Chapter 4 Blue Water Dragon Fury

In the early morning, there is a vastness between heaven and earth, and the fog is permeated.

Ten kilometers away from the "sea of dead silence", on a huge island, five tall green-haired men stand like a mountain, with an iron-colored face.

Most of these men have a strong and handsome face, and their figures are straight and slender. They are all four and five meters away. There is no feeling of bloatedness and strength, and the curves are extremely perfect.

In the middle of the five men, an old man in a green robe sat cross-legged. The old man's eyes were closed, his face was as vicissitudes, and he was as quiet as a stone.

For a long time, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, looked sad, and whispered, "Little Fourteen is dead."

"What? How is that possible?" A man with extremely open shoulders on the left shouted in a dull voice, like a heavy hammer.

"It's really dead. I can't feel the fluctuation of Xiaoshi's consciousness anymore." The old man took a long breath and looked at the East with sad eyes, looking sad.

Each patriarch of the dragon clan will practice a divine secret method, which can make the patriarch have a close spiritual connection with all the dragons in the clan. Such a connection cannot be deeply communicated, but can know the life breath of each dragon in the clan.

Once the fire of life is extinguished, the divine mind will dissipate and the patriarch can perceive it.

At the moment when the fog was over the sea, the fire of life of Dragon Fourteen had just been extinguished.

"Who killed Xiao Shisi, patriarch, let me kill his whole family." A short green-haired man on the right said angrily. He clenched his fists and his knuckles crackled. Every time it sounded, there would be a green electric light bursting in the air.

The old man closed his eyes and said nothing, but looked sad.

"Jimo, the 'Water Emperor's Secret Collection' is about to open. We must refresh ourselves. Little Fourteen is dead, and we can't have no more meaningless losses."

The shorter man roared loudly, "No, whoever kills the children of our 'Bishui Dragon Clan' must pay for it with his life. On this 100,000-mile endless sea, I want to slaughter the whole family." His voice was full of the smell of anger, with green light lingering all over his body, and a huge dragon head light and shadow loomed.

"Yes, there are only a few people who can kill Xiao Shisi. As soon as you inquire about it, you may be able to come to the conclusion that no matter who, even the children of the other two dragon clans, we can't let go of it, blood and blood to pay for it." The green-haired man with open shoulders also roared loudly, and his eyes were full of light.

"No, the battle of the 'Water Emperor' is about to start, which is related to the luck of our 'Bishui' family in the next 500 years. Xiao Shisi is dead. At present, there are only eight people left in the power of our dragon clan, and we can't afford to lose it anymore." A tough middle-aged man on the left said in a low voice.

"Nu Cang, what do you mean? Is it just the death of Little Fourteen? The man with open shoulders was indignant.

"What if you die? The strength of the people who can kill Little Fourteen is extraordinary. If it is mixed with the forces of the other two dragon clans or one of the four guys, it is likely to be a trap and a huge conspiracy to weaken our strength." The middle-aged man smiled coldly and was ridiculed.

"Are you laughing at my wisdom? Obviously, you are cowardly and timid. Don't get him or the mother involved in anything else. The big man is roaring.

"Idiot..., I don't have the same experience as you."

"Try to say one more sentence?"

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"Shut up."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, not loud, but with irresistible indifference, which stunned the two swordsmanships.

On the side of the sea, a slender sword-like figure stood alone, with his back to everyone. The sun cast a hazy light from the blue-gray clouds, reflected on his body, and outlined a knife-like silhouette on the ground.

The long green hair floats in the wind like willow catkins, and the wind blows, straight like a needle.

At this moment, none of the six blue water dragons on the island dared to reply, including the patriarch Long Cangran.

The man with long hair turned around and showed a handsome face. Unfortunately, a long oblique scar from his eyebrows to his right cheek completely destroyed the beauty and looked particularly ferocious. The man's eyes were as sharp as a knife, but it was cold and chilling.

The ice knife-like eyes flashed over the five people on the island. Everyone felt like a needle and dared not touch its edge.

The man with extremely open shoulders looked angry, but he could only turn his head, while the middle-aged man looked complicated and his head drooped slightly to avoid the sharp eyes of the other party.

"The war is coming, don't mess around."

The long-haired man said indifferently, but he didn't see his body move. When the words fell, he had already come to Long Cangran, the chief of Bishui clan.

The old man crossed his knees and looked up at the long-haired man.

"Pearst, let me go. I will take revenge for Xiaoshi and get back what belongs to our 'Bishui' family."

The long-haired man is indifferent, but there is a tingling light in his eyes.

The old man stared at the long-haired man for a moment, nodded and said, "I know. Go ahead." Just remember that in any case, you have to come back alive. You are the first force of our 'Bishui' family, and the battle of 'Water Emperor' cannot be separated from you.

The long-haired man nodded, and his feet trembled slightly. The huge island of tens of thousands of meters immediately sank an inch silently, as if it had been suppressed by a huge weight. After a moment, the long-haired man's figure rose to the sky, the island collapsed and scattered, and the clouds overflowed above the sky, as if it had been cut, showing a Long green traces.

"Void flight... Killing pills actually reached the realm of Junhou..."

The five men on the island were stunned one after another. Only the patriarch Long was silent and his eyes were like smoke. He looked in the direction of the sea of dead silence. There, a blood-like glow was rising to the sky, as if indicating the upcoming killing.

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Long Shisi quietly opened his eyes, and his eyes were awe-inspiring.

"Soul One, from then on, your name will be Soul One."

Wu Pengwei's voice sounded in the mind of Dragon Fourteen, cold and powerful, like the voice of a king.

Dragon Fourteen looked dull. In the center of his forehead, the originally empty place was filled with a diamond-shaped crystal, emitting a deep light.

"Hunyi, my name is...Hunyi."

He muttered in a low voice. In the illusion in his mind, Wu Pengwei's figure floated high above the nine heavens, shining and awe-inning, like a god king, controlling all the deepest forces of the soul.

"My name is Soul One, my master."

The image in the mind refracts into the nerves, and the gray prism crystal emits infinite power, triggering some necrotic nerves and completely activating the stagnant brain of Dragon 14. At this moment, the former Bishui Dragon XIV has disappeared, and there is only a dragon puppet that is completely under the order of Wu Pengwei. .

A powerful puppet who is intact and can meticulously carry out Wu Pengwei's orders.

"What is this? Oh, my God, what the hell is this? Brother Wei, what spell did you use? Oh, my God, you're not a ghost and god, are you... Soul-rejumation, the legendary soul-rejumation... "The words must be on the side and your face is pale and incoherent.

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently and patted him on the shoulder: "Go out. This is not a soul-giving skill. I'll teach you when I have a chance."

He was slightly stunned, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed and returned to the island again.

On the side of the sea, Xing Tianwu was holding the fire dragon soul blade in his hand. His eyes were closed, and his face was painful. Obviously, he was communicating with the soul blade.

In the distance, on the other side of the island, Aoki also closed his eyes and communicated with the soul weapon "Wolf Soul Armor".

Soul weapons, especially powerful soul weapons, not only need the suppression of power, but also need spiritual communication. They can only make them completely submit. The higher the degree of fit, the greater the power they exert.

In the island, only Mr. Shuijing was leisurely. He sat alone on a reef, waved a folding fan in his hand, and his robe flew over, looking like a feather turned into a fairy.

"Oh, sir, I haven't seen you for two months. I miss you so much."

Words must be lost in the fantasy and worked hard for two months. He was skilled and repaired the body of Dragon Fourteen in less than 50 days. The next ten days were boring and nothing. The fantasy was gray everywhere, without wine or meat, let alone beautiful women, not even a speaker, and the only companion was still dead. The corpse almost made him crazy.

Mr. Shuijing shook his folding fan and said with dignity, "I'm impatient and reckless. What kind of style are you doing? Is this what your master's 'Magic Doctor' educates you like this? There is no courtesy at all."

Yan must be stunned and quickly bowed to salute, but secretly scolded himself "pretling".

Wu Pengwei didn't care about this and walked straight into the waves. Long Shisi quietly followed him and rushed into the sea, letting Wu Pengwei step on his shoulder and ride the wind and waves.

It went deep into the waves, about 2,000 kilometers away from the island before it stopped.

Wu Pengwei looked for a reef, and then sat cross-legged on it, with his eyes closed and silent.

In his mind, a huge picture of the starry sky is showing, and the "Heavenly Resolve", which has not been cultivated for a long time, once again swept through his heart.

The silver light man in his mind once again emitted infinite magical power, covering his whole mind.

The brain is running rapidly. In the "Tian Canjue" cooperates with the map of the starry sky, the part about the realm of thousands of people stands out and opens like a picture scroll in his mind, and Wu Pengwei's mind is like the sharpest pen, constantly sweeping on it, and the most delicate analysis to find out the flaws.

Time is as quiet as water, and unconsciously, the twilight comes quietly.

In the very faraway place, a little green mark tore the clouds and flew to the island where Wu Pengwei was alive.