The bright moon hangs high, the clouds disappear and the rain falls.
The Great City God pushed away the clouds and rain with one palm of his great supernatural power, and the whole of Gusu fell under the bright moon. The clouds flew away in all directions, and there was no longer any haze.
The moonlight shines in the void, passes through a narrow corridor, and falls at the bottom of the dank well.
Down the well, a thin middle-aged man wearing a hundred-scale clothing looked up alertly, and then relaxed slightly after realizing that the sky had changed.
"Master, this is a good sign." the middle-aged man said.
The dim light of the moon revealed the person hidden in the darkness. He was white-robed, white-crowned, and white-faced. He was none other than the White Elephant Dragon. He asked: "Why is it a good omen?"
The middle-aged man said: "The clouds follow the dragon, and the wind follows the tiger. If we take away the true dragon's bloodline today, the wind and rain will not go away. No one knows whether it was born from the true dragon's atmosphere. Now that the clouds and rain have gone, the true dragon's atmosphere will not arise. It can be seen that it is God's blessing." Big boss."
"Hahahahaha." The white elephant dragon laughed, with flames dancing in his eyes, showing a look of desire and greed, and said: "Become a real dragon today!"
Awakened by his laughter, at the bottom of the dark well, a pair of huge eyes suddenly opened, and then there was a violent struggle, accompanied by the sound of chains pulling, the sound of mud rolling, and finally the real dragon was shocked and angry. Voice: "How brave! You bitch, what on earth did you do to me!"
Bai Xianglong's expression gradually faded away, leaving only cold venom. His voice was like a squirming snake in the dark bottom of the well: "Your Highness, you are awake."
Du Heng's pair of dragon eyes swept in all directions, clearly seeing the situation he was in.
This is an abandoned well, the walls of which are covered with moss. A huge space was opened underground and filled with foul-smelling mud.
More than a dozen fine iron chains cast evil spells, locking his body tightly. Twelve dark pillars stood in the mud, carrying the solemn smell of blood.
Du Heng struggled again, but was unable to exert any strength at all. He shouted sharply: "White Elephant Dragon! What on earth do you want to do by locking me here!"
The white elephant dragon caressed the dark pillar at his hand and said: "Your Highness knows that I admire the true dragon and want to transform into a dragon and become an immortal in the body of a snake and panther. But I have always been unlucky. After all the hardships, I only turned into a dragon."
"Later, I received the guidance of Three Thousand Years Old and went to search for and suppress the evil dragon under the Turtle Mountain, hoping to use the dragon beads to achieve enlightenment. Unfortunately, the damned Jinting Immortal snatched the food from the tiger's mouth and subdued the black dragon, making my plan in vain."
Du Heng mocked without hesitation: "You want to surrender the black dragon? Do you have the guts to speak nonsense in front of him?"
Bai Xianglong did not feel ashamed, but nodded and said: "I am indeed no match for him. If Jinting Daxian hadn't stepped in, I would have spent hundreds of years to kill the ferocity of that evil dragon, and then try to get the dragon ball." Cultivation. But God never cuts off the road for man. After this road was cut off, I got to know His Highness again."
"His Highness gave me dragon energy of essence and blood. Although it is not as useful as the dragon beads, as I practice slowly, I will have a chance to become a dragon. I even tried to condense the prototype of the dragon beads, and I am one step closer to becoming a true dragon."
Du Heng said angrily: "I treat you badly, how can you repay me?"
Bai Xianglong laughed and said: "I know very well what your Highness thinks of me. I'm just a bitch, a slave. I can come and go when I call you, right?"
Du Heng sneered: "Aren't you?"
The white elephant dragon roared: "Of course I am not, I am a dragon! I am a dragon!"
Du Heng just looked at him coldly, and his face twitched, but he quickly calmed down.
Bai Xianglong said: "It's useless to say anything now. I'm injured, the dragon beads that condensed the foundation of the true dragon are destroyed, and I can no longer cultivate to become a true dragon. Unless..."
His eyes fell on Du Heng, and Du Heng felt a chill running through his body and said, "You dare to take my idea? My father is the Taihu Dragon God, aren't you afraid of the revenge of my Taihu Aquatic Tribe!"
Bai Xianglong looked at Du Heng's serious expression and said, "Your Highness, I have been preparing for this day for a long time, but I have been thinking about whether to use it or not."
"Look at this well, it's not connected to the sky, it's not connected to the earth, and it's not connected to the water source. This silt is extremely filthy, has an unbearable stench, and blocks out the dragon's energy."
"This Blood Formation, with its branches connected by the same energy, is extremely strong and yet sharp against the weak."
"His Royal Highness sneaks out of the palace from time to time. Even if he disappears, the palace people are used to it. By the time my father finds out, I have already flown away and am no longer in Gusu."
The white elephant dragon's eyes flashed with ferocious light, and the middle-aged man wearing a hundred-scale clothing said: "Why bother with him, the master? If you delay for one moment, there will be more variables."
Bai Xianglong closed his eyes and turned his head sideways, saying, "Let's do it."
The middle-aged man suddenly slapped his palm on the black pillar. In an instant, the blood-colored light fell on Du Heng like a tarsal gangrene and continued to penetrate into his body.
"True dragons share blood and share the same spirit. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. Hahahahaha, start the formation!" The man chanted a witchcraft, and twelve red lights suddenly emitted.
Du Heng struggled hard, and the dragon power came out of his body, but was suppressed by the red light.
The man took out a blood-stained bone knife and slashed it from Duheng's jaw to his throat. The dragon's blood surged out and was quickly swallowed up by the surging mud.
"The boss!"
The White Elephant Dragon stretched out its sharp claws without hesitation and also tore open its lower jaw.
The blood light connected the white elephant dragon and Du Heng. Through the blood light, Du Heng's dragon energy continued to flow to the white elephant dragon, making his face glow with red light.
"Come! Come again!" The white elephant dragon greedily enjoyed the powerful feeling brought by the dragon energy filling its body.
Bai Xianglong was seriously injured and his foundation was damaged. He was far inferior to Du Heng. The Blood Formation made the two of them connected with each other, making up for the weak when they were strong. Soon, a little spiritual light emerged from the wound under Du Heng's jaw.
It is a perfect and dazzling dragon ball, a condensed substance of the real dragon's energy, spirit, and magic.
The joy on Bai Xianglong's face became heavier and heavier, but Du Heng became extremely frightened. His breath continued to weaken, but he was completely unable to resist. A sense of detachment controlled him, making him feel that everything about him was dissipating.
"No!"
Du Heng struggled hard, but it only intensified the pain of having his jaw cut open.
He stared at the white elephant dragon with resentment and at the middle-aged man who cast a spell on him.
He dissected a dragon with his own hands to get the pearl, and cut a real dragon under his knife, which made the middle-aged man who cast the spell tremble all over. Du Heng's hateful gaze made him tremble slightly, but he said: "You don't have to look at me. I know that there will be a curse when a real dragon dies tragically. But I am wearing a hundred-scale clothing, and your death curse can't hurt me."
The dragon ball gradually came out of Du Heng's body. He roughly knew that the blood-fighting array could not deprive him of his life, but could only take away his dragon energy and dragon ball. But Bai Xianglong got the dragon ball, which was the moment his life ended.
At this time, he suddenly felt boundless regret.
He regretted not cultivating well, regretted being friends with gangsters, regretted that he had not taken any of the countless opportunities in front of him.
His huge eyes gradually lost their sparkle, and he looked at the faint moonlight coming in from the bottom of the deep well. For some reason, he remembered the way the Immortal Jinting beat him when he was studying Taoism in Shenjing Palace.
The moon was shining brightly at that time, and it was not as cold as today.
(End of chapter)
