Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 310

The magic eye can penetrate the dark tide and sand.

Not long after, Meng Fan felt a film-like invisible thing blocking him in front of him, but it was not strong. As he took a step forward, all the pressure squeezing him disappeared.

The Taoist robe is still the same, not stained by a drop of water.

"Dragon Qi is mottled."

"And it is very different from the human dragon aura, mixed with greenery and fishy smell."

"It should be a dragon."

While whispering, Meng Fan held the kitchen knife and walked forward. Almost at the same time, there was a sound of breaking wind, and three icicles fell from the sky.

However, before approaching, it was evaporated by the Taoist real fire and turned into drops of water mist.

On the next section of the road, cold arrows, iron nails, and other weapons that had been simply refined came one after another. Although they did not cause any harm, they also showed the attitude of the owner.

There is this sentence in the story-telling novel "Journey to the West": There is no way that the Dragon King has no treasure.

Whether it is the novels Meng Fan read before time travel or various movies and TV series, the Dragon King is a warm and hospitable image, opening the Dragon Palace to welcome guests from all over.

What's more, if you treat it as a gift-giving boy, no matter whether it's a big demon or an unknown person, you can go there and beat the autumn wind.

[The Dragon Clan is weak and can be bullied]

Most people have this idea, including Meng Fan, who has never had the opportunity to embark on the path before.

Now, what he encountered in this simple Dragon Palace completely subverted his inherent impression.

It was a dark palace with vague traces of carvings, about ten feet long and three feet wide. It was not very beautiful, but it gave people the impression of being like a monkey.

Especially the constant stench, which is worse than a pig pen. How can it be half as majestic as a dragon?
"You little Taoist came here uninvited and made such a big fuss in my King's Dragon Palace."

"What is the intention?!"

The voice was hoarse, obviously questioning.

In the darkness, two vertical pupils like lanterns lit up, and a black dragon came out.

There are horns on the forehead and two claws under the body.

Because of its relatively long body, about four feet long, its body is comparable to a millstone, so its claws look particularly uncoordinated, like chicken claws growing out of an eagle.

"Beast!"

"Principal Taoist, you are full of hostility, and the evil smell of blood lingers for a long time. In the name of a righteous god, you ask for human sacrifice, and you come here specifically to eliminate evil in the world!"

There is no point in talking, Meng Fan jumped up and killed him directly. Even a rusty tetanus blade, with the blessing of Geng Metal Qi, was invincible.

To be honest, he had dealt with all kinds of ghosts before, and the monster that impressed him most was a little mouse spirit, but this was his first time fighting a dragon.

clang!
As he took a breath, the kitchen knife, as bright as gold, struck the ferocious dragon's head.

The black scales broke apart, and pale golden dragon blood continued to flow out.

Or can we have hotpot?
A strange thought appeared in his mind, but was suppressed immediately, and the sound of breaking the wind came from behind.

A slender dragon tail slashed down with force.

However, Meng Fan could fly in the air for a short period of time, and his body was often tempered by practicing the Emperor's Body Forging Technique. When encountering this situation, he first twisted in an incredible way to avoid a powerful and heavy blow, and then dodged directly. Appear in the distance.

Snapped!
The sound is extraordinarily crisp.

The dragon's tail hit the dragon's head, causing black scales to fly.

"Good good!"

The black dragon suffered a great loss, with murderous intent radiating from his vertical pupils. He stretched out his half-foot-long tongue, exposed his sharp teeth, and said in a gravelly voice: "Today, either you die or I die."

"Too much nonsense."

The moment the response came out, Meng Fan had already appeared below the black dragon. As his blood surged, he punched out with a punch that could break mountains and rocks.

Another bang.

The scales rustled down, and a fist mark appeared on the strong dragon's torso.

Almost at the same time, the black flood dragon that almost flew upside down swung its cloud-patterned giant tail, and fought back angrily, in response to the nature of a beast, and refused to suffer half of the loss.

However, it is still too slow.

"More than cruel, but as stupid as a donkey."

Amid the comments, Meng Fan had already calculated the seven-inch mark, which was one-seventh of the evil dragon's body length, close to the dragon's head.

No matter how high you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

This beast was not very old when it was transformed into a dragon. It only had two claws, and its fighting methods were still the same as when it was a snake.Seeing the Gengjin Qi covering the kitchen knife becoming more and more dazzling, Meng Fan put all his strength into his wrist and struck it hard, receiving instant feedback.

hold head high!
A hoarse voice resembling a dragon chant resounded throughout the waters. Even the people waiting on the shore heard the movement and couldn't help but look at each other.

"Master Dao, please spare my life... Xiaolong has surrendered."

"Willing to be driven!!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The huge dragon body that was still twisting wildly under Meng Fan's feet suddenly became silent.

Needless to say, he was dead.

After licking the pale golden dragon blood that splashed on his face, which had a slightly fishy smell but a sweet aftertaste, Meng Fan let out a long sigh of relief: "Do you think the Taoist master doesn't know how to delay the attack?"

This is a poisonous snake transformed into a dragon.

Despite what the evil beast said nicely, black mist had already condensed between the sharp teeth just now, almost spraying out.

It is true that the prospect of taking a dragon as a mount is very good, and if it can fly, it will be even more powerful.

But there is nothing wrong with those beasts that have alien intentions and are ready to devour the master at any time.

Besides, it was full of karma and had swallowed up countless lives. How much merit did Meng Fan have to accompany it and how much merit he had finally accumulated?

"Scales for armor."

"A belt made from dragon tendons."

"Shabu-shabu with flesh and blood increases blood energy."

"The ferocious and ignorant dragon soul is used to refine weapons, so it can't always use kitchen knives."

In an instant, Meng Fan had already figured out how to deal with this ferocious black dragon corpse.

If it is for the purpose of refining weapons, deliberately killing monsters that open up spiritual intelligence, it is indeed harmful to Tianhe, but the monsters who commit crimes are different, they are evil beasts!

Meng Zhenren eliminated a great evil in the world, not only earned merit and fame, but also got a lot of materials.

Triple win.

The people near the water area win once.

Beidou Qi Yuan real person Meng Fan won twice.

Thinking of this, he waved his sleeves, and Haoran's magic power disappeared in a flash, and the dragon corpse disappeared.

His eyes fell on the kitchen knife again.

All the rust has fallen off, and a vague natural texture appears, like fish scales, but upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that it is actually similar to a long snake.

"Stained with the dragon's blood, it can be regarded as a simple magic weapon. If it is enshrined by the people day and night in the future, it will be blessed with faith and incense, and it may be further transformed in a hundred years."

The sound completely disappeared.

The water palace returned to darkness and deathly silence, while the simple palace was reduced to ruins to prevent any demon from occupying the land and becoming king again, causing harm to the people.

shore.

Overcrowded.

They were all people who came to join in the fun after hearing the news, as well as passing traders.

Except for the roar of the dragon, there was no big noise until the river surface automatically separated into a body of water, and Meng Fan walked out calmly.

"Fortunately not humiliated."

After saying that, he sat back in front of the stall.

A pot of turbid wine, a plate of pork, and a plate of vegetables.

These have been prepared during this period. Meng Fan ate calmly while waving his sleeves.

in this way.

Under the gaze of thousands of people, this picture appeared: a handsome and elegant Taoist drinking wine alone, with a dragon-patterned kitchen knife stuck on the table, and at his feet was a ferocious black dragon.

A punch mark.

Two stab wounds.

Obviously, no effort was made.

Meng Fan knew how to show his holiness in front of others.

(End of this chapter)