AWB Chapter 293: The Lord of Gunshui
Chapter 293: The Lord of Gunshui
After forcefully suppressing the means left by Gunshui Hebo, the spirit looked at the little dragon that was thrown out by Ao Ping.
Probably because they wanted to keep it fresh, they didn't kill it immediately.
Although Ao Yan is only at the late stage of foundation building now, he is not far from forming a golden core, and his bloodline is even higher than Ao Ping's.
The spirit stretched out its finger through the air and released the magical power that bound him. It seemed that Chengxin could understand what he meant.
At most she could use the Dragon King Seal to comprehend things for a few years and would not be restricted by it.
The old Dragon King had some history with Chen Yu, and Ao Yan had also greeted him politely at the Dragon Palace banquet.
As the spirit disappeared, Cheng Xin put away the scroll, leaving Ao Ping fleeing in panic.
The best thing for him to do today was to reveal his identity immediately and then turn around and leave.
After all, there is not much value to be squeezed out of an old dragon with mixed blood.
The signboard of Gunshui Dragon Palace is only useful before inviting out the Dharma body of Hebo.
However, he coveted Chengxin's bloodline and wanted to use the method given by Gunshui Dragon Lord to fish in troubled waters, so he was doomed to die.
Since her state of mind is similar to Chengxin's, let her handle it herself, and just treat it as a practice.
The two spirits Yan and Miao, whose realm is higher than hers in this space, do not like to fight, but they have a transcendent status and their cultivation is close to the Nascent Soul stage.
After all, he is an elf born and raised. Even if he is raised by a young woman, he is stronger than his great-grandson who is separated by who knows how many generations.
Demon kings such as Yunjiu Tamei are still in the early stage of the Golden Elixir stage, and their physical strength and magical powers are indeed inferior to those of the true dragon's followers.
Moreover, although the space is large, it is still too small for Jindan cultivators.
If even a little bit of the aftermath is leaked carelessly, it can cause widespread suffering.
Since she formed the elixir, she has never really taken action.
The blood of this dragon is too mixed to be useful, so it would be a good idea to train some subordinates.
The position of the Dragon King has been settled. According to the rules of the Dragon Palace, Gunshuihe Mansion has no reason to interfere with Lei Yangze's inheritance.
In fact, it was at this time that there was an unknown underwater cave somewhere in the Gun River.
A cultivator who was sitting cross-legged at a water vein node, comprehending the great principles of heaven and earth, suddenly opened his eyes.
This middle-aged woman, who looks to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven, is the leader of the Tanzhou Shui tribe.
She was wearing a plain Taoist robe and looked so dignified and solemn that people dared not look directly at her.
There is a colorful coral ruyi in front of her body, the wooden hairpin on her hair is carved with a chiwen, and there are light blue dragon scales on the back of her hands.
It takes two hundred years to form the elixir, four hundred years to become an infant, and now he is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul at the age of seven hundred.
With a lifespan of about 1,200 years for a dragon creature in the Nascent Soul stage, there is a slight chance that they can achieve deification.
Through the video footage transmitted back before the talisman bead shattered, she roughly understood the cause and effect.
The Jiaolong clan is like this, they are united enough towards external parties, but the fights within the clan are also very cruel.
After all, this is a fight among dragon creatures, and Gunshui Hebo will not act rashly.
Of course, the most important thing is that there is a powerful person behind her who is at the same level as her. Otherwise, if it were a Yuanying to ask the new Dragon King for an explanation, who would dare to say no?
Ao Ping is not its biological son, so why should it provoke a powerful cultivator whose cultivation level may be higher than its own?
As for the aggrieved feeling, before she became He Bo, what did it matter when she saw the many dragon sons and grandsons fighting and devouring each other cruelly?
If one can achieve the state of transformation into a god, then the cultivator will be nothing more than a humble passer-by on the road.
However, Ao Ping has been working diligently at the Water Palace for many years, but he has also been conscientious in his duties.
Moreover, he went to compete for the position of Lei Yang Dragon King this time with her tacit consent.
Thinking of this, her spiritual consciousness turned, and she ordered the Dragon Palace to give Ao Ping's direct descendants three additional spiritual objects for forming the elixir.
Generally speaking, it is more difficult for dragon creatures to survive tribulation, and the better their talent, the more difficult it is.
The Dragon King has a noble status and good fortune, and his heavenly tribulation is more forgiving than that of ordinary cultivators.
But with three spiritual objects for forming a pill, as long as one's talent is not too bad, one should be able to succeed in at least one.
As for whether Ao Ping was still alive after she saw her talisman beads were broken, it was useless to think about it.
At this moment, on the lake outside the secret realm of Wanlongtan, Ao Ping no longer maintained his human form. He turned back into a dragon several dozen feet long, riding on the clouds and mist to escape.
Seeing this, Cheng Xin was not in a hurry and threw out a piece of light blue silk from her sleeve.
When it first came out, it was only three feet long and four fingers wide, and it was so light that it seemed like nothing.
Suddenly it flew hundreds of miles away, and in the wind it turned into a sky full of bright light, locking the dragon tightly inside.
The dragon, which was several dozen feet in size, suddenly changed to several thousand feet in size, trying to burst the green silk.
When he found that it didn't work, he shrank to the size of a mosquito or fly, trying to concentrate his strength to break through from one point.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
It turns out that this green silk is woven from thousand-year-old lotus root silk, melted with real fire, and eroded by cold wind. It is extremely tough and it takes a lot of effort for a late Jindan cultivator to break it.
He can change size, but Qing Ling, as a magic weapon used by Jindan cultivators, can certainly be used to counter his moves.
The only problem is that it consumes a lot of mana, and its damage to the Jindan level is almost non-existent.
Ao Ping was finally horrified, but he had no intention of begging for mercy. He just fought hard like a trapped beast, trying to break the blockade of Qing Ling.
The younger generation and the powerful person behind her may not know Gunshui Hebo, but they can guess about 70% of him.
At least the talisman bead can explain some problems, but the other party is not afraid of this, so why would he care about the life of a small golden elixir like him?
Begging for mercy would only bring humiliation upon oneself.
Of course, Ao Ping was not someone who would sit there and wait for death, so he took out a small black bell from his dantian.
Once the sound of this bell rings, it can shock the soul, and even worse, the soul will be scattered on the spot.
However, if one wants to deal with cultivators at a similar level as oneself, one must use one's own essence and blood as a guide.
At this critical moment, he did not dare to be stingy and directly consumed more than half of his essence and blood. If he had consumed more, he would have shortened his life and died on the spot.
However, what made him despair was that even if he put all his killing power into it, the opponent seemed unaffected.
In a place that is difficult for others to reach with their spiritual consciousness, a three-inch lotus pedestal emitting pure white light floats quietly above Chengxin's Niwan Palace, and the invisible force isolates all the bell sounds.
After fighting for several minutes, Ao Ping gradually became exhausted.
In the end, his magic power was not even enough to maintain his form, revealing his original form as a dragon several thousand feet long.
Chengxin stood in mid-air, his face lit with joy.
After all, she had only reached the middle stage of the Golden Core two years ago, and she still had a long way to go in terms of profound magical powers.
Thanks to his superior bloodline, powerful magic weapons and profound attainments in magic, he was able to suppress it relatively easily.
Even so, her magic power is almost exhausted.
The Jiaolong clan is indeed wealthy, and their physical strength and magical powers are naturally stronger than those of other monster clans.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chengxin transformed his life-saving magic weapon into a spear, and with a shrill dragon roar, he nailed the dragon to death on the lake with one spear.
In just one day, two Jindan in the lake died, which was considered a great fortune for Lei Yangze.