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514 Falling Water Tribe

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    The snake girl transformed into a poisonous-spotted golden-scaled snake, and the monstrous death aura caused the swamp within a hundred miles to churn up. Countless dead trees were uprooted, and the swamp rolled into the sky, curled into a strand under the snake girl's spiritual pressure.  A tornado swept across the natives below.

    The natives were taken aback for a moment. The status of the giant python in the snake clan's necromancers was the next leader. They hurriedly took out leaves from their bodies, and they couldn't read the leaves.  The incantations, as the natives chanted, the leaves were painted with dazzling white light, illuminating the darkness around them, flying into the sky like lights, and blending into the tornadoes.

    Seeing the leaves successfully integrated into the black tornado, the aborigines immediately raised their smiles. When they chanted the mantra louder, the black tornado suddenly became violent.  However, seeing hundreds of aborigines still as stable as Mount Tai, they couldn't help but turn pale with fright.

    woo woo

    I don't know if it's the sound of the wind or the sound of crying, but a dozen tornadoes are completely torn apart by this strange sound, as if they have never appeared before, scattered in the strong light and sound, blowing away the darkness and mud, covering a radius of tens of miles.  As if everything was clean, huge boulders appeared on the swamp.

    Yang Qingshan flew up and landed on a boulder protruding from the swamp, staring intently at the boulder in the swamp, suddenly remembered something, and said to the magic water: "You must succeed, otherwise you won't have to come out.  "

    The magic water is laying stagnant water to trap the dragon. This is his famous stunt. He just said it to Yang Qingshan once again in a small chat. He didn't expect Yang Qingshan to remember it. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, because he had never really been trapped before.  A dragon, even half of the spirit beasts have not been controlled, because the stagnant water needed for the big formation, the magic water does not have it.

    "It's over. If you fail, you will be locked in the world for the rest of your life. What a pain." Mo Shui laughed at himself, and suddenly saw a puddle of water under a rock.  It has always presented a kind of black, tasteless, but very pure, youthful black?  Mo Shui cried, it turned out to be stagnant water.

    "Master, I found stagnant water. Don't worry, I will succeed." Mo Shui shouted at Yang Qingshan on the rock, and then two big hands deep in the depths, which melted into water-like big wrists, dangled on the ground.  The stagnant water was collected, and the magic water hugged the stagnant water and returned to the center of the original half-arrangement. With evil eyes, he sprinkled the stagnant water.

    Originally, the so-called stagnant water trapped dragon array had no light at all, but when the stagnant water fell, the array let out a mournful cry, emitting a black light, which merged into the hands of the magic water, and condensed into a black mass.  Photosphere.

    Mo Shui looked up at the sky with a ferocious face. The poisonous-spotted golden-scaled snake gradually rushed out of the encirclement under the attack of the natives. Seeing Yang Qingshan and Mo Shui, they first smiled coldly, then raised their heads and opened their mouths, breathing something similar to a dragon's breath.  Poisonous water, falling like rain.

    Yang Qingshan has two pieces of Tianwei's armor on his body, so he is not afraid of any poisonous water, and the magic water is also protected by a large array, but those hundreds of aboriginals have suffered, as soon as they are touched by the poisonous water, they will roll with smoke all over their bodies.  When they landed on the ground, those with low cultivation levels turned into a puddle of flesh and blood in a short while, while those with high cultivation levels trembled all over and turned black, looking like they were about to die.

    "The god of the future."

    A ray of light flew from a distance, and Yang Qingshan could feel a strong power of faith flowing from him. It was obvious that he had just undergone a sacrifice and completed the blessing of the power of faith. He flew towards Yang Qingshan with a smile on his face.  After a respectful salute, he unhurriedly took out a pure white leaf and threw it, and the white leaf turned into a heavy white rain, which fell on hundreds of aborigines, and the aborigines immediately returned to normal.

    The poisonous-spotted golden-scaled snake looked surprised and frightened at this, glanced at Yang Qingshan, gritted its teeth, turned around and was about to fly away, but was locked by two black chains that rushed up from below.  , She was startled suddenly, she felt her spiritual pressure weakening, and immediately knew it was not good, she struggled hard to escape, but the black chain tightly wrapped around her tail.

    "HahaMaster, this little snake has been locked by the dragon chain." Mo Shui smiled proudly, but the cultivation base of the distraction stage was too weak to completely hold the snake demon in the Dacheng stage.  Laughing while being dragged by the snake girl, he was about to leave the formation.

    Yang Qingshan took a step forward, grabbed the magic water, and also felt the huge strength of the snake girl. He sneered in his heart, agitating the spiritual power of his whole body, and finally equaled the power of the snake girl. In the big formation, Yang Qingshan stalemate.  He lowered his voice and drank the magic water: "Quick!"

    "yes."

    &nnbsp; "You" Yang Qingshan became puzzled,

    "Falling into the water is very heavy, like flat ground." The head of the falling into the water smiled proudly.

    "Master, Falling Water is known as the heaviest water in the world. His strength is immeasurable, but it's a pity that Falling Water has completely lost its aura." Mo Shui said regretfully beside him.

    The head of the Luoshui tribe hated the appearance of the magic water, snorted, and led Yang Qingshan to the surface of the water.

    After walking for half an hour, Yang Qingshan finally saw the whole picture of the Falling Water Tribe. Compared with the Flaming Tribe, the population here is several times larger, and the houses of the aborigines here are all like small boats.  The rehearsal is one piece, and at a glance, it looks like a warship, very imposing.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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