Regarding this one, I don’t know if I can become a dragon, let’s not talk about it yet.

Here, a true dragon was directly lost.

Apparently, it is not directly related to Dragon Palace.

But even this was enough to make the Dragon King furious.

On the "observation decks" on both sides of the water, people in different clothes were whispering.

They are discussing:

It's already this year, why is there still a foolish young man who insists on slaying the dragon?

That is to press down the water-suppressing eyes.

But everything happens for a reason, and the old Dragon King won't say much.

But cutting it off so recklessly was a direct slap in Dragon Palace's face.

Although nowadays, the mountains and rivers have changed.

The situation in the mortal world is no longer like the time when immortals and gods fought in the mortal world.

When spiritual energy is covered with dust, it is rare for a person to become an immortal or attain enlightenment.

The gods and the earth are getting worse and worse.

But he is the Dragon King after all, and he controls a body of water.

No matter how it declines, it is still an existence that is beyond the reach of ordinary things.

Sure enough, the river water was boiling like boiling soup.

Countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals took their own weapons and followed the water.

Ignore the carp in the sky.

The original meaning of chilling was already extremely gloomy.

At this moment, it actually seemed a bit colder.

There is always a difference between things and things, anger and rage.

Before, I could watch it with a bit of joking.

Now?

For a time, countless waters boiled.

From a bird's eye view, it looks like all the water systems are flowing upstream.

They rush towards the same origin noisily:

There, a person stands like a mountain in the middle of a mountain stream.

So all the mountains are like ant nests, and the forest sea is like a webbing.

The clouds are sweeping over me, but I can't hold my chest.

Many aquarium ants gathered around and it was so crowded.

Some aquatic tribes had no choice but to climb to the mountainside on both sides, not daring to step forward.

He just looked at the sky-holding giant with cold hands and feet, maintaining the last dignity of the water tribe.

Some water tribes with a long lifespan, who have inherited clear enough bloodline memories, felt a little dazed for a while looking at the magnificent sight of being able to drink from the river and chase the sun with their feet.

It seems like I have returned to the ancient times when my ancestors were ignorant.
Chapter completed!