Chapter 770: I Suppress the Huang Long with One Hand, Fishing the Heavens, the Other Hand Can Also Force Back the Demon Zangshan Laozu

"Wait, did I forget something?"

The shocking wisdom reminded Yan Shu, but such a thought that required the brain to rise, was slashed by Yan Shu's heart sword!

The Eyeless Huang Long turned and moved, shuttling underground, sometimes shaking its head and tail to fly in the underground Yinhe, sometimes hiding in a mustard seed, traveling through soil and stone. Its flight and changes were truly unimaginable. When it was small, it was invisible to the naked eye, and when it traveled in the dark river, it could restore its thousand-zhang dragon shape.

Especially the layer of mucus on its body surface, no matter what substance stuck to it, it would slide off when the Huang Long twisted.

Even the power of shifting and shuttling in the void, heavy spatial obstacles, and formation barriers, still slid off when falling on the Huang Long. Even so, no matter how the Huang Long changed, the net always followed closely, becoming larger and smaller as it changed.

Finally, the Huang Long rushed into a wide underground Yinhe of a hundred zhang, suddenly manifesting its original form. The huge body was composed of rings of flesh, but looking closely, there were tiny stiff hairs on each ring of flesh.

These stiff hairs were firmly pierced into the void. Whenever the Heavenly Ghost captured that piece of void, the Huang Long could borrow force from the void and use the mucus on its body surface to slide away.

This mucus was incomparably strange, called Earth Dragon Saliva.

Even if a mortal touched a trace, they could slide into any place without being hurt.

In the past, there was a mortal who accidentally touched a drop of Earth Dragon Saliva, slid out of his clothes, slid all the way to the floor, and finally slid into the ground for dozens of zhang along a small gap in the floor of the house, which was only the width of a finger. He was trapped there for hundreds of years before being accidentally dug out, telling his encounter, which was recorded in "Strange Tales".

The Earth Dragon can drink from the Yellow Springs and live forever. It is rumored that this is because the mucus on its body surface can even slide away from the life and death of the Huang Quan.

And if you kill the Earth Dragon and take its skin, you can refine it into the supreme treasure of the tomb-robbing lineage, the Heaven-Avoiding Clothes! Among the means inherited by Xiao Yu and the other three, there was a related method, but Xiao Yu had also met peers wearing Earth Dragon skin, which could only avoid Yin turbid Qi, and that was all!

Let Xiao Yu evaluate it—not as good as Dust-Avoiding Incense!

Today, this Eyeless Huang Long proved that the record was somewhat true.

But on the slippery Earth Dragon skin, and even on the stiff hairs that could pierce the void and borrow force, hung a small silver hook. A thin line on it connected all the way to a small stick as short as a human index finger, and the Ear Dao God was holding the small stick and trembling.

Qian Chen would definitely have his eyes shine if he saw it, and he would fiercely pat its shoulder, praising: "Good boy, you have ambition! A three-inch-two rod, a two-micron hook, hanging such big bait, how big a fish do you want to catch?"

The Ear Dao God floated in the air with the fishing line, trying his best to free his hands to press his small straw hat.

Then he lifted his hat slightly, his small face full of anger and determination.

He adjusted his posture and leaned towards the back of the Eyeless Huang Long. After slipping a few times, he finally stood firm, his two hands trying hard to pull the fishing rod, pressing himself down and sticking to the Earth Dragon's skin.

The fishing rod bent into a bow shape, and the Ear Dao God was still reeling in the rod.

He wrestled with the Huang Long. It looked like he was standing on the Huang Long's back, but in fact, he was throwing it out, with the ambition to swallow heaven and earth, wanting to use this Huang Long to fish!

The Ear Dao God walked step by step towards the Huang Long's head with the fishing line pulling himself. He swung the rod fiercely, the silver hook loosened and flew out, hanging next to the Huang Long's giant mouth. This adventure made him lose his balance on the Huang Long's back again and fly out.

But when he bent the fishing rod again and pressed himself onto the Huang Long's head, he was already standing on the top of the Huang Long's head.

A true fisherman fears nothing, uses the Huang Long as bait, stands on the top of the giant, and wants to subdue everything with the rod in his hand!

Watching the Huang Long follow its instinct and drill towards the source of the Yinhe, the Ear Dao God knew it was not allowed. To fish for a true dragon, the biggest taboo is to let the prey act according to its instinct. A true fisherman should let the prey move according to his heart.

Tension and relaxation are all under control.

Even though the Huang Long was not the target in the Ear Dao God's eyes, just bait, he had to subdue the bait first before he could fish for the unprecedented big fish!

He supported the fishing rod with one hand and took out his precious paintbrush with the other, casually painting two bean eyes on the head of the Eyeless Huang Long.

The true meaning of the painting way, turning the virtual into reality, turning the fake into true.

The Ear Dao God used the supreme painting way to chisel two holes for the dark and withered consciousness of the Eyeless Huang Long. Things that had never existed pierced into its perception, making this blind giant beast panic as never before. Just the weakest pair of eyes that could transmit a little light stimulated the Huang Long to change its habits, suddenly breaking away from the dark river and drilling towards a thick mountain.

The Huang Long squeezed through the mountain range in an instant, but it made the Heavenly Ghosts behind it somewhat at a loss, as if it had deviated from their plan.

Just two small holes that perceived light made the Eyeless Huang Long change its instinct, instead drilling towards the deeper darkness of the ground.

The Ear Dao God copied a Buddha with a pen, pondered for a long time at the Dharma eyes that looked at the world with compassion, and then held the tip of the brush, which was bigger than his head, in his small mouth, dipped it in the last bit of Buddha blood he had hidden, and painted a wisdom eye on the back of the Eyeless Huang Long.

In an instant, all kinds of colors poured into the heart of the Eyeless Huang Long, as if the dark heaven and earth had been opened up, as if sentient beings were pouring in one by one.

The Eyeless Huang Long suddenly roared to the sky, seeing the Heavenly Ghosts shuttling through. It suddenly sprayed a large amount of Huang Quan sand, turning it into a sea of sand in front of it, which was pervasive, covering a radius of dozens of li underground.

Its body suddenly shrank, turning into a loach-like one.

The Ear Dao God rode on the loach's back, the fishhook in his hand firmly hung in its mouth. The Heavenly Ghosts behind broke into the Huang Quan sand, but all fell into it. Even if they wanted to shuttle, they were stuck and pulled by the Huang Quan sand, shuttling for hundreds of zhang, also in the sea of sand.

Finally, a thousand Heavenly Ghosts worked together to forcibly move this sea of sand ten thousand li away.

But the void net was also broken, and the Eyeless Huang Long took the opportunity to escape.

Seeing that the Eyeless Huang Long had gradually adapted to the two pairs of eyes, the Ear Dao God pondered with a pen. This time he made a draft in his heart and painted a pair of Daoist eyes for the Huang Long. Suddenly, all kinds of vitality poured into the Huang Long's eyes, and the rolling earth vein Qi was like a tide, which was so clear for the first time in the Eyeless Huang Long's perception.

It changed its route again.

The Ear Dao God drew eyes for it time and time again according to the Huang Long's route, until the sixth pair of eyes, which could already see the world, sentient beings, thoughts, vitality, human hearts, and the void. Finally, it shook off the Heavenly Ghosts behind. The Huang Long rushed out of the thick ground layer to a sea of blood, raised its head and roared, the seven layers of sharp teeth turned outwards, exceptionally ferocious.

At this time, the Ear Dao God just casually painted a pair of Qian Chen's eyes on it.

In an instant, all the previous senses erupted, and endless colors poured into the Eyeless Huang Long's heart chaotically. At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to have overturned countless paint cans, all kinds of colors mixed, and a ray of light could distinguish billions of colors.

For a time, the chaotic five colors made people blind.

The Eyeless Huang Long only felt dizzy, all kinds of chaotic things that made it extremely afraid and strange struck, finally drowning its brain, which was not big to begin with.

It opened its mouth and spat out the things in its stomach. The viscous body fluid sprayed out like rain, pouring towards the sea of blood.

Yan Shu was brewing sword Qi, and the body-protecting light around him was only a thin layer left, which was also sprayed out with the gastric juice of the Eyeless Huang Long, covered in mucus.

The dizzy Eyeless Huang Long was shaken by the Ear Dao God's fishing rod, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a micro-worm of the right size on the fishing rod, which was thrown into the sea of blood by the Ear Dao God.

Yan Shu opened his eyes vaguely and saw the palm-sized little man sitting leisurely on a small stone, with his back to him, fishing facing the sea of blood.

For a time, the aura of the strong man of the Fishing Dao Great Emperor rushed towards him.

"This little thing..." Yan Shu couldn't laugh or cry: "So it was forgotten?"

"No!"

Yan Shu suddenly remembered that when he was swallowed into the Eyeless Huang Long, and even when he used the Universe in the Sleeve to take everyone away, in addition to various Demon Path means and incredible Yin-poison magic, there was also a lazy thought in his mind.

"In favorable circumstances, rely on Qian Chen; in adverse circumstances, rely on yourself; in desperate circumstances, rely on the Ear Dao God!"

"Ear God, always the god!"

"Just lie down!"

"Fishing Dao Great Emperor, can't you even handle a small earthworm?"

"No matter how big the earthworm is, it's just an earthworm!"

Yan Shu painfully covered his head, wanting to throw out this shocking wisdom: "Is this, is this Junior Brother's wisdom?"

Senior Brother Yan felt lingering fear: "It's simply too evil! Evil to the core!"

There was a pain of three views being subverted and cognition being broken.

Yan Shu felt for the first time that there was something his sword heart couldn't slash! As the Demon Path wisdom went deeper and deeper, Qian Chen's ideological pollution was too terrifying... The most fatal thing was that no matter how absurd the idea was, it could actually succeed.

Is this... the shocking Demon Path wisdom?

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A Daoist sitting on a nine-headed lion, with a smiling gaze and wearing a Daoist robe, slowly walked into the Huang Quan.

The lion's four feet landed on the Forgotten Chuanhe. The weak water didn't float, and even the light soul would sink into the Forgotten Chuanhe water, but it actually supported the lion.

The Daoist's left hand hung down, his right hand held a scripture, placed it in front of his chest, and slowly walked through the endless fog of the Nine Nethers, arriving at a broken, scarred bridge.

At the head of the bridge, an old man, wearing a red robe, with his chest and breasts exposed, sat with one leg raised carelessly, the other leg stretched out of the bridge, with an old purple bamboo fishing rod on his knees, a cocoon thread, a light hook, hanging into the Forgotten Chuanhe.

"What fish is the old man fishing for?" The Daoist asked loudly.

The old man showed a smile and said proudly: "I am fishing for a true dragon. You worry-free Daoist, don't come to disturb me! Can't you hear so many people calling you in the world? I didn't call you, go, go, go..."

He waved his hand to drive him away.

The Daoist rolled up the scripture, pointed to his chest and said: "Old man, are you fishing for the true dragon that can be big or small, can rise or hide; big then raises clouds and spits fog, small then hides in the mustard seed; rising then flies between the universe, hiding then lurks in the waves?"

"That's not a true dragon, just a splashing loach, only worthy of being my live bait!" The old man said with disdain.

He lifted the fishing rod, which was empty. The Forgotten Chuanhe flowed by, but on the empty hook, it seemed to move the hearts of the two people.

"What I am fishing for is the true dragon that teaches the universe with morality, has the myriad realms of the cosmos in its chest, can see the past and future in its eyes, can destroy everything with evil, overturn the Great Dao; can not hurt ants with kindness, not abandon sentient beings. It led the group to clean up the Heavenly Dao in the past, and today it sleeps in the nine heavens!" The old man laughed heroically: "How is this dragon?"

The Daoist's face became solemn: "Precious beyond words!"

"But this dragon, big then uses the myriad realms of the cosmos as clouds, wears thousands of worlds, opens its mouth to encompass the sun, moon, and stars, even the old man's dwelling place is just a bit of dirt on the dragon's teeth; small then has no obstacles, dreams into the great thousand, does not stay in things, does not labor in the heart, dreams of butterflies and equalizes things, there is no self outside the body! Can such a dragon be fished?"

The Daoist rode the lion and sat down on the stone bridge beside the old man.

The old man's face was uncertain, and he said straightforwardly: "Why did you sit down! Get out, get out, affecting me fishing, I can lose my temper!"

"Losing temper is just right!" The Daoist laughed: "You can listen to this volume of my 'Qinghua Scripture for Saving Suffering and Pardoning Sins', which can eliminate three disasters, clarify the root of evil, clear the heart and reduce desires, six desires do not arise, three poisons are eliminated, a hundred insects do not arise, so quiet, gradually entering the true Dao; once entering the true Dao, it is called obtaining the Dao! Although it is called obtaining the Dao, there is actually nothing obtained... No matter what kind of fire of ignorance, it is difficult to be that word 'pure'!"

"I am most annoyed by these broken scriptures!" The old man threw down the fishing rod: "After a day, I didn't catch a single fish, ah ah ah ah ah! I'm going to lose my temper!"

Accompanied by his roar, waves suddenly rose on the calm Forgotten Chuanhe, rolling turbid waves slapped, as if wanting to bring the aftermath of the stormy waves from the dark depths of the Nine Nethers.

But the Daoist just chanted the scriptures, and lotus flowers fell on the Forgotten Chuanhe. As his lips moved, they flowed against the current and drifted towards the depths of the Nine Nethers.

After the Daoist finished chanting a volume of scriptures, he looked at the direction of the Nine Nethers at the source of the Forgotten Chuanhe with sadness, shook his head and said: "Taiyi is uncertain, Zangshan Laozu, if your heart cannot be determined, no matter what, you will never catch that fish!"

"Is it that my heart cannot be determined?" The old man sneered: "It's that someone blocked the downstream of the river. I catch a fish, and he can pick one off. Why can't I choose the fish I want?"

"It's that the Zangshan Laozu's heart is attached, and he must catch that fish!" The Daoist persuaded kindly: "Fellow Daoist, it's time to let go!"

"The true dragon doesn't want to let go, it must be held in the mouth. Why must I let go of that fish? Just because it was released by you? Remember, you all owe the Nine Nethers, owe these sentient beings. One day, that fish will jump out and swallow everything!"

Thinking of this, the old man laughed proudly: "I have already prepared a top-grade bait. Before catching that fish, I will catch a true dragon for you to see!"

"Now... my bait..."

The old man pointed behind him, and his face changed instantly. He asked the Heavenly Ghosts who returned listlessly, lifelessly, and trembling: "Where is my bait?"

"What, lost it?"

The old man waved his sleeve, and the blood-colored red light was about to smash these Heavenly Ghosts to pieces, but was stopped by the lotus flowers blooming on them.

The old man was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking. He pointed at the Daoist and gritted his teeth: "Taiyi, do you have to go against me? I fish and you chant scriptures, I dig for bait and you distract me, I clean up a few subordinates and you want to save them. Good, good, good, I will overturn this lake now, and no one will want to fish!"

"If I let you catch a fish, I am not the Lord of the Blood Sea!"

The old man waved his sleeve, carried the fishing rod, and turned to leave.

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Yan Shu released the people in his sleeve. A group of people were dizzy and stepped onto the land, staggering, obviously shaken not lightly, but when they saw where they were, no one was not panicked.

A boundless sea of blood was calm and waveless, lying in front of everyone. Behind them was a vertical abyss of ten thousand zhang, high and invisible to the top.

Zhu Tanmo saw the boundless sea of blood, his dull gaze slowly awakened. The spiritual mountain in his heart fell, the Buddha in his chest opened his eyes, witnessing the boundless sea of blood lying in front of him. Silently, a drop of blood and tears fell.

The Buddhist disciples beside him were all panicked and hurriedly stepped forward.

Only to see the golden body bleeding, falling from the eyes, saying: "The boundless sea of blood is hard to cross, the three-life wish becomes empty. The Mani wisdom bead, cannot be counted, cannot be twisted! After the bad kalpa, it is empty..."

The Buddha body weeps blood, the Demon Sea is hard to cross.

Everyone was panicked. The sea of blood was calm and waveless, as if looking at it, the essence and blood in the heart would leave the body. It was like a huge living body, the whole ocean seemed to be a living thing. Staying beside such a terrifying existence, everyone had a feeling of suffocation.

The Blood Sea Old Demon was almost paralyzed on the ground, looking at the boundless sea of blood, and couldn't even raise a trace of resistance in his heart.

The Righteous Path couldn't do it, the Fomen didn't dare, and the Demon Path was even more unbearable.

For a time, only the Fishing Dao Great Emperor Ear Dao God had his back to all living beings, fishing alone in the sea of blood. He had a black bamboo branch, a Forgotten Silk, a moon silver hook, and a Huang Long earthworm. His spirit had entered beyond the clouds, his heart was like dead gray, fishing the heavens!

In the sea of blood, a lotus flower drifted from afar, but before it reached the shore, it was overturned by the blood waves.

At this time, groundlessly, the sea of blood set off slight waves, like a tide, surging towards the shore wave by wave, just like a life that contained the whole sea of blood and could not be described, walking towards them step by step.

This surging turned into a monstrous wave, a sword light that could not be described, surpassing everyone's cognition, incredible, containing unimaginable changes, slashing towards time, fate, karma, and human hearts...

It was determined to cut off the thread of fate and love on Yan Shu and Ning Qingchen.

But just at this moment, a giant wave rose under the Ear Dao God's feet, like a giant hand slapping towards the little person, but it was a strange and incomparable giant fish, like clouds, clear water, and crystals, opening its fins and leaping out of the sea of blood.

That giant Kun's fins slapped, splitting the sea of blood, rushing into the sky. In its mouth, an infinitely extending thread, like forgetting, existed or not, pulled towards the fishing rod in the Ear Dao God's hand.

That three-inch little person, in front of the giant Kun, was simply not even a speck of dust, not even an ant in the great thousand worlds, but his fishing rod bent, still struggling to lift the giant Kun up.

The giant Kun crossed over everyone's heads, smashing down like the sky.

Everyone could only scream, completely unable to believe that they would be so incredible, and no one would believe it if they said it, absurdly, dying like this, but when the giant Kun fell with a bang, it turned into a rain, a wisp of green smoke, an illusion, or a real—a dream, suddenly shattered.

Only faint mist came towards them.

The mist dissipated, and a huge, incomparable carp hung on the Ear Dao God's silver hook, lying on the shore of the sea of blood.

A butterfly flapped its wings, fluttering and flying over the sea of blood.

Yan Shu turned his head to look with a feeling, only to see in the distance, on the shore slapped by the sea of blood, there seemed to be an old man carrying a fishing rod looking at them vaguely. In the gloom of the sea of blood, his facial expression could not be seen clearly, but from his empty fishing rod and hands.

Very embarrassed!

The sea of blood churned, and someone seemed to be whispering: "After all, how many people really got the deer, not as good as dreaming of being a fish all day! Go... go..."

The Ear Dao God lowered his straw hat slightly, his coir raincoat didn't move, he was old and calm. This was just another time the Great Emperor shattered the Dao heart of a humble fisherman. Among the many fishing Dao enemies suppressed by the Great Emperor, it was not worth mentioning! ===== CHAPTER 771 =====