Dragon and Tiger Taoist

Yanbo Lake, in the middle of the lake, is filled with thick fog, making it difficult to see even one's fingers, and there are still strangely black frost flowers floating on the lake.

Under the water, the Yin Qi as black as ink saturates the lake, turning the place into the deepest darkness.

At the bottom of the lake, the blood-stained stone slabs glowed faintly. A dragon about a hundred meters long, with hideous scales and white color lay dead on top. Seven dragon-suppressing nails nailed it to the bottom of the lake. The most important thing was its The head has been severed.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, the clear and distant sound of bells sounded underwater, one black and one white, two graceful women with gauze scarves on their faces and brass bells tied to their ankles and wrists were surrounding them The dragon corpse danced a strange dance, which seemed to be some kind of sacrificial ritual, and also seemed to be some unknown Taoist method.

As time goes by, the dark yin energy around the place becomes more and more intense, gradually taking on a sinister meaning, like a ghost in the world.

It was at this time that strands of ghostly aura spread out from the dragon's body, getting thicker and thicker, gradually engulfing the surrounding area.

Buzz, blood-colored radiance filled the air, and the seven dragon-suppressing nails vibrated endlessly, as if trying to suppress something. The long-dead dragon corpse, which even had no head, seemed to come alive at this moment, struggling crazily.

Seeing such a scene, the two women in black and white gauze glanced at each other, and at the same time burst out with a ghostly spirit, and sang weird songs.

"The soul is back."

"The soul is back."

At a certain moment, the figures of the two women became erratic, and an unknown door was opened by them. It was at this time that a vague black shadow emerged from the door.

Hey, the power of the underworld is strong, the blood light is dim, the power on the dragon-suppressing nail is eroded, and turned into decay. The black shadow is aimed at the dragon corpse, and he suddenly opens his mouth and sucks.

Invisible power flowed, and the dragon corpse quickly shriveled up, decayed into ashes, and the black shadow's body gradually solidified. It looked like a dragon, with claws and no horns, and pale scales. It was clearly a dragon.

At the moment when its dragon body was complete, its powerful aura filled the world, shaking the entire Yanbo Lake, and all beasts surrendered to it.

"Congratulations to Mr. Long on his return."

Seeing the ghostly aura lingering around them, they were both dragons and ghosts, standing side by side. The two women prostrated themselves at the same time. They also had ghostly auras on their bodies, but they were more erratic.

Hearing this, he twisted his body and hovered in the ghost mist. He lowered his gaze and looked at the two ghost girls. Greed and violence flashed in the dragon's scarlet eyes, but he finally restrained himself.

"Tell the ghost mother for me that Qixuan will remember this friendship and I will do what I promised her."

Hearing this, the two ghost girls bowed in response, as if they were unaware of Jiaolong's previous malice.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Long, we will definitely bring you your words."

Hearing this, Jiaolong's eyes slowly moved away from the two ghost girls. At this moment, the tense minds of the two ghost girls finally relaxed. Although they didn't show it just now, under the pressure that Jiaolong Yi released, Their hearts were still trembling uncontrollably.

"Then comes a moment of reckoning."

"Prevent me from transforming into a dragon, cut off my path, cut off my head, suppress my demon body, and leave the dynasty, hey."

Looking into the distance, there was unforgettable hatred flowing in the dragon's scarlet eyes, and that direction was Jinyang City.

Roaring, the dragon's roar shocked the world, the trapped dragon ascended to the sky, carrying the endless lake water, and the ghost dragon rose into the sky.

The water veins vibrated, the sky and the earth interacted, and bursts of thunder immediately sounded above the eight-hundred-mile Yanbo Lake, and it rained heavily. Its bright lightning could be seen thousands of miles away.

Outside Jinyang City, Zhang Chunyi reached out to catch the sudden raindrops, looked at the golden sun in the sky, and then looked back at the dark clouds spreading from the horizon at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zhang Chunyi looked solemn, because that direction was the smoke wave. lake.

"Big demon."

At this moment, a certain idea in Zhang Chunyi's heart finally settled.

The big demon is also called the thousand-year-old demon. This kind of monster has mana as strong as the sea and powerful supernatural powers. It already has the ability to change the celestial phenomena of the place. It is not illusory to open mountains and rivers. There is a qualitative gap between it and the small demon. It is no longer a fantasy. Sheer quantity makes up for it.

After the thought fell, without any hesitation, Zhang Chunyi drove the red cloud and rushed towards Jinyang City at the fastest speed.

This big demon obviously comes with bad intentions, and Jinyang City is the place most likely to block this big demon, because Jinyang City is protected by a large formation left from the founding of the country, and even if the big demon wants to break through, it will never be able to. easy.

At the same time, in the city lord's palace in Jinyang City, an old man and a young man were playing chess.

The old man's beard and hair have turned white, and he looks about fifty or sixty years old. He has a gentle breath and a certain bearing, while the young man's face is immature, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He looks like he is in his twenties, but there is a hint of age between his eyebrows. of vicissitudes of life.

"Is this a big demon or a dragon? How is it possible?"

After noticing the changes between heaven and earth, the old man's expression changed drastically, and the white seeds on his fingertips quietly fell.

The water veins in Yanbo Lake have long been suppressed by the dynasty, and it is impossible to give birth to a big demon, let alone a dragon.

At the beginning of the founding of the Dali Dynasty, there was an old dragon entrenched in Yanbo Lake. He named himself Qixuan Dragon King. He was a master of Tongxuan and was not far away from the position of Demon King. In addition, he had mastered the water veins of Yanbo Lake. The Dali Dynasty did not dare to push too far, and in the end the two parties could only sign a contract to maintain some kind of peace.

But this kind of peace did not last long. In order to break through, the old Jiao had the plan of walking the Jiao, and this undoubtedly touched the reverse scale of the Dali Dynasty.

Walking the dragon is a secret method passed down by the true dragon clan. Through this secret method, the dragon can use the power of water veins to temper its body. As long as it succeeds, it can transform into a true dragon.

As long as he transforms into a real dragon, the demon king's door will naturally open to the old dragon, but no matter whether it is successful or not, this secret method will evolve into a flood, flooding the whole place.

But it was at this time that the ancestor of Qianyang of the Dali Dynasty seized the opportunity and took action personally when the old dragon was about to break through. He cut off the connection between the old dragon and the water veins of Yanbo Lake, cut off the old dragon's head, and Seven dragon-suppressing nails were used to pin its demonic body to the bottom of the lake forever, thereby subduing the water veins of Yanbo Lake and avoiding the disaster of flooding several counties.

Since then, the spiritual power of Yanbo Lake has become increasingly sluggish, and it can no longer support the birth of a great demon, but now an accident happened.

The white stone rolled down and finally settled on the chessboard. Compared to the old man's gaffe, the young man seemed to have discovered nothing. He seized this rare opportunity and dropped his own black stone on the chessboard, killing the old man's carefully constructed The great dragon.

"Xuanying, you lose."

The victory was established, and a hearty smile came from the young man's mouth.

Hearing this, the old man was slightly stunned when he looked at the black and white chessboard. This was really a careless move and the whole game was lost.

"Xuanying, you are the city lord of Jinyang City, but your Qi-nurturing skills are still lacking."

Standing up slowly, the young man spoke again, with a reprimand in his words, just like the elders to the younger ones.

"It's just Qixuan's dead but not stiff old dragon causing trouble."

"It was beheaded by our Dali Dynasty when it was alive. What future can it have if it turns into a ghost after death?"

The breath of iron and blood turned into substance and burst out from the young man's body. At this moment, the entire courtyard was filled with a strong smell of blood. Through the young man's figure, the old man seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Since it turned into a ghost, why not kill it again?"

Chirping, a sharp cry sounded, and the shadow of a divine bird appeared behind the young man.

Hearing this, looking at such a young man, the old man looked ashamed, but his heart calmed down, because the man in front of him was Zhao Wushuang, the king of Dongli among the four kings of Dali.