Chapter 1170

Click, click...

The sea of clouds churned, dripping with blood, echoing everywhere with the sound of teeth-aching chewing.

On the towering Jade Gate, meat scraps adhered, and fresh blood dyed the beast heads red, transforming it into a dark red gate of flesh and blood.

Repeatedly hitting the ground, repeatedly suffering injuries, Liang Qu spat out blood.

His entire body's bones and flesh were violently smashed and flung by the white ape, turning into meat paste and scattering, like overcooked meat falling off the bone. With a light shake, only a ghastly skeleton remained. An ordinary person reduced to this state would have long been unable to move.

But Liang Qu had already died once after having his bones picked and flesh scraped.

Going to the underworld, he would still be Elder Fish, the Sect Master of the River God Sect!

Underworld, Yang world, what is different?

Whoever wants a good rebirth after death still has to come find him to pull strings!

Clinging tightly to the white ape, tearing, swallowing, and eating, Liang Qu was like a starving leopard on the desolate grasslands. His pupils shrank into golden-red dots, his knotted muscles bulged, and all his actions and emotions transformed into the most instinctive survival.

His physical body fought the Flood Dragon, his spirit sought survival with the white ape.

Both were simultaneously nearing their limits, exhausted.

Only flesh and blood could build them up.

One mouthful after another, one strike after another, one time after another...

The skull collided and bit mechanically. The white ape flesh torn off fell from the hollow of the jawbone, brushing against the spine, colliding with the ribs, and falling onto the hip bone without obstruction. The flesh squirmed, gradually adhering to the white bone and growing.

Bang.

The white bone was flung onto the ground again.

The flesh that had just adhered and grown was shaken off.

If he couldn't bite the head, he would bite the hand; if he couldn't bite the hand, he would tear the shoulder.

Letting the white bone gnaw, the white ape would not let go, picking up Liang Qu's leg bone again and again, shaking the iron chains on its body, and smashing him against the Jade Gate, shaking heaven and earth, jade dust falling down with a rustle.

Rattle, rattle...

The white ape wearing shackles became like a white bone without shackles.

The white bone without shackles became like a white ape wearing shackles.

Blood flowed from the wounds, gathering into a stream.

The sea of clouds was dark red, undulating.

"Splash..."

The scarlet waves rose and collided, foaming with white bubbles. The vegetation rooted in the soil was swept clean, blood washed the red earth, and together they merged into the Luo Cang River.

The wound on the Mountain Dragon's neck was deep enough to see the bone, and the rainwater washed away the accumulated blood, revealing the ghastly white spine.

The Flood Dragon headed south, merging into the Luo Cang River.

Heaven and earth were deep blue, with torrential rain.

The lead-gray clouds lingered, the rising water level flooded the mountains, seeped in all directions, backflowed onto both banks, knocked down trees, and formed a great flood unseen for hundreds of years.

Red earth, stones, trees, yellow, black, and purple fallen leaves all merged into the river.

The world's gaze gathered again.

The Southern Frontier chieftains kowtowed and knelt to beg their ancestors.

"What will it become in the end?"

Meng Yi grabbed his hair and howled in pain.

No one expected, no one could have imagined, that this battle would turn out like this.

The white ape, which had only appeared twice, defeated the Flood Dragon that had occupied the Dragon Palace for decades!

No one understood the trend. It seemed like a chaotic battle between the Southern Frontier, the Northern Court, and Da Shun, but in reality, the true protagonist was always Jianghuai. Everyone was forced to move along, and the one who suffered the most severe damage in the middle was undoubtedly their Southern Frontier.

Pan Dong fell, Lingnan was lost, the Flood Dragon and the white ape were chasing and fleeing, and the mountain strongholds inside were in unknown chaos.

If the Flood Dragon were allowed to succeed, walk the water, occupy the Luo Cang River, and transform into the Dragon King...

There are three great rivers in the world, only Jianghuai produces the furnace, the Dragon Lord of the world.

However, the Dragon Kings of the E River and the Yellow Sand River are also top-tier Sky Dragons, occupying the middle fruit of the river, fighting on home turf, not to be resisted by the combined efforts of several Sky Dragons, and can serve as a natural barrier.

The Southern Frontier's development of the Luo Cang River, guiding tributaries into the main trunk, and planning for decades, was precisely for this scheme, to establish a natural barrier with Da Shun, without worries, and then cooperate with the Mayfly Blood Collection and Blood Hidden Gu, which would surely advance the territory significantly.

Letting the Flood Dragon occupy it, the dove occupying the magpie's nest, all beauty would vanish.

The most critical white ape, however, did not keep up.

The meteor in the sky shook, tearing the firmament.

Among the Nine Strongholds, the Great Shamans who did not want to intervene had to descend to the front line, but Da Shun could not increase its investment, the Northern Court was biting very tightly, constantly placing bets, and also had no extra manpower.

"Flood Dragon!"

Thirty percent of the water walk.

A roar in the sky.

A streak of black light sped over. The Flood Dragon ignored it, flicked its tail to shatter the black light, withstood the Great Shaman's offensive, and continued to swim upstream, leaving the Great Shaman behind in the blink of an eye.

The Southern Frontier's remaining Great Shamans were in the hinterland and not concentrated on the front line, making it difficult to arrive first.

A single one or two, and not peak Sky Dragons, could not slow down the Flood Dragon's pace at all. Even if it weren't for the fact that walking the water cannot be traversed, they wouldn't even be able to touch each other.

"Flood Dragon, do you really want to be so determined? Our Southern Frontier will surely not compromise with you!"

"Flood Dragon! Flood Dragon! Retreat quickly, our Southern Frontier is willing to be a mediator, let you and the white ape negotiate, compromise, and have peace!"

Woo

"Quick, quick, go back!"

The horn sounded, echoing through the forests and fields.

Crossing Linjiang, Xu Haitao, who had been chasing the remnants of the Southern Frontier all the way, urgently issued an order to return for defense.

"General, a great opportunity, why sound the retreat?"

"Stupid, didn't you see the meteor in the sky? The Southern Frontier has been completely shaken. When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. The Nine Strongholds Great Shamans no longer want to intervene, but they must come to the front line in the face of the Flood Dragon. Otherwise, the situation will surely change drastically.

If the Martial Saint cannot spare the hands to support, so many Great Shamans, any one of them would be enough for us to handle. Quick, quick, retreat, retreat, do not pursue a desperate enemy, do not pursue a desperate enemy!"

Li Xianghan of the Green Pattern Valley hugged her mouse, curled up in the darkness.

Yang Xu of Heyuan Prefecture bordered the Hunting Tiger, fighting desperately.

In the Imperial Observatory, there was no more gambling or shouting, only the scribes writing furiously around the Armillary Sphere, the pages rustling, recording the world's trends, entering them into the history books for future generations to behold.

Wangyue Tower, the Royal Court, Duodong...

Everyone watched silently, witnessing the Flood Dragon jump to the source of the Luo Cang River, heading east all the way to the sea.

Until a point in the East Sea, it suddenly flashed.

At this time, the Flood Dragon had walked most of the water, leaving the three Great Shamans behind.

Above the stream, the Southern Frontier chieftain stopped kowtowing, his forehead stuck with grass leaves.

The hand taking off the bamboo hat hung in mid-air.

Swish.

White steam appeared, pushing aside the water flow. The white ape, which had been shuttling through the vortex escape path, broke free from the waterway, jumped and flashed continuously, and with even greater speed, went straight south, tracing the Flood Dragon!

"Little Water?" The Sea Master said pleasantly surprised, "Are you better?"

"Almost, leave it to me."

The Sea Master retracted her tentacles, completely shrinking into the white ape's body.

She was the demon who most tangibly felt the white ape's expanding aura, as if the things that had been pulled away from it out of thin air when it struck the Flood Dragon had returned, and were even stronger!

The Sea Master was not good at fighting. Facing the Flood Dragon and the iron-headed fish, she only felt cold sweat. Being able to shrink into the body, only performing healing and repairs, gave her a great sense of relaxation and safety.

Golden eyes burning.

The white bone wearing shackles sat cross-legged on the ground, the white ape without shackles roared at the sky.

The Immortal Island shook, the sea of Qi spread, both broke through the Jade Gate, stepped out of the Dantian inside the body, extended a corner from within, linked to heaven and earth, and transformed into an immeasurable sea.

In an instant.

Liang Qu felt that his sea of Qi no longer had size or scale, dancing infinitely, every move and gesture possessing the power of heaven and earth.

This was not the first time he had felt it. When the Water Ape Great Sage crossed thirty, Liang Qu's transformation had this sense of majesty. Now, it was just that his own body and the incarnation were perfectly integrated.

【Refining Ze Ling: Water Ape Great Sage Orange Fusion Level: 99%】

"Hoo!"

A mouthful of turbid Qi drummed majestically, blowing away the sea and revealing the ten-mile seabed.

The white ape suddenly kicked the ground, drilled into the water flow, and charged straight at the Flood Dragon!

Golden eyes burning like two scorching suns, the Bing Fire Sun appeared in the human world. The Flood Dragon glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, ignored the white ape's pursuit from the south, and continued to walk the water.

The last thirty thousand miles.

The flood surged, the riverbed cracked.

The Luo Cang River expanded continuously, the surging water violently washed the hundred thousand mountains, changing the river course. This was not just deepening or widening, but a more essential act of expansion.

In the vast Southern Frontier, millions of people felt the vibration beneath their feet, moving south!

The world seemed to transform into a jigsaw puzzle, the gods reached out and pulled the puzzle pieces on both sides apart, just to expand the Luo Cang River.

The South Sea backflowed, countless people knelt and prayed.

Swimming through half of the Luo Cang River, threads of the trend of heaven and earth appeared, wrapping around the Flood Dragon's body, as if transforming from a cocoon into a butterfly, forming a circle of white cocoon, even more unstoppable. It didn't even need to make a move itself, just by the power of the charge, it shattered the interception means of the Great Shamans along the way.

Centipede's eyes were about to split.

Planning until now, the Mountain God entering the Luo Cang River was still a step short, but the Flood Dragon had occupied the Jianghuai Dragon Palace for decades, just making up for this step!

The Huai River is large and the Luo Cang River is small, the Flood Dragon is strong and the Mountain Dragon is weak.

One increase and one decrease, just meeting the conditions.

Man-made Dragon King, indeed feasible, the decades of planning were not wrong.

But now no one could be happy.

"Roar!"

The white ape roared, awakening the world.

The Flood Dragon went from west to east, the meteor went from east to west, charging straight at the Flood Dragon.

The Southern Frontier Great Shamans looked toward the east, ignoring their mutual hostility, their hearts filled with joy.

The Flood Dragon's gaze sharpened, drumming up all its strength, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Boom!

The meteor collided, the Luo Cang River revealed its riverbed.

The white ape hit the dragon head, grabbed the dragon horns with both hands, kicked the riverbed, and formed a wrestling stance.

But there was no obstruction for even a moment. The white ape was lifted by the Flood Dragon, its back shattered three mountains, straight out of a tributary, the dragon head flicked, threw it to one side, and shattered the earth.

The grass leaves on the chieftain's forehead drifted down, his expression dull.

"?"

The Southern Frontier Great Shamans and Da Shun Martial Saints all stared.

You could beat the Flood Dragon away in Jianghuai, but you can't withstand the Flood Dragon's charge in the Luo Cang River? From beginning to end, was it still a trap?

Clearly stronger than in Jianghuai, how could it...

The Sea Master witnessed it all, feeling a sense of dreams shattered. Recalling it, she exclaimed: "Little Water, your suppression is gone?"

"I know."

【Divine Might】 did not take effect!

Under 【Divine Might】, the Flood Dragon was weakened by more than eighty percent. Without 【Divine Might】, it was a true Demon King at perfection!

The white ape collapsed into the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood foam. In the golden eyes, the Flood Dragon and the trend of heaven and earth wrapped around its body merged into the same gorgeous color, as if protected by heaven and earth.

The Flood Dragon walked the water, using the trend of heaven and earth to resist its pressure?

The last twenty thousand miles.

The Flood Dragon glanced at the sky.

The frontal wrestling could not stop it. The white ape endured the severe pain of its whole body, shuttled, jumped, and flashed downstream. On the only path, its five fingers spread and closed, and the Luo Cang River tributary rose from the ground.

Splash.

All things faded in color, hollow and twisted, countless black lines outlined and depicted.

The staff tip swept past, dead silent.

The waves in the sky flashed continuously, the Flood Dragon's figure stalled.

Boom!

The white cocoon of heaven and earth cracked, the trend of walking the water paused.

Without waiting for the Great Shamans and Demon Kings to rejoice, the Flood Dragon flew out of the Luo Cang River, its dragon claws stepped on the void nine times, instantly shook its head and body, used the friction of the airflow to shed a layer of intact dragon skin, along with the white cocoon of heaven and earth, merged in an instant, and dived toward the east.

The last ten thousand miles.

The Southern Frontier Pseudo-Dragon, which was intercepting, was caught off guard, fell to the ground, and rolled along with the white ape behind it.

"It must be the Flood Dragon's Art of Creation!" The Sea Master was slightly anxious, "The Flood Dragon's Art of Creation, except for the incarnation, hasn't been revealed much. It should all be prepared for walking the water. Even as a peak Martial Saint, without several people working together, it would probably be difficult to stop. Little Water, what should we do? It's about to succeed."

"Don't worry, I still have a way!"

Two failures, the Flood Dragon walked the water, with only the last small segment remaining.

Once it succeeds...

The Flood Dragon flicked its tail and charged, like a shuttle in a loom, piercing the seamstress's fingertips. It didn't dare to delay for a moment. Compared to the Jianghuai Great Marsh, the white ape's momentum had risen again.

"Old Ancestor, the white ape can't stop it either!" The Southern Frontier chieftain urged again, "Make a move quickly!"

"Little Water!"

Gravel splattered.

Crawling out of the ruins, the white ape shuttled and chased again. The moment it brushed past the Pseudo-Dragon, it flashed a hint of hesitation. Finally, its golden eyes shifted, still keeping its target on the Flood Dragon.

Inside the Ze Tripod.

The red gold gourd floated up and down.

Drought Demon!

Once the Drought Demon appears, the land is scorched for ten thousand miles.

If you can't stop the "walking," then cut off the "water"!

"Flood Dragon!"

The flood spread, the Flood Dragon buried its head and moved forward, originally not wanting to pay attention. With a roar, it suddenly saw a flash of red gold light above its head.

The golden needle pierced out and stabbed into the earth.

The trend of walking the water collapsed with a bang.

【Divine Might】 descended.

The Flood Dragon crashed into the dry, cracked, hard riverbed, staring at the white ape in disbelief.

The Southern Frontier stopped vibrating, the Great Shamans were stunned on the spot.

The chieftain saw the two stone statues in the river confronting each other, thinking the water walk was over. Before he could be happy, he suddenly saw the Old Ancestor's expression change abruptly on the stream stone.

"Wrong!"

Wrong?

Without the Old Ancestor making a move, the white ape stopped the Flood Dragon's water walk, what is wrong?

The chieftain was stunned.

One go, then decline, then exhaustion.

The last ten thousand miles, the South Sea was imminent, the Flood Dragon was stranded, and the trend of heaven and earth collapsed with a bang!

The water walk failed. Looking at the suddenly clear sky, the Flood Dragon felt gloomy.

A shadow cast over its face.

Gripping the red gold gourd tightly, the white ape squeezed its body and spirit, leaping into the nine heavens, its long hair fluttering. When it jumped out from the firmament, the water vapor steamed and flowed along every curve of its muscles.

Its gums were scarlet, throwing a fierce punch.

In the center of the fist, heaven and earth were gripped, the bones protruding like mountains.

The fist print expanded and magnified in its field of vision, golden eyes filling the eyeballs, trembling violently.

"Flood!!! Dragon!!!"

However.

Before everyone could make the next reaction and action.

The fleeing birds froze in mid-air, the fluttering leaves stopped drifting, the branches stopped swaying, the waves stopped flowing, and all Martial Saints, Great Shamans, and Demon Kings were unable to move.

Silence.

The Flood Dragon's expanded golden eyes retracted, bursting with infinite brilliance.

The water walk did not succeed.

But...

The great event was already done!

Ripples trembled, the old man in a straw raincoat stepped out of the void, holding a fishing rod, glanced at the Flood Dragon, and stood before the white ape's golden eyes.

"Put away the Drought Demon fruit."

The golden eyes turned, the white ape looked at the figure in the sky, turned its hand, and put away the red gold gourd.

The fishing rod shook.

The Flood Dragon and the white ape simultaneously felt hooked.

The long rod flicked, the chest shook, the white ape felt itself flicked by a finger, as if choking while drinking water, Qi and blood flowed backward, a breath blocked the trachea, and the Sea Master rolled out of its body.

"In the past, the Jianghuai Dragon Lord had an agreement, each keeping to their own. You three Demon Kings, causing such a ruckus in my Southern Frontier, making it so chaotic, I originally didn't want to care, it's all meaningless things of juniors fighting for fame and profit, but destroying my ten thousand miles of fertile land and forests, what is the meaning of this?"

The white ape did not answer, its eyeballs turned, looking backward.

"It is indeed a bit excessive." Another figure stepped out, dressed in loose robes, "Fortunately, no great mistake was made, just a temporary interruption of the flow. Everyone take a step back and go home?"

"Exactly."

White clouds spread in the sky, covering the sun and blocking the scorching light, bringing a trace of coolness to the Southern Frontier.

"The affairs of the water tribe should not have been made so big, and even more so, should not have intervened in the affairs of the land. Sea Master..."

The Sea Master was flustered: "Whale Emperor."

"You did it to repay a debt of gratitude, which is understandable, but merchants should know their place. From now on, do not use my banner to conduct business."

The old man in the straw raincoat glanced at the white ape and the Flood Dragon: "The outcome is clear, the Jianghuai Dragon Palace has changed hands. Today's events end here. The Drought Demon fruit and the scorched earth, whoever it is, if it is thrown into my Southern Frontier again, don't even think about seeing it again."

"However, the Flood Dragon and I have a past connection after all. Seeing it live, I cannot bear to see it die. Its skills are not as good as the ape's, so the Dragon Palace should naturally change hands. Beyond that, stop here."

No opinion was asked.

The old man in the straw raincoat left, the one in loose robes disappeared, and the white clouds in the sky scattered.

Birds flew again.

The rolling waves continued to follow the previous tide.

"Ha... ha..."

White hair fluttered in the wind, breathing heavily.

The white ape's actions recovered, it clenched its burning five fingers, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and clenched into a fist. The azure tentacles wrapped around its forearm, the Sea Master hurriedly stepped forward to wrap it, and shrunk back into the white ape's body.

Golden eyes swept across.

The Flood Dragon disappeared, shuttling into the sea.

The Southern Frontier Great Shamans and Da Shun Martial Saints stopped fighting simultaneously, retreated three steps, and bowed respectfully.

On the ground, the Perfected Form and Hunting Tiger experts didn't feel anything wrong, interweaving and fighting desperately.

Lingnan fell, the South Sea retreated, Pan Dong fell, the Flood Dragon walked the water and flooded both banks and three mountains...

"Splash."

The waves hit the reef.

The Luo Cang River water was turbid and unclear, flowing east for eternity.

Immortal.

A few words.

Like flicking the needle of a record player, cutting the film in the film box.

The music and the movie stopped abruptly.

"Kill, kill, kill! Repaying the intention of the Golden Platform, carrying the Jade Dragon to die for the lord! If the lord's grace can be repaid, the Dragon Sword has male and female. Flood Dragon, today I, Old Turtle, will risk my life to take half of yours, give me your life!"

Shou Mountain broke through the white clouds.

Turtle claws patted, General Yuan rushed from Linjiang to the Luo Cang River, grabbing the lead before the Frog King and Turtle King. Seeing the white ape standing in the void, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes revealed infinite thoughts, thousands of melancholy, sighing and expressing emotion at the same time.

"Alas... the Flood Dragon is powerful, and with the iron-headed fish assisting, I, Old Turtle, was lurking in the dark, thinking there was no way to take revenge in this life, destined to die in depression and hatred.

Just seeing the Fire Tree Silver collapse, I felt even more sorrowful, missing the Dragon Lord.

Never did I expect, heroic posture standing tall to open the sky bone, galloping ten thousand miles like divine speed.

Clearing the national demon to wash away the national shame, establishing rituals and music to return to the Heavenly King's honor.

General Yuan of Pengze, congratulates Jianghuai on welcoming a new lord, celebrating for the world, celebrating for the water tribe!"

The Shou Mountain monkey troop ran to tell each other, cheering and jumping, jumping down from the top of the mountain, tails hooking tails, swinging out an arc. The Golden-Haired Monkey King held fresh fruit to offer to the Great Ape.

General Yuan snatched it with a claw and offered it to the white ape, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He originally thought it was the Jianghuai Great Battle, a narrow victory of five against two. Who knew that after all the fuss, the white-haired monkey ran around, and one demon beat away the Flood Dragon and the iron-headed fish.

Splash.

The sound of breaking through the air.

General Yuan subconsciously shrank his head, discovering that what flew over was a peach tree branch, with a small green snake hanging between the branches.

Wood-type Long Qi!

Good stuff.

Not daring to delay, the old turtle hurriedly planted it on Shou Mountain, discovering that the white ape had already left.

Damn it!

A wisp of Long Qi to dismiss me? The merit of following the ape at the risk of my life, what about the Dragon Palace treasury?

That wasn't the price we discussed before!

(End of chapter)