From clam spirit to mirage dragon fairy

Chapter 52 Hurt each other
"Boom boom boom——"

A southern Xinjiang shaman dressed in colorful bone ornaments sits on the back of a giant elephant and shakes the small bones in his hands.

The small leather drum the size of a palm made a distant and dull sound.

As if receiving instructions, jackals, tigers and leopards rushed out fiercely, roaring and charging towards the imperial army.

The beast's breath frightened the horses' limbs to become weak and restless. If the knights on their backs hadn't held the reins tightly, they would have fled in all directions.

"Mr. Gu—"

Xia Houying looked at Guyang solemnly.

Gu Yang looked at Xiao Yaxuan who was running away in embarrassment because his mana was exhausted. He nodded slightly and walked out of the military formation to face the beasts.

"hold head high--"

A loud dragon roar suppressed the roars of beasts and all the noise.

The dragon power from the ancient mirage covers the entire battlefield.

The wild and domineering aura instantly overwhelmed the jackals, tigers and leopards, all of them peeing and urinating. They could only lie there and let out trembling whimpers, never daring to move.

"Dragon, dragon—"

The southern Xinjiang shaman has been with wild beasts all year round, and he understands the pressure brought by this dragon's roar.

Looking at Guyang, who was dressed as the Dragon Prince with his first-born antlers, the southern Xinjiang shaman revealed a strong look of greed in his eyes.

The dragon clan has the longest scales on the divine beasts of heaven and earth. If you can get a dragon-bred beast, then why would you sacrifice your life for an ordinary man like the King of Dian?
In the vastness of the world, where can’t I go?

"What's going on? Who do you think he is? Why are all your beasts lying down?"

Gu Yang controlled his dragon power and did not disturb the mortals but only targeted those beasts. After all, Gu Yang did not want to be contaminated with human blood and cause more karma in the world.

Therefore, the Dian King and other mortals did not understand the boundless power brought by this dragon's roar. They only saw a child coming out from the opposite side and yelled, and all the beasts fell down one by one.

The furious Dian King turned around and questioned the southern Xinjiang shaman on the spot.

"My lord, that is a great dragon demon. The wild beasts sensed the dragon's aura and did not dare to move?"

The southern Xinjiang shaman was not ignorant. He knew that a pure-blooded true dragon could not appear in this world, so he dared to be greedy and did not flee on the spot.

"Dragon seed?"

The King of Dian was stunned for a while.

It was not like he had never heard of the dragon species. After all, his damn father relied on the blood of the dragon species to survive and kill several of his brothers.

He had also done a lot of work behind the scenes to prevent the old emperor from obtaining the new dragon essence and blood to refine the life-extending elixir.

But having never seen a dragon species, he only thought that they were just some magical beasts. After all, if they really had great supernatural powers, they wouldn't be captured by some mortals to extract their blood for elixirs.

Therefore, he did not have a clear understanding of Gu Yang's strength.

On the contrary, his first thought now is to capture Guyang, a dragon species, and take his blood essence to refine a life-extending elixir.

The old emperor can use dragon blood to extend his life, why can't he?
"It's just a dragon, why don't you take it down?"

The Dian King stared at the southern Xinjiang shaman with burning eyes.

"As ordered—"

The southern Xinjiang shaman smiled secretly.

Why couldn't he see the greed in King Dian's eyes, but he also wanted the dragon seed.

So if you really got Guyang, how could you give it to the King of Dian to make elixirs?

The southern Xinjiang shaman watched Guyang slowly shake the small drum in his hand and began to silently recite obscure witchcraft spells.

Guyang looked at the southern Xinjiang shaman curiously.

This old man has some magical power to be able to control all beasts, but that little bit of weak magical power is not enough in his own eyes. At most, he is just a little shrimp who has just started to practice.

But the old man didn't run away when he saw him, and actually showed a greedy look.

Either his brain is not working well or this old boy has some unknown trump card.

Gu Yang secretly increased his vigilance.

He will never underestimate any opponent in a battle. The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, which is a valuable experience given to him by his senior Internet writers.

"Boom boom boom——"

The dull drum sounded again.

Strange sound waves swept through Guyang's body like ripples of spring water.

"What, what's going on?"

After hearing the sound waves, Guyang felt that his limbs were sore and limp, and he was drowsy, unable to muster the slightest will to fight.

"Ha ha--"

The southern Xinjiang shaman showed a proud smile.

Buddhism, Taoism, Taoism, and the Demon Sect all looked down upon them, practitioners of the southern Xinjiang witchcraft sect.

Because although their skills are weird, it is difficult to achieve immortality, and they often live in the company of wild beasts and poisonous insects, and they are not as graceful and elegant as those of Buddhism and Taoism.

Little did they know that their southern Xinjiang witchcraft was an ancient inheritance passed down from ancient times and was one of the oldest practices of the human race.

At the beginning of human civilization, Buddhism, Taoism and Demonic Sects had not yet appeared. They relied entirely on their witchcraft to communicate with the ancient gods to drive out wild beasts.

Gu magic, curses, including beast control are just side effects.

The special skill of their witchcraft is to communicate with the gods and borrow the power of the ancient gods to change the world and frighten all spirits.

The shaman of southern Xinjiang is called Sa'er Nai, the high priest of the shamanism of southern Xinjiang who worships the "Houtu clan".

Houtu, also known as Earth Mother, is the ancient god who controls the power of the earth.

It's just that now the gods of Buddhism and Taoism suppress heaven and earth, and heaven is the orthodox one.

Ancient gods like Hou Tuzhurong have gradually faded out of human sight, and only in wild places such as Southern Xinjiang will some remaining beliefs remain.

Thrall is one of the few priests who can communicate with the Great God of Houtu. Although he can only borrow a little weak divine power and cannot live forever or fly to the sky and escape from the earth, it is enough to give him the confidence to deal with a dragon species.

Houtu's divine power was transformed into inexplicable power through witchcraft.

Gu Yang felt as if he had returned to his mother's arms, a feeling of closeness that made him unable to resist at all.

"Yang'er, Yang'er, come on, mom has made your favorite scallion and meat dumplings for you.

You kid, you really don’t know how to call home after being away from home for so long.

You don’t miss your parents, and your son or daughter doesn’t miss his dad? "

"mom--"

Guyang seemed to see the shadow of his mother in his previous life.

As before, she took the luggage on her back distressedly and complained that she didn't call home more often.

Although I haven't seen her for a long time, my mother's appearance has not changed much, except for a few fine wrinkles and some white hair on her temples.

"mom--"

Guyang felt a little choked up and wanted to hold his mother and cry out about his hardships over the years. He also wanted to talk about how lonely he was and how much he missed his family.

But there seemed to be something blocked in my throat, preventing me from speaking. I could only turn the longing in my heart into two lines of hot tears rolling in my eyes.

“Look at your child, he’s already a father, but he still hasn’t grown up.

walk home--"

The mother teased Guyang while holding Guyang's hand and walking home.

A warm current arose in Guyang's heart, and he followed his mother step by step towards the house.

In the outside world, Xiao Yaxuan, Xia Houying and others only saw Gu Yang as if he was stupid, walking towards the enemy camp step by step with a silly smile on his face.

"Brother Gu—"

"Mr. Gu—"

Xiao Yaxuan saw something was wrong and hurriedly called Guyang's name and rushed out to pull Guyang.

But how can Xiao Yaxuan pull Gu Yang's strange strength? "Brother Gu——"

Xiao Yaxuan was dragged far away by Guyang anxiously, and as a last resort he raised his hand and gave Guyang an electric cannon.

"Uh, Brother Xiao——"

The awe-inspiring righteousness in Xiao Yaxuan's body can destroy all methods, and this time it awakened a glimmer of Gu Yang's sanity.

"hiss--"

Guyang gasped.

He has the blood of the mirage dragon and is the most powerful illusionist in the world. Unexpectedly, he just fell into an illusion.

Is this a kind of irony?
But in the final analysis, it was Gu Yang who was too preoccupied with his Taoism, and his opponent took advantage of him.

Of course, Hou Tu's divine power is truly extraordinary, even more powerful than his own mirage dragon.

"Thank you, Brother Xiao——"

Guyang sincerely thanked Elva Hsiao.

I don't like it, but Gu Yang is not the kind of unreasonable person.

"Brother Gu, I'm lucky to be safe. There is no need for thanks between you and me."

Elva Hsiao said with a sincere smile.

"Brother Xiao, step back for now, let me take care of the old guy first."

Gu Yang persuaded Elva Hsiao to leave and looked at Sal with an unkind expression.

Just now, I didn't expect that Sal would use his evil tricks and suffered a big loss.

Now that you are on guard, controlling your own sound waves is no longer enough.

After silently reciting the Calming Mantra to disperse distracting thoughts, Guyang stared at Sal and opened his mouth to spit.

A strong wind rose from the ground, only blowing flying sand and moving rocks, and the sky was darkened.

"It's rude to come back without reciprocating. You should also look at my methods."

Guyang held back his anger and decided to arrange a big show for Sal.

Although the strong wind was fierce, it was still an ordinary wind. It only caused a period of chaos and then disappeared without a trace.

However, everyone on the Dian King's side found that the southern Xinjiang shaman on their side suddenly changed from his normal state and sat sluggishly on the back of the elephant. Even the most beloved little leather drum was unconsciously thrown aside.

"High Priest, High Priest—"

The two disciples who controlled the war elephant and served Thrall noticed something unusual about their high priest, and hurried forward to call anxiously.

But Sal showed no reaction, his cloudy old eyes showed no signs of expression. If his chest wasn't still rising and falling slowly, everyone would have thought he was dead.

"Just enjoy the show I have prepared for you."

Guyang crossed his arms and looked at Sal with a sneer.

The strong wind just now was just a means to deceive others. The real killing move was the mirage hidden in the strong wind.

Because of Sal's status, Guyang very considerately arranged the annual mythological drama - "Jingwei Reclamation" for him.

And let him take on the identity of the great wizard Liluo.

At the beginning, this drama was full of flaws.

Good myths and legends have been altered and changed beyond recognition.

Hou Yi actually made Chang'e and Jingwei a couple.

Gonggong, who bumped into Buzhou Mountain, became a kind person, while Zhurong, the god of fire, became an ambitious evil god.

There is also that embarrassing mantra that I couldn’t figure out even if I had a cerebral thrombosis for several years.

I believe that this drama will definitely subvert Thrall's world view and give him an unprecedented critical blow.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the originally sluggish Sal to start to collapse.

"Why, why? Gods, why don't you answer my call, why do you abandon your people?
Zhu Rong, Gonggong, Queen Mother, Thunder God, where are you?

Open your eyes and take a good look at this world—"

Thrall collapsed and jumped off the war elephant. He shouted and called the names of the ancient gods in the sky in front of the two armies, as if he had great grievances and resentment.

"High Priest, High Priest—"

The two disciples hurriedly pulled Thrall to prevent him from further blaspheming the ancient gods.

"High Priest, High Priest, please wake up. We are worshiping Empress Houtu, not Zhurong, the God of Fire, or Gonggong, the God of Water."

The two disciples were speechless for a while. What did the high priest see?

Why do you keep calling out the names of other gods, but don't pray for help from the Empress Houtu whom you worship?

Did the high priest betray his faith and join other sects?

The two disciples whispered secretly in their hearts.

"what?"

Guyang had been watching Sal's ugly behavior with cold eyes, feeling indescribably happy in his heart.

But suddenly Guyang discovered something unusual.

The mirage in Sal's body was actually slowly dissipating.

Mirage is a kind of magical power like poison barrier. It is not fatal and will be digested and eliminated with the passage of time.

But the dissipation speed of the mirage in Sal's body was completely beyond the normal range.

"That's a Gu insect?"

Guyang observed with dragon eyes and found that there were many tiny creatures in Sal's body. Some of those creatures were like scorpions, poisonous snakes, centipedes, toads, and some were like wasps, locusts, and moth larvae.

Among them was a silkworm the size of a little fingertip that was constantly sucking the mirage from Sal's body.

At this rate, Thrall will soon be able to break through the environment and regain his sanity.

Although I have never seen such a thing, according to the experience of online articles and various legends, this should be a Gu insect.

It seems like everyone in southern Xinjiang is raising Gu, which is really unreasonable.

However, Guyang was quite curious about this Gu, as it could even swallow his own mirage.

Guyang wouldn't just watch Sal dissolve the mirage and regain his consciousness. In fact, in Guyang's opinion, wouldn't that be a fool?

Killing him while he is sick is the best thing to do.

He rushed to Sal's side and kicked two of Sal's disciples away. Then Guyang used the dragon's tail to "lightly" pat Sal on his body.

"puff--"

Along with a mouthful of warm blood, a silkworm baby wrapped in seven-colored brilliance was spat out by Sal.

"Snapped--"

A slap knocked Thrall back into the Dian King's army. Whether he could survive or not depended on his fate.

Guyang curiously twisted the silkworm baby and looked up and down.

After the little guy was vomited out, he became more than two inches long and plump, and had a pair of shining little eyes.

The seven-color brilliance is flowing around the body, and it does not look as disturbing as ordinary bugs. Instead, it is a little bit cute, just like a Q version of an anime pet.

This little guy's spiritual energy is so weak that a mortal child could crush it to death with one kick.

However, its intelligence is not low. A pair of small eyes as big as rice grains stared at Gu Yang in a very humane manner, revealing a trace of flattery and submission.

Gu Yang speculated that this little guy should have white or colorless skin originally, but it turned into colorful colors because of absorbing his own mirage.

"You're a very smart little guy. I think Wu Gu will like you."

Guyang decided to take this little guy back to Wu Gu as a pet, as a gift from a trip.

(End of this chapter)