccentric, but the feeling of oppression was not as strong as this one.

　Didn't expect me to update so early today.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)