Wuxia is beautiful and deep, and it is famous for its handsomeness. It has long gorges and deep valleys, abrupt peaks, layers of mountains and mountains, clouds and mist, twists and turns of the river, hundreds of turns and thousands of times, the boat travels in the meantime, it is like entering a wonderful gallery, full of poetry and picturesqueness.

"Wanfeng is majestic and a river, and the key is magnificent" is a true portrayal of it. On both sides of the gorge river, the green mountains are continuous, the peaks are like a screen, the boat travels in the gorge, sometimes the mountains are current, and the stone plug is doubtful; Suddenly, the peaks and loops turn, and the clouds open a different sky, like a gallery with twists and turns. The peaks on both sides of Wuxia have their own characteristics.

There is a poem that says: The Wuxia of the Three Gorges of Badong is long, and the ape screams three times and tears are stained.

The old farmer took Yang Fan and landed on Wangxia Peak, so he sat down and did not speak, but meditated to breathe his breath. After half a ring, he opened his eyes and said, "Later, I will try to communicate with heaven and earth in the rivers and mountains, please God." This is something that few people in the innate realm will try. The monks of the first realm are not qualified to invite the gods at all, and the people in the middle realm are reluctant, but they are reluctant to even invite the gods with things, let alone use the body to communicate with the heavens and the earth. Only those who have stepped into the innate upper realm can have the opportunity to try it. I have had this idea for a long time, which is the so-called Heavenly Realm, and it is very likely that it is what you achieved that night, to invite the gods with your body and possess the gods into your body. It's just that you did the first step, and because the body is not strong enough, the second step fails. ”

"Otherwise, I'm in the Heavenly Realm?"

The old farmer shook his head and nodded again. Stand up. Even if Tongtian Realm is like this, it is not something that Yang Fan can think about now, so the old farmer didn't explain anything to him too much.

Wu Canyon is deep and narrow, the sunshine is short, and the humidity in the gorge is not dissipated. It is easy to become clouds and fog, and the clouds and fog are in various forms. Under the moon. Hazy, the old farmer was in the middle of it. You can't see the real and the false. This time, Yang Fan's eggs hurt even more, does this still make him open his eyes to watch?

He looked at Jiangzhong, he couldn't see anything, the pupils in his eyes slowly lit up, and he looked around. Finally, I saw the old farmer standing on the river, and there seemed to be nothing unusual. He was tired of staring at Yang Fan all the time, so he extinguished the flame and leaned on a boulder. Look at this beautiful foggy scene.

The fog slowly thickened. Even three or four feet in front of me, I can't see the reality clearly. Helpless, Yang Fan had to take a look at the old farmer every other stick of incense, if he found any abnormal movement, he couldn't jump down casually, this is a few hundred meters of high ground, and he doesn't have the ability to volley, so he can only rely on shouting.

"This fog ......," Yang Fan suddenly looked at the surrounding movements vigilantly. A bad premonition jumped in my heart. The fog is even bigger. His eyes were already burning.

What about the old peasants? After just such a while, Yang Fan didn't expect the old farmer to disappear. He didn't know why the old farmer had just disappeared.

He searched the old peasant around, but he never saw it. What exactly is being hidden?

The murmur of the river was still the only source of sound in the fog.

Click, click!

The sound of chains is different from the sound of flowing water, which makes Yang Fan stunned. Gazing around, there didn't seem to be any movement. But the sound of the chain was even closer.

"Don't panic."

"Who?"

Yang Fan turned around in horror. Dark breathed a sigh of relief, "Senior, it's so elusive, don't you know, people are scary and scared to death?" ”

Click!

There was a crisp sound, and Yang Fan was stunned behind him, "What sound, senior, did you hear it?" ”

The sound of chains is closer.

Belch......

The fog faded a little.

The water is surging, and a towering mountain peak stands above the river, getting higher and higher. The chains were as thick as a baby's arms and wrapped around the peaks of the mountains. The green mountains are towering, and the chains tremble, and the side of the mountain trembles. A heavy fog shrouded the surface of the river that was already visible at the bottom of the feet at this moment. Xia Moshu pointed ahead, and Yang Fan turned around.

"Don't panic."

This is the second time that the book says don't panic.

"Roar!"

A dragon's groan rang out through the sky. The chains on the mountain peaks began to tremble violently. The surface of the river turned up and the waves were shocking, and the sound of the dragon's groan shook Yang Fan's heart. "What is this?"

Roar!

The roar is loud again! A pair of blood-colored eyes opened. Yang Fan felt a sense of death falling into the ice cellar, but the palms of his hands began to sweat. The fog gradually lifted a little.

"Roar!" The chain pulled, and a huge green shadow rose from the mountain. Compared to its body, Aomine appears smaller.

The cyan dragon soared into the air, and two iron chains were locked on the broken giant wings behind it. The dragon's claws danced fiercely, and the shackles on them were locked to the joints of the dragon's claws. "This ...... What the fuck is this a dragon? "Yang Fan is going to scold his mother, it's also ancient China, what's the matter with you coming out with a Western dragon? Is it still imported?

Xia Moshu in the back stood behind Yang Fan, overlooking the dragon, and muttered, "This ...... Could it be the Green Dragon? ”

The giant dragon head was raised, and the pair of crimson dragon eyes were breathtaking. The chains began to straighten, and the blue peak trembled violently. A powerful wind rushed into the sky.

Turbid waves began to roll out of the river, and Aomine began to pull out of the river.

The dragon's wings opened, and the two cold chains tilted, making a creaking sound. The green dragon flapped its wings, and a dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"The mountain can't seem to be restrained!" Yang Fan's pupils shrank.

The dragon's breath erupted, and a cyan swimming dragon slowly came, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, and pulled out the embroidered spring knife, "Senior, let's retreat first." ”

The upper and lower two giant mountains, connected by six cold chains, move in the clouds. Xia Moshu's eyes were cloudy, as if he was struggling with something, and said slowly: "Don't act rashly. ”

The cold dragon breath came from the surface, and the pressure of the green dragon directly descended, shaking the qi and blood in Yang Fan's body almost tumbling.

The green dragon giant claw came to the sky with the green mountain. The clouds above Yang Fan's head directly overflowed like an inverted mushroom cloud. Yang Fan's back could no longer be described as shivering, he raised the embroidered spring knife in his hand and looked up at the terrifying green dragon.

Yang Fan's ears were full of dragon roars, and he couldn't hear what the end of summer book was saying behind him. The wind whistling above his head made it difficult for him to open his eyes. "I'll go to your uncle's."

Rumble!

A sea of blood appeared on Yang Fan's head, and the clouds were dyed blood-red. The green mountains are approaching, Yang Fan's embroidered spring knife turned, his body twisted directly, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand fell from the sky, fell from the heavenly spirit cover of the late summer book, and slashed down hard.

Blood-colored air currents began to swirl around the soles of his feet. The endless blood color was like a tornado, enveloping Yang Fan, like a master from hell. The phantom of the dragon king above his head looked up to the sky and roared angrily.

The green jade is shattered.

Everything is like a mirror, and it disappears. An Zimu's eyes were clear, his pupils were lit, and he stared at the shattered space around him, like a crystal snow. (To be continued......)