Just as the figure of the strange old man disappeared outside the cracked hole in the wall, two other figures rushed in at the door of the room.
Two young people came in, a man and a woman, wearing ancient wide-sleeved robes and long swords at their waists. They were dressed like the ancient scholars who studied on the stage.
The woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her face was extremely beautiful. Although she was wearing a toga, her exquisite and convex figure could not be concealed.
The other young man looked about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. He had a long body, slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and was extremely handsome.
"Brother, that person ran away from there!"
The girl looked at the hole in the wall, her eyes flickering, and she seemed to catch the figure that disappeared quickly.
The young man first glanced at Jin Ziang, who was unconscious on the bed and foaming at the mouth. A faint smile appeared on his face, and he looked extremely confident.
"With this thing here, that person can't escape my tracking. Let's save him first."
The young man turned his right wrist and saw a small paper figure sandwiched between his fingers.
It was the little paper figure that the weird old man placed at the door. In such a hurry just now, the young man still noticed the little thing hiding behind the door, and before the little thing was about to spontaneously ignite, he picked it up between his fingers.
Then the young man walked to the bedside, took a look at Jin Ziang's eyelids, and said to the girl in a deep voice:
"He was used to search for souls. Fortunately, we arrived in time and were able to rescue him. If it had been a little longer, I'm afraid this person would really have become an idiot forever."
As he spoke, the young man stretched out his hands and pressed on Jin Ziang's left and right temples.
At this moment, he suddenly chuckled again, indescribably free and easy.
The girl next to him looked at him with eyes full of admiration and asked curiously:
"Brother, why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, I just think this person is quite lucky."
After about ten minutes, the young man removed his hands from Jin Ziang's left and right temples.
Jin Ziang woke up and turned around, looking blankly at the young man and woman standing in front of him.
The young man smiled slightly at him and said:
"Are you Jin Ziang? I have a few questions to ask you..."
Before he finished speaking, Jin Ziang rolled his eyes and fainted again.
The smile froze on the young man's face, and he opened his mouth in a daze, not understanding what was happening at all.
He was very sure that Jin Ziang's body was completely fine, so why did he faint again after he only said a word?
…
The strange old man was running quickly along the bank of the river, but he was not running by himself, but standing on a white paper horse about half a foot high.
And the running speed of the paper horse was not inferior to that of the real horse.
Although this place is already outside Huancheng City, pedestrians can still be seen occasionally by the river, but this strange old man no longer cares about covering up his whereabouts.
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among water birds.
Such a scene makes it difficult to connect a legendary creature like a dragon with it.
But the weird old man knew very well that the memories seen using the soul search technique would not lie.
His eyes flickered for a few times, and then he pointed his hand towards the lower reaches of the river, and the paper horse under his feet started running again.
It's just that this time the paper horse ran much slower than before.
And the weird old man stood on the paper horse, his eyes like a falcon scanning the river bank carefully.
After running for more than ten miles downstream, when passing by a barren rocky beach, the strange old man suddenly stopped the paper horse.
There were many broken stones and debris on the barren rocky beach.
The strange old man jumped off the paper horse and came to the broken stones. He squatted down and looked at them carefully.
He soon determined that these hard cobblestones were broken into pieces after being crushed by something heavy, and judging from the distribution of the gravel, it did not look like it had been crushed by heavy machinery or something like that.
Looking at those traces, as an experienced salesman, a picture naturally flashed in my mind:
...a creature with a slender and huge body, rolling on this rocky beach...
Of course, ordinary creatures, no matter how huge they are, are unlikely to crush these hard pebbles into pieces like this.
But what if it is an extraordinary creature?
The weird old man's expression became more serious.
He searched every pile of rubble carefully, as if he were trying to find gold from a pile of sand.
Not long after, the weird old man came to the last gravel strip.
That gravel belt is the closest to the riverside. It can be seen that it was originally a large stone. It was hit by something unknown and then shattered into fine stone chips and powder.
This is also the only gravel zone that the weird old man has not searched.
The strange old man squatted down again in front of this piece of gravel. It was already setting sun, and the sunlight was shining on this barren beach, and was dazzling by the smooth pebbles.
The strange old man just moved his palm among the stone chips, and a bright light shot out from the stone chips, which was much brighter than the sunlight emitted by the surrounding pebbles.
The strange old man was suddenly startled, and then he immediately put his entire palm into the pile of stone debris. When he took his hand back again, there was already a fist-sized, extremely round black scale on his hand.
The strange old man dragged the black scales on his palm. The dark scales shone with a faint light. Even under the sun, it could not hide its own brightness. The edges of the scales were extremely sharp but without any edges. They were extremely rounded, as if A most perfect work of art.
Looking at the black scales in his palm, the weird old man was already trembling with excitement.
If an ordinary person picked up this scale, he would probably just think it fell from some big fish.
But the person who picked it up at this time was a practitioner.
In addition to the peculiarities above, the most important thing is that the weird old man can clearly sense the spiritual power fluctuations on the black scales that have not completely dissipated.
"...Is this a dragon scale?"
"...It must be true. Apart from dragons, which are already extinct in the world, what other creature has such perfect round scales?"
"...There is really a dragon in this river..."
The strange old man muttered to himself in a daze.
Then he seemed to suddenly remember something. He raised his head and looked upstream, then turned his head to look downstream of the river. A hint of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.
"...No, maybe it's not a dragon...but a dragon walking across the river..."
The next moment, the weird old man held the black scales tightly, raised his head and laughed.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with endless greed.
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The moon and stars are sparse, and the river surges rapidly.
There are towering cliffs on both sides of the bank
On the mountain peak, Shu Guan and Han Biao were walking among these cliffs.
They walked sideways.
Because there was really no road, I could only walk at a right angle to the towering cliff face.
Shu Guan uses the wall-walking technique.
As for Han Biao, he can easily do this without using any Taoist skills, just relying on his physical ability.
Even at this time, he was still walking and practicing boxing. Every time he took a step, he would let out a low shout from his mouth, and the rocks under his feet would break into pieces and fall into the surging river.
Regarding this point, Shu Guan also admired Han Biao.
He originally thought that his cultivation was considered diligent, but compared with Uncle Han, this level of diligence was completely different from that of Uncle Han.
Han Biao was practicing almost all the time.
He doesn't need to eat or sleep. Since leaving Jingcheng, all his time has been spent on training. This rock-solid will and silent and persevering training have kept Han Biao's strength growing by leaps and bounds. Progressive status.
Shu Guan specially had a spar with Han Biao yesterday. He did not use any Taoism, but purely used physical power to fight Han Biao. Then he found that Han Biao's current strength was roughly the same as that of the dragon from Guiyuan Temple. The little monk tree is quite good.
Of course, it was the level of strength he had when he first met Longjun.
In other words, if you are an ordinary practitioner of the First Consciousness Realm, if you are approached by Han Biao, you really can't take a few punches from Han Biao.
Han Biao walked and punched, while Shu Guan dragged two suitcases, and the two of them walked higher and higher on the cliff.
It's not that they can't walk in a straight line, it's because the river under the cliff has higher waves and is constantly approaching them.
A few days after leaving Huancheng, they had already penetrated deep into Jiangzhou. The river flowed into a group of mountains, and the waterway became narrow. It was originally one of the most rapid sections of the river.
However, no matter how fast the water flows, it is impossible to reach the middle of the peaks on the left and right banks, and the water level is still rising.
What caused the current strange scene was that a dragon was stirring in the river at this time.
Since Huan Shen was canonized by the three people with strange destiny, the four-legged snake not only changed its appearance, but also gained the power to control water.
It doesn't even need to be used deliberately. Wherever it passes, the river will be affected by the power of its dragon body. Huge waves will surge into the sky and the water level will rise sharply.
Normally, Shu Guan would ask it to try its best to suppress its innate power, so as not to capsize the boats on the river.
But in this section of the river, because the river is narrow and tortuous and the water is turbulent, no ship dares to sail at night, so Shu Guan allowed the four-legged snake to indulge its talent and make waves in the water.
Flowing dragons to revive water is originally a part of walking along the river.
If you blindly suppress its nature, it will be very detrimental to the growth of the four-legged snake.
I saw that the river at this time was filled with huge waves, as if being pulled by an inexplicable force, constantly beating the peaks on both sides of the river, and the water level was also rising rapidly, like a giant dragon struggling, and the mountains on both sides of the river were The mountains are the cage that binds it.
Among the waves, there is a real dragon figure, looming.
The long and slender body, which is completely black, sometimes appears above the water and sometimes hides under the water. However, it is difficult for people to see its true appearance, but it also makes people full of daydreams.
If other people see this scene at this time, I am afraid no one will think that the four-legged snake is a snake anymore.
Shu Guan and Han Biao reached the top of a mountain, and the waves below rushed up, as if they wanted to drag them into the river.
Shu Guan knew that the four-legged snake was in a very proud mood now, even a little carried away with it.
Well, that's not good.
On the way to the river, do you still need to maintain a state of mind that is neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor impatient nor slow? It is not good to be too depressed, but it is not good to have your tail raised too high.
Shu Guan smiled slightly, put the two suitcases behind him, then bent down and put a palm into the river water that had reached his ankles.
The body of the four-legged snake rises high in the river, and the river is about to overflow the mountain peak. At this moment, the four-legged snake seems to be swimming in the sky, and it really looks like a flying dragon in the sky.
Then the four-legged snake poked its head out from a huge wave. On its huge head, which had begun to become somewhat square, was a pair of gleaming golden vertical boys. It looked towards Shu Guan and Han Biao, and then laughed. , seemed very satisfied with his prank.
But the next moment, it stopped laughing.
Because it suddenly discovered that the river water around it, which was originally controlled by its will, suddenly stopped.
And then, something happened that made it even more shocking.
Because the river water around it is leaving it one after another.
Since being sealed, the four-legged snake has had the feeling that the entire river is an extension of its body.
Regardless of whether this is its illusion, it is an indisputable fact that the river can be controlled by it at will, as if it has become a part of its body.
However, now, the rivers under its control are far away from its body.
The four-legged snake in this moment was no different from the feeling of a person suddenly having all his clothes taken off in public. He felt a strong sense of helplessness because of his nakedness.
The river that was about to overflow the mountain peak quickly receded.
And four-legged snakes don't really fly.
When the river water suddenly receded, its huge body remained stationary in the air for half a second, and then fell rapidly.
The four-legged snake struggled in the air, and its four claws seemed to be trying to grab something.
Unfortunately, it didn't catch anything and fell heavily into the river, causing a huge wave.
Shu Guan had already withdrawn his hand from the water, smiled and pulled up the levers of the two suitcases, walked on the smooth and wet cliff, and walked forward.
Just now he just performed the Huan technique.
Then he took control of the water from the four-legged snake.
In the ancient times, the Witch Clan was a tyrannical existence that was superior to almost all races. Even when the Dragon Clan was at its peak, they were nothing more than slaves in front of the Witch God who could be called around at will.
Perhaps the dragon is the king of the water tribe.
But Huan Shen is a shaman god who was born according to the Taoism of water.
In terms of the authority sequence for controlling water, they are naturally higher than the Dragon Clan.
And any Taoist technique, in Shu Guan's hands, can always show its original power.
This is the reason why Shu Guan can calm down the waves of the river and make the four-legged snake suffer greatly if he stretches out his hand.
In the next two days, the four-legged snake, who had been warned by Shu Guan, became much more honest. Although he still made waves every night, he no longer dared to be so indulgent that he wanted to overflow the river over the mountain.
In the early morning of the third day, the two of them and Jiao finally walked out of the mountains and reached this winding, narrow and fast river.
It's just that the end of the river has become narrower, and the width of the river is even less than a hundred meters.
There are two peaks facing each other across the river on the shore. The cliff faces are as straight and smooth as if they were struck by swords. And between the two peaks, there is a natural stone bridge flying in the air.
Under the barren stone bridge, there is a strange-shaped feldspar hanging. The strange stone looks like a stick or an upside-down sword.
Shu Guan stopped and stared at the two peaks from a distance, at the stone bridge between the two peaks, and at the strange-shaped feldspar under the stone bridge.
Then he said something indifferently to the four-legged snake that seemed to sense something in the river, but actually stopped suddenly.
"Stop, the Dragon-Slaying Bridge has arrived!"
