Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 343
Jin Chanzi was not in a hurry to make a move. Although he is a strong King Wu, he, like ordinary people in Yunlan Kingdom, was the first to see a real dragon. Curiosity is inevitable. As a Dzogchen man, no matter how confident he is, he has to be cautious. The dragon's breath, which claims to be able to melt even holy artifacts, is no joke.

"I know, I know, but my lord has never seen it before!"

Bai Lihong raised his head, eyes widened, and asked eagerly: "The five-clawed golden dragon is the dragon god of the dragon clan. My lord thought he didn't exist. So it really does exist. For so many years, my lord has been It seems a little inappropriate to call yourself a dragon god, okay, okay, I won’t call myself a dragon god in the future, by the way, how did your patriarch fight with the five-clawed golden dragon? Who won?"

"This……"

Jin Chanzi felt that his thinking was a little behind, did this little black dragon have some brain problems, why did he care about such useless things?What does their victory or defeat have to do with the current battle situation?

However, it was rare for a dragon to talk to him, Jin Chanzi still said patiently: "Although the patriarch did not win any of the five wars, he survived under the claws of the five-clawed golden dragon, that's why... ..."

"Ah, that means you lost all five times?"

Bai Lihong interrupted Jin Chanzi with a cry, and a look of disdain suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"So what if you lose? The five-clawed golden dragon has the strength comparable to the peak of Wuhuang. Although my Zen patriarch was defeated, if you look at the whole world, who can survive under the power of the five-clawed golden dragon? For thousands of years, no one !"

The power of Zen is so powerful that the first generation of patriarchs met the five-clawed golden dragon by chance, and the record of retreating in five battles caused a sensation in the middle reaches of the Jinsha River. Although thousands of years have passed, it has always been the pride of Zen.

What Jin Chanzi said was right, the only human martial arts cultivator who could escape from the five-clawed golden dragon in the entire Eight Wilds was the ancestor of the Zen sect, which was enough to be proud of.

After returning to Zen Buddhism, he set up the Subduing Dragon and Subduing Tiger Hall. His self-created subduing dragon stick technique is known as the most fierce and unparalleled prefecture-level martial art in the Eight Wastelands. It has killed countless monsters and beasts for thousands of years, and no one dares to underestimate it. .

However, Jin Chanzi's pride is completely another matter when he sees his red eyes.

"shameless."

A certain dragon with his head on the window snorted disdainfully, "If you lose, you lose, and even though you lose, you humans... no, you Zen people are really hypocritical and shameless, even my lord is ashamed." Ah, but there is one thing that my lord is very curious about."

"you say!"

Jin Chanzi's face was livid with anger, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the Vajra stick were rattling because of too much force. If it were someone else, he would have smashed down the stick so humiliating Zen.

But the black dragon below is different. He hides his body in the hall, only his head is exposed, and he has nowhere to attack.

Hit him on the head with a stick?Joke, Jin Chanzi would only do such a stupid thing unless his brain was kicked by a donkey.

The dragon's head is the hardest part of the dragon's body, and it is also the most dangerous part. Looking at the whole world, no one has dared to attack the dragon's head. Why?Dragon breath!

The so-called dragon slaying is nothing more than consumption first and then killing. Only when the dragon's breath and physical strength are almost exhausted can there be a chance to slay the dragon. neck.

"Your patriarch's patriarch has been defeated five times in a row by the five-clawed golden dragon of my dragon clan. An old bald man who has lost so many times created a stick technique. What do you have to show off? If you want to subdue the dragon, come on, My lord just stay here and see how you surrender, do it! Humble reptile!"

"..."

Jin Chanzi is depressed, it's been a long time.

After living for more than 30 years, I finally saw a real giant dragon. I thought it would be a thrilling, blood-boiling, life-and-death battle, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Are you not talking nonsense?

You are huddled in the hall, only showing your head, how to fight?
Is this really noble and proud, a race of giant dragons who regard all non-kinds as humble and lowly, and who draw their swords at the slightest disagreement?

How is it different from the legend?

Back then, the ancestor of the Zen sect just accidentally broke into the territory of the giant dragon and was hunted down for more than three months. Why is this guy still waiting to be beaten?
"Are you scared? Fearful? Trembling!"

Seeing that Jin Chanzi didn't respond, Bai Litouhong didn't stay idle, "In front of my tall, handsome... brave Lord Bai Litouhong, how dare your little Zen bald head jump around and bark? Do you have the ability? Hit me, hit me!"

It's as cheap as it sounds.

Jin Chanzi was enraged.

As the top powerhouse of this generation of Zen, the pride of genius has been with him since the day he awakened his martial soul. Looking at the head below that looks so unbearable, and the pair of hats on the head, how hateful it is With a look in his eyes, Jin Chanzi gritted his teeth, and his heart froze, the cultivation base of the third-level Martial King burst out, and a [-]-meter-long stick-shaped phantom flashed above his head and instantly merged with the Vajra stick in his hand. With the violent power, his body turned into a rainbow, and he swung it down at the rosy white head.

"Ah, angry? Angry? Hahaha, bald, you've been fooled, two-headed dog, don't do it yet!"

Bai Lihong let out a strange cry, and retracted his head with a swish.

What a joke, only a silly X would be lying here and getting beaten up.

Jin Chanzi is a third-level Martial King, and the Vajra Stick in his hand is a holy weapon. Although there is only a skeleton left, he can't breathe dragon breath, and he can't fly, but he has a keener sense of danger. up.

Not to mention anything else, just by Lei Huo's heart-piercing scream from Lei Huo, who has always been cruel and ruthless, and whose tolerance for pain is a hundred times and a thousand times that of his own, he can understand that this stick is not something anyone can bear, which angered Jin After the cicada, the wind immediately plucked at the bird.

From the moment he appeared rosy and white, Lei Huo shrank his body into a ball and lay down in a pile of ruins not far away, with his four eyelids drooping on his two big heads, and his expression was very painful.

Bai Li Tou Hong guessed right.

Jin Chanzi's stick was not so easy to bear.

In addition, Lei Huo was seriously injured. Before joining the battle for Mo Lin, he was gritting his teeth and fighting hard. He never fought with his body. Apart from preserving his strength and hiding his identity, the main reason was to restore the wound and reduce the pain.

Now, in order to deal with Jin Chanzi, he showed his real body and took another solid blow. If he hadn't been born with a strong body, this blow would have broken his waist.

After Bai Litouhong exposed his head, the nonsense with Jin Chanzi seemed useless, but it was actually buying Lei Huo time to recover and a chance to make a move.

The dragon and the dog have been in dire straits since the first day they met thousands of years ago, but it is the thousands of years of open and secret fighting that have allowed each other to have a fuller understanding. No matter what, they work together as one master, and no matter how great the hatred is, it is the people. Internal conflicts, and Jin Chanzi's hatred between the enemy and us, at this time, of course, we must be consistent with the outside world, otherwise, wouldn't the hundreds of lives with no bones left be in vain?
(End of this chapter)