Whoever arrives in a new environment is first to familiarize themselves with it.

Chen Jing fell into the prison dragon well, feeling this prison dragon well, before he only felt that this well was very small, but now he felt that this well was infinitely large, as if it was connected to the Nine Heavens and the Netherworld Yellow Spring. The Lost Sky Sword Butterfly couldn't fly out of the one-foot-square well, and he couldn't sink to the bottom of the well.

Time was silent in this well, and the little white dragon coiled around Chen Jing's body, as if it had fallen asleep. Chen Jing only felt that the temperature on her body was no different from this well water, her breath of life was extremely weak, Chen Jing wrapped her with his own spiritual power, he didn't know what harm she was doing, this was the only thing he could do now.

Zhao Lie left the well, and reappeared again after a while, this time his appearance did not have the smug and flamboyant face of Chen Jing when he first met him, nor did he have the kind of grief that he pretended to be later. There was only a deep face on his face, as if the vicissitudes of this world for thousands of years were written on his face.

Chen Jing could see his face and found that he had aged a lot in a short period of time, and his original graceful appearance was now a middle-aged man.

"Don't you think it's weird?" Zhao Lie said to Chen Jing in the well. There was no voice in the well to answer. He continued: "Thirteen hundred years ago, I almost died in a cloud of sword light. It is also inaccurate to say that it is sword light, because there is infinite mana in that light, and there is endless sword qi in mana, and the powerful Dragon Lord has become powder in the ethereal sword light. Although I only saw the sword light, and then I became like this, I didn't die after all, and I have been struggling on the verge of death for more than a thousand years. Now I can finally get rid of the threat of death. I want to thank you, the great dragon descendant, who made me suffer for a thousand years, and let this true dragon save me."

He was in the most comfortable mood today in a thousand years, and the big stone in his heart could finally be moved. For thousands of years, all his time had been spent freeing himself from the shadow of death.

"You don't have to think about coming out, your friends can't save you, and you don't have any friends. Although Gui Yuan is a turtle inheritance, he is not enough now, as for other people, it is not okay, unless your senior sister Ye Qingxue comes out of Kunlun Mountain. ”

He didn't care if anyone responded, and continued: "No matter how great your magical power is, you can't get out, it's useless, although I have been struggling on the death line for thousands of years, I also have a treasure." Misfortune and blessing depend, and it is true. For thousands of years, I can finally make this dragon well my use. ”

The well was silent, no one answered his words, a butterfly could still be seen fluttering, and a stone statue could still be seen silent in the water.

Chen Jing's every move was in his heart, so he said to Chen Jing: No matter how great your magical power is, you can't get out.

In the time he spoke, his countenance had aged considerably.

At this time, Chen Jing's voice suddenly came from the well, as if it came from the pole, and it seemed to be blocked by the well water, and the sound was a little distorted.

"I have a doubt?"

"Excuse me, I'm happy to answer any questions a dying man may have." Although his face had become deep and vicissitudes, and his voice had grown old, his tone still had a smug taste.

"Which is your real body?"

"Me, hehe, can you believe me if I say I forgot about myself?" Zhaolie slowly squatted down, looked at the well, and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I really don't know what my true body is." ”

He turned again and sat down at the well, and behold, his hair had turned white.

"Hey, this is really a good era, the strong have passed away, and there are only three or two big cats and kittens in the world. It's all half-dead, hehe, haha...... I survived, haha......"

As he spoke, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter was full of sadness. Laughing and laughing, he actually started crying, laughing and crying at first, and slowly turned into a loud cry. He took out a pendant from his bosom, the pendant was in the shape of a non-dripping, with crimson inside, spreading from the inside out, just like a little rouge being dripping on it by a drop of water and spreading rapidly.

He took the string rouge pendant, stunned, and after a while, he muttered: "What is the origin of this pendant, why do I feel heartache when I see it." ”

After a while, he put away the rouge pendant in his hand and turned to stand up. At this time, a voice came from the well: "I know what you think, in fact, it is enough to have me alone, you can let the little white dragon leave." ”

"Hey, hey." Zhaoyeol's face was gloomy, and the grief just now had completely disappeared. He said, "Her true dragon bloodline is about to be refined by me, why should I let her go." ”

"Because he's just like you, just living in this world with a lot of difficulty."

"No, he is different from me, he has a heritage, and he has the true dragon bloodline passed on to her by the dragon, so she doesn't have to struggle for survival, so she can wander around the world so unscrupulously."

"Origin cannot be chosen, and her background also costs her greatly. Blessings and disasters always come together, and there must be blessings and curses, and there must be blessings in them. You know this more than I do, why do you say that? ”

"Now is the woe she should bear."

With a calm face, Zhao Yeol said to the well, and after a long time, he didn't hear a sound from the well.

Then he sat down at the edge of the well, and touched the edge of the well with his hand, and the well glowed faintly. A microwave appeared in the water, and the Dragon Palace slowly manifested from it, and finally the imprisoned Dragon Well and Zhaolie disappeared from sight.

The deep sea is quiet, and the prison dragon well in the deep sea is even quieter, quiet as if the river of time has stopped flowing here, so that people can't feel it, can't see it, can't hear it.

However, outside the prison dragon well in this deep sea, drastic changes have taken place, almost one day at a time.

Chen Jing didn't know that Gui Yuan had returned to the Dragon Palace with the big red shrimp and shells, fought a big battle with Zhaolie, and finally escaped with the big red shrimp and the big red shrimp.

Later, the shell returned to the Autumn Moon Canyon, and the big red shrimp followed Guiyuan away.

Kamebuchi didn't ask the shell what he was going back for, probably because he already knew.

And the big red shrimp back and Gui Yuan returned to the Jinghe embroidered spring bend, and after a while, Gui Yuan left again, the big red shrimp didn't know where he was going, and from then on there was only the big red shrimp in the Jing River.

I don't know when there was a rumor, there was a rumor, it was rumored that Chen Jing, the god of the Jinghe River, was trapped in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, as soon as this rumor came out, there were many good people to the Jinghe Xiuchun Bend to explore, the low mana naturally could not see the reality in the temple, even the big red shrimp could not pass the level, but the high mana saw at a glance that the god in the temple was not a real statue, but a kind of magic condensed by faith and willingness. There is still a person under the law image, who does not know whether he is alive or dead.

Seeing this scene, they knew that this river god was still alive, but he was not in Jinghe. If Chen Jing was no longer in this world, then his faith and willingness would collapse, and this magic image would not exist.

As time passed, those cultivators who came to the Xiuchun Bend River Temple to inspect were not so cautious, but came very easily, and did not take the big red shrimp in their eyes.

He came in groups, or in twos and threes. The big red shrimp wanted to stop them at first, but after being besieged by many cultivators whose mana was not high for a few days and nights, he stopped talking, but coldly watched them go in and out of the Jing River.

I once heard in front of the temple that the demon spirit found the big red shrimp and told him where there was a great god to open the altar and preach, so let's go with him.

I have always been timid and afraid of things, and when I saw a strong enemy, I immediately thought of hiding the big red shrimp, and this time, after thinking for a long time, I said word by word: "I don't go anywhere, I will feel uncomfortable if I don't drink the water of the Jing River for a day, and I will be weak if I don't eat the mud of Xiuchun Bend for a day." ”

The demon spirit said again: "Why do you bother, if the river god will come back in the end, we will naturally come back, if we can't come back, we can't do anything, it's useless here, it's better to go elsewhere to seek greatness, and the law will come back to protect the temple from the desecration of those people." ”

"The river god said that my natural posture is not good, even if there is a magic power to move mountains and reclaim the sea to teach me to learn, I can't learn, I still don't go, you go, if any of you can learn advanced spells in the future, you must come back, at that time I guess I should not be there, I hope you can help the river god guard this temple, the river god said, this temple is his last place to stay."

"Yes, we will."

The waves of the river swept their words into the rushing waves, as if they were about to be carried into the distant sea.

"If the sea god comes back in the end, and I am no longer there, please help me bring a message to the river god. I didn't, I couldn't stop those people from entering the River Temple, but I did my best. If you can, please help me kill those people from a few days ago. ”

Several demon spirits remembered that a few days ago, he had fought with a group of monks, and was surrounded and attacked by those disciples who did not know what sect or sect he was.

Those people were not very high, and they were led by a cultivator with high mana. It can be seen that his purpose is to train his disciples.

"Okay, I will, if the river god knows, he will definitely avenge you, do you remember what Qingsong's monkey joked about when our river temple was at its most prosperous?"

"Of course I do." The big red shrimp thought back and said loudly.

The demon spirit smiled and said, "He said that if one day the river god accepts the faith of all sentient beings, then we will definitely be the god generals under the throne of the river god lord, and we will be the god generals who can be compared with the god generals under the throne of the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court." ”

The silent night evokes the beautiful memories of the past and blows in the night breeze.

The dark night buried all hatred and hope in the darkness.

The demon spirits scattered into the darkness and disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, only the big red shrimp was still embroidering.

After some more time, some strange demon spirits began to appear in the Jing River, and they came from nowhere, and they never left after entering the Jing River.

At the beginning, they were generally in the river area as far away as possible from Xiuchun Bend, after all, Chen Jing's prestige was there, which was enough for people to have to move their bodies to sit upright.

However, as time passed, it was slowly approaching the embroidery spring bend. Those who are close often come to the embroidered spring bend, and when they see the big red shrimp, some of them sweep with cold eyes, some of them smile gently, and some of them don't look at the big red shrimp, just look at the river temple

One day, someone asked the big red shrimp: Do you know how long the Jing River is?

The big red shrimp was furious and scolded: "Your sludge-like things are also worthy of asking about the length of the Jing River." ”

Fighting with him for a day and a night, he stabbed the opponent through with a fork at the cost of a wound.

However, although the big red shrimp showed not weak mana, it was not enough to discourage people, and in the entire Jing River, only Xiuchun Bend was something he could walk around, and other places were occupied by others.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the night is dark.

Some people are guarding the faith, and some people are looking up at the starry sky one foot square.