The little loach loosened its grip on the fins.
Jiaolong, who was full of energy just now, was lying there softly, not wanting to move.
"let's go!"
Qiu Ping hugged the pot and walked forward without looking back.
All the water gods nearby were terrified. Such a huge dragon was caught in the hands of a small loach and swung around. This shocked their world view.
Seeing Qiu Ping approaching, they subconsciously moved out of the way.
Qiu Ping led a group of water gods from Changning County to wander around the edge of the Canglang River.
Now, on the river surface, many water gods are already fighting together.
Some fight alone, some gather with friends, and from time to time you can see some water gods being beaten back to their original form, throwing down their clay pots and running away in despair.
The fighting was fierce.
Qiu Ping was dumbfounded. It was the first time for him to see such a large-scale fight between gods. Various magical powers were flying in the sky, which was quite exciting.
He suddenly understood why He Bo asked him to bring such people here. They were waiting here!
This reminded him inexplicably of the fighting between villages for water for irrigation.
I didn’t expect that gods also play this way.
But Little Loach has always been kind to others, so why would he get into fights? Of course, he quickly ran away with his men.
Among the countless water gods, the strength of each party can basically be judged based on the size of their respective pots. The larger the pot, the higher the status of the river god behind it.
However, high strength does not mean that you can win in a fight. Qiu Ping has seen several gods holding large clay pots being beaten to the point of losing their armor and armor by the joint efforts of several forces, and they were eventually forced to flee.
chaos! The scene was extremely chaotic.
There are no rules at all in fighting for water here. As long as you can win, no one will care about you even if you attack and play dirty tricks.
Don’t be afraid of enmity. The gods have their own jurisdictions.
Each one of them can borrow the power of mountains and rivers in their own territory, and they are powerful. But when you go to someone else's place, you can only let others manipulate you, and no one dares to seek revenge rashly.
Only in this situation, the water gods everywhere have no authority to rely on, and the fight depends on their own cultivation level.
If the fight for water fails, we can only walk five to six hundred miles westward along the Canglang River to get water from the source of the river mouth.
Going back and forth this time is really tiring.
The fighting between gods is extremely fast. Basically, if you are in a higher realm, your strength will be much higher.
Many people who lacked strength were the first to be eliminated, leaving a lot of space on the river.
Among the many remaining gods, the most eye-catching one is a young man in white who looks young, only twelve or thirteen years old.
There are white jade-like scales on its forehead, and it looks like some kind of snake transformed into a human.
He should be following the path of demon-immortal transformation, eventually losing his beastly aura and entering the Heavenly Palace as a pure spirit.
As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation.
Following the path of demons and immortals is a very expensive activity. Both the methods of practice and the resource requirements are far higher than those of the path of demons and beasts.
However, if these are not lacking, the prospects of the Demon Immortal Way are still relatively broad.
Just like the young man in front of him, there was clear light flowing on his white clothes. His seven flying swords flew up and down, passing countless sword lights in the void. He fought with many gods at the same time, and he actually gained the upper hand.
"Hey, why do these swords look so familiar?"
Qiu Ping looked at the clear sword light and suddenly remembered that there was a set of [Seven Swords of the Coiled Snake] in the corner of his scale space, which he got from the city god's niece last time. [See Chapter 41 for details]
Because I have never used it, it has been sitting in a corner for a long time.
This young man must not be related to Cheng Huang's niece.
These connections are so enviable.
Just as Qiu Ping was thinking wildly, the young envoy's sword energy suddenly withdrew and turned into a single force, sweeping across in front of him.
The gods in front of him did not dare to confront him head-on, so they had to retreat one after another.
But the young man gained the upper hand and showed no mercy. The sword light bloomed again and he chased after him.
His opponent had no intention of fighting anymore and could only run away with his head in his hands.
The young man raised his sword, and the clay pots of these gods fell into his hands.
At this time, in addition to the giant clay pot, there were two large clay pots and five small clay pots beside the young man.
The total amount of water inside can probably fill ten Fu Rivers.
Is there a drought in your home? Grab so much water at once!
Qiu Ping secretly despised the other party.
Qiu Ping sighed in his heart, and then he hugged the jar and prepared to leave.
"Qiang."
Accompanied by a soft chant of sword energy, a sword turned in the void and turned into a ray of light, falling in front of Qiu Ping.
The sword's edge was sharp and emitted a faint cold light.
"Whoosh."
The hovering sword turned slightly and stabbed Qiu Ping's fin holding the jar.
If Qiu Ping didn't let go, a big hole would have been stabbed into the fish's fin.
Qiu Ping's figure swayed slightly, and he dodged the attack like a shadow.
"Why?" Qiu Ping raised his head and looked at the boy in white in the distance.
You already have so much water, why are you still trying to grab my water?
Naturally, the young man was too lazy to answer him. His sword vibrated slightly and he chased Qiu Ping like a shadow.
The beard on Qiu Ping's lips trembled slightly, and his body swayed one after another. Although the sword kept flying close to his body, it was always an inch away from actually touching him.
Seeing how slippery this little loach was, the young man's eyes narrowed, and the remaining six swords turned into clear light and escaped in an instant. Together with the previous swords, they were arranged at seven points and attacked Qiu Ping.
Although the young man looked young, his swordsmanship was really proficient. Under his command, the seven sword energies were like seven flying light dragons, sealing Qiu Ping's surroundings tightly.
Qiu Ping was a little bored by the man's nagging attacks, so he loosened his fins and dropped the clay pot in his hand.
With a soft chant of the sword, the pottery pot was lifted out, drew an arc in mid-air, and fell into the young man's hands.
There was a trace of pride on the young man's lips.
However, just as he was about to put down the jar, a black shadow suddenly appeared not far from him.
The young man reacted quickly and placed seven swords in front of him for protection.
"when!"
With a sharp sound of metal collision, Qiu Ping's fins formed into fists, and with the impact of flying over, they hit the sword hard.
The treasure that had been tempered for thousands of years actually bent inwards.
The surging impact turned into a strong wind, blowing the young man's clothes and hair flying in all directions.
The young man's pupils dilated slightly. Although he saw the scene of this little loach beating the green-faced dragon, only by experiencing it himself could he know how terrifying this loach's power was.
How could Loach be so powerful?
Not only is this unscientific, it is simply not fantasy!
I’m updating again at this strange time
(End of chapter)
