After fighting in the abyss for these years, Wei Shiqi has seen a lot of harsh mountains and harsh waters, as well as strange beasts and ferocious creatures. Most of them have strong blood energy and are huge in size. Normal methods can only scratch it. Only when the blood energy is exhausted and the body shrinks sharply can he strike with one blow. Set the course. He looked into the depths of the Fubo River and secretly held the "Zhu Xian" golden talisman in his palm. He was very careful, even if a lion or an elephant fights a rabbit, he would use all his strength. He would never be careless and underestimate the enemy.
The Fubo River rolled on both sides. A huge crocodile stepped out of the waves. It shook its head and swung its tail. It rolled its eyes, waxy-yellow like gold, and turned again, red like fire. It opened its huge mouth slightly, revealing sharp teeth like swords and cones. With a flick of the tail, the river water swirled and stirred, and the raft made a "click" sound, breaking into dozens of tumbling tree trunks, carrying it up and down, and drifted away with the waves.
Qi Ran exerted a little force with his feet and steadied the tree trunk under his feet, standing firmly in the middle of the river. His heart was relieved. It turned out to be an old and mature dragon. At best, it was similar to the Earth Dragon King. He was suddenly frightened by it. Jump! However, underestimating the enemy and being careless was not enough once in a while. To be cautious, he narrowed his eyes, ignited two balls of blood fire, and took a closer look.
This glance was not unnecessary. With his eyes focused, Qi Ran saw something strange.
The dragon has a ferocious appearance, and its scales are all black and broken. It has lived for an unknown number of years, and has grown stronger with age. Three groups of red lights flash faintly in its heart, appearing and disappearing, fast and slow, like a revolving lantern. The turnover is erratic. Qi Ran thought for a moment and suddenly understood that what made Han Shiba care so much was nothing more than blood relics. However, the dragon actually got three of them, watered them with blood, echoed each other, and refined into one, but This is unheard of and extremely valuable.
Mobilizing the blood relic consumes a lot of blood, and the gain outweighs the loss, but the magical power bred in it is considerable. Qi Ran wanted to test it out, but after a moment of hesitation, he saw Wei Shiqi waving his hand, and the tree trunks under his feet buzzed and vibrated, creating circles. Ripples and waves rushed forward to meet him, then he gave way to the side, folding his hands in front of his chest and watching from the wall.
Mo Lan also heard Qi Ran talk about this man's little hobby, collecting blood relics, collecting vegetation, insects, and snakes, collecting blood, muscles, and bones. He could only see their incomings but not their outs. He must have a plan for this ten thousand-year-old cat in the Fubo River. Long has always been peaceful, sleeping in the mud at the bottom of the water, rarely showing up to make trouble. This time he took the initiative, it is very likely that he was stimulated by something... When she thought of this, her eyes fell on Wei Shiqi's right wrist, and a string of The blood relic bracelet was in full swing and thrilling. For some reason, her heart palpitated, as if she had glimpsed some great secret.
Taolong came for Wei Shiqi.
As the surging Fubo River surged southward, it lived in the mud at the bottom of the river, sleeping for more than ten years until hunger woke it up, stretched its muscles and bones, and looked around for blood food to fill its stomach. At its age, cultivation efforts are of no avail. Preserving the remaining longevity fire is the most important thing. Everything else is dispensable. It spends its long years in deep sleep, hoping to continue sleeping peacefully. , until the end of time and the day changes.
However, this time, he didn't feel hungry in his belly. It was the three blood relics in his heart that woke him up, tumbling around like a wild horse, urging him to come out of the water to fight for something. The dragon could not hold back its curiosity and enthusiasm. Impulsively, he left the river and took the initiative to appear in the sky.
The far-reaching sky was full of clouds, and a big evil star spread blood light. On the Fubo River, under the starlight, it saw Wei Shiqi at a glance. His eyes rolled, and they changed in an instant. The blood relics that he longed for were tightly grasped. Wrapped around his right wrist. Life is too long, and it has forgotten many things, but the dragon can be sure that it has never felt such a strong temptation in its life, tempting it to rush forward regardless of everything, and swallow the opponent with all the bones. .
The thousand-year-old dragon floated on the river like a majestic hill. Wei Shiqi couldn't avoid it and hit him head-on. The tree trunk under his feet was crushed by the huge force, scattering countless thorns and sawdust. His figure suddenly Disappeared, punched the dragon on the back, golden light flashed in the palm, and the "Zhu Xian" golden talisman was ready to go.
The dragon was as motionless as a mountain, and activated the three blood relics in its heart orifices. The blood energy surged, and it used a magical power. Its huge and unparalleled body sank thousands of feet, and suddenly submerged into the Fubo River and disappeared. Wei Shiqi closed his body and struck downwards, and the power of his fist spread out into the entire river, just like an earthworm shaking a tree, only causing a slight ripple, but returning without success.
The dragon twisted its body and flicked its tail, rolling up the river water and gathering it from all directions. Although its power was great, it was lost slowly. A golden light shot up from the palm of Wei Shiqi's palm, and the "Zhu Xian" golden talisman broke through all tangible and intangible objects, and the sound was like Split the silk, escape from it, and stand firmly in the void.
The huge waves crashed down, the river overflowed the embankment, and a hundred miles around turned into a country. The dragon stepped out of the water again, staring at Wei Shiqi, deeply afraid of him. It has spent tens of thousands of years refining these three blood relics, and can control the river water. It has great magical powers. The Fubo River is its hiding place, and it is also its magic weapon to defeat the enemy. Even if the enemy has three heads and six arms, if it enters the water, it will fight with the whole body. There is no way to survive against the Fubo River. However, the opponent in front of him is no small matter. The golden light in his palm is extremely sharp, and the river is so slow that it cannot trap him.
The dragon has never left the Fubo River and escaped the disaster of the bloody battle. It has grown to such a big size with the wind and the current, and does not know the real dangers of the abyss. If you show your appearance out of the water, you cannot escape the danger of killing. As soon as they fought, Wei Shiqi knew that its magical power lies in controlling the river water. To defeat the dragon, he must first force the Fubo River back. Ordinary methods are in vain. The only way is to remove the fuel from the cauldron and destroy its roots.
Wherever the mind moves, the blood of the Ten Evil Fate Stars shines brightly, the starlight sways, and a little starlight falls from the sky, travels through time and space, crashes into the abyss, and goes straight to the Fubo River. The starlight was like a firework that burned instantly, so bright and dreamlike. The dragon's eyes were illuminated by the starlight, and he was a little distracted for a moment. The next moment, the river with a radius of thousands of feet steamed up. The Fubo River stopped flowing, exposing the mud and gravel at the bottom of the river. The dragon hung alone in the air, and its heavy body suddenly fell.
Wei Shiqi stepped out in the air, and the "Zhu Xian" golden talisman attracted the starlight. The golden light surged, turning into a huge sword that opened up the world, and slashed down with a thunderous force. The dragon was in the air, clawing and scratching with its limbs. It couldn't borrow the power of the river. In panic, it suddenly threw up its long tail to face the sword. Its blood was as strong as the tide. It just hoped to resist for a moment and gain a chance to breathe. .
The golden sword buzzed and trembled, and the blood and energy collapsed wherever it passed. It cut off the long tail silently, and the sword's power was still powerful, and it cut into the back of the dragon's neck.
A star shines through the river, a star shines directly at the vital point.
