Chapter 117

In ancient times, there was a dragon king who left the sea to go to the world, entangled with the world of mortals, left his post without permission, and did not return for a long time.

The emperor prayed for rain in the temple of heaven, and wrote scriptures in blood to show his sincerity. How could the Dragon King, who was responsible for the rainfall here, lingered in the world of mortal life and refused to return, covering his eyes and ears and ignoring the human drought.

As the drought became more and more serious, more and more people robbed food and money, and every household of the imperial court reduced their clothing and food. However, it was difficult to help the people all over the world. The famine caused people to rebel, wars broke out, and chaos broke out in the country. Tens of thousands of people died in the famine.

There are grave graves everywhere.

No food, no water, no meat, no blood.

The imperial court slaughtered more than ten warlocks in the Imperial Palace, and issued the imperial list to those who knew the art of praying for rain. However, the Dragon King did not do anything, so it was better to drop rain. The warlock borrowed rain from other Dragon Kings, but it was not enough for the Imperial court to touch the emperor's brow at that time.

That year, people from all over the country overthrew the worshipped Dragon King. All dragon carvings have become the thorn in the eyes of the world, and they will be destroyed when they see it.

This angered the Dragon King because of his dereliction of duty. However, he had no intention of introspection. After being spurned by the people, he became angry and thundered with lightning and heavy rain.

The rain came from the sky and finally came to life. Countless people cried with joy and ran happily in the rain. The emperors and officials were finally relieved. However, this was the beginning of another disaster.

In March, torrential rain not only irrigated the land and farmland, but also smashed down the sky and earth. Floods flooded all over the country, flooded the land, destroyed dams and damaged houses. After the drought, it ushered in anti seasonal floods, making the country a water city.

Those who died of starvation or war during the great drought have been piled up into mass graves. Once the flood broke out, the bodies were washed everywhere. Everywhere, we have seen the bodies soaked in the water flowing through the water.

After a series of natural disasters, the imperial court was helpless, and the folk warlocks were deeply hurt. When people's hearts were weak, they basically cleaned the snow in front of their own homes, and no matter what other people's tiles were covered with frost.

In the face of natural and man-made disasters, human life is as small as dust, and it is gone after a gust of wind.

At that time, when I woke up, the people around me became a corpse, which was not surprising, and it was easier to deal with it. Open the door, let the body go along the water, so grass sent away a person's life.

Human life is like grass root. It is not worth a single coin to weigh two Jin wheels.

Ghosts and ghosts are everywhere in the places that ordinary people can't see. The hell is crowded. The unjust spirits of unjust death are floating in the world. Human nature has disappeared in the disaster. How many cholera deaths and deaths happen in an instant and are covered up by the merciless flood, leaving no trace. The living may not be as happy as the dead.

The rainstorm continued for several months, but on one day, the thunder and lightning flashed like the destruction of heaven and earth.

The dark sky under the rainstorm has already made people unable to distinguish day and night. Perhaps in the eyes of the people, the merciless flood is like a life-threatening beast, and the day can never come back. However, on that day, the light rapidly cleaved from the sky pierced the darkness, and the whole world was bright like day.

The Dragon roared in the sky and showed itself in the dark clouds. The Dragon circled in the Imperial City, and the thunder and lightning wrapped in it split on the temple of heaven high above the imperial city.

The temple of heaven built by white jade is exquisite, solemn and holy, but it becomes rotten and burnt black under the thunder and lightning.

Under the heavy rain curtain, a figure stands erect on the temple of heaven, which has lost its dignity. The heavy rain has wet the clothes and the green silk, and the fallen green silk is stained on the face which has been washed white by the rain. But the rainstorm can not wash away the unyielding on the face and block the perseverance in the eyes which are like clarifying the sky.

The blood mixed with rain falls on the white jade along the fingertip. The blood color changes from thick to light under the blood, and it does not take a moment to blend into the destroyed array.

Since ancient times, good and evil are mutually generated. If you pursue its source, you will inevitably notice the breeding of evil.

Seizing the spirit and killing is a kind of evil technique.

A body of Yin blood as a guide, the world's great taboo, lead the Dragon King to show his real body, put his prison seal, everything will rest, failure will have no place to live.

"The Dragon King is trapped at the bottom of the well. It seems to be a success." A word is said from the mouth of Tanghe and Jiyun Chan at the same time.

"According to current speculation, it should be successful." Two words of uncertain consent in the notes.

Those times have become a myth handed down. Only those who have experienced it can know the truth. In other words, it has become a myth. For a long time, the grass on the head of a person's grave has grown three feet high.

However, a body of Yin blood, only pure Yin constitution.

White Deer clear the cover of the entrance of the magic, revealing the cut and put together the iron door, no psychology will be discussed by others.

"Find the door, you hurry." Tang He urged.

Several people have gathered at the entrance to the first floor, and can not pass the seal made by song Ye.

Song Ye frowned and tried to untie the seal, but he found that he could not even untie it. His face was grim and he said, "it's impossible to open the seal because of people's hands and feet."Eryan and Su Sheng look at each other and attack the transparent seal for the purpose of destruction.

The ghost skill falls on the seal, and a cluster of dark blue fire goes up the pole.

"Lying trough!" Su Sheng exclaimed. They stopped their hands in time, but they were still not very hot. They touched their skin and quickly put out the fire with Yin Qi.

"What's the matter?" Tang he inquired.

"If I told you that we couldn't get out, would you deduct the salary?" Su Sheng said.

"If the seal is made by one's own people, half of the bonus will be deducted from the collective!" Tang He, the exploiter, takes the opportunity to deduct the bonus.

"I didn't make the seal." Song Yun quibbled.

Cosmetics are precious.

Tang He was silent, "then you keep half."

"Thank you for your kindness Song Yun is glad to thank you.

All the listeners are silent and look sympathetically at Song Yun, who has not yet eased his strength.

It's just another way of saying it. It's still half deducted.

"What went out of the white deer?" Su Sheng asked.

"Tang team is outside. She is stuck in the middle of the seal. She can go there if she wants to. She is out now, and I'm afraid she can't come back again." Two words to explain.

"Since we can't come here, we can't come here and look for bronzes while we reflect on it. Maybe we have to rely on you to destroy it from the array eye." Seeing that the White Deer spent three amulets and finally blocked and destroyed the second way on the iron gate, Tang He quickly ended the dialogue, "if I die on duty, the wine and meat of the Shanggong should be the best, don't forget."

Underground water channel, under the music of gurgling water, Yu Sheng was silent for a long time before he responded to Jiyun Chan's statement.

"It depends on your definition of success."