I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 489 Shinto people don’t fight Shinto people.

"Shh, please keep your voice down."

The face of the short and fat Taoist priest on the side changed. If he spoke ill of the Six Sages of Pingtian in the Six Heavens God Realm, he was not seeking death.

He also wanted to be released as soon as possible after serving his sentence.

"Hey, we are all our own people..."

Qiu Ping waved his hand, feeling that this guy was making a fuss out of a molehill.

I, Mr. Qiu, came here in a strong wind and waves. What scene have I not seen before?

But before he finished speaking, the short and fat Taoist priest in front of him turned pale.

At this time, a shadow had emerged from behind Qiu Ping, covering his entire body.

Qiu Ping turned around, only to find that it was a real dragon covering the sky and the sun, more than twice as big as the ancient dragon he killed.

Although the scales all over his body are green, they seem to be stained with a layer of gray, giving them an ancient flavor.

It feels like walking through billions of years of time and space until we reach the present world.

If it was just a huge size, Qiu Ping wouldn't think anything of it, but the key is, the realm of this dragon...

Jinxian!

A true dragon at the level of a golden immortal.

Qiu Ping was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. He was just a little golden fairy, how could he dare to fight with a real golden fairy dragon?

But why does this real dragon look familiar?

"Huh? A loach?"

"Can even a loach become an immortal now?"

The Golden Immortal True Dragon murmured to himself, but he was so big that even if he lowered his voice, it was like rolling thunder, spreading around.

The little loach's face turned black when he heard this, "You stinky worms, I am the Lord of the East China Sea and your immediate boss, why do you look down on me?"

Of course, these were just his inner thoughts, and the attitude he showed was still very gentle and respectful.

"Hello, this True Dragon Golden Immortal, I am the Governor of Water Transport of Shinto, and we are colleagues."

Qiu Ping had a beautiful smile on his face.

We are all Shinto people, and Shinto people do not fight Shinto people.

The short and fat Taoist priest standing aside looked at the little loach in surprise. Is this guy actually a member of the Shinto? And it sounds like the official position is not small.

"If you weren't a god, I would have swallowed you up in one gulp just now."

True Dragon Jinxian looked at Qiu Ping with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"Ah hahaha, I can go now. I'll treat you to a drink when I have time."

Qiu Ping laughed, then waved his hand and was about to leave.

"Please stay."

"Our Six Heavenly God Realm has a rule. Any god who wants to leave must first pass the assessment of our Six Heavenly Saints."

True Dragon Jinxian looked down at Qiu Ping and said.

"Are you kidding? This sounds like bullshit."

Qiu Ping's face immediately fell. Under normal circumstances, no one would come to this ghost place.

If I hadn't walked in accidentally, I wouldn't have known there was such a place.

"I don't want to play with you in this inexplicable test. I'm going to take the first step."

Little Loach sneered, "I'm just chatting with you for the sake of my colleagues." If I want to leave, you can't stop me.

"Governor Qiu, if you leave, we will report the situation here truthfully. Then it will not be our brothers negotiating with you, but King Minngling looking for you."

The True Dragon Golden Immortal smiled, looking calm and calm.

The little loach's movements suddenly froze. I thought, it turned out to be waiting for me here.

"Hmph, I'm so easy to control. Since you guys are playing rogue with me, don't blame me for playing tricks too."

Qiu Ping continued to sneer, then snapped his fingers and turned back time.

From the time this dragon appeared until now, it's only been a cup of tea, and I still have one hour left in the time quota I can use today.

I just need to go back to a cup of tea, and I will slip away before you come and see how you play tricks on me.

Qiu Ping silently praised his wit.

"back!"

"...Oh."

Qiu Ping turned back time and drank a cup of tea, and then heard what the real dragon said.

Hey, why did I go back to tea time, and this real dragon is still here.

Qiu Ping's eyes widened. Could it be that his law of time had failed?

"One more cup of tea."

"...King Minngling is looking for you."

Time went back for a cup of tea, and then the real dragon said another sentence.

"Oh no, what's going on?"

Qiu Ping began to doubt himself. I must have been targeted.

Little Loach still didn't believe it, so he backed up for a quarter of an hour this time.

"...We will report the situation here truthfully..."

The real dragon was still talking, but Qiu Ping was numb.

Is it that my magical power has been weakened, or that the world has been enhanced? This is too unscientific.

If this continues, even if I use up all my time quota, it will be difficult to go back to before this green dragon appeared.

Is it possible that he is forced to use the Boat of Time to go back to the previous point in time?

But as the controller of the path of time, he knows better than anyone else the consequences of traveling through time and space. Others would dare to wander in the long river of time after obtaining these treasures of time, but he has always maintained a reverence for time.

Just like the fruit of time, if you keep chasing time, time will get farther and farther away from you.

Only by maintaining a normal mind and awe in the face of time will the Tao Fruit jump into your arms like a fish.

Qiu Ping thought about it and felt that it was not worth traveling through the timeline just for this matter.

"We will report the situation here truthfully..."

"I agree, please don't bother King Minngling with this little matter."

Before Zhenlong finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Qiu Ping.

"Ah...oh, you don't agree...huh? You agree?"

The real dragon was choked back the rest of his words, and he was wondering in his heart, did he just mention King Mingling?

Why is this loach so quick to answer?

"Okay, let's get started. How do we get through this level?"

Qiu Ping was unhappy. He hated this kind of challenge and competition the most.

"I, the Six Sages of Pingtian, will evolve the six worlds of eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind. Each world will be graded into three levels: upper, middle, and lower according to its performance, and within each level, it will be divided into three levels. Like up above, up in the middle, up down, and so on.”

"You have to go up to every realm before you can leave." The real dragon smiled, and the smile in his eyes became more obvious.

Qiu Ping's face became even more depressed, and he already had a very bad premonition.

"Okay, come on."

But now that the matter has come to this, Little Loach has no choice but to change his mind and bite the bullet.

"The first realm is the vision evolved by me. Please enter the urn... Well, I mean, you can go in."

You almost spoke your mind.

The real dragon spit out from its mouth, and the clouds and mist rolled around it, instantly covering Qiu Ping's body.

Qiu Ping only felt that the surrounding clouds were steaming and the mist was flowing in front of him, as if it were light river water, giving it a strange beauty.

Layers of brilliance shine through from behind the mist, creating colorful rays of light.

Qiu Ping looked at all this with some dullness. He had forgotten to ask what the assessment standards were.

You let me in, what do you want me to do?

Although the world in front of me is quite beautiful, you can’t let me in just to watch a three-dimensional movie.

At the next moment, the surrounding clouds and mist suddenly condensed and turned into snow-white lotus flowers flying all over the sky. Then the lotus flowers turned over, brilliant colors appeared between the sky and the earth, and endless flying flowers fell down.

The fallen flowers are colorful and the world is magnificent.

Qiu Ping sat aside and watched all this. These scenes were quite beautiful, but he was a rough man and he only thought they were beautiful.

You ask him to compose a poem...

I have almost forgotten most of what I memorized before.

"what……"

Qiu Ping yawned. He thought of Gu Xiaowan inexplicably. Maybe Xiaowan would like this scene here.

A flying flower fell from the sky and turned into a colorful butterfly among the flying petals. In an instant, countless flying flowers turned into various beautiful flying butterflies, flying lightly.

Qiu Ping stretched out a hand, and a butterfly landed on his black paw.

But the next moment, the butterfly turned into a bright poisonous snake, opening its mouth and biting his finger.

Qiu Ping was startled, and subconsciously used force to crush the poisonous snake to death.

But the venomous snake that was crushed into a puddle of flesh turned into dozens of more slender snakes, falling towards him. The other densely packed butterflies also turned into various colorful snakes, crowded and squirming with each other.

The patterns on the backs of these venomous snakes are colorful, resembling grimaces and human eyes. They squirm and squirm, making them intimidating.

"I'll knock."

Qiu Ping was about to develop trypophobia. He felt uncomfortable instinctively. As soon as his thoughts changed, a storm started in the space. Countless fine blades accurately landed on these snakes, cutting them into pulp.

But the next moment, bright red blood started flowing out of the meat. The blood mixed with the meat was squirming, and arms, thighs, and eyeballs were constantly growing inside, giving people an extremely sticky and disgusting feeling. .

Qiu Ping was about to vomit.

None of this.

A faint space barrier appeared outside his body, and as soon as the flesh and blood came close to his body, they were all moved far away.

But the space here is limited, and as the meat paste proliferates, the entire space has a tendency to be covered.

Qiu Ping endured the discomfort in his heart and stretched out his hand in the void. He created a huge storage space and stuffed a large amount of flesh and blood into the space.

But space is limited, and these flesh and blood are infinite.

As the carrying capacity of his space reached its limit, a large amount of flesh and blood swallowed his body directly.

"Ah I'm dead."

Qiu Ping let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and then everything disappeared without a trace.

"The score of vision is low, like beauty, hate ugliness, weak will, embarrassing."

Behind the clouds, a real dragon hid in it. When he saw this score, his heart ached.

This level is too bad.

If you want to step into the Golden Immortal world, in addition to having an immortal body and magical power, you must also have an immortal will, with no flaws in your body, and a golden nature. Only then can you live forever and not be afraid of all calamities.

The character of this little loach is similar to that of an ordinary person.

Ordinary people like beautiful things and hate ugly things, but as practitioners, the deeper they go, they pursue that all good and evil are part of heaven and earth, and they must accept both the good and the bad.

This is the mainstream practice concept.

In Buddhism, these beautiful and ugly things are regarded as illusions caused by the heart's thoughts. Only in this way can there be no discrimination.

But regardless of Buddhism, the pursuit of this step must transcend the perspective and realm of ordinary people.

"Let's start the second level."

The real dragon let out a long sigh, and sent his spiritual message to a figure in the distance.

In the very distance, there seemed to be an equally huge but bird-shaped shadow that flashed away.

The figure opened his mouth and spat out, and a fiery red power merged into the smoke.

Qiu Ping breathed a sigh of relief after all his fantasies disappeared.

Okay, you old worm, you call it an assessment, but in fact you are just trying to trick me. When I reach the same level, I will have to stuff you into the cesspool.

The bloody thing just now was too dull.

Not long after the flesh and blood disappeared, a faint chirping sound came from his ears, which seemed to be a lark singing. After a while, more and more bird sounds came, forming a strange sound among them. The rhythm makes people happy physically and mentally.

The little depression that had accumulated in Qiu Ping's heart immediately dissipated.

"Huh."

Although there was no sight in front of him, following an unusually distant and crisp bird song, he seemed to see a brilliant and beautiful phoenix slowly descending from the void.

Countless birds were flying around it, and those cries seemed to be their hymns to the Phoenix.

The phoenix also responded with its cry, filling the world with beautiful notes.

It lasted for half an hour before the sound gradually dissipated.

Qiu Ping's body and mind seemed to have undergone an unprecedented baptism, and he was extremely transparent inside and outside.

However, he also felt a little regretful.

Why wasn't such a beautiful sound recorded? It would be played day and night in the Dragon Palace. How exciting it would be.

As these sounds dissipated, a series of sharp whistling sounds gradually came out.

It's depressing and harsh, like crying, like ghosts chirping, like gold and iron rubbing against each other, as if in a forest with wind blowing from all directions, gloomy, dark and miserable, making people feel depressed.

"I knew nothing good was going to happen here!"

Qiu Ping smelled the same routine, which was to give you something good to enjoy first, and then drag you to hell. The huge gap between the two is enough to make ordinary people feel uncomfortable and collapse.

The harsh sound gets louder and louder, and finally turns into a variety of maddening friction sounds. After you listen to it, you feel the pain of wanting to pierce your eardrums and tear your heart.

Qiu Ping used the laws of space to isolate these sounds.

But these sounds seemed to be pervasive, still echoing in his ears, making his eyes almost bloodshot.

(End of this chapter)