The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

A white fish poked its head out from the ripples and faced Zhang Yi, which made Zhang Yi confused for a moment.

"This is……"

I can't help but have some doubts in my heart, it's just that the surrounding environment is weird, but now it seems that this place is not as simple as I thought.

At this moment, Zhuang Zhou's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"This is the illusion that poor Tao has evolved in this life. If you can come out, I will give you the scriptures."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi rarely spoke back, but frowned and glanced at the surrounding environment. He said it was an illusion, but it was completely dark. Who could bear it?

Zhang Yi knew that this time it was useless to rely on his words and could only rely on deduction.

After making up his mind, Zhang Yi rolled up his sleeves, unfolded his palms, and then countless golden lights began to appear on his palms.

Countless golden threads began to circulate, and within a moment, the surrounding environment was covered with the threads in Zhang Yi's hand.

Even the white fish was not spared.

However, the golden thread did not touch the white fish. When it was about to get closer, a white light swayed from the head of the white fish, blocking the thread.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows, obviously a little surprised.

"Why is this happening?"

After murmuring in a low voice, Zhang Yi stepped forward and walked forward. In just a moment, he was in front of the white fish. The golden light flashed in his hand and he grabbed the white fish.

The white fish flicked its tail, and Zhang Yi suddenly stopped his hand, looking at the white fish in front of him with a somewhat horrified expression.

"The power of heaven!?"

Secretly exclaiming in his heart, Zhang Yi was horrified at this moment. He never thought that this white fish was actually transformed by the power of heaven.

At this moment, the appearance of Zhuang Zhou sounded, and Zhang Yi couldn't help but frown. This Zhuang Zhou's realm was no greater than that of Daluo Jinxian, could he really control the power of heaven?

After taking a deep look at the white fish in front of him, Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment.

The golden threads spread out in all directions without any reaction. It was certain that the key to breaking the formation lay in the white fish in front of them.

But what is a little helpless is that at this time, I am not in the realm of immortals. The gap between me and Zhuang Zhou is as big as heaven and earth. How can I break through this power of heaven?

Looking at the white fish in front of her with some embarrassment, Zhang Yi felt like she had no idea what to eat for the first time.

Trying to calm down, Zhang Yi slowly closed his eyes, and the power in his body began to fluctuate, and a faint power spread in the darkness.

Zhuang Zhou, who was standing outside the illusory formation, seemed to feel something. He suddenly raised his head and looked into the formation, his eyes flashing.

"It's interesting. This ritual is indeed the true biography of Gui Guzi. No wonder Gui Guzi asked him to come and get the true scripture."

"It's just that you can really understand the secrets of Pindao's formation?"

In the formation at this time, Zhang Yi frowned, and when he felt the aura, except for the white fish, there was no fluctuation at all. Is it possible that this formation is so perfect?

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw that Zhang Yi suddenly waved his hand, and a stream of light shot out, piercing the darkness in front of him.

The cold light in his eyes was wanton, and he said in a cold voice: "Since you want the ancient well to be without ripples, I will create a ripple in this place today!"

The powerful power exploded instantly, and the originally stable surroundings suddenly began to fluctuate. Within a moment, a large amount of spiritual power began to wreak havoc.

How can the Zongheng faction stop because your world is light and calm? If this is the case, how can I get the good talk from the Seven Kingdoms?

As Zhang Yi moved to disrupt the formation, countless golden threads stretched out and into the darkness.

Zhuang Zhou frowned slightly, but he didn't expect Zhang Yi to be so direct and make such a move after a disagreement.

He waved one hand and tried to stop the detection, but just as he took action, he found something was not right, and he inevitably became a little confused.

"Why do you feel this way?"

Although he felt a little vigilant in his heart, Zhuang Zhou did not stop the movements of his hands, but continued to use his spiritual power.

Zhang Yi, who was trapped in the formation, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a smile on his face.

"Fight with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi saw golden light flashing on his hand. He took a step forward and grabbed it towards his side. His arm stretched into the darkness. Zhang Yi felt that he was holding something slippery in his hand.

"I forgot that you come from the three religions, and the yin and yang are also your specialty."

Zhang Yi sneered, and then moved his wrist to pull the black fish he caught out of the black water.

Zhuang Zhou, who was outside the formation, finally changed his expression and looked at this scene with a horrified expression, feeling a little frightened in his heart.

"Zhang Zi! No!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Zhou stepped into the formation and flicked his sleeves. Zhang Yi only felt that the scene in front of him changed. There was no longer the darkness before, and his hand was stretching out into a pool of water.

Looking at the anxious Zhuang Zhou with a smile on his face, Zhang Yi smiled slightly and said, "Can you hand over the scripture to me now?"

"Give, give, give it all to you!"

Zhuang Zhou looked at the black fish in Zhang Yi's hand with some distress, and said softly: "Let him go first."

"Bring the scriptures first," Zhang Yi said.

Zhuang Zhou was helpless, Zhang Yi was contaminated by the aura of the mortal world, and his behavior was different from that of the disciples of the Xian family. When speaking, every word seems to be fished out of profit. Don't give yourself the slightest chance.

He opened his palm and saw a scroll of jade slips appearing in Zhuang Zhou's hand. He handed it forward and said, "This is what you want."

"It seems like this fish is quite valuable." Zhang Yi looked at the black fish in his hand and said with surprise.

Zhuang Zhou resisted the urge to smash the jade slip in his hand and said coldly: "If Zhang Zi wants anything, just say it."

"I haven't returned to the Dragon Palace yet, but I'm missing one thing..." Zhang Yi frowned, as if thinking about something, then patted his head and said, "I'm missing one of the so-called magic weapons in your immortal family's mouth. .”

Zhuang Zhou's expression froze, and he looked at Zhang Yi and said: "You are still shameless, there are countless magic weapons in the world, who can compare with your Zhenhai Dragon Palace!?"

"What I have is my own, and what you give me as a gift is what you give me as a gift. This matter cannot be confused." Zhang Yi said, tightening the black fish in his hand.

Being caught in his shortcomings, Zhuang Zhou wanted to give himself a slap. If he had given the scriptures directly to Zhang Yi at that time, why would so many things happen now?

"That's all, I'll accept this matter."

After frowning and thinking for a while, Zhuang Zhou reached into his sleeve and fumbled for a moment, and then he pulled out a sword from the sleeve.

Looking at Zhang Yi, Zhuang Zhou said: "This sword was obtained from Nanhua Mountain by a poor man."

Zhang Yi looked at it intently and saw that the blade of the sword was red all over, like a flame. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, looking at the long sword in surprise.

"That's it." Zhang Yi put down the black fish in his hand, then reached out to take the long sword and the jade slip.

Seeing this, Zhuang Zhou sighed helplessly, waved his hands and said, "You can go, I don't have what you want here."

Seeing that the other party issued an eviction order, Zhang Yi was not angry. He just nodded with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "See you later!"

"Never again!"