I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 559: Begging for mercy is also a sign of not giving up.

The situation in front of him was so difficult and dangerous that it was the most unsolvable since Qiu Ping was born.

Faced with this situation, he only had one option left.

His face was stern, his fists clenched tightly, and then...

"thump."

"Spare your life, don't kill me. I am only eleven years old today. I am an orphan without a father or a mother. I have never seen my parents since the day I was born!"

The little loach started to howl loudly. It was already at this time, and it didn't matter what kind of dignity it was.

"Why cry!"

Ao Tan was suppressed not far from Qiuping. He saw the little loach sitting on the ground, looking up to the sky and howling, and he felt upset.

She didn't believe it. This monk was so bold that he dared to hurt himself.

Ao Tan ignored him, but a hazy golden light rose around him. It was a rich and pure gold, symbolizing immortality and perfection.

Qiu Ping replied to Ao Tan while he was howling.

The little loach was busy begging for mercy and didn't pay attention to what Ao Tan was saying.

Ao Tan cursed angrily, her eyes flashed with brilliance, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Only trash begs for mercy. I am a direct blood descendant of the ancestral dragon. If I am willing to burn my longevity, I may be able to awaken the ancestral dragon's body."

Ao Tan looked up at Zulong's body in the distance and spoke calmly.

Then, Qiu Ping raised his head and cried louder.

"It's none of your business that I beg for mercy."

"Spare...huh? You also beg for mercy?"

Although King Zi Zi Fo is extremely powerful, he may not be the opponent of Lord Doumu Yuan or Lord Changyang. If the two of them were killed here, Dou Bu would definitely stir up chaos in the world.

"waste."

"what are you saying?"

It seems that after the ultimate strength, the power fades and weakens.

But in this golden color, there is a smell of decay and decay.

Ao Tan looked forward coldly and said in a deep voice.

A trace of determination appeared on Ao Tan's face, and she said calmly.

If she could not arouse the power of Zu Long, then she would be willing to die as a martyr. She would never allow her to see Zu Long being humiliated.

"At this time, there is only one way to break the situation."

The little loach glared at Ao Tan, "You are so stubborn, don't drag me into the water."

Even if this is just a body of Zulong.

"The true dragon Ao Tan, now I am willing to sacrifice the origin of the golden immortal, and also ask the ancestral dragon to send down his divine power. Don't let Buddhism take advantage of it."

As her origin burned, she felt her power slowly establish a connection with an existence as vast as a mountain and sea.

done?

A gleam of light suddenly appeared on Ao Tan's face.

"Still want to fight stubbornly?"

Monk Faxiang also saw Ao Tan's actions, and he would never give him any chance to make a comeback.

Now, that Buddha's finger is suppressing everyone, and these golden immortals no longer have any power to fight back.

His eyes were fixed on Ao Tan, and after taking a breath, he stretched out his hand and suddenly pressed it down.

Originally, he didn't want to completely turn against Doube, but he sensed an unusual aura from this woman, which might affect their plans. It was better... to kill her as soon as possible for safety. When the Buddha, the King of Isvaras, achieves supremeness, the eight divisions of heaven will be nothing.

"Boom."

His power struck Ao Tan's body, and the bright golden light that appeared on Ao Tan's body was shattered into pieces in an instant.

With most of his power blocked, Ao Tan was just like fish waiting to be slaughtered in front of him.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Ao Tan's mouth again, her energy instantly weakened, and the vast aura she had sensed before disappeared instantly.

"Failed?"

Ao Tan's heart sank. That's right, the Faxiang monk was not a fool, and he would never give himself a chance to make a comeback.

It's a pity that no one expected that Buddhism would be so crazy. It was obviously a matter between juniors, but Wang Zizi took action personally. How could they, the golden immortals, resist?

But Ao Tan soon discovered that even though the connection between her and Zulong was forcibly severed, Zulong's huge body was still reviving at an extremely fast speed.

The astonishing power contained in its body is like a volcano that is constantly accumulating power, and wisps of heart-stopping pressure spread to the surroundings.

The face of the monk Faxiang changed slightly, his thoughts turned, and the Buddha's fingers flew up, suppressing the Zulong's body.

A body without a will should be able to suppress it.

But when the Buddha's finger was about to approach the body of the ancestral dragon, a spiritual power that seemed to crawl out of the sea of ​​​​blood from the corpse mountain spurted out, and in a trance, it seemed to transform into a real dragon with blood red body.

The real dragon opened its teeth and claws, tearing through the void like a sharp blade, and slashed directly on the Buddha's finger.

A mark appeared on that finger that was as clean as gold and immortal, and golden liquid flowed out, but the body of the real dragon seemed to contain extremely strong destructive power, trying to break the perfection on this finger.

The Buddhist monk seemed to have seen something terrifying, with a frightened and ferocious expression on his face, and the next moment, the Qi around him fell into silence.

Symbolizing the perfect body of the Bodhisattva of the Ten Grounds, it is also destroyed and decayed in an instant.

His body hit the ground heavily and turned into scattered ashes.

A Bodhisattva on the tenth level who is equivalent to a top golden immortal, and a Buddhist monk who is in charge of the twenty-fourth lotus platform and the Buddha's finger at the same time. Under the impact of that consciousness, he did not even last a breath.

"Are we...saved?"

All these changes were so fast that Qiu Ping didn't have time to react.

"we won?"

"Yeah, we won!"

The little loach jumped up first. It was so good that it almost scared me to death.

Let me just say, as long as we don't give up, we will definitely get that glimmer of hope.

Well, even begging for mercy is a sign of not giving up.

However, the little loach soon discovered that something was not right about the atmosphere. The Buddhist monk was dead, so why hadn’t the Buddha’s fingers been put away?

Not only has it not been put away, but the power on the Buddha's finger is still increasing. Previously, Xiao Niyi and others were only blocked from having magic power, but now they feel weak in their bodies, as if there is power constantly plundering the vitality in their bodies.

As their bodies became weaker, the power on the Buddha's finger seemed to become stronger.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed like there was only that one finger left, and even Zulong's presence was suppressed.

The little loach quickly shrank its head, wondering why the fight wasn't over yet.

Is it over yet?
If this continues, I will not be killed, but will be scared to death.

"Kaka."

The suppressive power on the Buddha's fingers is getting stronger and stronger, as if there is a person far away, bringing power here little by little, and even Zulong's body is sinking little by little.

The little loach did not dare to breathe at this moment, but quietly crawled back a little. Although it had no effect, it at least provided psychological comfort.

(End of this chapter)