Journey to the West: At the beginning, Li Er was mistaken for his father

With all their efforts, the Dragon King of the Four Seas and Li Xiudao only met a few times, but they encountered great opportunities one after another.

First, it absorbed and refined the essence of the ancestral dragon in the Weihe River, and now it is connected by Li Xiudao and the dragon energy of the Tang Dynasty.

In just three or two months, it actually surpassed their hard work of thousands of years of practice.

Not to mention, even the previous bottleneck that restricted them from making breakthroughs has finally begun to be completely broken.

Just like this, the real body is introduced into the picture of the mountains and rivers of Lingyan Pavilion, bathed in the dragon spirit of the Tang Dynasty...

The four old dragons can feel that their own Taoism and mana have gradually grown and benefited.

It is really comfortable to the extreme.

If possible, they would like to stay inside day and night, huffing and transporting mana.

If someone else called them, the four old dragons would not give up the mana increase they could get at their fingertips, and obey orders.

But if it were Li Xiudao, it would be a completely different matter.

"I don't know what opportunities King Dingyuan will bring us this time?!"

The four old dragons muttered to themselves, looking at Li Xiudao expectantly.

In fact, apart from this, they did not resist in their hearts.

It's the same as the black robe who held back for a long time and finally got a chance to make a call.

As the saying goes, riches and honor do not return to their hometowns, they are like traveling at night in brocade.

The Dragon King of the Four Seas has been aggrieved for so many years, and finally made a breakthrough, preventing them from showing off, so that they can feel proud...

That was too boring.

"These old dragons..."

Li Xiudao has Hinayana magic, and he can clearly understand their thoughts.

However, the Dragon King of the Four Seas is willing to show off, which is always a good thing for him.

"I hope that after they meet Heipao and Nezha, their fighting spirit can still be so strong..."

Thinking so in his heart, Li Xiudao asked deliberately.

"Just don't regret it."

After saying this, Li Xiudao pointed his hand forward, shouted loudly, and Lingyan Pavilion rose into the air.

The surrounding air suddenly vibrated, tearing apart the void, and the dull thunderstorm sounded one after another.

In just a flash, Lingyan Pavilion has already fled dozens of miles away.

Although the escape speed is far from as fast as Li Xiudao's full-strength deployment, at best, he has practiced step by step to the realm of stepping on the lotus.

But if one thinks of Lingyan Pavilion's gigantic body that is tens of feet high, the sight is terrifying enough.

Chang'an is only a hundred li in radius, although the black robe took the first step, but after Lingyan Pavilion swayed for a while, he rushed over and appeared in front of the confronting two sides.

Stopping the light, the black robe deliberately stopped at a place two ends higher than the opponent.

Looking down at the two of them from a high position, he ignored Taibai Jinxing at all, just stared at Nezha, slammed the black stick in his hand, and shouted.

"Nezha, stop ahead!"

Who is Nezha? Since he was born from his mother's womb, he has been a devil in the world, fearing nothing.

He has always been the only one who seeks trouble from others, why has he ever been blocked here like this.

Especially now that he was in the Heavenly Court just now, had a disagreement with Li Jing and broke up, and was suffocated.

Looking at the black robe covered in magic, Nezha's eyes immediately turned cold.

He didn't talk nonsense, he just cursed angrily.

"Where did the demon come from, dare to act wild in front of your grandfather!"

After saying this, he didn't even ask about the origin of the black robe, and he fired his flaming spear to kill the black robe.

Hit and hit.

This move is exactly what Heipao wants.

In this case, even if he beat Nezha seriously, he would still have reason to shirk after returning, not afraid of Wutian's reprimand.

Thinking in his heart, the movements of the black robe's hands did not stop for a moment, and the black stick was raised high, and it also took the initiative to meet it.

Nezha is the incarnation of the lotus flower, the body is sanctified, the black robe is a demon who attains the Tao, and the boa constrictor becomes a spirit.

Compared with spells such as summoning wind and rain, physical combat is the method they are best at and most accustomed to.

The two of them didn't use mana to cast supernatural powers at all, they were just like monks who used martial arts to prove their way.

Black sticks, muskets, horizontal strikes and vertical chops, circles stretching and stretching, smashing and fighting hard.

But in the blink of an eye, the two sides had clashed and clashed hundreds of times in succession.

Its momentum is like torrential rain.

The strong wind escaped and expanded in a circle, disturbing the vitality of a hundred miles around and incomparably chaotic.

Squalls, heavy rain, frost, thunder and fire, blizzard, and dense fog emerged one after another, and the temperature rose and fell, and the changes were endless.

It's just that these abnormal anomalies couldn't touch Nezha and Heipao at all, and were directly crushed and restored to the purest vitality by their mana flowing outside.

"These two..."

The Dragon King of the Four Seas tremblingly poked his head out from the Lingyan Pavilion, the originally high-spirited, menacing aura had disappeared before he knew it.

Instead, it was full of vigilance.

They have made great progress in cultivation and are thinking about showing their talents.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiudao gave them a blow in the head in the blink of an eye.

Needless to say about Nezha's strength, the Dragon Clan knows him best.

After conferring the gods, the Dragon King of the East China Sea didn't even dare to think of revenge, so he could only hide in the East China Sea.

As for the black robe, although he had been trapped in the abyss of darkness before, his reputation was not obvious enough.

But he is the great protector of Wutian, and Wutian is a figure who can even be on the front line of Tathagata.

In terms of Taoism and mana, the black robe is still above Nezha.

Seeing this scene, the Dragon King of the Four Seas was naturally frustrated.

"This black-clothed man's supernatural powers are amazing. Even if we form a world-shaking formation, at most we can protect ourselves well, and we will definitely not be able to overwhelm her."

The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas looked at each other, and the same thought came to mind in unison.

Lingyan Pavilion is so conspicuous, naturally Heipao and Nezha can't miss it.

It's just that they really don't have time to pay attention to it now, and put their body and mind into the fighting method at hand.

"Where did this monster come from? It's so powerful."

Nezha's real title is "The Great God of the Three Altars of the Sea", and he is dedicated to subduing demons.

In the thousands of years since he became a god, many demons and ghosts have died in his hands.

Therefore, although he noticed that the black robe was full of evil energy and his cultivation was extremely advanced, Nezha didn't take it seriously.

He thought he was just an old monster who had been cultivating in a deep mountain forest for an unknown number of years.

This kind of thing has Tao and deeds, but has no corresponding mana.

In Nezha's eyes, he was simply something to be manipulated by him.

But when he really started to do it, Nezha found that this was not the case at all.

The black robe is not only highly cultivated, but also extremely skilled in mana luck. With just a black staff, the speed is far from fast.

He actually defeated his own two pointed spears.

Nezha couldn't believe his eyes.

"Two pointed guns can't hold you down, I want to see how many pieces you can hold!"