Listening to Yang Ning's words, the thousand-year-old dragon hidden in the huge waves seemed a little angry.
Not only did the huge waves that came like a mountain have no tendency to subside, but they became more ferocious, covering the sky and the sun!
The water surface of the Yi River is wide, hundreds of meters long, but even so, it would not have been able to overturn such a storm if not for the thousand-year-old dragon!
Just look at the height of the huge wave, like a tsunami!
Seeing this, among the two small figures who were like droplets in the ocean in front of the huge waves, Yang Ning smiled and said: "I have met many people who are better than you, but in my opinion, they are not as good as you, because... ..”
"They don't have the courage like you."
The violent storm fell from Yang Ning's head. Yang Ning raised his hand and flicked the raindrops——
Tick tock!
A raindrop broke instantly and flew away towards the oncoming waves.
Boom!
The sound of the waves is like thunder!
The huge waves that covered the sky and swept towards Yang Ning suddenly changed!
The huge wave that originally hit Yang Ning stopped for a moment as if time had stopped!
This process is very short, maybe one second, maybe two seconds!
Then, the huge wave seemed to be bent by a pair of invisible hands falling from the sky!
Suddenly he hit back in the direction he came from!
The huge wave was forced to reverse its direction, and instead it covered the thousand-year-old dragon hidden behind the huge wave!
A huge wave fell into the river, causing turbulent water to splash in all directions, but the huge wave did not disappear!
Instead, he brought the dark purple thousand-year-old dragon and smashed it towards the river bed under the Yihe River!
Boom!
Another sound like muffled thunder came from under the river. This time, the entire east and west mountains of Longmen were shaking violently!
The old monk Wuya beside Yang Ning hurriedly stepped on the reed leaves under his feet and shouted: "Yuankong Temple, steady the mountain!"
A Buddhist light suddenly lit up in a temple on the east mountain of Longmen, and the two mountains of Longmen, which were shaking violently, gradually stabilized.
Old monk Wuya turned his head to look at Yang Ning, and said very carefully and thoughtfully: "Um, can you, can you make a little noise?"
Yang Ning has always been very talkative. He nodded and said, "Okay, I did not think carefully just now. I will pay attention next time."
"But, will this thousand-year-old dragon be driven to the bottom of the river by me and not dare to come out again?"
"Will not!"
The old monk looked at the undulating river in front of him and said, "I have been in Longmen for so many years, and I know the temperament of this thousand-year-old dragon best!"
"The only pursuit of this thousand-year-old dragon is to transform into a dragon! But it cannot cultivate on its own, so it can only rely on external help."
"If it could do it on its own, it should have transformed into a dragon and ascended five hundred years ago. Now, after waiting for more than five hundred years, it finally met you who could transform it into a dragon. However, you stopped it from thinking about transforming into a dragon. It’s almost like killing it.”
"Now you are that beast's only thought. It will never let go of this only opportunity to transform into a dragon in its life!"
Just as the old monk finished speaking, the river in front of the two people once again formed huge waves!
The thousand-year-old dragon that Yang Ning had just smashed into the river bed with river water has made a comeback!
The Thousand-Year Dragon has a perseverance, but Yang Ning doesn't want to play with it.
With a sigh, Yang Ning said gently: "I understand, this is still a dream chasing dragon, but it is a pity that it really has no chance of transforming into a dragon."
Looking at the huge waves that were about to rise again on the river, Yang Ning slowly raised his hand, "Jiaojiao, I've given you a chance. This is your own choice. You can't blame me."
"I'd better send you away. Please don't worry, it won't hurt."
After saying that, just like before, Yang Ning once again stretched out her hand to flick the falling raindrop in front of her!
Buzz!
This time, the raindrops that were bounced did not break, but disappeared out of thin air!
After that, Yang Ning waved casually!
when!
In Zhongzhou Lingwa's shop, the bronze dagger above Yang Ning's desk trembled suddenly, and a drop of crystal water appeared on it!
The water droplets slid down along the sword's blade. When they fell from the sword's edge, the originally transparent water droplets had turned into dark purple.
That is the color of the thousand-year-old dragon's blood.
Luocheng Longmen, on the Yihe River, just at the moment when the bronze dagger in Zhongzhou Lingwa's shop was shaking, in front of Yang Ning, the huge wave that had surged up again was suddenly cut in the middle!
The surging water wave was like a fragile piece of paper. It lost its kinetic energy and fell straight down like a landslide!
"Roar!!"
The extremely ferocious dragon roar came from below the river. Listening to the roar, Yang Ning said to himself: "Well, the sound is so powerful, it seems that you really don't feel the pain."
In front of him, the river water that had just been cut off fell heavily, and then a waterfall rose into the sky, with a ferocious and huge dragon head in it!
The dragon head roared at Yang Ning, his voice full of unwillingness and anger!
But Yang Ning just smiled and said two words: "Go well."
The moment the dragon head appeared, the tourists who were evacuating on both sides of Luo City screamed in surprise!
"There is a dragon, there is a dragon!"
"It's really a dragon, I saw it!"
"Dragon King bless you! I offer incense to you every year. I am your loyal believer! Please bless me and I will definitely get rich this year!"
A small group of tourists took the lead and knelt on the ground to kowtow to the dragon head that suddenly burst out of the water to pray for blessings.
When other tourists saw it, they felt like they would be at a loss if they didn't pray, so they followed suit and prayed to the dragon head!
However, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Stop worshiping! Didn't you see that it was a dead dragon head that had been chopped off?!"
This roar made many tourists look carefully at the flying dragon head!
I saw that among the waterfalls rising into the sky, I couldn't actually see the body of the dragon!
In other words, it was indeed just a severed dragon head!
Who can cut off the dragon's head?
For a time, the eyes of countless tourists fell on the figure in white on the river!
Some tourists who were live streaming or taking photos and videos hurriedly checked their own videos, and they found that——
Before the dragon's head flew up, the figure in white standing on the bamboo raft waved his hand at the huge wave in front of him, and cut off the overwhelming giant wave out of thin air!
And just after cutting off the huge waves, there was the dragon head rising into the sky!
Cutting waves and cutting dragons were just done casually by that independent figure in white!
For a moment, everyone looked at Yang Ning on the river as if they were looking at a god in the sky!
"My, my God! Is this a god descending to earth?!"
"It's the little brother who looked very polite and kind just sitting on the bamboo raft!"
"Bless me, little fairy! I offer incense to you every year. I am your loyal believer! Please bless me and I will definitely get rich this year!"
...
At this moment, if there is anyone who is most afraid, it must be the old monk Wuya next to Yang Ning.
The old monk looked at the dragon head that flew into the sky and then fell down, and said foolishly: "Just, just, just, just kill it?"
Yang Ning glanced at him, yawned and asked, "What else?"
The old monk stared at Yang Ning's hands for a long time and asked, "Where is your sword?"
Yang Ning: "In Zhongzhou."
Old monk: "Is this, so far?"
Yang Ning: "Is it far? Master Wuya, do you have any misunderstanding about Yuan?"
Old monk: "..."
Wow!
The dragon's head fell, and a wave of water pushed the dragon's head in front of Yang Ning very intelligently.
Looking at the waves, Yang Ning leaned down and placed his hands on the river.
A big fish swam forward, exposed its head and gently touched Yang Ning's palm.
Judging from the appearance, it was the fish that Yang Ning had grilled and eaten before.
Yang Ning stroked the big fish three times. Every time he stroked it, the fish's body became more golden.
He smiled and said: "Okay, from now on you will be the Dragon King of this river."
"Remember, you must protect the common people."
Wow!
The water splashed, and the big golden fish shook its tail towards Yang Ning.
The big fish in the river at this time is naturally not a real fish, but just a fish soul.
But those three strokes from Yang Ning made this fish soul become a veritable dragon king in the river.
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