Dragon King Father-in-Law Wants to Drown Me [Time Travel]

Linghu Su didn't have time to think about it, because a light flashed in her eyes, it was a frighteningly purple lightning strike from the sky, tearing apart the churning sea of ​​clouds, like a crack in the sky.

Linghu Sufei climbed onto him, relying on the dragon blood flowing in his body to sense the cultivation of the keel, and integrated it with his own cultivation accumulated in the underworld. Lei, moving it into the sea, shook the water wall hundreds of meters high, and the densely packed fish and sharks were stirred into the waves, flying countless spectacular arcs in the red clouds of the sky.

"Wow!" Mountain Moon Beast lay at the feet of Hades, sighing, "What kind of character is she, and why is she so powerful!"

"Han Xiang." Yan Wang suddenly called out.

Han Xiang was staring at the sky intently, and was called out unexpectedly. He didn't realize it for a while, but when he turned around, he saw that Hades had left with his hands behind his back.

Han Xiang didn't catch up, he thought, maybe he knew what Hades was going to say to him.

Among the people watching on the beach, a large part of them have witnessed the scene of Taichu beheading the dragon 800 years ago. At that time, it was in the blood-clothed coral bushes on the east seabed, and the whole jungle was illuminated by the bright red luster of the blood-clothed shells. It is inexplicably similar to the red glow that is all over the sky at this moment.

Han Xiang did not remember wrongly, nor did he read wrongly.

800 years ago, the dragon girl he saw on the coast of the East China Sea was indeed the blue dragon writhing in the sea of ​​clouds at this moment.At that time, the golden dragon who fought against the dead coral in the early days was also Long Yi who was fighting against the Dragon King today.

It turns out that through the red clouds all over the sky, the blue-glowing Long Yi will appear dazzling golden... If Han Xiang doesn't know that this is Long Yi, he may still recognize him as someone else as he did 800 years ago.

Was it so?

Han Xiang couldn't help thinking: If the relationship between the Emperor of Heaven and Taichu is not so rigid, if the Emperor of Heaven is willing to ask a few more questions, maybe Taichu will tell the details he knows, maybe people will know that Taichu actually killed Qinglong, maybe...

Perhaps Tiangong was not what it is today many years ago...

At this moment, Linghu Su, who flew into the clouds, could already see Long Yi up close. It was still the familiar blue dragon in his memory, but it was still golden when viewed from a distance from the ground.

Linghu Su didn't approach to disturb her, but Long Yi Tengyun whispered to her when he passed by Linghu Su: "Sister, you must remember me when we meet next time."

Linghu Su subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop her, but his fingertips slid across her hard scales. In the end, he didn't catch anything, but stared blankly at Long Yi flying towards the roaring Dragon King in the distance.

She was just about to catch up, but saw the moment when the Dragon King's ferocious dragon claws touched the clouds, countless thunder and lightning were aroused, and they slammed down on the ground fiercely.

Linghu Su didn't care about chasing Long Yi, and without thinking about it, he rushed towards the thunder and lightning at a more rapid speed, trying to intercept those death lights that were about to cause the death of all living beings.

Fortunately, the immortals on the ground didn't just join in the fun. When the waves rushed to the surrounding villages and towns, and when the thunder and lightning fell into the world, they had already stopped watching the fun and dispersed to various places, carrying innocent people with their own magic weapons and magic weapons. Dodging in the distance, some immortals with slightly higher spiritual power even stayed on the sea to help calm the storm and thunder caused by the anger of the East China Sea.

Seeing this momentum, the Dragon King has already gone mad. His bloodshot eyeballs shot through the thick clouds, making the world seem like the end of the world.

It was a long evening, and the red sun was hanging in the sky, as if watching a bloody game, a game of endless death.

Linghu Su was still swooping down to chase the lightning that was about to split into the world. Suddenly, she heard a mournful dragon chant, her mind went blank for a moment, she forgot what she was going to do next, and just froze in mid-air. Looking back suddenly, she saw a penetrating The lightning with ruthless anger landed on Long Yi.

Perhaps Long Yi still couldn't feel the pain, except for the dragon's roar, she didn't have any convulsions or struggles.

But the onlookers, the brave generals and gods of war who are as brave as killing demons and subdue demons, couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear to look at the dragon's tail that broke suddenly, and the rain of blood falling from the sky.

The blood fell head-on and hit Linghusu's face. She stuck out her tongue and licked a drop -- bitter, bitter.

During the years when Long Yi was not around, every time Linghu Su recalled this day, she couldn't help but think, if she had stopped Long Yi, maybe... Maybe she could still catch up with the moonlight that night, and the next morning... The sky full of clouds when the sun rises?

Linghu Su walked aimlessly in the mountains for a long time, until the sun faded and the twilight enveloped the mountains and forests.

Shanyue Beast lay on the ground, "Take a rest for a while, the monsters will be killed by you."

die?

This word seemed to have magic power, Linghu Su really stopped after hearing it.Before the Mountain Moon Beast had time to lie down, it was suddenly pulled up by its hind legs, and its whole body was hung upside down in the air.

Linghu Su's tone was condensed with ice, his face seemed to be frozen by ice, his eyes were cold: "Give me back the moon."

"Hey...you look like you're going to die, I'll give it back to you." Saying that, the Mountain Moon Beast jumped out of Linghu Su's hand and ran towards the cliff, jumping flexibly on the rocks with six legs, until it stopped. On a boulder jutting out of a cliff on a mountain stream.

It held its head up, and its figure gradually grew bigger in the twilight, so big that Linghu Su even felt that the boulder could not bear its weight at all, and was about to fall into the mountain stream with the stone and the beast.

The Mountain Moon Beast opened its mouth, and the mouth that occupied nearly half of its face seemed to be able to swallow the sky and the sun.

A round of shimmering full moon slowly emerged from its mouth, and slowly rose in the valley, getting higher and brighter, and the bushes that were originally invisible were now covered with a layer of silver. Yarn, in this cold night exudes a sad light.

The Mountain Moon Beast retracted its figure, turned back into a small body, and crawled to Linghu Su's feet, "How is it, is it spectacular?"

Although it has sanity, it still doesn't know how to read people's faces, and it doesn't know how to act with cameras.Apparently Linghu Su is not in the mood to talk nonsense with it now, she only heard her say with strength: "Don't follow me, you go..."

"I won't go!" Shanyue Beast rolled its eyes, and put its six feet on Linghusu's thigh, "The little villain is dead, so if I don't follow you, I'm afraid I'll be beaten and killed again if I go out. Linghu Su, protect me from now on! Who the hell are you? I think you are very powerful, you can even catch the thunder of the old demon dragon with your bare hands!"

Linghu Su's eyes were distracted, he looked at the moon in the sky with a cold halo through the treetops, and replied in a daze: "I am..."

Shanyue Beast held his breath, waiting for her answer.

Linghu Su thought for a long time...

Zhuosu?Linghu Su?Hubu Shangshu?Wandering spirit?

The moon rose to the highest point, and sprinkled spots of mottled spots in the valley. Linghu Su's eyes became clear again, and he gritted his teeth and said one word at a time:

"I am an ancient Kunlun beast, a nine-tailed fox!"

After finishing speaking, Linghu Su turned around and went down the mountain, his robe fluttering in the evening wind, the moonlight shone through the treetops, smudged the belated night.

At this moment, the gate of ghosts in the underworld for souls to enter and exit is wide open, and there are a steady stream of ghost messengers to lure souls in, bustling like a busy city, full of ghost shadows.

Linghu Su looked at the new ghost from the world indifferently, without any disturbance in his heart.

It happened that Xuehua came out of the ghost gate, the two met each other and looked at each other silently, Xuehua only said two words: "My condolences."

With a blank expression on his face, Linghu Su brushed past him and walked straight to the bank of Huangquan.

Granny Meng was serving soup at the bridge of Naihe, there were so many ghosts today, the big pot of soup was almost empty, Linghu Su walked up to her coldly, and asked coldly, "Where is the King of Hades?"

"Linghusu...I..." Granny Meng lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong, "I'm sorry..."

"Where is Hades?" Linghu Su asked again.

"The bottom of Huangquan."

"Thank you."

Watching Linghu Su fall into the underworld, Meng Po couldn't help but burst into tears again, "I'm sorry..."

When Yan Wang saw Linghu Su approaching with a cold face, he didn't know what to say for a moment, he just leaned against the big sacred tree and let out a long sigh.

"Get out of the way." Linghu Su's voice did not have any ups and downs, but it made people feel cold from head to toe.

"Linghu Su, Long Yi will still..."

"What else?" Linghu Su sneered, "You want to say that she will come back? Heh... I know she will come back, but I have other things to do now. You - get out of the way."

Yan Wang finally realized that something was wrong, "What do you want to do?"

Linghu Su didn't talk nonsense with him, the spiritual power flowing in his hands was accompanied by an instant burst of anger, he slammed onto Hades, and forcefully pulled him away from the big sacred tree.

Hades: "...what are you going to do?"

"Is it you?" Linghu Su waved a sharp sword and stabbed viciously at the Great Shenmu.

"what are you doing!!"

Another cold sword light flashed, and Linghu Su struck again, "What are you afraid of?!"

Yan Wang flew over, wanting to stop Linghu Su from going crazy, he stopped Linghu Su's hand that was slashed in the air, and looked directly into her eyes full of anger, "Master Mu Ruozuo, you will be to blame for death!"

"Okay!" Linghu Sumeng raised his hand, freed from Hades' restraint, and expressed indifference, "I'll chop off this big sacred tree today, let's see who dares to say something more!!"

After finishing speaking, Linghu Su gathered his whole body's cultivation, instantly, the dark and muddy space was illuminated by dazzling flames, and a strong air current pushed Hades back a few steps.

The long-lost panic finally appeared on Yan Wang's face.

He clearly knew that at this moment, no matter how much he struggled, it would be useless, but he still refused to give up, still trying to stop Linghu Su with an angry roar.

However, even if he is the King of Hades, with thousands of years of cultivation, in front of the dragon bone—even though it is only a short section of the dragon's tail, he can only watch helplessly. Linghu Su was torn apart and spread out under the underworld...

The Great Shenmu takes root in Kunlun, grows from top to bottom, travels through the three realms of gods, humans, and ghosts, and finally ends in Huangquan.

No one knows whether it was Kunlun Mountain or the Great Shenmu first.

Some people say that it was the ax that fell into the mountain when Pan Gu split the world; others said that it was the giant tree planted by the gods to communicate Yin and Yang; others said that it was the final destination of all souls in the world. That is what people often call chaos.

A burst of destructive spiritual flow pierced through the darkness, wrapped in a shining sharp sword, and ruthlessly plunged into the big sacred tree.

Suddenly, the whole underworld was in turmoil, and the water in the underworld was surging—this was an unprecedented scene. No matter how old people were at the bank of the underworld at this time, in their lifetime, they had never seen the underworld swallowing countless ghosts with roars. Yijiang/Qingshui became pitch black and bottomless, as if the resentment and hatred that had been deposited for thousands of years broke through the ground at the same time, and its majestic momentum was unstoppable by heaven and earth.

Yan Wang leaned limply on the rock wall, staring blankly at what he could no longer stop...

The sharp sword pierced the big Shenmu with several shocking wounds, and light flew out from the cracks again, running towards Linghu Su like a moth to a flame. The frames hidden in the halo contained the memories of Long Yiming's past. The picture, like a veil, floated past the eyes, completely melting into Linghu Su's body...

The author has something to say:

Red and green can be adjusted into yellow according to a certain ratio.

Coupled with the reflection of the light and the infinite imagination of the cuties, it will definitely become the shining golden Longyi that everyone sees on the beach!