Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 163 Thunder God and Lightning Mother, Six or Nine Heavenly Thunder

Boom!

The thunder tonight has never stopped, and it is continuous.

The night sky has long been shrouded in dark clouds, the stars and the bright moon cannot be seen, and there is a kind of dullness of black clouds overwhelming the city.

Whoa!

The water flow of the West River suddenly became very turbulent, and vortices emerged on the water surface, showing the turbulence of the undercurrent below.

Zhang Qianyang focused his eyes and said, "It's coming!"

Jiaolong is here!

Following the instinct of the creature, it began to walk the Jiaohualong, along the ancient Xihe Road, and wanted to enter the Ganjiang River.

Moo!
The deep dragon roar sounded underwater, like thunder, which made people feel creepy.

A huge figure was swimming towards the mouth of the West River, a hundred feet long, looming on the surface of the water, which made people shudder.

A twist of the body can stir up rivers and rivers, such a terrifying giant, only the overlord of the water, the dragon!

But when this mighty dragon came under the General Bridge, it stopped suddenly.

Its dark and sharp scales stood up one after another, as if it felt something that it was extremely afraid of, and it didn't dare to swim forward.

It began to hover, and became more and more restless. Those scarlet dragon eyes were staring at the divine sword hanging under the bridge at the bottom of the water.

Although affected by the red liquid, it became very crazy and didn't have much sanity, but in its bones, it had an unforgettable fear of the divine sword that almost killed itself and suppressed itself for hundreds of years.

But fortunately, the Excalibur is still there, and the terrifying Taoist back then is no longer there.

Otherwise, not to mention walking away and eating people, it would not dare to come out even if it chained to Longjing.

"It works!"

Xu Qingxuan's eyes were slightly pleased, seeing that Jiaolong dared not come over, he knew that the formation formed by Zhang Qianyang had taken effect.

This Hanging Sword Slaying Dragon Ancient Formation really deserves its reputation!

Zhang Qianyang nodded and said with a smile: "Now, as long as it fails to escape, you can take advantage of its weakness and kill it!"

There was a trace of expectation in Xu Qingxuan's eyes.

If the dragon fails to escape, he will lose a lot of vitality and fall into weakness. At this time, it is the best time to slay the dragon!
Under the water, Jiaolong's voice became more and more urgent, full of anxiety and uneasiness.

It tried hard several times, trying to cross the General Bridge, but as soon as its steel-solid dragon body touched the sword-qi light curtain under the bridge, its skin would be ripped apart, and dragon blood would fly!

If you force your way in at any cost, I am afraid that even if you pass, there will only be one keel left.

The instinct to survive tells it that it must not force its way into it!

In fact, this dragon is also unlucky. It is a wild and alien species, and its strength is far stronger than ordinary dragons. If it is an ordinary magic sword, it is not a bad thing for it to rush past.

But the sword under this bridge happened to be the Wanren Excalibur, the fabled Dragon Slashing Sword!
After suffering a few times, Jiaolong finally began to learn how to behave. It dived into the bottom of the river and began to display its supernatural powers.

Whoa!

In an instant, Xihe became incomparably violent, setting off waves of turmoil and rushing towards the General Bridge.

If it is an ordinary ancient bridge, no matter how strong it is, it will not be able to withstand the attack of such a violent wave, and it will fall apart soon, but the General Bridge is completely unmoved.

No matter how big the waves are, I will stand still!
With the blessing of Zhang Qianyang's formation, this bridge possesses part of the divine power of the Wanren Sword. If you want to destroy this bridge, you must first break this sword!
This is almost an unsolvable formation!
At this moment, the Jiangjun Bridge is like a majestic pass, lying in front of the dragon, cutting off its ability to transform into a dragon, and cutting off its chance to enter the sea.

I don't know how long it took, the dragon finally got impatient, it let out a roar, and spit out a bead that was crystal clear like a ruby ​​in the water, bursting with myriads of divine brilliance.

That is its demon pill, also known as Dragon Ball.

With the emergence of the dragon ball, the dark clouds in the sky became more dense, as if all the water from the nine heavens converged here and poured down!

Electric lights lit up on the dragon's horns.

Boom!

The thunder and lightning became more violent, and the rain became more rapid, falling into the world like a knife, hitting the West River, and splashing big water.

The water level began to rise rapidly!
Zhang Qianyang's complexion changed, and he said, "No, it still has such magic power!"

Originally thought that the torrential rain just now was already the limit of the dragon, but he didn't think it could continue to call the wind and rain.

Zhang Qianyang understood that Jiaolong wanted the water level of the West River to rise so high that it could cross the Jiangjun Bridge, so that it could swim up the bridge and avoid the sharp edge of the Excalibur.

This is indeed a way to break the ancient formation of hanging swords and dragons, but ordinary flood dragons cannot do it.

Because after hanging the sword, it also has the effect of suppressing wind and rain, even if an ordinary flood dragon tries its best, it is impossible for the river to overflow the bridge.

But this dragon is an exception, because it is a prehistoric alien species, and its bloodline supernatural powers of calling wind and rain are far stronger than ordinary dragons.

Seeing the rapid rise of the water level, it has already overflowed Wan Renjian in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Qianyang took a deep breath, and regardless of the old wounds in his body, he began to step forward, pinch seals and chant mantras, and performed the five thunders in the sky.

"Unify the sky 36, the nine heavens are becoming universal. Transform into the ten directions, spread the chanting scriptures. Howling wind whips the sun and the moon, and subdues all demon spirits. Helps the ghosts of the long night, and thunderbolts will be born for ten thousand years!"

Boom!

A thunderbolt fell, pierced through layers of dark clouds, and split into the water of the West River.

What is surprising is that this thunderbolt turned out to be pale golden, full of radiant heavenly power, majestic and majestic.

As the pale golden thunder strikes down, phantoms of the father and mother of thunder and lightning appear in the sky.

That is not the real God of Leibu, but the vision of heaven and earth caused by the divine thunder, which symbolizes that this pale golden thunder is already extraordinary.

In "Shenxiao Wulei Zhengfa", four or nine sky thunders are already the ultimate in the mortal world, enough to wipe out most demons, and the lowest level of Yin God is required to practice.

On top of the forty-nine sky thunder is the six-nine sky thunder. It is said that it is a thunder that is cultivated from the sixth heaven.

Above the sixty-nine sky thunders, there are even more powerful thunders, but that is a realm that Zhang Qianyang has never touched. Perhaps only the old heavenly master can see its demeanor.

Boom!

The water surface of the West River exploded directly, and the six-nine-day thunder struck Jiaolong's body, immediately tearing his skin apart, and even a crack appeared in that crystal dragon bead.

Jiaolong let out a roar, very heartbroken, but he still didn't die, but continued to activate his supernatural powers to attract heavy rain.

It looked at Zhang Qianyang's eyes with a trace of hatred.

"puff!"

Zhang Qianyang spat out a big mouthful of blood, looking sluggish.

He had wounds from the male and female swords in his body, so it was not suitable to use the masculine thunder method. After forcibly triggering the thunder of six or nine days, it aggravated the old wounds in his body.

He wanted to continue to draw thunder, but he couldn't do it anymore.

"Damn it, if I'm still in the Yangshen Realm, a mere sixty-nine thunderbolt is nothing, I'll summon dozens of them to kill it!"

At this moment, Zhang Qianyang felt extremely aggrieved.

"Okay, don't talk big, the water is going to overflow the bridge soon!"

Xu Qingxuan frowned tightly, their shoes were all wet at this moment, and the water level kept rising, almost surpassing the bridge deck.

At this moment, a sword sound sounded.

Li Daoxuan controlled the sword in the air, and jumped onto the General Bridge with Chen Ziyu.

He didn't have time to speak, but he patted the gourd of the Three Realms and said, "Take it!"

The next moment, the gourd of the three realms flew into the air, became several feet in size, and began to roll up a column of water, sucking it into the gourd.

"Master, Xu Jianxian, I don't have enough mana, please help me!"

Li Daoxuan saw that the water absorption efficiency of the gourd was not fast enough, so he immediately said.

Zhang Qianyang and Xu Qingxuan looked at each other, and then reached out to hold Li Daoxuan's shoulders, injecting mana into his body.

In an instant, the Three Realms Gourd skyrocketed again, becoming nearly twenty feet in size, and its suction power increased sharply, rolling up water columns, like a giant whale absorbing water.

The water level of the West River finally dropped little by little.

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(End of this chapter)