The dragon's head that poked up had scales and teeth, hideous, almost like the head of a real dragon.

He opened his pitch-black mouth and bit Ye Ling, looking at the difference in size between the two, just this one bite could swallow Ye Ling whole.

"Hey!"

Ye Ling reacted between the lightning and flint, his eyes widened angrily, and he also opened his mouth and roared, and the snow-white and misty Gengjin Qi mixed with the smell of blood fell into the air.

The white mist was swirling, the hundred soldiers trembled together, and countless divine weapons that were either majestic, or invincible, or cold and cold were manifested together, like a sharp snow-white torrent, pouring into the dragon's mouth under him.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The air flow broke open, the wind howled, and if these snow-white divine blades hit, I am afraid that they would be able to penetrate this huge dragon spirit head into a sieve.

"Aang!"

The dragon spirit, whose eyes were as big as a water tank, was very extraordinary, and he actually foresaw the danger in the dark, and a golden flame suddenly ignited in his mouth, blazing, dazzling, with unimaginable heat and scorching wind, making the space distorted.

This is a golden dragon flame, countless times higher than ordinary flames.

Boom!

The snow-white golden torrent collided with the golden dragon flame, and when it intersected, it made a loud earth-shattering sound, and the two completely different forces continued to resist and eliminate each other, and the light emitted was dazzling.

"Ang~"

The dragon spirit's huge head staggered and fell, black smoke billowing from its mouth, and it fell from mid-air to the water.

Some of the Gengjin weapons broke through the golden flames, burning red, like sharp soldering irons piercing into the dragon's mouth, stirring up the parts they touched.

And the gushing golden flames also shrouded Ye Ling in the sky in an instant.

"Zheng"

In the clouds of fire that covered the sky, a figure of Edgeworth pierced through and raised a path of fireworks.

Ye Ling's whole person was like molten slurry, with black-red flames all over his body, and on top of this, there was also a layer of red-gold flames, like maggots on tarsal bones, which could not be dispersed.

Shanhaishu: Fushan style.

"This fire is so fucking hot!"

Ye Ling's entire hideous face was constantly twitching, and he was suffering from unspeakable pain.

The golden dragon flame scorched the body, and it was insignificant to the body that was already lava. But Dragon Flame can also incinerate souls, causing confusion in the mind and blurring consciousness, which feels like the whole head is going to split from the inside out.

"Still coming?!"

Ye Ling's expression changed drastically, and his dull gaze looked at the boiling water below.

Countless black dragon spirits broke through the water, and a small number of dragon spirits were eating the dragon spirit, and their bodies became larger, while most of the dragon spirits directly crossed the water, raised their heads and spewed out golden flames, biting the leaf spirits in the air.

Dragons raise their heads!

A series of red gold flames are burning in the sky!

The lake evaporated, the sky suddenly brightened, the bodies as black as fog were huddled together, the dragon's heads were exposed, and the clear water surface turned into a sea of fire.

Seeing this, Ye Ling hurriedly harnessed the Snow White Immortal Sword to rise into the air to dodge the attacks of those dragon spirits.

"Snort!"

After flying more than ten meters into the sky, you can clearly feel that the air has become viscous, and the flames on your body are whirring. After continuing to fly for a few meters, it was like carrying a thing of 10,000 catties, and the bones of the whole body trembled, and it became difficult to breathe.

The closer you get to the Celestial Dome, or the Celestial Enchantment, the more pronounced this feeling becomes.

Ye Ling had to stop quickly, his face turned red, and he looked at the terrifying scene below.

The golden flames burned beneath his feet, like mushroom clouds rising into the air, but fortunately the air pressure here was high, so the flames could not burn him.

"Under the arch bridge at the end of the Chu River, how many dragons have died?"

Ye Ling's heart palpitated, and through the gaps of the fire clouds, he saw those vicious dragon spirits swimming on the surface of the water, and only dense golden dragon eyes were left in the water, and the thick black that was intertwined, and nothing else.

"For a thousand years, none of the Jiao Jiao in this mighty Chu River has successfully turned into a dragon, and it has not been able to return the same way, so it can only die under the bridge. ”

Suddenly, an ethereal voice came from afar.

"Who is it?!"

Ye Ling was shocked.

In this small underwater world of the Chu River, besides him, there are still people!

"That sword is too fierce. ”

The voice was very gloomy and hoarse, like a hacksaw cutting hardwood, which made Ye Ling's blood surge when he heard it, and he almost vomited.

Ye Ling's eyes were cold, and he discovered the source of the voice.

"A fishing boat?"

Looking into the distance, a small boat appeared in the far waters, with a bronze lantern hanging from the bow, the shape of which was simple, exuding a misty soft white light.

"Bell!"

The people on the boat took off the lantern and struck it with a black hardwood, and the sound was heard in all directions, ethereal and far away.

The voice seemed to have a magical oppressive power.

Ye Ling saw that those fierce dragon spirits on the water suddenly became frightened, and the wails rang out, and they scattered in a hurry in this sound, and fled to the depths of the water.

In an instant, the waters were clean and eerie, quiet and eerie, except for some golden flames floating on the surface of the water.

"Visitors, please come down and board the ship. ”

The boat rowed over, and the man at the bow shouted to Ye Ling.

This man was clumsy, his black cloak had been torn and dragged to the ground, and his voice was not good, like an old man, and like a sharp ghostly voice.

"Who are you?"

Ye Ling shouted and asked, he was very cautious, still floating in the air at a height of dozens of meters, at this height, the pressure of space was relatively small for him, and he could exert his full combat power.

In dangerous and strange places, you must always be cautious.

"I am the ferryman of Chu Jiang, and I will lead you to that ancient bridge. ”

The black-robed man stood at the bow of the boat, carrying a lantern, and beckoned to Ye Ling and said, "Without my leadership, the person who takes the sword will never find the bridge." ”

When Ye Ling heard this, he thought to himself that it was no wonder that he had walked for a day, and finally felt that the ancient bridge was far away in the sky, and it turned out that he needed a ferryman to lead the way.

He quickly believed the ferryman's words, because the situation was already very urgent, and the dragon spirit was eyeing him, and he was avoiding the battle with his sword.

If it weren't for the ferryman striking the lantern and making a strange sound to disperse the dragon spirit group, when his physical strength was exhausted, he would definitely have to fight to the death with those greedy and fierce dragon spirits, and if there were too many dragon spirits, he would probably die in the dragon's belly.

Edgeworth down.

Ye Ling landed on the side of the bow of the boat, his bright eyes looked at the ferryman hidden under the tattered black robe, and said in a thoughtful tone.

"Thank you for your help. ”

"It's just a duty, no need to say thanks. ”

The ferryman waved his black robe, signaling that he didn't have to be polite.

Ye Ling's pupils shrank suddenly, and he found that the hand that the ferryman exposed when he waved his sleeves turned out to be a pair of white bones, with distinct knuckles, and mottled scars on the finger bones, which were traces of the passage of time.

The slender and miserable white skeleton's palm stretched out in front of Ye Ling and spread it out.

"Young man, it's time for you to pay the fare. ”

The ferryman's voice became weird, like laughing and scolding, revealing an unkind and terrifying atmosphere.

Ye Ling's face suddenly sank!

Got on the black ship!