Li Qing's movements paused, he was already very old, with white hair and crane skin, like a candle that was about to burn out.

When Chen Muzhi rushed over with a sigh of relief, the platform was empty, only a bow and three arrows.

He thought that it should not be too late before the arrow left the string.

At the head of the city, a fresh breeze blew, Li Qing stood there, standing with his hands in his hands, although he had white hair and white eyebrows, his waist was still straight.

The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, and there was no trace of Shura and the Dragon King.

"Grandpa Guoshi, why did your hair turn white?"

Li Qing touched the little one's head and said softly, "When you get older, your hair will naturally turn white." ”

"Sir. A young man with a slightly wooden face walked over and didn't seem to see Li Qing's changes, but just gave a salute.

Li Qing nodded and did not speak.

He didn't want the little ones to come over, but he couldn't blame them.

"Sir, the crescent moon said to wait for you at home. ”

Li Qing thought about the little white fox who loved to brag all day long, he felt that he should laugh, but he didn't have that mental strength.

Suddenly it started to rain in the sky.

It was the little green dragon that was no more than a foot in size crying, and she kept wandering around the bowl in the sky, crying.

Suddenly, a spiritual light enveloped Xiao Qinglong and gently sent her back to the city.

The little green dragon fell on the city and turned into a human form, still the eight or nine-year-old little girl, but she was crying with pear blossoms and rain, and the originally neat fishbone braid became messy and crooked.

"Will the Dragon King die?" asked the little green dragon with a sob.

Li Qing didn't know how to answer her, of course the Dragon King could not die, but the one who survived would no longer be the Great Sage of the Sea who made the world's dragons bow their heads, but a little green snake who had no wisdom and was ignorant.

But is that a dragon king still a dragon king?

With a dragon groan, the bowl that had been passed down in the country of bhikshus for nearly a hundred years suddenly exploded.

This bowl has been engraved by Li Qing with the word immeasurable, although it is not like the jade bottle in the hands of Guanzi Bodhisattva can be filled with the water of the four seas, but it is still more than enough to hold the water of a river.

And it contains the thoughts of millions of people, and the power is not small.

At this time, it was suddenly destroyed, but the water in the bowl did not fall, but merged into a stream, upside down, with scales, horns, claws, and whiskers, like a huge white dragon riding the wind straight up for nine days.

Above the sky, suddenly there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Countless thunderbolts continue to intertwine, converging into a vast thunder tide.

The thunder roared and slashed at the water dragon, but it was swallowed by the water dragon, let out a loud dragon groan, and took the initiative to plunge into the thunder tide.

"Sir, what is the Dragon King doing?"

"The Tribulation. Li Qing's face was grim, but there was a sense of admiration in his heart.

Xiao Qinglong cried, "I don't want her to cross the catastrophe, she has shed a lot of blood~"

She wanted to turn into a dragon and leave, but Li Qing stopped her with a flick of her sleeves, "She is here to die, don't let her be distracted." ”

Xiao Qinglong stopped, she looked up at Li Qing with deep anticipation in her eyes, "Will the Dragon King die?"

Li Qing couldn't bear to deceive this little dragon, so he didn't speak.

From ancient times to the present, there has only been a true dragon born in heaven and earth.

Born to be Da Luo.

What is Da Luo, coexisting with the world, and will not be worn for thousands of catastrophes, it is called Da Luo.

It can be said that it is born sacred in the true sense.

The true dragon has no flesh and blood body, but the earth and qi are combined, and it comes out when the sky comes.

When the true dragon detached, the dragon qi fell, and all things were studied, so that all kinds of creatures had a chance to turn into dragons.

Those divine dragons that inhabit the rivers and seas of Heze have more flesh and blood and less dragon energy, compared with the real dragons, they are like clouds and mud.

At this time, although the dragon body of the dragon king in Tsing Yi has faded, she has just beheaded the two great sages of Shimen, and her heart is infinitely high, taking advantage of this momentum, smashing the dragon body, all the spiritual thoughts and the water of a river containing the thoughts of millions of people in the bowl are integrated, and she wants to survive the thunder tribulation and turn into a real dragon and detach herself.

But in the endless years, there are no ancients, and there are no comers, can the Dragon King of Tsing Yi really survive this catastrophe?

Xiao Qinglong didn't wait for an answer, the hope in her eyes dimmed, she jumped up and stood on the battlements at the head of the city, put her hands together in her mouth, and shouted to the sky, "Dragon King, you don't want to die!"

The thunder had turned into a sea of thunder above the sky, and there was no trace of the dragon king at all, only the dragon moans from time to time proved that she was still alive.

A whirlpool suddenly appeared at the core of the thunder sea, and the sound of thunder and dragon groans seemed to be absorbed by the whirlpool, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

After a while, a figure walked out of the whirlpool, formless and phaseless, dressed in a thunder robe, holding a long whip intertwined with thunder in his hand, and the thunder pattern kept swimming and manifesting.

"I am the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Puhua Tianzun!"

An incomparably majestic voice instantly resounded through the heavens and the earth, exploding in everyone's hearts.

In a trance, in a trance, in a trance.

The god man threw out the long whip in his hand, and manifested a huge thunder dragon in the air, as if the chain of laws was intertwined, containing a deep and unfathomable Dao rhyme.

Everyone was silent.

"Is this Tianwei?" As a wood demon, Mu Tou was naturally afraid of thunder, and at this time, he was related to him, and he almost squeezed out such a sentence from his throat.

The little green dragon didn't cry anymore, the little man leaned on the city, his face was full of wood.

The dark clouds above the sky gradually dissipated, and the thunder dissipated with it.

Li Qing suddenly felt a sense in his heart, opened his eyes, looked over, and for a while, his eyes were full of thunder, and blood flowed from his eyebrows.

He vaguely saw that the so-called Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Puhua Tianzun was also looking towards him, although the god man was formless and could not see his face clearly, but in the darkness Li Qing felt that he was signaling to his chin, and with a flick of the thunder whip in his hand, he flew towards Li Qing.

Li Qing's heart froze, but he saw that the thunder whip did not turn into a thunder dragon again, but continued to shrink in the air, turning into a mark and falling on the center of his eyebrows.

The endless thunder law true intent exploded in his brain, and they kept wandering, turning into tiny runes, and the runes were woven into a great avenue true seed, and gradually settled quietly.

Li Qing's injured eyes had recovered in a moment, and when he opened his eyes, there was a flash of thunder and lightning, and for a while, the thunder law between heaven and earth was like an arm's command, as straight as heaven's gift.

It is indeed God-granted. Li Qing thought about it, watching the thunder tide dissipate and the gods disappear, and his heart was filled with a strange and indescribable feeling, is that really the Supreme of the Heavenly Court Thunder Division?

Suddenly, a streamer of light swept through the sky and gently landed in the hand of the little green dragon, which was a small dragon scale.

The little green dragon held the dragon scales, and tears fell silently.

Li Qing said softly, "Is the Dragon King your mother?"

Xiao Qinglong shook his head, "The Dragon King won't let me call her mother. ”

"Why?"

Xiao Qinglong suddenly cried out, "She said, only when the heart is free can you be strong. The dragon king is dead, she doesn't want me anymore, I'm so sad. ”

Li Qing squatted down, wiped away Xiao Qinglong's tears, looked at her tearful eyes, and said, "Little Qinglong, the Dragon King is not dead, you are the continuation of her life, as long as you live, she will never die." ”

Li Qing put her hands together, and the dragon scales were tightly held in Xiao Qinglong's hands, "The Dragon King loves you very much, she has always been with you, hasn't she?"

"La-la-la, oh-oh-oh, I'm a little green dragon, a free and happy little green dragon, tick-tock, tick-tock~" The little little Tai on the side suddenly hummed a small tune and grimaced at the little green dragon.

The sun was falling and it was warm.

The sun brings us not only light, but also hope.