The ancient world, the top of West Kunlun Mountain.
Jiao Tu sat and stood alone, hugging his knees, standing alone...
Those subordinates of the Queen Mother of the West stayed far away from each other.
Even so, I was still affected by Jiao Tu...
The sorrow of Hou Yi, the direct descendant of the ancestral dragon, is the real sorrow flowing against the river!
Although Jiao Tu didn't cry, there was always a dark cloud hanging over his head...
The area of the cloud is only ten miles in radius, which is a drop in the bucket compared to West Kunlun.
However, within that little cloud, the rain kept coming.
To be more precise, it wasn't rain at all, but a huge wave.
"granduncle!"
Ao Jia looked at Qinglong and said with a mournful face: "Uncle, please advise Jiao Tu. The water in the four seas will be dried up by Jiao Tu's crying. Now our dragon clan has transformed and gone to Dongsheng Shenzhou to conquer the country, leaving behind There are only a few people who have to make clouds and rain. If this continues, the world will dry up, and our little dragons that have not yet developed will also wither and die..."
Qinglong laughed and said: "It's just a trivial matter..."
Immortal Yang Mei pouted at the side, what a trivial matter!
Everyone knows that Qinglong is making trouble. Jiao Tu is so sad. It’s strange that Qinglong dares to persuade him!
"Aren't I trying to divert your blood?"
Qinglong said with a smile: "Everyone who cried from Jiao Tu has returned to your ocean."
"granduncle!"
Ao Jia cried: "We have returned to the ocean, but do you know that you and Jiao Tu are making such a fuss, and the sea is churning all the year round, how many sea tribes have died in it? Some of our dragon tribes are making clouds and rain, and we have good luck." It’s raining, but it’s gone halfway down. How do you want me to explain it to Heaven and the Human Emperor?”
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Qinglong smiled awkwardly and said: "Survival of the fittest..."
Ao Jia finally couldn't help it anymore and said angrily: "What is survival of the fittest? If we keep going like this for a few more years, no one will survive. This is called survival of the fittest. Our dragon clan has finally gained some luck and can move around relatively freely. If we have to Was he defeated by you and Jiao Tu, uncle?"
"Why are you talking to your uncle!" Qinglong stood up and said angrily.
Ao Jia also stood up. Although his cultivation level was very low, he refused to give in. "That's what I said. Since my uncle doesn't agree, okay, then I will recall all the sea tribes and directly move the four seas to the Central China and submerge this place. Forget it, the hilltop where Jiao Tu is located will be turned into a small island, so that it won’t affect me all over the world!”
"Nonsense!"
Qinglong scolded: "The Kunlun Mountains are high and steep. Are you moving the sea here to completely submerge Xiniu Hezhou?"
"Anyway, if you stay in Sihai, you will be waiting for death. In this case, why not let His Majesty kill and eat him? Farewell!" Ao Jia clasped his fists angrily and was about to leave directly.
At this moment, amid the sound of phoenixes, a person sat on a chariot and slowly fell from the sky.
Just as Ao Jia was about to step forward to salute, Qinglong had already strode over. He laughed and clasped his fists at the visitor and said, "It turns out to be the Golden Mother of Yaochi. Your Majesty, please come quickly!"
Yaochi walked out of the chariot, with lotus growing at every step, landed on the ground, and said with a smile: "You're welcome, fellow Taoist Qinglong."
"Empress, you must make the decision for the dragon clan, otherwise, Sihai will be defeated by these two unscrupulous descendants, Qinglong and Jiaotu!" Ao Jia cried loudly.
Qinglong's face twitched...
He is the true dragon of the ancestors, but in the end, a younger generation scolded him in front of an outsider for being unworthy of his descendants!
It's very hurtful and extremely insulting.
The key is that he does have an unshirkable responsibility for this whole matter, and Qinglong really doesn't know how to deal with it...
"Is there any way to solve this problem?" Qinglong asked quickly.
Yaochi smiled bitterly and said: "That's why I came here. For the present plan, the only way is to use the land book to move Kunlun Mountain to the four seas and turn it into an island."
"Mother, this..."
Qinglong said quickly: "Absolutely not! How can the Kunlun Mountains be relocated to Sihai? This is where the master and Sanqing went out..."
Yaochi said: "I also know that this is inappropriate, but Senior Brother Yuanshi and Teacher have already agreed. I just came from His Majesty Tutu, and she doesn't want to see Jiaotu. At the moment, I can only make this last resort."
Qinglong slapped himself and sighed: "If the master comes back, how will I explain to him?"
"Senior, you should be able to understand what we are doing,"
The Golden Mother of Yaochi smiled bitterly and said: "Fellow Taoist, we can't wait any longer, let's get started!"
The Golden Mother of Yaochi took out the book and handed it to Qinglong.
Qinglong swallowed his saliva, and finally nodded heavily and said: "Since everyone agrees, when the master comes back, I will personally go to the master to apologize!"
Qinglong's magic power penetrated into the book of the earth, and gradually found the ground veins of the Kunlun Mountains. Just when he was about to use his magic power to move the Kunlun Mountains, suddenly, a ray of light fell from the sky.
The light happened to fall on Jiao Tu!
Immediately afterwards, Jiao Tu disappeared directly on the spot.
The thick clouds above Jiao Tu's head still lingered, and the pouring river turned into drifting rain, then into pattering raindrops. Soon, under the sunshine, it was completely melted.
"The power of heaven?" Qinglong asked, holding the earth book in his hand and staring at Yaochi Golden Mother.
Yaochi Golden Mother nodded, then shook her head and said: "It is indeed the power of heaven, but it is not the power of heaven that we can control, and senior brother Yuanshi cannot move Jiao Tu."
The Golden Mother of Yaochi closed her eyes, and after a moment of sensing, she opened her eyes and said, "Jiao Tu is no longer in the ancient world."
"Thank you, senior!"
Ao Jia happily saluted in the air.
Yaochi Golden Mother smiled and said: "It seems that it is indeed the method of senior."
Qinglong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Fortunately, nothing bad happened!"
Ao Jia snorted at Qinglong, and when he cupped his fists at Yaochi Golden Mother, his face was already full of smiles: "My Lady, come to the Crystal Palace as a guest when you have time. As for some people, huh..."
Ao Jia flicked his sleeves and turned into a real dragon. He even stared at the green dragon and roared disdainfully, then he went straight up to the sky and flew towards the four seas.
Qinglong gritted his teeth angrily.
The Golden Mother of Yaochi smiled and said: "If Fellow Taoist Qinglong exerts more force, the Book of Earth will be destroyed by Fellow Taoist!"
Qinglong was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are joking, you are joking..."
Immortal Yang Mei looked at the excitement and said with a smile: "It's useless, I don't even call you empress anymore."
Qinglong glared at Immortal Yangmei angrily. Immortal Yangmei was not afraid at all. He shook the fan made of gathered leaves and said, "Why, isn't what the old Taoist said the truth?"
The Golden Mother of Yaochi smiled and bowed: "Now that this matter has been resolved, I will return to heaven."
Qinglong smiled and clasped his fists: "Fellow Taoist, I often come to play when I have time."
"play what?"
Great Immortal Yang Mei hummed: "Do you listen to the noisy voices of Zhao Gongming and Jinling Virgin?"
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit sensed the aura of the Golden Mother of Yaochi and had just arrived here. When she heard this, she immediately grabbed the sword at her waist angrily and fled shyly...
The Golden Mother of Yaochi glanced at the direction in which the Golden Spirit Mother was leaving, and smiled slightly. The colorful phoenixes sang in unison, and she gradually disappeared in the chariot under the auspicious clouds.
