With such a tumbling and magnificent wave, let alone a ferry boat that could not bear the turbulence, even the large building ship of the elite sailors of the Suzaku Dynasty would probably be overturned and easily scattered.

In the middle of Shanghu Lake, a four-story flower boat carved with a white dragon rises and falls with the waves, there is no danger, and the tide is general.

Not far away, a lonely boat is even more magical, as if there is an immortal who pulls out a wave head from the wind and waves of Shanghu Lake, like an auspicious cloud, stationary, this boat stops at the top of the wave, just parallel to the four-layer flower boat.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is the real creation of immortals.

Even Wang Qiong, who stepped into the martial arts path for the first time, was still dumbfounded.

There is a Fengyun woman standing on the top floor of the huge dragon head flower boat, who is the carriage lady that Chen Qingniu saw before leaving the city, with luxurious clothes, independent of the flower boat on the tall building at this time, and even more fluttering and feathering immortals.

If he appeared in the crop field, no one would feel abrupt, but he would not be able to sit on the boat of Shanghu Lake without moving like a mountain, it would be incredible. If Chen Qingniu could witness this scene, he would not believe that an old boatman who had been complaining to him for an hour and a half had such terrifying powers.

The mature woman whose appearance and temperament are quite in line with the tastes of some senior old prostitutes in Liulifang said coldly: "Whale fisherman, you have been waiting in Shanghu for eight years, and the concubine has also been waiting for eight years. ”

The entire Shanghu Lake was boiling, and the lightning and thunder were roaring overhead, but her ordinary voice, which seemed to be an understatement, spoke unusually clearly, and the words were in her ears.

The old man's face was calm, and he chuckled: "I think Mrs. Fan also knows in her heart that Li Baichan died thirty years ago, and only Jiangzuo Li Mu has left, and to this day, there is only one tomb left. The old man and your master can be said to be the same generation, and you have lost your time, and today you have to rely on the old man to sell the old to the end, and the old man will not allow irrelevant people to disturb Li Mu's last piece of purity. ”

The woman sneered: "Whale fisherman, don't mention the concubine who is lying there is Li Baichan or the prodigal Li Mu, the child in front of the tomb has a great relationship with you and me and him in the grave, and it is not disturbing and pure." ”

She took a step forward, her clothes fluttering, and her style was refined.

The old man was still sitting cross-legged, like an old monk in a fixed position, restrained his smile, shook his head and said: "Li Mu made a decision about the future affairs before his death, and there is no need for you to point fingers today." Whether it succeeds or not, it depends on the child's creation, the old man advises, if you are stained with gratuitous cause and effect today, I am afraid that the blessing will be a small blessing at that time, but the disaster will not be a small disaster, and even your master will be involved in it, and you will not be able to get rid of it for at least a hundred years. ”

The woman smiled, gave birth to a hundred kinds of charm, and said, "Whale fisherman, if you live for one hundred and twenty more years, you can really stop me?"

The old man smiled lightly and said: "Naturally not, Mrs. Fan is from the Immortal Mansion, and her roots and bones are outstanding, and the old man has such inferior roots, and she will live two more nails, I am afraid that she will not be able to stop it." ”

She shook her long sleeves and said, "In that case, isn't it a big joke to rely on the old and sell the old?"

The old man smiled open-mindedly: "The old man just knows the destiny of heaven as much as he can. Being able to rely on the old and sell the old with Mrs. Fan is not something that every old immortal guy has the opportunity to do. The old man has to be angry no matter what. ”

The graceful hesitated for a moment and asked, "Whale angler, do you really think that child will survive?"

The old boatman, known as the whale angler, turned his head to look at the most intense piece of the sky with the spring thunder, and said in a deep voice: "Nine deaths and one life." ”

She frowned and sighed, "That child was grown up by me, and it's a pity that he died so young." ”

The whale angler also sighed with emotion, and said: "Mrs. Fan, have you ever thought that the child would climb in the market and survive beyond the age of sixteen, and may not be able to survive the age of twenty-four, wouldn't it be a pity when the time comes." ”

The woman looked up at the eerie sky that was torn apart by strands of purple lightning.

The huge waves of Shanghu Lake continued to rush to the ferry, and then it seemed to be pulled by a strange force, forming a towering wall of water.

Tomb Breaker, Soul Breaker.

Blow up the spring thunder.

The avenue is subtle, and the sky is mighty.

She thought that she was immersed, and she didn't even have a chance to die, and at this time, the momentum had already reached the scale of the small tribulation.

Fortunately, Liangzhou has no chance with the Lingshan Immortal Mansion of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land since ancient times, and the soldiers are forbidden, and there are few strange people from the three families of Buddhism, Taoism and soldiers who concentrate on practicing here, and the wind of business is prevalent, so that even Confucianism is unwilling to spread the scriptures too much in Liangzhou. Otherwise, at this moment, the celestial phenomenon would not only be her and the whale angler.

The whale angler sitting on the ferry saw that the woman in front of him did not have the evil thoughts he thought at first, and was secretly relieved, no one was willing to provoke Mrs. Fan, her own strength was of course an important reason, but more importantly, the majestic peak behind Mrs. Fan, not to mention the emperor and general, it was a great supernatural person like him who had escaped from the world for a hundred years and was in the eyes of the world, and would never dare to offend.

The old man got up slowly, looked at the purple thunder over there and the thicker and thicker natural forbidden land, and said softly: "Mrs. Fan, Li Mu said that the baby is also a Buddha root and a Dao bone, but when he was born, he was forced to be planted with two young dragons in his eyes, the left eye is red, and the right eye is yellow, absorbing the essence and blood of the baby, trying to use this extremely ruthless method to consume his body of one of ten million excellent bones. When the baby's root bones are sucked out, the red mantle yellow pan will come out of the body. Could it be that someone thinks of him as a furnace?"

The woman's expression was solemn, refusing to miss any trace of purple thunder, and said softly: "Don't dare to say anything." This is also the reason why Liulifang was willing to adopt at the beginning, every time the child arrives, the red mantle and the yellow pan will be stupid, that kind of pain, even if it is placed on the cultivator, it is not easy, but this child can carry it, and the concubine thinks that this is the best root. If he was born into a family and was favored by any sect and cultivated with his heart, he would not be in today's situation, and he would not necessarily be inferior to Wei Wulukui and others. ”

The whale angler sighed softly.

Mrs. Fan exclaimed, "It's finally here." ”

The whale angler sighed: "In this way, I am afraid that it will be difficult for Nanzhan Buzhou to be peaceful." ”

Before the lonely tomb, under the purple thunder.

Chen Qingniu arched his body in pain, covered his eyes, and the blood in his eyes flowed, rushing out from between his five fingers, surging faster than ever before, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be drawn to his eyebrows, and then desperately rushed his eyes.

In an instant, he became a vague bloody man.

Chen Qingniu suddenly let go of his hand, his cloak was scattered, and he raised his head and let out a wail.

The spring thunder exploded intensively again.

and Chen Qingniu's resentment that erupted in one breath,-for-tat.

Chen Qingniu vented his resentment like a beast, and roared hoarsely.

He once heard an aunt in Liulifang say that there are four kinds of dragons, and Tianlong is in the immortal class, living with heaven and earth, and coexisting with the Tao. Canglong, clouds and rain. Jiao, mantis, pan, Qiu, all belong to the earth dragon, and there is a kind of infamous hidden dragon, sheltering the great fortune and the great opportunity.

The dry bones in the tomb said that there was a dragon in his eyes, Chen Qingniu is not greedy for great blessings, great opportunities, he just wants to live well, no disease and no disaster, earn a little money, get rid of slavery, and marry a beautiful mother, this is Chen Qingniu's greatest wish. As for more, it is ambition, Chen Qingniu only dares to think secretly, and then laughs at himself, scolding himself for not knowing the sky.

But the two dragons in his eyes are like a plague god, his eyes are dripping blood almost every day for sixteen years, and he has been involved in the nurse who cannot die well, and he can't even get an inch of land to rest after death, his playmate Liu Qi just wants to become the head of Liulifang, climb step by step, be the leader, the fish man, and then support the fairy sister Xiao Wan'er in his eyes, but in the end, he was involved by Chen Qingniu and went to the inner house, and cut off the roots of the descendants.

Chen Qingniu doesn't hate God for leaving him fatherless and motherless, and he doesn't hate the daily torture of a pair of dragons in his eyes, an aunt in Liulifang told the Buddha that the Buddhists talk about karma, Chen Qingniu accepted his fate, but didn't the Buddhists also say that they would not harm others with their own sins?

Justice.

A dragon overlooking all beings.

It's all shit!

Chen Qingniu raised his hand, spread his five claws, and cried with all his might: "May I be born and kill all the dragons in the world!"

The Bodhisattva of Buddhism makes a grand wish, the heaven and the earth are harmonious, and the goddess scatters flowers.

Chen Qingniu's curse of this humble and extremely small person actually attracted the thunderous anger of the Little Heavenly Tribulation.

Two stout purple thunderbolts with a diameter of nine feet smashed down.

The sky is falling apart.

Chen Qingniu's eyes were splashed with blood.

Two small snake-like creatures, one red and one yellow, splattered out, leading to the two purple thunderbolts that symbolized the way of heaven.

Submerged in the Purple Thunder.

The small snake the size of a silk thread transformed, its body swelled in an instant, and the dragon power rolled.

Thirty-foot serpent.

Sixty-foot python.

Nine-hundred-foot dragon!

The black clouds rolled, Shanghu Lake almost overturned a bottom, and the entire Liangzhou City shook in the distance.

After 16 years of lurking, squeezing out the essence of Chen Qingniu's Buddha root and bones, red cockroaches and yellow pans, finally revealed their true faces.

Brilliant anomalous.

Chen Qingniu is as small as an ant.

But he was not afraid.

If it weren't for the Liangzhou scholars who vowed to let the Liangzhou scholars who cut off the milk mother's grave get retribution, Chen Qingniu would not be afraid of Taoism and Buddhism at all.

For a helpless Chen Aman, what is there to fear of death?

Chen Qingniu repeated over and over again: "May I live and kill all the dragons in the world!"

Rumble.

An insubstantial golden dragon pokes its head out of the lonely tomb.

The complete body was not huge, about nine feet in total, but it made the bodies of the red cocktails and yellow pans flying wildly in the sky tremble.

The golden dragon rushed towards Chen Qingniu, circling and circling.

The second golden-armored celestial is still blurred and transparent, but the divine martial spirit is like a heavenly immortal.

The third Chimei fairy, dressed in black and dressed with sleeves several feet long, fluttering lightly, volley fly, a dynamic Dunhuang flying fairy.

The fourth golden-winged roc, with a wishful pearl in its forehead, spits flames from its mouth, and its roar is better than thunder.

The fifth thick python.

The sixth person is human-like and non-human, with horns on his head.

The seventh girl was dressed in feathers, and the fragrance was permeating.

The eighth Ink-Armored God of War.

Eight people swirled around Chen Qingniu.

Respect Chen Qingniu!

A sixteen-year-old lonely boy, blessed by these eight heavenly dragons who are like human beings and non-human protectors, is suddenly as powerful as the emperor of the fairy world!