"Give yourself this dish, you idiot!"
Bai Ze glared at it angrily, did he really regard the dragon race as a hospitable race?
When Kang was scolded inexplicably, it did not dare to refute due to Bai Ze's prestige, and could only look at him with aggrieved eyes.
"Let's not get involved in the matters here. Let Xiao Jinwu handle it on his own. If we try to help, it will only be counterproductive."
After Bai Ze finished speaking, he turned his attention to the battlefield on the sea again.
The White Dragon was extremely powerful. Although there were many people including the Seven Lucky Gods, they could not get close to each other at all. Ebisu, the only one who got close to the White Dragon, became a kite in the sky.
At this time, he was thrown around by Bailong.
As the ceiling of combat power among the Seven Gods of Fortune, Bishamonten holds a sword and wants to fight White Dragon in close combat.
But before he even got close to the other party, he was whipped away by his tail.
Although this white dragon is huge, its body is extremely flexible and does not have the clumsiness of a savage beast.
Seeing that no one could get close, the Budai monk among the Seven Gods of Fortune took action.
I saw him throwing the bag in his hand towards the sky. The bag opened, and a suction force came from inside, trying to take the white dragon in.
"How dare you show off such a useless thing in front of this prince."
Bailong spat out a burst of cold air with disdain, instantly freezing the bag.
At the same time, the scales on his body began to emit a gleaming light, and his entire body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a hundred-foot dragon into a young and handsome young man in white robes.
He reached out and grabbed it from the void, and a spear appeared in his hand.
Bailong held the spear in his hand and made an upward movement. The seawater under him seemed to come alive, and instantly turned into a huge water dragon, roaring and rushing towards the Seven Gods of Fortune.
When Mahakala saw this, the mallet in his hand instantly became more than two meters long, and he hit the water dragon that was rushing towards him with a hammer.
"boom!"
The water dragon was smashed into water splashes all over the sky.
"careful!"
Before he could get happy, he heard an exclamation coming from his ears.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a spear entering flesh was heard.
Mahakala looked at the spear that pierced his chest in disbelief, and his consciousness gradually began to become blurred.
A layer of ice began to spread rapidly around his body along the spear.
In the blink of an eye, Mahakala turned into an ice sculpture.
Bailong drew out his spear and swiped it casually.
"boom!"
The ice sculpture broke into pieces and fell into the sea.
"Vulnerable!"
Bailong curled his lips disdainfully, then looked at the remaining six people.
"You bastard, you're looking for death!"
When Ebisu saw this, his eyes were so angry that his eyes were splitting, and the aura on his body began to rise little by little.
Not only him, but also the other five people, their auras were much stronger than before.
The Benzaiten dressed as a singer began to gently play the pipa in his arms, and waves of invisible sound continued to spread towards the surroundings.
After Bailong heard the sound of the pipa, he felt dizzy.
At this moment, another burst of music suddenly came from my ears.
It's like a girl narrating the most poignant love in the world, weeping and complaining.
Benzaiten stopped moving his hands and turned to look at the source of the sound.
However, they discovered that at some point, a young man wearing strange clothes appeared not far from them, holding a harp and playing there.
The harp was exquisite and gorgeous, as transparent as crystal, and the silk threads on it reflected the gleaming light in the sunlight.
"Hey, if you want to play the piano, let's compete."
Jiang Wenming showed a harmless smile towards Ben Caitian.
The harp in his hand is the 'Mermaid Tears' transformed by Siren, the Banshee King. If he hadn't met Benzaiten today, he would have almost forgotten this treasure.
Naturally, he couldn't compete with the other party when it came to playing the piano, but the 'Mermaid Tears' was transformed by the Siren, so he didn't need to do it at all, just a thought was enough.
Jiang Wenming has always done a good job in leaving professional matters to professionals.
After feeling Jiang Wenming's thoughts, the Siren began to play automatically, and notes flew out from the harp.
Benzaiten's face became extremely ugly when he saw this.
Because she found that her musical attainments were not as good as the other person's, and she was now completely suppressed.
The melodious sound of the piano floats on the sea, accompanied by the sound of the waves, interweaving a beautiful melody.
Whether it is the White Dragon or the Seven Gods of Good Luck, they are all attracted by the singing, and even have the urge to indulge in it forever.
"Zheng!"
Seeing this, Benzaiten suddenly played his pipa, and a killing sound sounded, instantly awakening the Seven Gods of Good Luck.
Ebisu and Fu Lushou looked at each other and immediately rushed towards Jiang Wenming.
To capture the thief first, capture the king. This principle they learned from China.
In their opinion, this weird harp is controlled by Jiang Wenming. As long as he is dealt with, this treasure will naturally stop playing.
At this time, Bai Long also recovered and looked at Jiang Wenming and the harp beside him with some annoyance.
It was simply a shame that I was so distracted by this broken piano just now.
"It's overwhelming!"
His body suddenly transformed into the shape of a giant dragon and plunged into the sea.
The next second, large whirlpools began to appear on the sea.
The sky was also shrouded in a layer of dark clouds.
"Boom!"
A bolt of lightning struck from the clouds, the sea began to boil, and huge waves hundreds of meters high set off, hitting the Seven Gods of Good Luck and Jiang Wenming directly.
"Just in time!"
When Jiang Wenming saw the huge wave approaching, not only did he not dodge, but he quickly began to set up a formation.
Golden lines formed quickly, enveloping the Seven Gods of Luck in the blink of an eye.
"Homemade formation - electric oven!"
"Snapped!"
"Baking mode!"
Jiang Wenming snapped his fingers, and the rune components in the formation changed rapidly, and the temperature on his body was infinitely amplified by the formation.
Before the entire huge wave even got close, it turned into water vapor and began to evaporate rapidly.
The Seven Gods of Fortune, who were in the formation, were now sandwiched between the two sides, with terrifying high temperatures in front of them and extremely ferocious sea water behind them.
After thinking about it again and again, everyone found out helplessly that they could not bear this terrifying high temperature.
I had no choice but to turn around and face the huge waves coming over me.
"Thunder comes!"
How could Jiang Wenming let them escape comfortably?
Quickly form tricks on your hands.
The dark clouds in the sky also saved him a lot of trouble. Just press a thunder seal and countless lightnings would fall.
Thunderbolts fell into the steam and quickly decomposed it.
"Fire sun!"
The sun's fire on his body suddenly surged, and the terrifying high temperature instantly ignited the hydrogen and oxygen in the air.
In an instant, the sky was dyed red.
Bailong, who had just emerged from the sea and was about to take action, shrank his head and returned to the sea after seeing this scene.
What a joke, such a terrifying sun fire has almost reached the level of real fire. Let alone him, even if his father comes, he has to run with his tail between his legs.
