Taoist chanting

Chapter 509 Withstand the Pressure
Assaulted by invisible pressure, Zhang Wenfeng almost fell to the ground with his buttocks. He reacted quickly, took half a step back with his right leg, lowered his waist, squatted down, and bowed slightly to form a big bow. "Crackling" sound.

Without panic, he silently recited the fourth line of the Daoist Sutra against a seemingly solidified force, and a golden light invisible to the naked eye washed over his body.

Although the coercion is still as heavy as a mountain, the whole person is much more relaxed.

The magical power of the "blue light covering spell" was cast, and the blue-gold brilliance was suppressed and flowed thinly in the robe, and the protection of the Tibetan-wood Taoist robe and the condensing disk was exerted, and the blue and green light waves on the body shone.

Zhang Wenfeng's eyes were indifferent, immersed in the state of "quietness", and he quickly thought about the way to break the situation.

The accident has already happened, and he will not blame others.

Before he came down, he considered that he would encounter danger, but he didn't expect that they faced such a powerful guy this time, who suppressed this place for thousands of years, and the remaining dragon souls didn't need to show their faces, just the power of Long almost overwhelmed them Gotta get down.

The piles of powder on the ground are all proofs that the monks of the past came here and died tragically under Longwei.

A low dragon chant came from the darkness: "Humans are interesting. They have little cultivation and can withstand the pressure of this king's dragon power. Then let's play for a few more years. This king is very bored, watching human beings toss and turn in pain. Life is better than death, and the mood can be a little better."

The dragon chant frightened the whole space to buzz.

There are waves of low echoes and vibrations.

Zhang Wenfeng recited Chapter 1 of "The Classic of Taoism" silently, and kept washing his body with invisible golden light to expel some indescribable negative influences.

Under the pressure of the huge force, his thought power changed from invisible and shadowless to subtle fluctuations that seemed to be substantive, repelling and spreading out one by one, up to two feet away, fighting against the dragon's power, causing weak fluctuations in the air distortion.

In the face of the teasing and teasing of the invincible existence, he did not provoke with harsh words, which would only lead to a worse death, and distractedly said, "I don't know what your name is?"

It was only after he said it that he realized that his voice was hoarse and rough, which was extremely unpleasant.

"Little ants, you don't deserve to know the name of this king. When you have the ability to survive for three years, this king may show mercy and give you a happy death, so that you will die to pieces."

The dragon roar was full of arrogance and disdain.

It seems that because of poverty and boredom, I reluctantly chat with humans, just to have some fun.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head with difficulty to look at Yang Shuilan, who was pushed back a few steps by the coercion. He couldn't see the figure clearly, and his whole body became a cloud of blue mist, with the sound of water coming out of it. optimism.

He glanced to the left and right. Under the coercion, his spiritual sense didn't work, and his spiritual eye technique couldn't see very far.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency Dragon King, has anyone escaped from here for thousands of years?"

Fortunately, the dragon soul did not continue to increase the pressure, and maintained a certain range, so that Zhang Wenfeng could distract himself from thinking and sounding out. He needed to learn more about the situation, so as to attract the remnant soul to talk to him a few more words.

"Escape? Haha, do you think that before the upper and lower realms were divided, there are masters above the sixth level everywhere? Nowadays, the little guys are getting weaker with each generation. If they are destined to come in and meet the king, no one can escape. The suppression of this king is nothing more than the length of time.

I remember that there was a sixth-level martial artist, whose bones were mixed with gold and jade. It seemed that he had endured it for almost 100 years. Finally, the aura ebbed. I was reluctant to let him die, and it took another 100 years to let him run out of fuel, begging for death. No, do you think he is miserable? "

The dragon's voice fluctuated slightly, as if he was proud of his own means.

Zhang Wenfeng pretended to shiver, and echoed, "It's really too miserable. Sometimes hard bones are not a good thing."

"Wrong, the bones are not strong enough! As long as he can break through, he can approach the king and try to smash it with his fist, making the king pay the price. Maybe the king will have to let him go." leave."

For things with deep memories, no matter the master or the low hand, they are often willing to talk a few more words.

Dragon Soul is no exception.

Zhang Wenfeng knew from the analysis of all the words that this giant dragon should have been suppressed 5000 years ago just before the separation of the upper and lower realms. He has a violent temper and loves to kill. Don't expect such brutal guys to find out their conscience and let them go.

If you want to survive, you have to figure out your own way.

In this enclosed space, his biggest hole card, the Substitute Death Ghost Talisman, is useless.

Looking at the dark energy ring hidden on the index finger of his left hand, he tried to sense it, and he was overjoyed. He was able to communicate with the underworld, but he didn't know whether Bai Wuchang's shadow projected into this world could resist the shadow that could be used to grind a person to death with the power of the dragon. The existence of the sixth-order martial arts?

Of course, hope is better than no hope.

Every time he was in a desperate situation before, he couldn't communicate with the underworld, which made him quite depressed.

He found that about seven or eight feet away from the front left, a huge black chain was exposed, and there were more piles of bone powder around it.

"Human, you can try using your power to drive the dragon chain that suppresses this king. Maybe you can have a chance? This king will give you a chance."

The dragon's roar was full of temptation, and it became deeper and deeper.

Zhang Wenfeng subconsciously felt that it was a fucking trap, and then he thought, why are there more monks and masters who died there than in other places?Could it be that the dragon soul is playing the trick of "the imaginary is the real, the real is the illusory"?Worried about him touching the giant chain?
The exit passage behind him has long disappeared, and was hidden by the dragon soul.

It was quite difficult for him to walk towards the giant chain step by step. He needed an opportunity to summon Bai Wuchang, and he had to look at the dragon-locking chain before making a decision.

"Humans, think about it clearly. Once you can't drive the dragon chain, you suffer backlash, the pain doubles, and you fall to the ground and struggle to enjoy the huge crushing. Watching the flesh and flesh wear away, and the bones are crushed into pieces, don't blame it. The king didn't remind you."

The sound of the dragon's chants carried a hint of playfulness and joy, as if it wanted to see human beings make painful choices.

Zhang Wenfeng stopped for a moment, then continued to walk towards the exposed giant chain.

Coming to the half-human-high giant chain, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly felt pressure doubled, causing him to bend down suddenly. The dragon soul was moody and tossing on purpose. The huge chain outside the step was so dark that the means imposed on it could not be seen.

He wanted to try his luck. The suppression of the giant dragon was done by the four masters of "Buddhism, Shamanism, Confucianism, and Taoism", so the dragon lock chain wrapped around the dragon skeleton must also have runes drawn by the four masters.

The probing hand tried to touch it, but it was still about a foot away, and the thought force followed the palm of the hand one by one to make contact first.

There are slight golden brilliance runes like ripples on the surface of the water, with weak and invisible waves rippling in response to the power of thought.

Seeing the gossip talismans and vague secret characters that disappeared in a flash, Zhang Wenfeng was overjoyed, the dragon soul was self-defeating, counting his luck, he found the dragon chain sacrificed by a Taoist master.

He grabbed it with his right hand without hesitation.

"Humans, so what if you find the chains arranged by Taoist old immortals? The end result is just like the piles of bone powder on the ground. It will only last for a few more years, and the death will only be worse. Why do you have to die better than live?" idea?"

There was no emotion in the dragon's voice, and it seemed a little high-pitched.

"How will you know if you don't try it? Your Excellency the Dragon King refuses to let it go out, so you have to do it."

Zhang Wenfeng put his right hand on the icy giant chain, and he was refreshed.

With his left hand, he took out a few 800-year-old peach sticks stored in the holding space. Whether it's a mystery or a try, maybe it will be useful?
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(End of this chapter)