After a while, Su Xing retreated, and the stiff old man stepped forward again.
Jiang Yu cast a curious look at Su Xing and asked:
"Brother Su, are you also practicing qi and blood techniques?"
Su Xing nodded, noncommittal.
On the other side, the four monks from the Dragon Temple looked serious.
At this time, the gap between the two dragon species was only about half a foot, and the height of the waterfall had reached 500 meters.
With only the last 100 meters left before the last critical 600 meters, the competition between the two sides has reached a fever pitch.
The monks of the Dragon Temple naturally also know the importance of the six hundred meters, but if they drag on like this, they will be surpassed sooner or later.
"No more hesitation." He Yang, who was in the first place and had not spoken before, spoke up. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his words were quite imposing.
Hearing these words, even Chen Duan, who was taking the pressure in the first place, slowly opened his eyes. This caused their dragon species' speed to drop by a few points, and at the same time, the gap with Su Xing and others narrowed again.
But no one said anything about him.
"Once the secret method of qi and blood is used, there is almost no possibility of making any progress in the future." Jiang An looked gloomy and uncertain.
"So we must win!" He Yang glanced at everyone and said in a sharp tone:
"Only by climbing six hundred meters first and snatching their blood machine, we will be more likely to condense the shadow of the real dragon like Sun Wulu.
Only by condensing the phantom of the true dragon and becoming a Taoist as the 'Lord of the Dragon Lake' can the damage to the Tao foundation be completely compensated and even be defeated. "
Liu Zhilan and Jiang An both looked gloomy and hesitant, but Chen Duan finally spoke:
"We have no choice, right? If we hesitate any longer, we will be overtaken soon."
"Once we are overtaken, we will be the ones swallowed up." He said every word, and every word was like a sledgehammer hitting everyone's hearts:
"We stand to lose everything."
"Damn it." Jiang An cursed harshly.
However, Chen Duan's words reminded them that if they don't make a decision, there will really be nothing.
Just when they had just made up their minds, Liu Zhilan suddenly looked at the sky in the distance in surprise, with an unbelievable look on her delicate face:
"Then...what is that?!"
Many people felt something was wrong at this moment and raised their heads to look towards the horizon, including Su Xing and others.
Even the speed of the dragons on the waterfall dropped a few points, and no one cared about them at this time.
On the horizon, I don't know when large dark clouds have accumulated, like layers of thick ink splashed on white paper, layer upon layer. In the clouds, streaks of strange red lightning flashed, and at a glance, the clouds covering the entire sky were reflected in scarlet, like the bloody heart of a giant that had been cut open.
This red and black cloud came from the west, and from the east, there was also a thick dark cloud sweeping over the sky. The bloody smell coming from the west was immediately neutralized by the thick rain vapor. At this moment, the sky was mostly dark, like an airtight night, making people breathless.
"boom!!"
Just like the first bell that woke up this turbid world, a white thunder split the world and filled everyone's field of vision. Then a pattering of autumn rain began to fall, which became heavier and heavier. Only then did many people open their mouths and breathe again.
Two rain clouds, one scarlet and one black, came from the west. A thick stream of water and majestic thunder flew from the east. The originally boundless sky was squeezed into only the last slender white seam.
"That's..." Many people were stunned, with the hair on their bodies standing on end.
The white thunder just fell, and there was a startling glimpse. In the thick clouds to the east, a long and winding figure with majestic horns and red scales reflects the power of thunder, swimming sacredly and majestically in the thunder pool.
On the viewing platform, there was a waiter shivering all over, slowly kneeling down and prostrating himself on the ground. The first person to kneel down was like a signal, and gradually almost all the people in water-waiting uniforms humbly prostrated themselves on the ground.
They sang in unison, as if reciting some ancient prayer:
"Greetings to the Master of Shuifu Palace, Guangren Tongze Sanjiang Dragon King!!"
...
Pinjiang City.
"Jiang Chang, where is Jiang Chang?" Mr. Jiang opened his squinted eyes, like a confused old man.
"The formation has been activated, but we can't let him cause trouble." The person who answered him was not Jiang Chang who had just been sent out, but Jiang Mingyi who walked in without any servants to inform him.
As a direct descendant of Lu Ke. He is also the actual controller of Pinjiang City today.
The old man didn't ask again about Jiang Chang, nor how he got in. Years of political struggle made him feel a storm coming. He was silent for a while and said:
"You guys, what are you going to do..."
Jiang Mingyi did not answer the question, looking normal, like a friend who was just a visitor.
He walked to the window and opened it. Unexpectedly, a light autumn rain began to fall again. He turned around and looked at Mr. Jiang and said:
"Mr. Jiang is highly respected. Lu Miao Zhu once said that Mr. Jiang is knowledgeable and has the deepest research on sacrifice. I wonder if Mr. Jiang still recognizes those words."
In the distance, the red dragon flag fluttering in the wind can be vaguely seen. The red dragon flag has three poles, two of which are lower, one red and one black.
The pole in the middle is the tallest, hanging a red flag, and stretches like a forest in the city.
At this time, Mr. Jiang seemed like an ordinary old man. He stood up tremblingly, walked to the window, looked at it for a while, and said:
"How could I not know? I criticized you for your nonsense in the past. Dragon God sacrifices are all about sacrificing to the traditional Dragon God. In recent years, there have been some voices from the younger generation. They should also sacrifice to the real dragon of the current Shui Mansion."
"But only your lineage, only Lu Ke, only sacrifices to the Dragon Girl."
After a while of silence, he added:
"It's been like this since sixty years ago."
"I thought Mr. Jiang had forgotten it?" Jiang Mingyi looked out the window, as if talking about the title embroidered on the flag, or what happened sixty years ago.
"How could you forget?" Mr. Jiang sighed, "The Jiashen Rebellion, so many people died and so many families were destroyed. It was only your generation that grew up that supported this Dragon Temple."
"But how can we not forget it?" His voice gradually became fierce and high-pitched, as if apologies, guilt and other sad emotions had been swallowed up in the previous silence and lowness:
"So what if we don't forget? It's the one who caused the Jiashen Rebellion! He's the one we should believe in now, he's the... Dragon God of this generation!!
Pinggong prevented the Jiashen Rebellion, delayed this belief for sixty years, and raised you, a group of crazy believers, but so what?
Sooner or later, this Dragon Temple will have a Dragon God as its lord!
And there is only one true dragon in Pinjiang! ! "
Jiang Mingyi looked at him with deep eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face. Then there was wild laughter, belly laughter, tears of laughter, and the majesty and calmness of the past disappeared at this moment.
Mr. Jiang just looked at him coldly and laughed wildly, until he finally wiped away his tears and stopped, hearing him say:
"Pinjiang will give birth to the second true dragon."
