Chapter 174 (1/2)

Deep in the mouth of the Yangtze River, Jiaolong palace flickered gently.

”Alas... It's not good to provoke anyone who can write imperial poems. It's just that the little princess reads the poems and likes him most. You won. Since you lost, you lost. It's a pity, a pity...”

On the Yangtze River, the dragon mouth of the Jiaowang of the Qingjiang River was open, the longan was staring, his hand was loose, and the jiaosheng dragon horn fell down, but his claws quickly fished it and grabbed the Dragon horn.

”Imperial poetry, there is a bad feeling! He has only written half of it, and I still have a chance!”

The Jiao king thought to himself that he had the holy dragon horn in his mouth and injected his blood into the Dragon horn.

The sky and the earth change color again, the dark clouds gather again, the wind and rain return again, and the rain curtain blocking the sky and the sun slowly thickens.

The literati in Jingguo were worried. The first two sentences ”before leaving the sea, thousands of mountains and mountains are dark, we can reach the ten thousand national brightness in the sky” have the ”potential” of heaven and earth, but not enough ”power”. The last two sentences are not important, but if ”power” is not enough, the swimming dragon on paper can not really turn into a dragon, let alone break the heavy rain and flood in Jiangzhou.

Poetry into Tenglong is the real imperial poetry.

The literati in Qing Dynasty repeatedly cursed Fang Yun's failure.

Fang Yun writes.

If the wind and rain cover your eyes, the sun breaks the clouds and waves, and China is surprised!

Before the last sentence was finished, Feng Yuanjun shouted, ”the sun breaks the clouds, that's enough!”

Fang Yun wrote ”chanting the sun” at the top of the poem.

Shicheng, the little dragon's virtual shadow turned into a golden dragon, but it could still swim in the paper. Little golden dragon ate all the words written by Fang Yun, and made a loud noise, and then struggled against the poem page like a broken shell.

The poem page burst into a cloud, and then the Golden Dragon appeared from the fog. As soon as he swung his body into the sky, he flew bigger and bigger.

”Oh...”

Jinlong suddenly roared up to the sky. The wind stopped and the rain stopped in Jiangzhou for thousands of miles.

The sun had two hours to set. It was dim, and suddenly emitted endless red light. It was like the rising sun rising eastward, breaking thousands of miles of clouds and sweeping away clouds and water vapor.

Where the sun shines, the river flows back, the rain evaporates, and the terrible hidden danger of flood is solved quickly.

Tens of thousands of water demons were illuminated by the sun. The water in their bodies evaporated rapidly, screamed and fled to the bottom of the water, desperately swimming to the Yangtze River.

Then, the sunshine in the sky seemed to gather on the Golden Dragon transformed by the emperor's poetry. The Golden Dragon suddenly became golden and dazzling.

The golden dragon was just above the tower. Except Fang Yun, everyone had to cover their eyes with their hands. Even governor Lu, the highest Wen, had to close his eyes to avoid being burned. Even slaves narrowed their eyes.

The Golden Dragon seemed to have a spirit. He turned his head and looked at Fang Yun, and then shouted at the Jiao king.

Jiaowang Mingming is the demon king and one of the most noble lineages second only to the dragon family. However, he was roared by the dragon of the sun, his dragon scales burst, scattered scales and blood.

The Jiao king was stunned. He looked at the dragon of the sun in disbelief. He was a demon king. It was just an imperial poem. Why is the imperial dragon so strong!

Before Jiao Wang could understand, a cloud of white clouds suddenly rose from the East China Sea. I didn't know what was wrapped in the white clouds and flew quickly.

The Jiao holy dragon horn in the Jiao King's hand seemed to grow wings. It suddenly left the Jiao King's claws, flew into the water and flew to the Jiao dragon palace.

”You are...”

Before the Jiao King spoke, a clear and melodious dragon language sounded in the sky.

”King Jiao of the Qingjiang River ignored the ban of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and attacked the Yuhai port at night. The crime is one and the horn is broken!”

Before the Jiao king could react, a huge seal of one foot square appeared in the sky. The shape of the seal was similar to that of an ordinary jade seal, but a dragon palace was carved on the top of the seal.

The Jiao King trembled when he saw the Dragon Seal.

”Ah...” the Jiao king suddenly screamed, and his two dragon horns broke at the same time.

”Steal the things of Jiao Sheng, transfer the water from all over the world, bring disaster to one state, wipe out the lives, and peel off the skin!”

The Dragon Seal did not move, but the Jiao king suddenly screamed again and again. A crack opened in his chin and extended to his abdomen, finally to his tail, and then a complete dragon skin was stripped off.

The people on the tower couldn't believe watching this scene. The other party was the son of Jiao Sheng, a generation of demon king. He had Jiao Sheng's blood. Ordinary scholars who didn't fight often couldn't kill him. Such a strong demon king was skinned by cutting off his horns in the sky over Jiaolong palace. This is no longer an ordinary punishment.

”I read that you have made meritorious contributions to the aquarium. Write down the three sins and cramps for the time being. In order to prevent you from doing evil, abolish your two layers of Dragon Ball divine light!”

”No...”

The Jiao king shouted and saw that he was spewing blood all over his body. A large amount of blood flew to the sky and finally flew into the Dragon Seal. The Jiao King directly fell from the demon king to the demon handsome, which is equivalent to the human Jinshi.