Chapter 8 The storm is about to rise

One hundred thousand miles of endless sea, south of the center, an isolated island as dark as ink.

Above the isolated island, there is a boundless darkness. This black is different, like the strongest black in the middle of the night, without a trace of vitality. The clouds above the sea were open, and the blue-gray light shot down, with a circle of faint waves on the surface of the water. The fog surged across the endless sea, but it automatically stopped five meters around the isolated island.

It seems that the island is a forbidden area, a forbidden area completely isolated from the light.

On the island, it is difficult to see five fingers in the dark hand.

"Wings............"

A long hissing sound suddenly came from the sky piled up with thousands of clouds. The hole was as sharp as iron. A huge yellow bird with wings of more than ten meters came through the air, like a pair of yellow scissors. Wherever it passed, the clouds were torn and rolled into smoke.

The big bird landed on the empty island and shook its body, revealing its straight and slender body. A pair of huge black wings kept swaying behind it, standing lightly in the air, shouting at the isolated island: "Is it all right? I came to talk to the marquis by the order of 'Grandma Zi'. I don't know if the marquis is Do you accept it?"

After a while, a low man's voice came from the dark island, hoarse and coarse mine.

"Since grandma has an order, Peng Qinghou, please come down."

As soon as the voice fell, followed by a "boom", a circle of invisible energy storm burst into the air on the isolated island. The yellow-haired man with wings in the sky just closed his wings behind his back, and the arrow fell straight down, but there was no sound when he landed lightly.

He walked in a good way. Just one step is more than dozens of steps away than ordinary people. More than ten steps later, he has come to the center of the island.

In the center, a burly and slender man was cross-legged, with long black hair casually scattered behind his head, a cyan robe hanging on the ground, and his back was indescribably unrestrained.

The yellow-haired man stopped 20 meters away and said with a smile, "'Suspice', grandma came to ask me to ask you to leave."

The black-haired man did it on the back, and his head was not picked up. He just asked faintly, "Why?"

The yellow-haired man spread his hands and smiled strangely, "My grandma just asked you to go, and she didn't say anything else."

"Oh, in this case, please ask Peng Qinghou to reply to grandma for me. I haven't understood the eight methods of dragonization before the water was cut off. If you don't want to go out of the customs, you can go back."

"Go back?" The yellow-haired man shouted strangely, "Are you kidding me? Grandma asked you to go back to the water palace, but you didn't go. I think you are practicing human skills and your brain is broken."

The black-haired man responded faintly: "My head is not bothered by Peng Qinghou. Let's go back now. Don't disturb my Qingxiu."

"Qing Xiu, Qing Xiu, you are a ghost. You have been sitting here for 80 years, and the three dragon clans have turned upside down. Now that the 'Secret Collection of the Water Emperor' is about to open, and the candidates for a new generation of Water Emperor are also determined. Don't you have a trace of ambition? The yellow-haired man put his hands on his chest and sneered, with a pair of black wings constantly flapping behind him.

"Is that what grandma asked you to say? I'm sorry, I'm on retreating. I don't want to be contaminated with right and wrong. The dark-haired man's voice is as usual, and there is no wave.

"Fuck, it's really a stone."

The yellow-haired man cursed in a low voice, and he was extremely annoyed.

But he also knows that the black-haired man in front of him is extremely strong, his talent is very different from that of other races, and he is good at thinking. When he was young, he went to the martial arts school on earth. His strength was far stronger than his peers, and he was known as the most outstanding dragon talent after the dragon tyrant.

However, such "dragon talent" is born with a heart of stone. It seems that nothing else can mention his interest except closed meditation and meditation.

"It seems that grandma is right. If you want him to leave, you can only say that."

Pay attention to the yellow-haired Chinese characters. He rose up, and a pair of wings waved their wings and flew straight to the sky. It was not until the isolated island under him became a small black spot that he was lucky to shout loudly: "'broken water marquis', grandma said that your father's death is related to the dragon sky. Now as long as the 'water emperor's secret can be opened, you can find your father. The real cause of death."

The sound is like a straight and invisible pillar of light, gathering but not dispersing, penetrating straight down and falling straight on the top of the head of the dark-haired man.

The silent silence is like the silence before the storm.

"What did you say? Do you say it again?"

Screamingly, a sharp roar came from far to near, in less than a blink of an eye.

The clouds and waves in the air rolled up, as if it had been cut by a big knife. In the blink of an eye, there was already a huge cyan figure in front of the yellow-haired man.

"Peng Qinghou, what are you talking about?"

The huge cyan figure is under pressure, and the vast pressure is pressing on his face. The oppressed yellow-haired man can hardly speak. He also has the primary power of "Marshal", but somehow, the power is suppressed to death, and it is difficult to evaporate.

The yellow-haired man licked his dry lips, looked at the man with a black-haired shawl in front of him, and his eyes were as quiet as water. He whispered, "'The water marquis', grandma said, a hundred years ago, the last water emperor was plotted to death."

"Peng Qinghou, you have figured it out. If you lie to me, I will definitely tear you to pieces."

The man interrupted the yellow-haired man's words coldly and stared at the other party quietly, but the yellow-haired man felt as if he had been swept by two knives and sweated coldly.

"I, why did I lie to you? Grandma said this. If you don't believe it, you can ask. The yellow-haired man forced a smile, his smile was a little far-fetched, and he looked as ugly as crying.

The man did not answer, but just turned around and punched the isolated island below.

"Boom........."

A pair of trained black light came out and turned into a huge black dragon, which instantly crushed the isolated island. There was no residue left. The impact of the black dragon was huge. After crushing the isolated island, it rushed straight into the waves, setting off a huge wave and a huge whirlpool with a diameter of 100 meters. Vortex.

"If you dare to lie to me, there is this island."

The man's tone was indifferent. After saying that, he stepped out one step, and a pair of black light wings poked out from behind him.

The yellow-haired man looked at the huge whirlpool on the sea, swallowed his saliva, and subconsciously touched his chest. After a long time, he came to his senses and cursed, "He's mother, how dares to intimidate me. I'm scared."

The yellow-haired man looked extremely annoyed and roared, as if he had vented the depression in his heart. He danced a pair of wings and chased the direction of the black-haired man's disappearance, faster than the thunder.

........................

At the northern end of the "endless sea" of 100,000 miles, the sea is the most turbulent here. All the waves sweep here, and you will encounter the most solid cliff community, and then hit the opposite direction. The water level here is the most unfathomable, and it is also the deepest and dangerous sea area of the "Endless Sea".

Under the deep sea at the north end, in the deepest place, a majestic and burly dragon-shaped palace is standing in the most turbulent place of the undercurrent.

The endless undercurrent collides in front of the palace. The force of each collision is enough to open the mountain rift stone, which can touch the wall of the palace and silently retreat back, like the gentlest stream, gently brushing the pebbles in the mountains.

Before the palace, the undercurrent roared, and after the palace, the undercurrent raged.

Only this blue-gray leading building is unaffected and stands quietly in the deepest place at the northern end of the endless sea.

This is the most sacred place in the "Endless Sea" of 100,000 miles.

The father of millions of deep-sea aquariums, the palace of the Fire Dragon.

In the hall, the light is dim and turbid.

A handful of cyan candles ignited, swaying like beans, emitting a faint blue-gray luster.

In the deep sea, there is no firelight. This firelight is no longer a vulgar flame, but a fireworks symbolizing the life of the sea clan. It is rumored that when the fireworks are extinguished, it is the time when the deep-sea aquarium is destroyed, and it is also the time when heaven and earth collapses.

After the candlelight, there was an old man with a rickety body. He lowered his head, put on an old monk robe, held a rosary made of white bones in his hand, closed his eyes, read words in his mouth, and chanted the ethereal Buddha's name with a heavy voice.

Although the old man's body is crooked, his body is still extremely huge, even taller than the dragon man. Just sitting alone is three meters away. His knees are intertwined, hidden in the hem of the shabby monk's robe. His long gray hair has been hanging from his shoulders to the ground, looming in the candlelight swaying in front of him.

"Canglong, where are you?"

At the end of the hall, an old call suddenly came from afar. The sound seemed to pass through the endless time and space, as if it were from the other end of the world, erratic and low.

The rickety old man suddenly opened his closed eyes, crawled to the ground, and shouted in a low voice, "The dragon is here, God King, what do you need to transmit your mind in person?"

At the end of the hall, a blazing light suddenly ignited. In the light, there was a huge high-footed bronze mirror. In the mirror, a red giant with a strange face was suspended in the rolling clouds, like an ancient god.

"Old, my servant, my mind can't penetrate the prohibition of the endless sea, and can only transmit my meaning to you through this soul weapon."

The giant's voice is erratic and low, with supreme majesty.

"Everything is at your command. My God King, Canglong is willing to dedicate everything to you."

The old man crawled on the ground with a pious face.

"Canglong, a few months ago, a bastard of the 'Tianji clan' killed the founder of my 'bloody' family. This is the second 'bloody' clan he killed in a year. I'm very angry, but the 'Endless sea' is one of the forbidden areas set by our three founders. I can't touch the hand of judgment. In the sea, Canglong, my student, I can only spread my anger to you. I hope you can smash the remnants of this 'Tianji clan' for me.

"Your anger is my anger, God King, I will calm your anger with the blood of the remnants of 'Tianji'."

The red giant in the ancient mirror nodded, and with a round of arms, a young man's light and shadow appeared in the mirror.

The young man's eyebrows are elegant, and his eyes are as quiet as water, deep and far away.

It is the portrait of Wu Pengwei.

The portrait is clearly reflected in the mirror. When the old man firmly engraved this pair of light and shadow in his mind, the bright light in the bronze mirror gradually dissipated and returned to the original gloomy.

The old man crawled on the ground and straightened up until the light dissipated.

The old man gently patted the ground with his left hand, and his huge body rose in the air, leaped over a distance of dozens of meters, and fell on the platform.

On the platform, there is a high-footed bronze ancient mirror.

The old man held the mirror rod in his hand and pulled the rod up.

The mirror broke through the ground, and the stick body was slender. Except for the four-square bronze mirror at the end, the rod body was straight and slender like a long gun made of copper.

"The soul of the dragon, the soul returns, the soul returns."

The old man recited in a low voice, with a blue light in his eyes.

At the same time, there was a slight tremor under the platform, and then the tremor became more and more frequent. Finally, an ancient beast-like roar came from the bottom of the sea, and a huge bronze dragon broke through the earth, carrying the old man through the waves and went straight to the sky.