After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"Young friend Zhou, you flatter me."

Miao Laoshi unfolded a water-repelling bead around his body, keeping the river water out.

"The old man admits that your methods are extraordinary and your invincible body is unparalleled in the world."

His withered lips opened and closed.

"But this dragon is related to the survival of my lineage of corpse-driving."

The Pai Sect wants it dead, you want its elixir, but I want it alive.

"You want it to live?"

Zhou Ran chuckled.

"Relying on you, a mere half-step Golden Core cultivator?"

That old corpse was willing to sacrifice its own lifespan to help Li Zhiyao prolong her life, because it was trying to use itself to fight against the Paijiao and its ilk!

"Tsk tsk... Old Miao, I really underestimated you. Using your own granddaughter to bait the nest, you're really something."

Miao Laoshi didn't even glance at Zhou Ran; his gaze was fixed on the bright red silver bell in Miao Yingying's palm.

"snort!"

"Yingying, ring the bell!"

"The blood pact of our ancestral master can awaken the old dragon's last vestiges of consciousness. Combined with my three golden-armored corpses, it will obey us!"

"grandfather……

Brother Zhou saved my life!

This dragon pill can save Sister Li!

Miao Yingying cried out, curling up at the edge of the protective shield.

"Shut up!"

Miao Laoshi spoke with a fierce tone, his cloudy old eyes filled with nothing but ruthless malice, as if he were about to devour anyone.

"Without dragon energy, Li Zhiyao will be annihilated sooner or later!"

Are you going to kill hundreds of my Miao people for the sake of a stranger's ghost?

"Ring the bell!"

"Control the old dragon, kill the leader of the Pai Sect, and also kill Zhou Ran!"

Inside the protective shield, all the color drained from Wang Pangzi's face.

He met Miao Yingying at Zhenhun Temple, and they have spent the last few days together.

The seeds of attraction had already been planted in their hearts.

He stopped moving, staring intently at Miao Yingying, then glancing at the helpless Zhou Ran.

On one side was the girl he had fallen for for the first time in his life.

On one side are his brothers who pulled him out of the mire and taught him how to cultivate immortality.

Miao Yingying had already bitten her lower lip until it bled, and her eyes were full of guilt as she looked at Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang's breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved.

He gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging out into two hard lumps, and reached down to touch his lower back.

bass!

He pulled out a sharpened military dagger.

The fat man never looked at Miao Yingying again.

Instead, he strode to the very front of the shield, leaving his broad back to the girl.

He looked at the murky river water and the menacing water ghosts and old dragons within it, his voice hoarse and terrifying.

"Old Miao, who did you just say you wanted to kill?"

The fat man raised his hand and slashed his other arm hard with his military dagger.

The flow of blood and the stinging sensation swept away the muddled thoughts in his mind.

"I, Fatty, am a rough man and don't understand your traditions."

But I know that my life was given to me by Brother Ran.

After saying this, the fat man's eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared.

"If anyone dares to touch my brother Ran today, I'll bite a piece of their flesh off!"

"Miao girl, if you ring that bell, I'll die right in front of you!"

Miao Yingying was completely stunned.

She felt a burning pain in her palm, but she simply tore her hand off the silver bell.

With a tearing sound as skin and flesh separated, she staggered back several steps.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The silver bell, no longer restrained, flew directly out of the protective shield, broke through the membrane of the Heavenly Water Bowl, and hovered in the water.

The old dragon's scarlet vertical pupils were fixed on the silver bell, and a low roar came from its throat.

Fifty meters away.

The leader of the Pai Sect stood on the floating boulder, watching this scene, and burst into wild laughter.

The appearance of Miao Yingying, this unexpected variable, had already disrupted his plans.

But the plot developed too quickly.

The situation has now turned in their favor again!

Once the Black Witch Village appears, his sect will be in a completely winning situation!

"Ha ha ha ha!

Zhou Ran!

Is this your source of confidence?

Infighting?

Betrayed by everyone?

The cult leader formed hand seals, and the Blood-Locking Dragon Net activated once more, radiating a brilliant red light.

"You old corpse-driving ghost, do you think you can compete with me for the dragon with your broken bell?"

Today you will all have to fill this water hole!

Before the cult leader's maniacal laughter subsided, a sharp cry came from the sixty-meter-deep waters above.

That sound was so powerful it could split the entire Yangtze River in two from top to bottom.

A large, shuttle-shaped water-repelling artifact descended from the sky.

Its entire body was covered with intricate and twisted Southern Frontier witchcraft runes, and it plummeted rapidly with a blinding cold light.

Wherever the cold light passed, the water ghosts of the Pai Sect were instantly dissolved into blood before they even had a chance to scream.

The ritual implement hovered above the water's eye, and the light dissipated.

Twelve figures clad in black robes and wearing white bone masks spread out in a fan shape, each exuding the foul, rotten aura of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The Twelve Witches!

At the very center of them, on a lotus throne made of white bones, sat an old man leaning on a dove-shaped cane, his face covered in corpse spots, his eyes sinister.

Beside him stood Xiao Rou, the alluring Black Witch Village Holy Maiden with a face veiled in light gauze.

"Master of Red Mountain Sect, I'm late!"

The elder swung his staff, and a cloud of black venom spread in the water, turning three leeches that came near into pus.

"I told you, Black Witch Village will protect you in your quest for the dragon!"

Anyone who dares to stop you is an enemy of the million Gu cultivators of Southern Xinjiang!

The leader of the Pai Sect revealed a look of wild joy on his face.

"The Grand Elder has arrived just in time!"

"I'll leave this young brat to you. Once I subdue the old dragon, I'll give you half of the dragon's blood, and I'll keep my word!"

Zhou Ran hovered in the muddy water.

The Twelve Witches.

The Great Elder of Black Witch Village.

The leader of the Pai Sect and three hundred water ghosts.

Miao Laoshi and his three golden-armored corpses.

And that four-thousand-year-old dragon that was on the verge of rioting.

His gaze passed over the small fish above, staring intently into the deeper darkness.

Compared to the Pai Sect and the Black Witch Village, he was more worried about the power of the island nation.

Boom!

The silt at the bottom of the water eye was lifted up by a huge force, and large clumps of yellow bubbles surged up.

A colossal object whose entire body reflected a cold, metallic luster.

It smashed through the rock strata and squeezed out from the deep crack.

Susanoo.

The steel behemoth, hundreds of meters long, had its bridge illuminated by stark white searchlights.

Four Japanese Onmyoji dressed in white stood at the four corners, holding the Yata Mirror projection, continuing to burn the remaining chains.

But on the submarine's broad bow deck.

There was only one person standing there.

Even under the pressure of tens of thousands of tons of water, the man's elegant black trench coat remained perfectly pressed.

Without him activating any water-repelling magic, the river water automatically slid away within three feet of him.

He put his hands in his pockets, took two steps forward on the metal deck, raised his head, and revealed his face.

When Fatty Wang, standing inside the protective shield, saw that face, his mind went completely blank, and the military dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Zhao...Zhao Tao?"

That face was exactly the same as Zhao Tao, Zhou Ran's best friend for four years in college.

But now, a calm and elegant smile graces his face, yet there is not a trace of human warmth in his eyes.

"Master?"

Zhou Ran's voice carried underwater as he secretly clenched his fist.

The Black Dragon Society came prepared this time.

"Let's get to know each other again."

Zhao Tao's lips moved, and he still used Zhao Tao's voice, but his tone was so strange that it gave people goosebumps.

"I am a disciple of Kamo no Tadashi."

Your brother's bloodline is surprisingly useful.

His hatred for you is thicker than this raging river!

He still maintains the little habit Zhao Tao had when he was alive, of scratching the back of his head.

In this setting, only the eeriness remains.

"What, seeing my face, you can't bring yourself to do it?"

"Or are you waiting for that girlfriend who betrayed you?"

The master flicked a golden arc of magic from his fingertip, severing the fifth chain binding the old dragon.

The old dragon let out a deafening, excited roar, and its body swelled rapidly.

"Surrounded by enemies on all sides."

The Pai Sect will take your life, the Black Witch Village will skin you alive.

You can't count on the Miao people either; even your brother has become my vessel.

The old man spread his hands, his smile deepening.

"Zhou Ran, what makes you think you can compete with me for this dragon core?"