At the foot of Chentang Pass, the mighty elites of the Pingling Kingdom teamed up with the Kraken to launch a fierce attack on this seaside pass.
Ao Bing was wounded and fled, and even the latest news that Meng Jibo attacked the mountain and destroyed the temple made Ao Yu a little frightened.
Did he really dare? He actually dared to provoke the Dragon King, and the Dragon King was actually indifferent?
Ao Yu felt that all his views were shattered. How could he still be the East China Sea Dragon Clan who showed off his power and yelled at him every day? Why should I be submissive in front of Uncle Meng Ji, and hit me hard with Ping Linghou? I am a Marquis and he is an Earl, Hundan!
However, it was impossible for him to have the opportunity to question the Dragon King. At this time, he was already too busy to take care of himself. He couldn't pry open the iron turtle of Chentangguan today. When the terrifying Uncle Meng Ji caught up, he didn't think he could outlast Dong Yi. It took even longer, and the two battalions of water and fire were enough to treat him as a wild monster.
"Charge the entire army! The first one to reach the top will be crowned an earl and rewarded with a thousand gold coins!!"
Ao Yu looked at the city gate, where he was like a swordsman. He pointed at six swords flying up and down, changing directions in the air to strangle Li Jing. His teeth itched with hatred. What kind of evil was this guy using? Technique? Isn't he a famous person? How come you still use Taoism to kill enemies?
Hate returned to hate, it was impossible to go into battle in person, Ao Yu shouted and asked: "Have the naval generals who took the sea route not landed yet?"
The deputy general looked at the sky and was a little confused: "My lord, we made an appointment to attack the city together at noon, but it seems that we didn't hear the movement behind the pass."
"I knew that the second generation of this dragon was unreliable. I tricked him into sneaking a surprise attack on Meng Jibo's camp. How come he didn't die there? Now he's still here to ruin my big things. He failed to succeed but failed more than he did!"
At this moment, Yin Shiniang, who was guarding the coastline behind the pass with the remaining defenders, stared at the sea in front of her in stunned silence.
The sea water was bright red, as if it was filled with endless red gauze, and in the distance there was only a small, pink baby with the Huntian Ling wrapped in its hands, stirring constantly in the sea.
After a while, groups of shrimp soldiers, crab generals, and toad spirits lurking under the blue waves were all stirred up, rolling their eyes and floating from the bottom of the sea. A large black mass floated on the sea surface, which was really spectacular.
"Mom, mom, there is meat, lots of meat!"
Nezha kicked his short legs in the water, raised his head like a little puppy, and swam towards the shore with all four limbs. While swimming, he did not forget to ask Yin Shiniang to quickly get the fishing net and collect all the meat. Go home and stew it.
Yin Shiniang smiled and said that her child was not an ordinary person. Taiyi Zhenren, who gave the teachings, said that he would be a great hero when he grows up. Now it seems that he does not need to grow up to be a great hero in Chentangguan.
Just when everyone was marveling at the magic of the Third Young Master, a huge black shadow passed under Nezha under the sea. A cold air came from bottom to top, condensing a snow-white icicle in the sea water, and thrust straight towards Nezha.
Yin Shiniang, who was sharp and careful, was shocked and immediately ran to the coast and reminded loudly: "Nezha, come back quickly and be careful where you are!"
Nezha shook his little head and looked down, and was instantly sealed in the sea water by icicles. His face was still curious and he reached out to touch it.
"Nezha!!!"
Yin Shiniang was furious, and the four swords on her back were unsheathed and turned into flying swords to pierce the sea. Two of them kept slashing at the icicles, and the other two went straight towards the attacker who opened his bloody mouth and tried to swallow them.
At the critical moment, I saw the universe circle on Nezha's wrist buzzing, and then with a "bang" sound, the icicle exploded, and was directly grabbed by Nezha's hands, like throwing a lead ball, spinning around, and throwing it into the sky with difficulty .
The shadow revealed a figure, it was the white dragon with a huge scabbed gap on the right side of its neck, Ao Bing.
"Hahaha, the little doll is pretty good, but a little young. Are you throwing it up in the sky to knock down a star and give it to me?"
Soon after, Ao Bing accelerated in an instant, his eyes opened with excitement and he opened his big mouth, wanting to swallow the lovely person in front of him in one gulp, and digest the essence of the mana that seemed to be materialized.
The Qiankun Circle made a huge spin in the sky, and then suddenly fell, turning into a golden meteor and hitting Ao Bing on the head.
There was a crisp sound like striking iron, and huge waves exploded on the sea surface.
Ao Bing felt that his soul was about to be shattered by this small golden ring. Two vertical pupils were about to pop out of his eyes, and the whole dragon began to feel confused.
This feeling is too familiar. It was the same when I was hit on the head with a huge golden stick by someone a few days ago. The same position, the same force, the same heart-breaking pain.
Before he could react, the little thing in front of him kicked him on the chin. The small body seemed to have infinite power. His jaw suddenly closed, and a dragon roar of pain stopped abruptly.
Then the little man covered his sore little feet and seemed to be even angrier than him. He waved the Hun Tian Ling in his hand and wrapped it around his mouth to crawl towards the faucet. As he climbed, he hit Ao Bing's face with his little fist. In his eyes, he cried and said: "Big bug, you hurt my foot! I told you to be so tough! You told me to bully me! I will beat you to death!"
Ao Bing was about to cry but had no tears. He complained about his bad luck. It was rare for him to go out to sea for fun. First, he was beaten by Meng Jibo and almost split in two by an axe.
Thinking of coming to Chentangguan to regain my confidence, I thought I had encountered a wild ginseng fruit, but I never imagined that it was a ferocious human-shaped beast.
Ao Bing wanted to beg for mercy, reveal his identity, admit his mistake and run away. After all, this was how he used to offend people in the past. For those who wanted to save face or were concerned about the power of the Dragon Palace, even if they were members of the Jie Cult, they were not willing to do so casually. Confront the Dragon Palace.
However, this little brat tied his mouth so tightly that he could not utter a complete sentence except for a whine.
Nezha grabbed the dragon's whiskers and climbed onto the dragon's head. He twisted the Qiankun Circle that fit perfectly in his hand, and then smashed the frame onto the huge dragon's head. The power of the Universe from the Qiankun Circle shook Ao Bing's Qiqiao dragon blood. DC was flying crazily in the sea and in the sky, trying to throw the little man above him off his body.
The long hair that usually made Long proud became a burden. Nezha grabbed hold of Ao Bing's hair and whiskers. After grabbing a lot of them, he went to grab new ones, and directly tore the handsome Bai Long into a bald man. .
At this moment, Bailong has begun to regret. There is a wise saying in the world, it is better to provoke a sword master than to provoke a naughty kid with a powerful crossbow in his hand.
Whether they are Sword Masters or Uncle Meng Ji, many of the things they think about are the overall situation, concerns, and intricate relationships. They will have some concerns before making a fatal move, but they are not naughty children. If they provoke such naughty children, they will be unhappy. They are all deadly attacks.
Ao Bingduo hopes that Taibai Jinxing can stand up again at this moment and shout to the little kid and the humans on the shore: "The dragon is left under the sword! This is the third prince of the Dragon King of the East China Sea!"
Unfortunately, it didn't happen. Ao Bing, who was in pain, simply fell to the ground and kept rolling and hitting the ground, trying to crush this little ancestor of the human race to death.
But Nezha was also merciless. The more pain he suffered, the stronger his stubbornness became.
Looking at the bleeding spot on his neck, he reached in and pulled out the dragon tendon. He pulled it out, and kept pulling, until Ao Bing had no strength left and lay flat on the sea sand, staining a large area of the beach red. Only then did the entire dragon tendon be pulled out.
Ao Bing lay weakly on the ground, with tears of regret flowing from his eyes, and silently closed his eyes, but Nezha was still not relieved, and after standing firm, he hit the faucet again and again.
The people on the shore let out shocking cheers, while the shrimp soldiers and crab generals who came back to their senses in the sea looked at Ao Bing motionless on the ground in horror, and they all dived into the seabed and retreated to the deep sea.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'll kill the stupid insect. Grandma, am I strong?"
The happy Nezha jumped up and ran towards Yin Shiniang, shouting: "Mom, I want to eat meat."
At this time, in the depths of the East China Sea, the wind was surging, and an astonishing murderous intention was brewing in the Crystal Palace. Ao Guang, the leader of the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, looked at Prime Minister Turtle in front of him with a gloomy face and asked.
"Prime Minister, where did Meng Chang learn from him?"
"It seems like there is no mentor!"
"Which great immortal is he a disciple of?"
"Just a common man."
"Then where did he get the courage to disobey my East China Sea Dragon Palace? And he dared to smash my shrine!!"
When the Dragon King was angry, violent winds and huge waves arose on the sea, and a huge whirlpool appeared above the Crystal Palace. The mighty dragon's power made all living beings tremble.
The prime minister of the turtle forcibly resisted the urge to retract the turtle shell and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. It was not that the Dragon Palace had never encountered an opponent. It was precisely because he had beaten some powerful people in the past that the Dragon King could not bear it. Take this breath.
However, if you endure the hyperplasia of your mammary glands for a while and take a step back, the more you think about it, the more angry you will be. If you want to be beaten by a powerful person, you have no regrets. A small reptile in their eyes dares to kick its nose and face, which makes the dragon want to kill it and then kill it. .
But the small handles people use are well-founded, and the big flags they pull are big enough, which makes it even more uncomfortable.
At this moment, General Hai Toad, who had retreated from Chentangguan, was wiping tears all the way, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and rushed in with his sword and sword.
"Dragon King! Oh no, the third prince was beaten to death!"
The sea toad that had just ran to the gate immediately felt a huge force rushing towards him, and his body swam backwards involuntarily, followed by another push on his back, and the lord of Swan Island immediately took a sip. Blood spurted out, and a large piece of his chest was dented under the heavy pressure.
"Tell me again, who was beaten to death by whom?"
"Ahem, His Majesty the Dragon King is the third prince Ao Bing. He was beaten to death by Li Jing's youngest son Nezha in Chentangguan."
"Chentangguan!! Li Jing!!" The old Dragon King was really angry. It was not easy for the dragon clan to have children. It had been more than ten thousand years since he was born. Just three sons were beaten to death like this?
Thousands of feet of waves rose from the sea, and a huge tsunami rolled up from the center of the ocean current in the East China Sea, heading toward Chentangguan at lightning speed.
"Your Majesty, would you like my sea warriors to support you?" After the sea toad regained its breath, it immediately expressed its loyalty to the Dragon King in the sky.
Prime Minister Turtle glared at him: "Ordering the Sea Clan not to participate. As long as we don't have troops, it's just a personal grudge. If we raise troops, it's a war against the human race. Are you stupid?"
On the Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea, Master Tongtian looked at Hu Lei stating Meng Chang's request in front of him, with a calm expression and said nothing, but how could he hide the sudden tsunami in the East China Sea from him? Tongtian stood up The leader was calculating the cause of the tsunami, and in the end he couldn't help but feel a trace of ridicule on his lips.
"The Dragon Palace of the East China Sea is really majestic."
Just when he was about to continue to enter meditation, Master Tongtian suddenly felt an impulse, and his eyes were placed on Yuxu Palace.
I saw three streams of light passing by. Two of them were known to the leader of Tongtian. They were his good nephews. Taiyi Zhenren and Daoxing Tianzun went east hand in hand. Behind them was a young man, who must be the new third-generation disciple of Chanjiao. , this person's divine light is flowing, and the mana in his body surges powerfully.
Looking at other people, and then at his third-generation disciples, Master Tongtian sighed helplessly, but he recovered his mood in an instant. There is no distinction between teachers and students. If everyone really has such a good foundation, there is no need for him to teach them. You can become talented yourself.
Speaking of which, among the third generation disciples of Jie Jiao, there seem to be very few who can do it well.
"Um?"
While thinking, the leader of Tongtian Cult stared closely at the divine weapon on the waist of the guard, and said softly: "Hit the divine whip!"
"It's interesting. Senior brother actually started placing bets so quickly. This is quite in line with his style."
After taking a look at the roaring waves of the East China Sea, and then at the disciples of the Chan Sect who were flying all the way with the magic whip, the leader of the Tongtian Sect stroked his beard and smiled.
The Sinking Immortal Sword immediately unsheathed and flew towards Hu Lei, and the slightly domineering sharp voice sounded.
"Huo Ling, take me Zhenxianjian and your nephew Hu Lei to Chentangguan in the East China Sea. There is no need to show up. If things change, save the life of Uncle Meng Ji. If he asks you for help, you You can help.”
As a reader before, I didn’t have such a strong feeling. I wished that the author would update ten times a day. Only then did I realize that serialization is a task that requires both mental and physical strength.
I have gained some insights as I write in my mind. After all, this is my first book. I found that I made mistakes in many chapters in the past, and I used too much force in some serious descriptions. Thank you to all the book friends who still have the patience to follow me. Really, thank you for your support along the way, I will continue to work hard.
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