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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

A lonely well in the depths of the sea, an old man sitting cross-legged alone at the mouth of the well, he has a lingering twilight on his body, his hand keeps stroking over the edge of the well, every time he wipes it, the edge of the well will flash a piece of brilliance, there is a faint vast breath in the brilliance, if there are characters in the flood period here, they will know that it is dragon energy.

In the middle of the well, there is a stone statue looking up at the sky, and the eyes of the stone statue are shrouded in black and white water ripples.

Chen Jing's eyes seemed to have seen through the two worlds of yin and yang, and he didn't know how many thousands of miles he saw in his eyes, he couldn't hear it in his ears, but he saw it carefully.

I saw that the void spirit was like a great enemy, and his right hand was holding the Soul Treasure Book upside down, and the black mist lingered on his body. At the bottom of the hillside, there is a person who is also covered in black fog and hazy, and he can't see his body clearly, but he can see a golden mask on his face, which seems to have lines on the mask, and it seems that there are sword marks scratched one by one, revealing an indescribable aura, which looks very strange at first glance, but if you look closely, you will feel that the mask has a vast and heavy feeling.

The two seemed to be talking, motionless.

The sky was gloomy, and the ground was also black, and the occasional wandering spirit appeared in the distance, but quickly moved away after feeling the breath on the two of them.

Chen Jing could see at a glance that this place was the underworld, and he didn't understand when the void spirit went to the underworld again.

Suddenly, as if a wind was blowing, the man wearing the golden mask scattered with the wind, but at this moment, the Soul Treasure in the Void Spirit's hand raised his hand and shone out. A gray light flashed away.

The gray light passed, the person appeared from the void, but it disappeared in an instant, and the void spirit was tightly clasped in the palm of his hand according to the soul treasure in his hand, and his body was slowly turning, his eyes staring at the void, when he turned around, Chen Jing saw that her face was extremely serious, this was an expression that Chen Jing had never seen before, in his heart, the void spirit had never been so serious even when he faced the sneak attack of the land god Qin Hu and outside the city of King Qin Guang.

Looking at her expression, Chen Jing couldn't help but think of the word life and death.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the Void Spirit, and the killing intent was compelling, which Chen Jing had never felt in the Void Spirit, the moment she raised her head, the Soul Treasure in her hand flashed with gray, and where the gray light shone, there was a dark golden flash and disappeared. The ethereal spirit did not stop, quickly turned around, and shone in another direction, and then swept down the hillside, the large and small mandrills followed closely behind her, the ethereal spirit did not stop, sometimes drifting and flickering, sometimes standing still, and the treasure of the soul in his hand shone gray light.

At this moment, the dragon king sitting on the well suddenly slapped on the edge of the well, and Chen Jing's heart was shocked, as if he had been punched in the heart. He felt suffocated. This was something he had never seen since he became a god, and the sight in his eyes was cut off in an instant.

Suddenly, he saw a dragon appear in his gaze, this dragon was a single horn, not clear, like an illusion. Before he could react, he had already rushed into his eyes.

His heart ached so hard that it was as if a needle had pierced him in the eye. As soon as the dragon entered his eyes, he kept flipping, and the pain that drilled his heart made Chen Jing's thoughts unable to concentrate at all, or he could no longer concentrate on thinking about anything else, all his thoughts were concentrated in his left eye, and he saw a small yellow worm biting there, and every time the little yellow worm bit him, he felt a piercing pain. Chen Jing couldn't help but think of the soul cup in the middle of the embroidered spring bay back then.

As soon as Chen Jing saw the bite of the yellow worm, he understood that the yellow worm was biting his consciousness, and he was secretly shocked: "This is the yellow dragon." ”

There is a saying in the world that the dragon will become a dragon in five hundred years, and the dragon will become a dragon in a thousand years, and the dragon will give birth to horns in another five hundred years.

When this yellow worm did not enter Chen Jing's eyes, Chen Jingming saw that there was a single horn, which was obviously a dragon. Now it looks like a small yellow worm, but if you look closely, it still has small horns on its forehead.

There is also a legend that the Yellow Dragon has been hidden in the bodies of the heavenly beings for many years, devouring the gods of the living beings and growing.

Chen Jing was sure that this yellow dragon was his own god, which could also be called a divine thought, so he felt all the pain, but there was no wound.

He understood that this was the Dragon King of Inoue's action, and at the same time, he also understood that the Dragon King's means and purpose were to dissipate his consciousness, and then occupy the body of the idol, and use the power of divinity and faith born from the idol to eliminate his own magic power, so that he could completely get rid of the aging of his body and soul.

Thinking of this, Chen Jing had already summoned the Lost Sky Sword Butterfly back in his heart.

The misty sword butterfly at the mouth of the well flew downward, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the front of the statue, and it was like flying in place for so long before, and it didn't go far. The sword butterfly flashed in front of the stone statue. Immediately after that, in Chen Jing's mind, an illusionary butterfly appeared, the butterfly flew towards the yellow worm from the inside out, the body of the stone statue was like a dark world, and the butterfly that radiated light turned into a cyan bird in the moment under the yellow worm, and the cyan bird's tail and head had golden feathers.

Chen Jing didn't know the name of this bird, but for a moment he felt that this yellow dragon should be afraid of this kind of bird, and then the lost butterfly turned into such a bird. It's a subtle feeling, yet so smooth and natural.

As soon as the yellow worm appeared, it was like a great knowledge, and when it raised its head, its body quickly expanded, turning into a small yellow dragon with a single horn on its forehead, and at the same time it made a sound like a cow's roar, and a dragon qi surged. The cyan bird fluttered its wings, and its wings flapped as if they had been cut through the void by a sword. It was not afraid at all, and a clear sound came out of its mouth, and when it was listened to carefully, there seemed to be a sound of sword groaning in the clear sound.

Pounced straight down, his claws were blue and black, and the tips of his claws were pale gold, and he grabbed straight at the head of the yellow dragon.

The yellow dragon's body curled up and shrunk, and the short horns of his forehead glowed with white light, and a little white light shot towards the blue bird with golden wings on the top of his head and tail. The bird turned, drew a graceful arc and dodged, and fell again towards the little yellow dragon's head, and the pale golden beak pecked at the little yellow dragon's head. Xiao Huanglong hurriedly twisted his head and dodged it, but his body was pecked.

The little yellow dragon roared angrily, its body turned over and grew a few points, and it rose up, faintly with a few clouds of momentum, and the single horn above its head shot out a white light again. The bird dodged again with great dexterity, and at the same time pounced on the little yellow dragon.

The little yellow dragon suddenly turned around and left, rushing out of the eyes of the stone statue as if jumping out of the windowsill, turning into an illusory dragon, faintly seeing that the dragon had yellow on it. The little yellow dragon burst out of the stone statue's eyes, and the void in the well swelled a lot, but the bird rushed out after him just as closely.

Flash, disappear. The yellow dragon couldn't hide, was caught by the bird, pecked down, tore off the dragon meat and ate it into the stomach, only a while, the yellow dragon dispersed under the bird's mouth, and the bird also turned around and took off, and fell back into the body of the stone statue, disappeared.

The Dragon King Zhaolie, who was sitting at the mouth of the well, was shocked, he didn't expect Chen Jing to have such a means, and he didn't want to evaluate Chen Jing's strength in his heart again. Thinking of the butterfly in his heart, he said secretly: "I used to think that this butterfly had an elusive mystery, but now it seems that it feels right." ”

When he thought of this, he was happy again, because the more powerful Chen Jing was now, the more extraordinary his magical power would be when he occupied the body of the stone statue.