Lao Dao, who sank to the bottom of the lake, was still very conscious, Hu Yinshan's arrogant voice passed through the water, drilled into his ears, heard it clearly, and said in his heart: "Even if you are eaten by that catfish for 10,000 years, the underground purgatory magma pool, it's not that you haven't gone down, what is this pain, you want me to kneel down to you, the devil, and beg for mercy, and wait until the heaven and earth are destroyed once." ”

The lake water has dried up half of the lake because of the extremely high heat evaporation when the Lei Yuan giant sword landed, the original depth was dozens of zhang, and now it is only shallow ten zhang less, the huge catfish, at the bottom of the water is like a black pavilion, floating reef, very huge, at this moment in the water can only belly against the silt at the bottom of the lake, crawling and stirring the silt forward, the lake water has become turbid.

Lao Dao couldn't move, submerged in the water, slowly sank, and was planted into the silt at the bottom of the lake, but fortunately, the buoyancy of the water was almost the same as that of the human body, and Lao Dao didn't have his whole head into the silt, but the soft silt on his head, and his eyes could still see the scene in the water.

Looking at the huge catfish that stirred up countless muddy silt, swimming towards him, Lao Dao couldn't help but regret his naïve idea just now, this stupid thing looks like a fish, it is simply a dragon boat that sank to the bottom of the lake, the size is so big, eating a hundred people a day, probably just full, then he has to be gnawed hundreds of times a day, every time he grows meat, he has to be eaten again.

When it was too late to regret it, Lao Dao smiled bitterly, unable to move, so he could only let the catfish drill through the soil, swim over in the turbid water, open a big black mouth, and actually swallowed Lao Dao whole into the belly of the fish.

The big catfish with a flat head like a cake, the teeth in the mouth are thin and soft, not enough to tear and grind the flesh, so it has to swallow the old way like a date, and then wait for the corrosive joke of strong acid in the stomach juice.

Lao Dao only felt that he had entered the slippery mouth, and along the black pipe, he cut into a wet and dark place, and below was a puddle of stinky juice, which smoked so much that people wanted to vomit.

Rao is old man has been getting along with the sour and sloppy taste for a long time, and he can't stand the stench of this place, if he can't move, he will definitely vomit.

In the darkness, a little cyan glimmer appeared in front of me, and it was from a bag.

"Kun Ling Bag!" Lao Dao was shocked from the bottom of his heart, could it be that this catfish also ate the Kun Ling Bag into his stomach?

Without thinking about it, the light of the Kun Spirit Bag became more and more intense, and it was a little dazzling, surrounded by the stomach of the catfish, and there were continuous dripping mucus dripping on the stomach wall, and below it were all kinds of half-digested stumps and broken arms, like a hellish scene.

Lao Dao couldn't move at all, so he had to watch the Kun Ling bag, especially the rope that tied the mouth of the bag, which surprised him very much, the rope that was originally tied to it was a little loose at the moment.

Inside that bag are thousands of ancient evil spirits, once released, it is like opening Pandora's box, and the world will be reduced to a charred earth.

Lao Dao was anxious and wanted to get up and tie up the rope, but there was no place in his body that could move, as if he was paralyzed in bed, and his heart was full of powerlessness.

In the Kun Spirit Bag, constantly writhing and struggling, from time to time there were evil spirits with terrible shapes, trying to rush out of the bag, but the rope did not fall completely, and the evil spirits were still trapped and could not break through.

Suddenly, the rope of the Kun Spirit Bag slipped down, Lao Dao had already expected the arrival of this moment, but when he saw this scene, he was still shocked, it seemed that there was going to be a catastrophe in the world, and it was inevitable!

But thousands of evil spirits roared out, and the scene of rushing out of the bag in an instant did not appear, and Lao Dao felt a little strange.

A purple ghostly light flew out of the bag, hanging in the air, looked at Lao Dao, and sneered: "Stinky old Dao, I didn't expect you and I to see each other again, but now that I have broken through the prison, and you have become a prisoner, it's really ironic, doesn't it say that good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil, so you are considered evil retribution?" hahaha......" It was the voice of the dragon that had been transformed into the Thunder Abyss Giant Sword.

The old Taoist couldn't speak, and secretly said in his heart: "It's not surprising that this dragon has recovered so quickly, one day in the mortal world is equal to hundreds of thousands of years of Kun Ling Bag, and this half an hour of being trapped in Kun Ling Bag has been living in the world for more than 10,000 years." ”

"Hmph, stinky old man, you have trapped me in this broken bag for 10,000 years, but I never expected that in these 10,000 years, I have not only recovered my original aura, but also become more powerful, the original thousands of evil spirits in it, when I entered the bag, had already killed each other, only a few dozen super powerful existences remained, and now they have all been defeated under my hands and become the things in my belly, now I am no longer Wuxia Ameng, I can't imagine a blessing in disguise, and now you have fallen into my hands, hahaha!" Jiaolong couldn't stop laughing, extremely proud.

"I forgot that the evil spirits are locked in one place, and they will fight and swallow each other, and now only this one stupid thing flies out, and the other thousands of evil spirits have all disappeared, and the world is spared a great catastrophe, although this guy is only for his own selfish interests, but after all, it is beneficial to the world, and he has accumulated yin virtue. Lao Dao thought silently.

"Stinky old man, even if you kowtow and beg for mercy now, you won't give me a chance to be a contractor again, I must kill you and repay the suffering of this 10,000-year prisoner!" Jiaolong roared out of the long-suppressed pain.

The purple light was sheng, and with a shocking thunderclap, the light drowned everything, devoured the old way, and also ate the catfish, and all the creatures in the lake disappeared.

A wave of water burst out from under the surface of the lake, and there was a raging purple light in the waves, and then disappeared again, and the lake was calm again.

Jiaolong used the flesh and blood of the catfish to restore his form, and the last trace of the aura of the old Dao was absorbed by him, and all the flesh and blood were also integrated into the new body, and it was sure that the old Dao had been destroyed.

After all, Jiaolong is not an old man, and he is not willing to do the benevolence of a soft-hearted woman, so he must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, even if the old Tao leaves a trace of aura, it will make it difficult to sleep.

When he died, the catfish couldn't imagine that he would burst his body because of greed, and he would die in an instant, and the flesh and blood would be reassembled into the body of the dragon, but he would survive in another way.

Jiaolong swims in the lake, hearty, this is the feeling of freedom, the small Qiankun in the Kun spirit bag, is just a desert-like prison, in addition to the slaughter and killing of all kinds of evil spirits, there is no food, there is no grass and trees, everything is so unreal, only all kinds of wandering evil spirits in the dark.

Fortunately, the treacherous Jiaolong finally defeated all kinds of powerful evil spirits in a series of vertical and horizontal combinations, and finally seized the fruits of victory, becoming the only existence, absorbing the aura of all evil spirits.

Just when the dragon was proud, it suddenly felt a thorn in its mouth, and it spit out the thorn, which turned out to be a rusty iron bone spur, and spit into the mud casually, and didn't care.