Fu Canglu

Chapter 9

In the hanging pavilion in the sky of Lanling City, there is a literati with a feather fan and a scarf looking north.

Overcast and dark clouds loomed in the distance, and a ray of sky light closely connected the night.

"Big age."

Yuan Tiangang was talking to himself, and the old man behind him was just silent, half of his white hair was loose, covering his eyes, the exposed eye was so cloudy that he couldn't see.

"Before the Spring and Autumn Period, it was rumored that there was a giant fairy tower in the sky, and there were countless treasures. The immortal planted a green lotus and a white carp in the chaotic pond in front of the giant tower. Luck was stolen. The Western Chu swordsmith who accompanied him saw the sword hidden in the giant tower, blinded himself, and walked out of the fairy building." Yuan Tiangang squinted his eyes and said to himself, "Then the fairy building collapsed, and the luck was broken , There have been no immortals in 100 years."

"The ancestor of the Mu family is Mu Guizi, the number one swordsmith in Western Chu." Yuan Tiangang shook his feather fan lightly, his immature eyes seemed to see clearly what happened in the distance, "He created the giant fish in the pond, Come to seal this lost immortal energy, just wait for the present to become an immortal to revive the former overlord."

"This matter is too unpredictable. If the overlord is resurrected, what are the years I have worked so hard to plan for Qi Liang?" Yuan Tiangang laughed at himself, "The fish has changed now, and it has been working so hard for 100 years. He only showed up to transform into a dragon, but now he sees the celestial rain fall so lively, how dare a leopard eat a bear's heart and dare to show his head."

"He wants to ascend to immortality and open the gate of heaven, so I will cut off his thoughts," Yuan Tiangang's eyes flashed with gloom, "I want to see who can stop this great world from coming."

"Winning the bow, the middle section of the Qi River." Yuan Tiangang didn't say much, and looked towards the north of the Qi River with a blank expression.

The white-haired and blind old man knew what he was doing, he grasped something with his virtual fingers, put it on the invisible bow constructed by the other hand, he could hold the carved bow like a full moon, looking north at the Qijiang River, the momentum was like a rainbow, and he just waited for it to be released.

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Under the old locust tree, An Yunchang was playing with the old man.

The smile on the old Huai ghost's face was more than three points, and all the leaves behind him were blown away by the wind, fluttering and flying towards the direction of Qijiang River, and condensed into a human shape in the air.

Haohao seems to be relying on emptiness to control the sky, with his feet on the cool breeze and countless spring rains on his head.

It was the great method for the soul to get out of the body. With a smile on his face, the old Huai squinted at the hideous monster in Qijiang, as if he was looking at a small bug, "Chi Yu Chi Yu finally got the courage to go out of that place!" Does Juque Pond want to transform into a dragon, or into a unicorn?"

"After all, he made a wedding dress for me," Lao Huai burst into tears, "Western Chu will be restored today!"

Take one step, and thousands of miles will become a long road under your feet.

The waves of the Qijiang River were surging, and the monster with the python head and silver scales roared, and opened its bloody mouth, the bloody breath rose into the sky, and the whole body was about to fly upwards. The sun came down, eloquently.

The python-headed monster danced in the sky. During its flight, the silver scales on the front half of its body fell off, giving birth to shining golden scales. Its front body stretched out two claws, like a giant dragon with head and claws, straight to the sky.

The python's head crossed into a dragon's face, giving birth to immature dragon horns, and the round mouth gradually became narrow and majestic after being bathed in the holy light.

Transform into a dragon!

100 years ago, the fairy went down to the fish in the pond, and today he transforms into a dragon!

Xiao Yi and Lao Duan had already crossed the Qi River at this time, they were exhausted on the shore, but they were dumbfounded.

"How many years has this earthworm practiced, can it really transform into a dragon today?" Old Duan murmured.

"The Four Sacred Books record that Hualong possesses countless good fortunes," Xiao Yimu looked at Jiang Xin's incredible miracle, "One day Hualong jumps over the Heavenly Gate and survives nine catastrophes. The Tao was written casually to fool children, and I never thought it was true."

Suddenly there was pain between the brows, and the darkness in front of his eyes brightened again. Xiao Yi raised his eyes, and saw countless bruises flying towards Jiang Xin.

"Is this luck?"

There was a phantom of a green lotus swaying gently in his mind, and Xiao Yi read endlessly, and was also awed by this amazing picture, with countless doubts in his heart,
It is recorded in the book that strange people can see the luck clearly. Purple Qi comes from the east, and purple is the most noble, followed by green. If the luck is exhausted and the person is about to die, the whole body is black.

There are countless purple qi gathered in the heart of the river, so you can't look directly at it!What kind of luck is this, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a country's luck.

But he saw a figure flying over, blocking between Tianmen and Chiyu.

The old figure was like a dead tree, but it was as unshakable as a mountain. With a long roar, he slapped his palm on the huge dragon's head. The fish in the pond bleed red gold blood from both eyes, and roared, but had to stop the flying dragon momentum.

"You beast, give me back my luck in Xichu!"

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, the old man Hengkong was full of dead energy, he was a person whose lifespan should have ended long ago, entangled in black energy, an old monster who should have been dead for many years.

The old monster's long hair fluttered in the air, and his momentum soared in an instant. He held the two dragon horns on the huge dragon's head with both hands out of thin air, and used one hand to pass the dead breath and the other to inhale luck.

However, it can be seen that a steady stream of black air is transported into the pond fish that should have been soaring, and the purple air is continuously extracted. The dragon's head continues to wither amidst the roaring sound, and the golden shiny scales peel off like dead wood.

"It's a good trick to steal the sky and change the day. With such great luck, I made a wedding dress like this."

A few miles away from the city, An Yunchang squinted at the vision of the Qijiang River, unhurriedly took out a kit from his pocket, opened it, glanced at it, and said in amazement, "The national teacher has no plans, and An admire."

At the same time, the chess pieces of life and death are all tied together, and the bondage is immediately released!
An Yunchang snorted angrily, the phantom of the old locust tree was shattered into pieces, and his whole body turned into a white rainbow soaring into the sky.

"Don't An Yunchang want to miss the good things of Western Chu!" The old Huai Gui, who had survived for an unknown number of years, looked at him coldly. With the luck of the dragon, you can resurrect the former overlord who was invincible in the sky and the earth.

"If you want to revive the overlord of Western Chu who swallowed mountains and rivers," An Yunchang flew into the midair of Qijiang in an instant, "wouldn't the Northern Wei Qiliang become a joke?"

"Get out!!" With a roar, like the roar of a giant dragon, a purple blue sun rose behind Mu Guizi, who had absorbed most of his luck. The sun was bathed in heavy rain, and the treasure looked dignified.

"You think Qi Liang of the Northern Wei Dynasty is a joke, do you also think I am a joke?" An Yunchang squinted his eyes, patted with a pair of jade hands, and the flowers and wine around his waist turned into a water curtain, opening up a piece of heaven and earth.

At that moment, he smiled relaxedly at the little prince, "Your Highness, just treat it as watching a play."

On cloudy and rainy days, pond fish transform into dragons, and the purple sun rises into the sky. Wood devils use the luck of transforming dragons to open the gate of heaven and become immortals.

In the Qijiang River, flowers and wine cover the sky, green clothes flutter, and An Yunchang invites the bright moon out of Guanshan with his hands like Tan Ruyu.

The old man An's momentum soared, his eyebrows were flying, and he shouted, "Yue Lai!"

The clouds in Tianxin were directly torn apart by a pair of giant hands covering the sky, and a round of Ran Ranhaoyue flew up from Guanshan and stopped directly above An Yunchang.

The center of the river is like a big bowl turned upside down, high on the outside and low on the inside, the river is pushed aside with a bang, and the bright moon sweeps across the river!
Confronting Ziri, neither side will give way.

The bright moon comes out of Guanshan!
(End of this chapter)