Yin Huan swallowed the Yinglong flesh and blood on the bone claw, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood stains on the bone claw, and stared at Wan He with a pair of eyes glowing with white light.
"Two sneak attacks... City Lord Wan, don't you think it's too much..." A cold and hoarse voice slipped out of Yin Huan's mouth.
"Hmph! Sneak attack? If Wan comes a step too late, won't our sacred beast be killed at your hands!" Wan He stood on the golden-winged roc, looking at the red river, his face gradually became serious.
"Haha... City Lord Wan takes the truth seriously. This beast came to cause trouble first, and the truth was to protect the prince, so he had no choice but to drive him away."
"Take back those ghosts and grandsons of yours quickly, otherwise you won't blame Wan for being rude!" Wan He looked at Yinglong at the bottom of the river, his eyelids twitching, and hundreds of ghosts swarmed around the injured area behind Yinglong's horn, going crazy.
The ground is sucking the dragon's blood. After sucking the dragon's blood, the ghosts that were originally difficult to distinguish with the naked eye can be seen very clearly at the bottom of the river.
Yinglong whipped his dragon whiskers, but these fierce ghosts were as flexible as flies. Yinglong's sharp claws scratched to no avail, and instead the dragon scales from his own claws flew away, and he groaned in pain.
"Oh? I would like to learn the clever tricks of Wan City Lord..." Yin Huan turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Wan He.
Wan He stopped talking nonsense and stood a little below his feet. The golden-winged roc opened its mouth and spit out a golden light, then swooped towards Yin Huan with a scream.
The golden light hit Yin Huan, and Yin Huan immediately turned into nothingness. He was just an afterimage of Yin Huan. The real Yin Huan had already appeared in front of Wan He, and his white bone claws grabbed Wan He's face.
Wan He's face was calm and he whispered softly: "Duo!"
The bone claw was blocked a foot in front of Wan He, and there was a harsh "squeak" sound, as if the bone claw was scraping against gold and stone.
"Bo!" Wan He shouted low, and a bell-shaped shadow appeared on his body, covering Wan He. As Wan He shouted, the bell-shaped shadow shook violently, emitting a long bell sound.
Yin Huan was thrown dozens of feet away by the thick sound waves. Golden Wings took the opportunity to spit out a golden light and beat Yin Huan to stagger.
"The tenth artifact of Honglu, the Shadowless Bell! This person must be Wan He, the Lord of Min City." Zhong Lai blurted out, his eyes burning.
Everyone was awe-inspiring, their eyes focused on the two powerful men, but Lin Chuan was the only one staring down the river. Yinglong's wails were like wheat rays stabbing his heart. Yinglong struggled more and more violently, and the ferry boat kept rocking like before.
The boat made "crackling" and "squeaking" sounds, and the sounds of people in the cabin crying for their fathers and mothers could be heard endlessly.
"Can Brother Zhong's Hellfire burn evil spirits?" Lin Chuan asked.
Zhong Lai was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said clearly: "The underworld fire burns all souls, and the fierce ghosts are naturally among them. Do you want me to control the underworld fire to help Yinglong escape from trouble?"
Seeing Lin Chuan nod, Zhong Lai smiled helplessly: "Ah Chuan is kind-hearted. It is said that Yinglong on the Minjiang River frightens the evil spirits in the river and protects the people along the river for thousands of years. However, this place is too far away and is at the bottom of the river, so it is not within my fire control range.
Inside, not to mention..."
After Zhong Lai finished speaking, he pointed at the two powerful men who were fighting fiercely in the sky. Lin Chuan understood that he was afraid of Yin Huan, and the look in his eyes meant that it was best not to provoke people of this level.
"Brother Zhong, can you attach the underworld fire to the blade of this blade?" Lin Chuan showed his four-foot-long sword and asked tentatively. Lin Chuan lamented in his heart, Ying Long came because of me, but he was devoured by hundreds of ghosts, and on this ship.
The surviving people must never suffer again because of this. If I don’t go to hell, who will?
Zhong Lai's eyes lit up at first, and then his brows furrowed, wondering whether he wanted to sneak into the bottom of the river to save Yinglong.
"Yes, but it can only last for half a stick of incense. Brother Achuan must go..."
"I'm going to help Yinglong get out of trouble. If Yinglong doesn't leave, these ferries will definitely collapse in Shenjiang. We and other foreigners may be able to survive, but the common people in the cabin will definitely die."
Zhong Lai's face turned red when he heard this. Seeing the determination in Lin Chuan's eyes, he no longer hesitated. He took Lin Chuan's long knife, muttered something on his lips, stretched out two fingers, and a green ghost fire ignited at the fingertips, slowly moving from the knife's grid.
Slowly slide it to the tip of the knife, and the blade, two fingers wide and four feet long, turns into a hellfire knife.
Everyone looked at Lin Chuan like a madman, while Luo Xiaoyin and Qiao Waner looked ignorant.
Lin Chuan took off his shirt, took the long knife and jumped deep into the rolling waves of the Mining River.
"Brother, he..." Not only Qiao Waner, but also everyone else was stunned and fell silent watching the water splashing into the river from Lin Chuan.
When it comes to underwater kung fu, Lin Chuan is absolutely confident. The river under Shanggui City is where he played since he was a child. Holding half a stick of incense in one breath is not a problem.
Lin Chuan fled directly to the bottom of the river. The fluctuations at the bottom of the river were stronger than those on the surface. Lin Chuan could hardly stabilize his form. He tried to communicate with Ying Long with his mind, but Ying Long seemed unable to sense it and was still struggling hard.
Lin Chuan was anxious, bypassing the undercurrent and getting as close as possible to Yinglong. Yinglong finally sensed him and stared at him with two red eyes as big as lanterns.
Yinglong twisted his huge body and swam towards Linchuan. Linchuan held swords in both hands and gathered momentum. Yinglong's speed became faster and faster, and the fierce ghost behind the horn followed suit, clinging to his body.
When Yinglong was about to hit Linchuan, he suddenly dived. Linchuan appeared next to the dragon's horn in an instant. The green sword light flashed across, and a fierce ghost was chopped into two pieces at the waist. It let out a shrill howl, red.
The ghosts' shadows turned into nothingness in an instant, and many ghosts were injured by the light of the sword, with traces of white smoke rising from the wounds.
The blood-drinking sword sucked the dragon's blood from Li Gui's body, and the red color of the blade became more and more vivid. Lin Chuan stood on the dragon's head, and the long sword gained momentum again. Li Gui wandered around Lin Chuan, but did not dare to step forward.
Lin Chuan could only see groups of blood shadows wandering around. His feet shook, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in his heart: Let's go!
"Ouch..." Yinglong let out a high-pitched roar, shook off the dragon's body and swam away at high speed.
Seeing this, some of the fierce ghosts were unwilling to give in. They swarmed towards Linchuan. Linchuan moved around, waving the blood-colored long swords to seal the air. As long as there were fierce ghosts who came close, they would be killed by the long swords. In an instant, there were more
Five ghosts were killed.
Lin Chuan's body's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and there was not much energy left in his chest and lungs. He could not drink the spiritual liquid underwater. When he was feeling anxious, he suddenly saw hundreds of ghosts pause, then turn around and quickly disappear from sight.
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At this moment, half the stick of incense has passed, the waves on the river have gradually subsided, and the ferry has returned to stability. Luo Xinghe and others stared at the ink-like river water, with worries in their eyes.
A little below the foot of Linchuan River, Yinglong understood. After a dragon roar, it rushed straight up, broke through the river with a "bang", and a dragon body stretching for hundreds of feet appeared on the river surface.
"Ah! It's my brother!" Qiao Waner said excitedly, waving Lin Chuan's clothes and pointing at Lin Chuan standing on the dragon's head.
"So handsome..." Luo Xiaoyin murmured.
Under the bright moon, a red-ridged boy rides on a dragon and rides on the waves, his long blood-colored sword pointing diagonally at the river.