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Chapter 337: The Death of Lao Long! (Subscribe)
Rumble!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

In the river water pouring down like heavy rain, everyone's eyes were attracted by the figure of the giant dragon flying out of the whirlpool.

When the thunderstorm was approaching, the blue scales emitted a dazzling light, but what they were looking at was not the blue dragon itself, but the fiery figure on its chest.

As the red clothes fluttered, scarlet dragon blood flowed.

Above the river where the lightning snake rolled away, echoing was a long, fiery roar:
"Zhujiang Dragon King will be executed today!"

boom!
The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder and lightning were rolling.

The river tide surges and the dragon roars loudly.

Above the dark Zhujiang River, the green-scaled dragon struggled and roared, rising and falling, struggling between the water and the sky, groaning in pain.

"He actually won?!"

Staring at this scene in a daze, not only the white-robed young man and other Dongyang Dao people, but even the old monk Shi Wen who knew his senior brother inside and out found it a little unbelievable.

When did my senior brother become so powerful? !

The old monk Shi Wen was shocked and even horrified.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that in his senior brother's last punch, he actually saw a hint of his teacher in his senior brother.

After eighteen consecutive punches failed, even he had no hope of success.

No matter how powerful my senior brother is, he might be able to injure the old dragon, but how can he destroy its true form?

So much so that, when the last punch was thrown and the dragon roars were heard, the first thing that came to my mind was not surprise.

But I suspect there is fraud!
There is no other reason, the gap between the strong and the weak is just too big.

"No matter what, we win after all..."

The young man in white robe breathed a sigh of relief.

He and his fellow apprentice are still alive, and that is the most fortunate thing.

boom!
The waves are surging.

Above the Zhujiang River, a giant dragon sometimes dived into the water and sometimes soared into the air. Under the stirring of the giant creature that was dozens of feet long, a large amount of river water rushed into the sky and turned into rain.

Chen Yan formed one hand into a claw and held the dragon scales tightly, not letting go even though the old dragon rose and fell.

Long before this trip, he was very clear that with his current martial arts skills, the only chance of victory did not lie with him, but with Master Bodhidharma.

He also didn't know whether this world was real or fake, but that didn't stop Chen Yan from thinking about ways to break the impasse.

In fact, as early as the night of the time travel, Chen Yan had thought about it seriously.

Given Shikong's status in Dafo Mountain, if the Zhujiang Dragon King was really as powerful as the rumors said, there was no reason for Bodhidharma to let his disciple die.

unless……

Bodhidharma was well prepared.

The result was just as Chen Yan had expected. It turned out that Bodhidharma had indeed kept a trick up his sleeve on Shikong, or in other words, on Chen Yan.

The Dao Fruit - Bodhidharma Throwing the Whale, which was demonstrated in front of Chen Yan before, actually had more than just a demonstration function, but through some unknown means, the power of this Dao Fruit was lent to Chen Yan.

This is also the main reason why Chen Yan burst out with a power far beyond the Yin Shen realm when he made the last punch.

hold head high!
The angry dragon roar continued to echo.

Chen Yan's five fingers were covered with wounds from the dragon scales, but he still did not let go. The true energy on his palms that pierced the dragon's belly spread and kept piercing through the flesh and blood.

The old dragon's blood was as hot as charcoal, and its blood and flesh were wriggling violently, corroding his arms like a living thing and draining his vital energy.

However, the power of Daoguo Damo's Whale Throwing was too terrifying. Even with the old dragon's strong body, he could not resist at all. Not long after, Chen Yan's eyes lit up.

Grab a hot, scalding bead.

The old dragon let out an earth-shaking roar, and huge streams of blood gushed out like a spring, washing Chen Yan from head to toe.

Blood fell like rain, dyeing the river water red and soaking the head and face of the white-robed young man who was looking up at the battle.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah~~"

The young man in white robe was caught off guard and had the water poured all over his face, and he immediately started to retch.

Then, before he even looked up.

boom!
There was a loud roar, and the old dragon fell into the river with a roar. The scarlet dragon blood instantly dyed the surface of the river red.

In the undercurrent, countless fish and shrimps rushed in frantically, snatching and devouring the food.

"died?!"

Shi Wen also stepped on the water and saw this scene. He dived into the water without hesitation. The young man in white robe took a look and driven by strong curiosity, he also jumped into the water to take a look. Farther away, there were many people from the martial arts world who wanted to jump into the water to see what was going on.

The waves were surging on the surface of the river, and undercurrents were surging beneath the surface, but with the eyesight of a few people, they still saw the fallen dragon corpse.

But soon, the dragon's corpse stopped falling and began to wriggle like a living thing, with its head down and its tail up, heading towards the river surface.

Wow!
Chen Yan rushed out of the water, waved his arms, and pulled the huge creature ashore.

"call!"

After exhaling a breath of foul air, Chen Yan felt the severe pain surging throughout his body. Most of them were external injuries caused by the cuts from the dragon scales, and some were caused by excessive force, causing damage to his muscles, bones, and internal organs.

"It, died already?"

Drops of river water fell like rain. The young man in white robe got ashore in a panic. Looking at the huge creature that had no breath, he was filled with disbelief.

The previous moment, he thought he was doomed, but the next moment, there was a sudden turn of events?

Not only him, but also the Dongyang Dao gangsters who came ashore one after another were a little surprised and doubtful. Even though they could not sense any breath, they still did not dare to get close, for fear that it would suddenly attack.

"Old loach? Is he dead?"

Among the crowd, it was Shi Wen who came with Chen Yan who was the bravest. He pulled out a carrying pole beside him and poked it directly at the dragon corpse, causing sparks to fly from the dragon scales.

"Really dead?"

Some martial artists held their swords upside down, looking doubtful and unsure.

Chen Yan's eyes also revealed a hint of deep thought.

With the strength displayed by this old dragon, even in the Netherworld, he would at least be a strong man between the Yin God who has reached the great perfection of the ninth level of refinement and the Yang God who has just entered the stage of refinement. No matter which one it is, he is a top master.

Logically speaking, such a being has incredibly strong vitality, so how could it die so easily?
Although Chen Yan was able to kill the old dragon, the main credit should be attributed to the Dao Fruit - Bodhidharma Throwing Whale, which was temporarily borrowed by Bodhidharma for unknown reasons.

I don't know if it's because this fruit of the Tao was realized by Bodhidharma himself, so it can be temporarily lent to others.

But the fact that Chen Yan was able to kill the old dragon was basically all thanks to Bodhidharma's whale throwing.

Chen Yan was well aware of this.

But Chen Yan felt it was strange that the old dragon was killed so easily.

The most important thing is, this old dragon Zhujiang obviously possesses the fruit of Taoism, so why hasn't he used his magical powers?
Thinking about this in his mind, he never came closer.

"This old loach died too easily... But it's a pity that we can't take away such a dragon corpse..."

Chen Yan's eyes lit up, and he sighed again. The body of a dragon had bones and muscles that were almost comparable to those of the Yang God. Its bones, membranes, and scales were all top-quality treasures. Unfortunately, he could not take it away.

The martial artist standing by was staring at Chen Yan, glancing at the dragon corpse out of the corner of his eye.

If they hadn't been concerned about Chen Yan's presence, these Dongyang Dao gangsters would have already divided up the dragon corpse.

"What is the purpose of this old loach?"

Chen Yan stood in front of the dragon head and ignored these people from the martial arts world. Instead, he stared at the old dragon, whose eyes were open after death, frowning and concentrating in confusion.

With his spiritual awareness, even if his magic power is sealed, his spiritual awareness can still play a role.

No one could pretend to be dead in front of him, and it was certain that the old dragon's aura had dissipated.

However, he also had doubts...

He had no doubt that he could use the power of Daoguo Damo's Whale Throwing to pierce through the dragon's hard body with dragon scales, because that was a force that no flesh and blood could resist.

But this does not mean that the old dragon has no means of counterattack. At least, there is no trace of the Tao fruit that should have appeared.

Moreover, based on the past few encounters, this old dragon has a deep and cunning mind, and it is hard to say whether he has other plans. But...

Chen Yan looked up at the sky.

He could feel a strange force that seemed to be "peeling" him off from this world.

"Are you leaving..."

Chen Yan had no choice but to calm down and think patiently before heaving a sigh of relief.

At least, this proves that he didn't travel to this world permanently, and he can still go back.

No matter what the old dragon's plan was, he was about to leave and he didn't have time to guess or test it.

"Senior Brother? Senior Brother!"

On the side, Shi Wen looked at Chen Yan with concern and shouted.

Chen Yan came back to his senses, glanced at Shi Wen who looked worried, and shook his head:

"I am fine."

"Master Shikong..."

At this moment, a gangster not far away shouted cautiously.

Seeing Chen Yan's gaze, the man shrank his neck in fear, and then asked cautiously:
"Master Shikong, this dragon blood, you either..."

As he spoke, the man pointed at the blood-red liquid that covered the entire river surface and almost merged with the river, and asked cautiously:
"If you don't want it, can I...can we take some?"

Chen Yan glanced at the red river surface, then glanced at the Dongyang Dao people who were looking at him eagerly, then shook his head, and nodded:

"I'm of no use to you, so you guys deal with it yourselves."

Originally, Chen Yan was planning to store the dragon corpse into the Dishashu·Hutianshu, but without magic power, there was naturally no way to open the Hutianshu.

It was of no use to him and he couldn't take it away, so he naturally didn't care what to do with it.

With Chen Yan's words, the other people in Dongyang Dao were naturally overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly:
"Thank you, Master Shikong! Thank you, Master Shikong!"

Wow!
As soon as Chen Yan finished speaking, a group of people jumped into the water, not caring about the turbulent undercurrent blocking the river, and rushed towards the direction of the Crystal Palace.

Chen Yan looked at the people's receding backs without saying a word.

Boom!

Just at this moment, another thunder exploded.

This thunder was different from the previous ones, and it seemed to explode directly beside Chen Yan's ears.

"Are you leaving..."

Chen Yan suddenly realized something.

Looking at the gradually changing illusion, Chen Yan sighed.

At the side, the old monk Shi Wen seemed to have noticed something and looked at Chen Yan with a worried look on his face:

"Senior brother..."

Chen Yan sighed and was about to say something.

suddenly!

"Um?!"

But then Shi Wen suddenly exclaimed.

Chen Yan seemed to have sensed something as well. He turned around suddenly and saw an old monk in a gray robe standing in front of the dragon corpse.

It comes suddenly, like a ghost, and no one knows when it will come.

"teacher!"

Shi Wenxi was overjoyed and hurried to the side of the gray-robed old monk.

Not bad.

The gray-robed old monk who suddenly appeared was none other than Bodhidharma!

At that time, the young man in white robe, who did not jump into the water to grab the dragon's blood like other Dongyang Dao martial artists, also saw the old monk in gray robe, and he became excited all of a sudden!
"The founder of Zen Buddhism, the great master Bodhidharma!"

There were also some martial artists on the shore who did not try to steal the dragon's blood. When they saw the gray-robed old monk, there was a dead silence and everyone involuntarily held their breath.

This plain-looking, ordinary old monk in front of me is actually the legendary Bodhidharma, the great master who suppressed the old dragon at the bottom of the river? !

Swish!
The moment Bodhidharma appeared, the dragon corpse that had long been without breath suddenly shook, and strands of green light poured out from the gaps between the dragon scales.

Transformed into the ethereal figure of the old dragon Zhujiang.

"What a good old loach, he's not dead!"

Beside Chen Yan, Shi Wen were both shocked.

"This is……"

Chen Yan was shocked but not panicked.

Looking at Zhujiang, Laolong frowned and remained silent.

The phantom in front of me looks like a soul but not a soul. Rather than being the ghost of this old dragon, it is more like... obsession?
"Old bald thief!"

But the old dragon from Zhujiang roared angrily, and then his figure became erratic and gradually disappeared:
"I admit defeat, but one day, one day..."

Its voice fluctuated violently, filled with resentment and unwillingness, but soon, its figure disappeared along with the sound.

"Amitabha."

Bodhidharma clasped his hands together and did not look at the disappearing dragon corpse. Instead, he stretched out his finger and pointed, and a wailing sound came from the dragon ball held in Chen Yan's hand.

Immediately, wisps of green light emerged and transformed into the figure of the old dragon Zhujiang.

"Ahhhh!"

The furious roar stopped abruptly, and the moment his figure appeared, he was extinguished by a single finger.

"This old guy..."

Seeing this scene, Chen Yan's face turned pale.

This old dragon's methods are simply impossible to guard against.

Ordinary people might have thought that the old loach was dead just now. Who could have imagined that the old loach actually had another trick up its sleeve and there was a follow-up trick in this dragon ball?
It’s just that Lao Long was just one step behind in chess and had the bad luck to meet Master Bodhidharma.

Otherwise, even Chen Yan would have a high probability of falling into the trap of this old dragon.

I just heard the old monk beside me say:

"This animal's great magical power is 'immortality'. Killing it is too difficult, too difficult..."

He sighed softly and pointed one by one.

As everyone's eyelids were twitching wildly, several shadows were extinguished one by one. One of them was even hiding in the dragon blood!

"Tao Fruit: Immortality..."

Chen Yan was slightly relieved.

No wonder the old dragon never used his magical powers until his death. It turned out that his magical powers were not about killing or defense, but about survival.

"Is he dead this time?"

Shi Wen was somewhat shocked, but also somewhat relieved:

"It turns out that this old loach is deliberately creating confusion. His apparent target is us, but in fact, he wants to hide it from the teacher..."

However, what Chen Yan and Shi Wen did not expect was that Patriarch Bodhidharma actually shook his head:
"No, he's not dead yet."

"Or rather, he is not completely dead yet."

……

(End of this chapter)