Chen Yang's voice was heard by everyone.

In the live broadcast room, it suddenly quieted down.

The number of people online suddenly began to skyrocket.

Fu Ying walked over, took the mobile phone from the soldier's hand, squatted ten meters away, and took pictures of Chen Yang and the sky at an upward angle.

At such an angle, although Chen Yang was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his figure was so tall.

"The wind comes" with him, and after a while, the wind began to whistle in this world.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

In just a dozen seconds, it has turned into a violent wind, and the evergreen clothes on Chen Yang's body are hunting and hunting, and the wind is full of drumming.

His hair was blown away, his long hair was in the air, his sickly fair, and suddenly emaciated face, there was a rare solemnity.

His eyes were as bright as a lamp in the darkness.

The sudden wind made the audience's heartbeat start to accelerate, and they kept swallowing saliva.

Even if they just watch the live broadcast through the screen of their mobile phones, they seem to be able to feel it immersively.

The soldiers were stunned, and on the side of the temporary camp, Li Guangbo looked at the sudden strong wind, and his eyes were deeply worried.

He thought in his heart, could this be the demon Jiao's means?

"The rain is coming!"

Chen Yang opened his lips again.

Two words fell.

In the sky, rain clouds condense and shroud.

As far as the eye could see, a radius of a hundred miles was shrouded in dense dark clouds.

"Tick!"

A drop of rain fell from the sky, and time slowed down at this moment.

This drop of rain happened to hit Chen Yang's forehead.

So clear.

When this drop of rain fell, immediately after, patches of rain fell.

Storms, rains, feasts.

Thirty miles away, Ding'an County.

The people came out of their homes, opened their hands, tilted their heads, and showed happy expressions on their faces, letting the rain pour down on their bodies.

In the yard.

A doctor, looking at the mobile phone in Meng Wanli's hand and Chen Yang on the phone, was speechless in shock.

The live broadcast room really exploded.

"Say what you say, this is a real person!"

"Meet Xuanyang Zhenren!"

"The wind is coming, the rain is coming, fuck me, it's so handsome!"

"Thank you Xuanyang for praying for rain!"

The rain soaked Chen Yang's head and face.

The dry air that used to be breathed is now moist and comfortable.

Chen Yang breathed heavily, and all the cells in his body stretched, breathing hard, greedily taking.

"The rootless fountain, just put it here. ”

Chen Yang said in his heart.

Suddenly, a bubbling spring gushed out from underneath him.

Fu Ying thought it was over.

Suddenly, he saw the clear spring gushing out from under Chen Yang's body, and quickly moved his mobile phone over.

Chen Yang sat on the spring, there were more and more clear springs, and the dry river was rapidly spreading the river under the irrigation of rain and clear springs.

"It rains heavily, and the earth gushes with golden springs!"

"It's really manifested, the gods have manifested!"

The barrage has never been more crazy than ever, and the number of online users quickly exceeded 15 million.

It's still rising.

Sixteen million ......

Seventeen million ......

They saw that Chen Yang, who was originally sitting on the ground, was slowly lifted up by the clear spring and lifted into the air.

It is two meters high from the bottom of the river, and it is still rising.

The soldier had already left the bottom of the river, and he stood on the shore with Yan Hao and Fu Ying, looking at Chen Yang who was held up by Qingquan, as if he was looking at an otherworldly immortal.

In the temporary camp, Li Guangbo and many soldiers looked at this scene with shocked faces.

The few people who stayed behind were also shocked.

What a great obsession this must have to be to pray for rain and springs!

Chen Yang closed his eyes and sat firmly on the spring.

The power of faith from all over China suddenly began to skyrocket, and it was converging at a terrifying speed.

He doesn't need to be reminded by the system, he can feel it clearly.

That power, gentle, clean, full of endless possibilities.

Yamanaka.

Hyun Jin and the others, who were walking along the mountain stream, suddenly raised their heads and stretched out their hands.

"It's raining. ”

Xuan Zhen turned his head to look out of the mountain: "Xuanyang ......"

"Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden?"

"It can't be that Xuanyang prayed for rain successfully, right?"

Du Changheng frowned and said, "This rainstorm suddenly fell is not good for us. ”

Xuan Zhen held the sword and said, "Keep looking." ”

Minutes and seconds passed.

The torrential rain has no intention of stopping.

Next to a certain mountain stream, there is the corpse of a Jiao.

The corpse, which is more than fifty meters long, is less than a quarter of it at the moment.

Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and Zijiao's mouth was stained with blood, devouring Jiao's corpse.

Torrential rain washed the banks of the river, washed the blood on the ground, and merged into the mountain stream.

For a while, the water of this mountain stream turned into a blood-like color.

Suddenly.

Zijiao raised his head as if he had a feeling, and hundreds of meters away, a huge Jiao clinged to a raised stone, its scarlet tongue spit out lightly, and its eyes revealed a touch of excitement.

It's as if to say to Zijiao, "Let me find it".

In the next second, the Jiao had disappeared from the raised stone.

Feeling threatened, Zijiao dropped Jiao's corpse and writhed into the mountain stream.

Digging down to the bottom of the river, the corpse of the red dragon is here.

The red dragon is alive and alive.

Zijiao is actually raising it.

Until this moment, Zijiao rushed up and bit the red dragon's neck.

The red dragon didn't know where to get the strength, and struggled violently.

Zijiao bit hard, and the bite force was amazing.

Blood drifted above the river, and the red dragon gradually lost its resistance.

The dragon's head, detached from the neck, fell weakly on the riverbed.

The purple dragon's tongue was as hard as iron, piercing through the red dragon's skull, stirring in it, sucking its brain marrow.

Then the tongue rolled, and a pearl the size of a fist rolled out of the pierced blood hole.

Zijiao looked at this pearl, and the greed in his eyes was in full bloom.

"Hiss~"

Above the water, a voice suddenly sounded.

Zijiao immediately swallowed the pearl, its sharp hind paws passed through the dragon's head, inlaid, its mouth bit the dragon's body, and it slowly swam along the bottom of the river gracefully.

Heavy rain brought it convenience.

Such a slow swim, from the shore, is almost imperceptible.

North Peak, Vacuum and others, along the mountain stream, searched almost inch by inch.

Suddenly, Zhenjue looked at it as if he was conscious, his pupils widened, and he lost his voice: "Senior brother, over there!"

Everyone looked.

"It's the brute!"

A monk grabbed a long stick and was about to rush, but was pulled by Zhenxuan: "It's not it." ”

"What not?"

Zhen Xuan said: "It's not the Jiao we're looking for. ”

Zhen Xuan felt a chill in his heart and said, "Those two Jiao, one has brown scales on the abdomen and the other has purple scales. Look at this Jiao......"

"Black Scales..."

The monks reacted, their faces pale.

A monk said in a trembling voice: "This is... The third Jiao!"

Zhenxuan nodded: "Although I don't want to believe it, it's true." ”

The black Jiao just glanced at them, and then found a high point, seemed to be searching for something, determined the direction, and left quickly.