Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 245 The Dragon Strikes, Sun Wukong Joins Forces with Divine Dragon Li Qing with Samadhi True Fire!

"Europe--"

A long, ethereal, and resonant cry tore through the clouds, revealing a giant Kun that seemed to have descended from the Milky Way at the highest heavens, its body shrouded in fireflies like shattered diamonds, leaving a trail of interwoven silver and blue light across the sky.

Its song was like morning dew dripping into a glass cup, its clear and melodious notes flowing with fragments of ancient music. Each note shone with a warm, divine luster, and it even merged with the protective array of Ionia, making the magic circle even stronger.

"Destruction has crossed the line..."

Another majestic voice rang out, and a colossal creature covered in bronze-colored scales on its back shattered the thorns and came running.

This is a creature with deer antlers, lion claws, python tail, and tortoise shell. This ancient guardian, the Scaled Qilin, which is somewhere between a dragon, a deer, a lion, and a python, raises its head, and the rhomboid crystal core in the center of its forehead bursts out with a dazzling light like the sun.

Immediately following, a swift lion with a body like a white tiger and wings on its back also spread its wings and flew over, its golden eyes fixed on the surging tsunami, its gaze seemingly able to penetrate the tsunami and see the giant dragons behind it.

"Are you trying to start a war by destroying me?!"

Another ethereal voice rang out, though no figure appeared, but everyone felt a powerful aura.

"The Spirit of Limitless!"

However, Master Yi and Sun Wukong, who had mastered the Way of Wuji, could see each other, but in their eyes, the Spirit of Wuji did not appear the same.

Because the Spirit of Wuji has no physical body, but is a kind of spirit, and it is different in the minds of everyone who has mastered the Way of Wuji or believes in the Spirit of Wuji.

boom!
But no sound came from behind the tsunami. Instead, the tsunami became even more turbulent. A hundred-foot-high wall of dark waves rose from the abyss, with eerie blue arcs of electricity flashing on the crests, as if the sea god was furious and wanted to destroy the world!

"If you want war, then let's fight!"

Seeing this, Irelia and the others, along with the four sacred beasts of Ionia, simultaneously unleashed their power to suppress the monstrous tsunami. The powerful force shattered and evaporated the tsunami, creating a scene resembling a vast, white expanse.

Phew! Phew!
Suddenly, the sound of wind breaking came from the horizon. It was the sound of giant wings flapping, shaking the clouds so that they churned like cotton wool. In the instant that the misty water vapor was torn apart by the strong wind, a shadow that blotted out the sun pressed down from the clouds, and five extremely huge dragons appeared, accompanied by hundreds and thousands of various sub-dragons!
The leading ancient dragon, Destruction, had icy dragon power in its eyes. Its wingspan was a thousand meters long, and its whole body was filled with an aura of destruction. It looked down at the people of Ionia on the coastline.

The other four, though slightly smaller, were equally enormous: a purgatory dragon, an ocean dragon, a mountain dragon, and a cloud dragon. They flew alongside the ancient dragon, each carrying a world-destroying aura, coldly surveying the crowd.

"What do you mean by destroying you?"

The Swift Lion also flapped its wings and faced the other side. Although it was much smaller than the five giant dragons, it was not at a disadvantage in terms of aura. Its golden vertical pupils watched the other side warily.

"What do I mean?"

The ancient dragon known as Destruction sneered, "You killed one of my dragon subjects, and I want to ask you what you mean by that! Do you really think our dragon race is easy to bully!"

"What? Just because you're slaughtering our innocent people in Ionia, we can't fight back?" The ethereal voice of the even larger Cloud-Drinking Flying Kun rang out, revealing its anger.

"How dare those ants compare to our noble dragon race? In ancient times, they were merely our food." The ancient dragon spoke with disdain, displaying an air of superiority.

"Then aren't you dragons just food for us too?"

At this moment, Sun Wukong stepped forward and said, "Tonight we're eating that dragon. To be honest, it tastes pretty good, it melts in your mouth, but some parts were too tough, so I threw it to the dog."

"You're courting death! How dare you desecrate our noble dragon race!" The roar of lava erupting from the throat of the destructive dragon was deafening. Its dark purple pupils suddenly contracted into vertical lines, and in an instant, dragon breath powerful enough to melt an island spewed out from its abyss-like mouth!

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, the air crackled like shattering glass, space twisted into swirling ripples, seawater evaporated instantly into purple plasma, and even light was distorted into eerie arcs by the intense heat.

"You really think I, Old Sun, am afraid of you?"

Sun Wukong's laughter pierced through the sweltering heat, his fur exploded into golden flames, and Doran's staff in his hand transformed into a stream of light and shadow, the boundless runes wrapped around the staff bursting out with emerald light.

He stepped forward with the Qiankun Step, going against the flow of dragon breath. Each swing of his staff created a sonic boom, and the energy fragments that burst out when the staff collided with the dragon breath condensed into ancient incantations in the air.

As a wild monkey who emerged from the plague jungle, he was born with the blood of a battle madman. After following Master Yi to learn the Way of Wuji, he further integrated his wild instincts with the essence of martial arts.

During his years of travel, he honed his skills in the sandstorms of Shurima and comprehended kinetic energy in the steam of Piltover, his strength having long since broken through the shackles of demigod.

Faced with the dragon's breath, he not only did not retreat, but instead took the initiative to provoke it—Doran's staff suddenly grew three times larger, the tip of the staff pointing directly at the throat of the dragon of destruction, and the lightning power wrapped around the staff actually opened up a silver channel in the dragon's breath.

"Has one foot in godhood? Interesting, but in my eyes, he's just a slightly larger ant!"

A flicker of surprise crossed the eyes of the ancient dragon Destruction, but it was quickly replaced by contempt: "Purgatory, this kid seems to have mastered the laws of fire. Do you want to give him a try?"

"Sure, but I'm afraid I'll roast this monkey if I use too much force." The Infernal Dragon stomped forward, its wings spreading out to blot out the sky, each burning scale resembling a small, falling star.

It looked down at the golden figure below, sparks from its throat igniting the entire cloud: "Little monkey, I hope you can take a beating."

"Heh, you think you can roast me?"

Sun Wukong hooked his fingertip around the ribbon of the plain Taoist robe and gently tugged, the fabric turning to dust in the intense heat.

In an instant, crimson flame patterns seeped from beneath the golden hairs, climbing up the meridians like living things, and condensing on the shoulders into a true fire form with three heads and six arms.

That was no ordinary flame, but the Samadhi True Fire he had comprehended during the hundred days he sealed the rampaging Balrog in the molten lava of Shurima's "Fire Mountain" with his own body—earth fire tempered his bones, heavenly fire scorched his soul, and human fire burned away his karmic obstacles. When the three fires merged, even space itself was distorted into a glassy shape by the flame patterns.

"This flame is indeed impressive, but unfortunately you are too weak. If I were to use it, its power would be even greater!"

The infernal dragon gazed at the flames engulfing Sun Wukong, its red eyes gleaming with greed: "But once I devour you, these flames will be mine!"

"Heh, it's just a slightly larger lizard. Does it really think it's a dragon?"

At this moment, Li Qing also stepped forward, with a phantom of a divine dragon appearing behind him. Equipped with the Magic Essence, the Ghostly Curved Blade, and the Radiant Blue Tyrant Rune, Li Qing No. 1 possessed an inexhaustible supply of mana, and his strength far surpassed that of ordinary demigods.

Because he realized that Sun Wukong was no match for them, and he also wanted to teach these lizards and reptiles a lesson for daring to call themselves dragons.

"This is the power of a divine dragon! How can a mortal like you be worthy of possessing the power of a divine dragon!" Purgatory looked at the divine dragon behind Li Qing, his eyes revealing shock, doubt, and envy.

　Thank you so much, Boss Twenty-Four (days), for the 988 book coins!

　　Boss, you have great back and kidneys!!!

　　May you prosper for a long time!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)