"It's not a small movement! it looks like a big guy!" Mu Chen squinted at the boiling water and said softly.

"Young master, be careful. Nie Shushu's expression was a little solemn, as a ghost body that was already in the ghost realm, her perception was much sharper than Mu Chen's.

The aura under the water was not weaker than her in the slightest, it was at least an eight-rank realm beast!

"It seems that I am going to use the ghost body again...... "Nie Shushu muttered to himself.

Mu Chen watched Nie Shushu's face slowly become hideous, and hurriedly stopped: "Sister Shushu, what are you doing here!"

"Of course, it's to protect the young master! If I don't use the ghost body, I'm not sure how to deal with it!" Nie Shushu explained.

"Sister Shushu, what to do with it! Don't scare it away. Hurry up and collect the true body of the ghost body!Such a good opportunity to comprehend the dragon body method must not be missed!" Mu Chen didn't care about Nie Shushu's hideous and terrifying appearance at the moment, and took her hand and said.

"Young Master!" Nie Shushu frowned, becoming even more hideous under the true body of the ghost body, only to see her continue, "That's an eight-grade beast!

Mu Chen listened to Nie Shushu's words, and his face was slightly abnormal.

After he was silent for a moment, as if he had made some major decision, he looked at Nie Shushu and pursed his lips and said seriously: "Sister Shushu, I know that you are for my good." However, the journey of martial arts cultivation is not smooth, if there is no pressure to die, how can you break through the limit! I feel that as long as you refine the dragon swimming method, you will have a great harvest! The tomb is about to enter the tomb, and I also want to go further! No matter how dangerous this big river is, it must not be as good as the ancient tomb. ”

"Young master, ......" Nie Shushu looked at Mu Chen, who was so serious, and was suddenly a little speechless.

She always thought that Mu Chen was just a teenager, but she didn't expect that he had such thoughts in his heart.

Mu Chen silently took out the patched big oil umbrella from behind him, looked at Nie Shushu's eyes and said slowly: "Sister Shushu, for more than a year, I have grown up in your wings, and I miss the days when I used to seal the coffin and forge my body alone in the middle of the night in southern Xinjiang...... Sister Shushu, I want to walk alone on the next road, please - go into the umbrella!"

Nie Shushu and Mu Chen looked at each other, their hideous faces gradually returned to mediocrity, and finally let out a long sigh and said, "Since the young master has decided, then according to what the young master said, the young master, please be careful!"

As soon as Nie Shushu's voice fell, his expression was a little lonely, and he turned into a wisp of light smoke and drifted into the oil umbrella in Mu Chen's hand.

Mu Chen put the big oil umbrella on his waist, looked at the boiling water surface and said slowly: "Finally, I am the only one left......

As the voice of Mu Chen's words slowly disappeared, Mu Chen's momentum underwent some indescribable changes.

The dragon is the length of the scale insect, and its rebellious nature can soar above the nine heavens or dive in the deep sea!

"Come on, let me see what kind of beast you are!" Mu Chen roared loudly into the river!

"Boom!" The water columns splashed dozens of zhang high, and in the center of the several water columns, a huge body was coiled, and the head of the body was as big as an ox at the moment, looking at Mu Chen!

"No, it doesn't seem to be a snake. The serpentine beast looked at Mu Chen, and Mu Chen naturally looked at it too.

I saw that the strange beast was covered with white scales, and it looked like a snake, but it was not.

On closer inspection, the head horns of the strange beast are faintly grand, there are pairs of whiskers on the side of the gills, there is a ring of gray-brown short hairs on its neck, fins on its back, and a pair of three-fingered claws under its abdomen.

"This ...... This is actually a head Jiao!" Mu Chen's eyes burst out with a fine light, and he looked at the Jiao in front of him, which was more than 20 zhang long, thoughtfully.

Jiao, also known as Diyin, is known as Jiaolong, and everyone in the world likes to call it Jiaolong.

Jiaolong is neither a dragon nor a dragon, but it is the closest creature to a dragon in this world.

The only difference between Jiao and the dragon is that the dragon can make waves in the water and enter the deep sea, or it can fly for nine days to stir up the wind and clouds. Jiao, on the other hand, can only do the former.

Although Jiao is not a dragon, it can one day turn into a dragon. Because all that flows in the dragon's body is dragon blood!

Now there are no dragons in the world, but there are not no dragons who cultivate dragon-shaped martial souls, and the essence blood they use to condense martial souls is the dragon blood flowing on Jiao's body!

What is the realm of condensing the soul? It is at the time of mimicry, when the realization of its form is to reach the great perfection, it can condense its remnant soul!

But this seems simple, how many people have turned to other martial souls because of their lack of understanding, and how many people have failed to condense their souls because of the rejection of the artistic conception of the realized martial souls and essence blood.

However, the dragon-shaped martial soul that Mu Chen realized all came from the Ten Thousand Dragons Diagram at the bottom of the Dragon Abyss, and the Demon Dragon Dongge said that the meaning of the ancient dragons was all in this diagram, which could be integrated with all the dragon blood in the world, and there would be no rejection.

"It's really a thief with eyes, this eight-grade Jiao may be able to become the support of my dragon body's will! If the dragon's body is complete, I can condense the dragon body part of the dragon-shaped martial soul, so as to reach the soul condensing realm! It's just that the condensation of the martial soul requires the essence and blood of the dragon martial soul, don't say that I can't beat this Jiao now, even if I enter the soul condensing realm, I can't help him." ”

Mu Chen was thinking about countermeasures in his heart, but the Jiao lost patience and attacked Mu Chen with his mouth open.

"Damn! Just do it!" Mu Chen shouted, and hurriedly stepped on the dragon swimming method, stepping on the surface of the river one after another, and quickly fled into the distance.

How could Bai Jiao let Mu Chen leave so easily, he hadn't seen a human figure in this underground river for a long time, how many years ago had he eaten human flesh last time? Fifty years? Or sixty years?

Bai Jiao had a ha in his mouth, and looked at Mu Chen's back and quickly chased after him.

"What a speed!" Mu Chen said with a sudden stop and narrowly dodged the white Jiao's claw.

Because one of the corners of his clothes was just scratched by the white jiao, Mu Chen was about to hang the color.

said it, but the body did not dare to delay at all, if the pursuit of the eight-grade white Jiao was distracted, then what greeted him would be the white Jiao's mouth.

One person and one Jiao have been chasing each other on this big river for more than half an hour, but at this moment, Mu Chen looks a little embarrassed.

Although there were no colors on his body, his clothes were torn like beggars on the street side of the city lord that day, if it weren't for Mu Chen's sudden memory of his green jade spirit coffin being extremely hard, resisting the sharp claws and sharp teeth of the white Jiao many times, I was afraid that at this moment Mu Chen would have turned into a pile of minced meat in the belly of the white jiao.

But this half hour was not without harvest.

This endless underground river does not have no boundaries, and Mu Chen had to run to the border of this river several times during his escape. There were no river banks, only smooth stone walls, and there was not even a place to stand.

As long as there is a boundary, the specific direction of the ancient tomb can be determined over there!

As long as you can find the ancient tomb, are you afraid that there is no way to kill this eight-grade white Jiao?

Mu Chen had done this kind of thing in southern Xinjiang as early as when he was seven or eight years old, and more than once or twice!

Thinking of this, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Mu Chen's mouth!