Chapter four hundred and ninety-two about the soaring cultivation for the first time
"Hey, are you angry now?"
Somewhere in a high-rise building by the lake, there was a man in purple clothes with his hands behind his back. He was playing with a small purple gourd and looking at the pure green glaze in the pool, and he let out a soft chuckle.
I can't hear any emotion, but there is a sense of indifference and playfulness.
It was quiet for a moment on the rooftop.
"...Where have you come from? From now on...won't it be that I have to break off all relations with you..."
The sword spirit murmured softly and shook his head.
The next moment, this extremely tall purple-clad figure jumped up, stood on tiptoes on the railing, looked down at the pure green glaze that Zhao Rong had transformed into below, and smiled.
It picked it up with its slender fingers, opened the small purple gourd in its hand, and shook it downwards.
Lines of slender and misty white air, like running water, left from the mouth of the gourd, drew a straight white line in the air, and went straight into the calm pool below.
In an instant.
The abyss is full of evil dragons, and the water in the lake is boiling.
On the top of the building, there was a sword spirit smiling.
"When a dragon and a carp enter the pond, when will they return?"
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Zhao Rong felt very strange at this moment.
There was no splash when he fell into the water.
Of course, this does not mean that he has superb diving skills or has the ability to disappear with water splash.
But the moment his body just touched the water, a feeling of lightness hit his heart, and his body seemed to have undergone some strange changes.
But before he had time to observe, he was completely submerged in the water in an instant.
It's like a piece of gauze falling into water and then melting quickly like candy.
After entering the water, Zhao Rongbian noticed something was wrong.
He seemed to have turned into a liquid-like substance that melted into the water. It was as light as a feather and had no fixed shape. The color was...
The unforgettable color I saw that day in the drop of water in my heart lake when I returned home.
Xuanqing glazed color.
Zhao Rong was like a drop of red ink falling into the water, but the color was different.
And his color is so dazzling.
As blessed as his soul, Zhao Rong suddenly felt that in the bottomless abyss below, there was a pair of blood-stained eyes as big as a wellhead, secretly sizing him up.
It's like a hungry tiger hiding in the grass in the primitive mountain forest, quietly spying on the deer drinking water by the water.
Ready to move, waiting for an opportunity to explode...
But soon, Zhao Rong discovered that there was nothing they could do to him.
The ninety-nine and eighty-one evil dragons hidden in the abyss seem to have been restricted in their range of activities by some kind of force. They can only linger and roar at the bottom of the dark abyss where the sun cannot shine, and they can never get close to the clear lake above.
From time to time, they raised their heads in the dark abyss, trying to surface, but were pushed down by the strange water waves above.
So I could only use my claws angrily from time to time to catch things above.
Unfortunately, these are all in vain.
If this evil dragon only appears in the hearts of other genius cultivators, it can make their livers and gallbladders burst, and half of their avenues can be cut off.
However, at this moment, in the abyss of this wonderful heart lake, the ninety-nine and eighty-one evil dragons seemed to be suppressed, and there was a clear line between them and the clear lake water above.
This warning line is about thirty feet below the surface of Pinghu Lake.
It seems to be exactly the limit distance that the sunlight on the lake can reach.
It is the boundary between light and dark, turbidity and clarity.
The evil dragons cannot overcome it.
Being pressed hard.
This should be one of the reasons why Zhao Rong discovered this wonderful lake before:
The bottom of the lake is full of ferocious and evil dragons, but the meeting is as calm as a mirror, without any disturbance.
At this time, before Zhao Rong could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued to observe curiously.
Sudden.
Something seemed to have fallen into the water above him.
In an instant, the lake boiled!
Like a pot of boiling oil and water.
Roar!
Hiss!
Eighty-one evil dragons in the abyss writhed violently, attacking the faintly drawn warning line!
Raise your head, wave your claws, flick your tail...
The white thing that had just fallen into the lake seemed to be extremely attractive to them.
Zhao Rong witnessed the greedy and terrifying faces below.
Soon, the white thing sank under the lake, crossed the line between light and darkness, and fell into the abyss...
Zhao Rong heard the roaring getting even louder.
The evil dragons in the abyss swarmed up and dived madly to fight for the white things that entered the abyss.
Like jackals who have been hungry for three days, fighting for the most delicious mouthful of flesh and blood.
then.
Just start fighting.
There is darkness in the depths of the abyss.
You can only vaguely see the parts of some evil dragons that are exposed near the warning line when they are tumbling.
Then... some bright red blood rose up in the darkness.
Bits and pieces of blurred and broken flesh occasionally floated up.
Accompanied by a heart-stopping roar...
Zhao Rong was slightly stunned.
Well, according to the normal script, weren't these evil dragons supposed to swarm him and beat him up? Why did they start fighting on their own? Also, what were those white things just now... Why did it feel a bit familiar...
At this moment, the roar below gradually calmed down.
Suddenly, there was something faintly growing and brewing in the vague and bloody wounds on the bodies of the dragons, in the broken flesh and blood floating in the water...
soon.
There was a strange wave that slowly rose from the dark abyss below and came to the water surface. Before Zhao Rong could react urgently, it touched him in a melting state.
Then.
Zhao Rong's melted and formless soul condensed.
Under this strange power from the abyss.
Shaped like...
Dragon carp.
A pure green glazed dragon carp appeared near the lake.
At first, Zhao Rong felt like he was suffocating as his throat was being strangled. Then he felt as if someone suddenly let go and handed him a sufficient oxygen mask. He breathed out with great comfort!
Extremely comfortable.
Then when he realized it, he went for a dragon carp, or in other words, he had the vision of a dragon carp.
Zhao Rong curiously looked down into the abyss.
I saw that after the evil dragons finished fighting for something, they returned to the cordon again with a full body of blood, and looked at them with stern bloody eyes...
This time.
Their eyes suddenly became hot when they looked at the pure green glazed dragon and carp above them.
In addition to these changes, what Zhao Rong did not notice was that after this small storm, this clear lake seemed...
It's a little turbid and a little gray.
But the changes are very small.
The cordon of light and darkness, clear and turbid, that suppresses the evil dragon lurking in the abyss is still distinct.
Just as Zhao Rong was in a daze, feeling the strange body.
"Hey, are you still in a daze? What did I tell you? Don't be obsessed with understanding all the scenes in this lake of mind. Oh, don't be immersed in it. You will never come back..."
Someone suddenly shouted in his ear.
Zhao Rong suddenly came to his senses.
Suddenly, in his field of vision, it was as if his soul had been pulled out of this pure green glaze.
Zhao Rong fell on his back and fell into the abyss where the evil dragon was serving him below.
The posture is like a helpless person falling off a cliff.
I opened my mouth, but there was no sound...
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Late at night.
The wasteland under the Moon Festival Mountain.
It was pitch dark inside a spacious tent somewhere.
In front of an extinguished candle, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up on the dark figure sitting upright.
Staring hugely...
"Ah...huhu!"
Zhao Rong opened his eyes suddenly, pressed his chest with one hand, supported the ground with the other, and panted violently.
After a while, the suffocating and claustrophobic feeling of falling into the abyss faded away.
"Damn it, I was almost eaten by those beasts..."
Even the young Confucian scholar who always adhered to the principle of gentleness and elegance couldn't help but curse her.
Mainly because the 'dream' just now was too real, even if he kept reminding himself that it was just a dream, and it was still in his own conscious mind, and he was the boss.
However, I still immersed myself in it subconsciously...
Zhao Rong took a breath and looked left and right inside the dark tent. There was no sound.
And his body was soaked with cold sweat.
After a while.
Zhao Rong changed into a clean and warm robe and lit the candle in front of him.
While wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel, he calmed down and said in his heart:
"Come out, what happened just now?"
"What's going on?"
The returning chuckle came as promised.
"Didn't Mr. Zhao just want to fight eighty-one evil dragons in the abyss of the Heart Lake? Well, to be honest, in all my years of living, I have never seen a monk as powerful as Mr. Zhao who dares to dive into the abyss of the Heart Lake.
I will fight hard against the evil creatures in the pool."
It thought for a while and said, "Well, I guess even you Confucian saints don't dare to do it, so you have to avoid its edge and choose other ways to cultivate your mind, and Mr. Zhao is indeed extraordinary."
Faced with the admiration and praise from the sword spirit, Zhao Rong pursed his lips and remained silent.
Sure enough, the next moment, the conversation changed.
"But Mr. Zhao's behavior just now seemed to be a bit conscientious. Why were you so hesitant? He went straight down to Qianyuan and had a good fight with them. It made me boring to watch upstairs."
The poisonous sword spirit is sarcastic.
Zhao Rong ignored him and frowned, "Did you throw something down? Is it you who did it?"
As he spoke, he suddenly opened his five fingers, looked at the palm of his hand under the dim candlelight, and his expression became strange.
The changes in his body at this moment made him a little surprised and happy...
"Oh, didn't I see that you were cowering and couldn't hold back, so I was kind enough to help you, and then I poured some... the dragon energy I collected into it."
"Dragon Qi?!"
"Well, you drank so much Zhengguan Well water before. To be honest, it was too wasteful. A lot of it was not absorbed and transformed."
Sword Spirit curled his lips, "But this time I taught you this set of extraterrestrial skills, which are very consistent with your body's transformation into a dragon. In the future, there is no need to waste extravagant water and dragon energy. I will help you put it all into the inner lake."
Just go to the pool."
"Tsk, tsk, judging from just now, the martial arts skills of the outsider are indeed very suitable for you at this time."
Zhao Rong frowned and stared at the candlelight in front of him, digesting Gui's words.
There was no words for a while.
It was quiet inside the tent.
Zhao Rong thought for a while, then clenched his fists and said, "What happened when he fell to the ground..."
Gui said lazily: "Drink those three glasses of well water first, and then we'll talk."
Zhao Rong shook his head and reached out to hold down the three bamboo tubes in front of him.
"No, you say it first. I've just... reached the early stage of Fuyao."
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PS: Wuwu, I still need to code a free chapter. I don’t know if I can code it in the early morning... Wuwu, how about... I’ll pay it back to the brothers~