More and more parts of the dragon's horns were exposed, and soon, everyone who could see the outlet to the sea shut their mouths, because at this time, through the water surface, they could even see the outline of the huge head underwater.
The Dragon Saint is about to emerge from the water.
"well… "
Sighs were heard one after another. When they saw Fang Yun activating the Nine Cauldrons of Great Xia, everyone thought that Fang Yun could scare off the Jiao Saint. However, who knew that the Jiao Saint, a half-saint of the Jiao clan, actually possessed the dragon clan's greatest treasure.
Ordinary treasures can never compete with the Nine Cauldrons of Great Xia in the Shengyuan Continent. If the treasures of the barbarians or some rare alien races were here, they would be easily suppressed by the Nine Cauldrons of Great Xia. But the problem is, firstly, the dragon clan is not the enemy of the human race, and secondly, the dragon clan was once the master of all worlds, and the power of the dragon clan's treasures is far beyond imagination.
Just as the Dragon Saint was about to surface, the paper where "Yueyang Tower Inscription" was located suddenly burst into strong light.
Everyone instinctively narrowed their eyes, and when they opened them again, they found that the paper in front of Fang Yun had not changed at all.
"Look above Dongting Lake!" Someone pointed above Dongting Lake.
Millions of people turned their heads.
The vast Dongting Lake seemed to be divided into two time and space. The west side of Dongting Lake was covered with dark clouds, howling winds, turbid waves, and wind and rain. It was like the end of the world and a natural disaster had come.
The Dongting Lake on the east side has blue sky, green water and calm waves, like a beautiful painting.
At the junction of the two environments, the Dongting Dragon King showed his head, his left face was hit by the waves, and the other side of his face was blown by the breeze. He looked confused, completely stunned by this power.
The dragon of the Yangtze River rose into the sky, and the people on both sides of the Yangtze River who made their living from the Yangtze River began to burn incense and worship the saint. In addition to worshiping the statue of Confucius, every household also worshipped the semi-saint who could protect them, that is Li Daoyuan, the semi-saint of the human race who wrote "Notes on the Classic of Waterways".
Li Daoyuan is nearing the end of his life, and is traveling around the world, burning his last moments for the human race.
Suddenly, all the statues of Li Daoyuan on both sides of the Yangtze River exploded. A little white light flew out from each of the exploded statues, and in the blink of an eye they gathered in Dongting Lake and condensed into a translucent old man who was a hundred feet tall.
The old man had white hair and a long beard, a thin body and a kind face, but since it was not his real body, he looked a little illusory, especially his eyes, which could only see a void and darkness.
Everyone was shocked, even the floating Dragon Saint stopped rising.
"Great-grandfather!" A university scholar from the Li Sheng family half-knelt on the ground immediately, followed by all the Li family members or relatives nearby who half-knelt. Some scholars from the Jia country saw this, hesitated for a moment, and then half-knelt on the ground one after another.
The Lei family stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to kneel or not.
The Lei family is in Jiaguo.
When the ordinary people of Baling City saw so many scholars kneeling down, and Baling City was close to the river, most people had always been in awe of Li Daoyuan, so some people knelt half-way or fully, even though Li Daoyuan was a half-saint of Jia State.
"I was not present at the last poetry event. Today, all the scholars in the world are gathered together. How can I be absent?"
The voice of the old man Baizhang is pleasant to the ears, like the sound of a spring, or like the sound of a stream, refreshing to the heart.
It was a cool autumn day, and many people were suffering from headaches and fever. Coupled with the wind blowing late at night, they were already feeling a little uncomfortable. However, Li Daoyuan's voice was like a medical manual, completely curing these minor injuries.
Fang Yun stood on the tower, bowed to Li Daoyuan, and said in a thunderous voice: "I am Fang Yun, a junior student, and I pay my respects to the Saint Li."
Those who opposed Fang Yun were upset. They were both human beings, but they were so different in every aspect. They could not even see the semi-saint, but Fang Yun was better. Not only did he summon the water map of the world drawn by Li Daoyuan himself with the Dinghai Records, which was remembered by Li Daoyuan, but he also wrote the Yueyang Tower Records, which mainly described the scenery of Dongting Lake. Before Li Daoyuan was canonized as a saint, he spent most of his time on several rivers, one of which was the Yangtze River. In addition, the Jiao Saint had fought with Li Daoyuan. Once the Yueyang Tower Records shocked the saint, Li Daoyuan would be the first to appear.
The Lei family members felt particularly depressed. They were from Jia country, and Li Daoyuan was a half-saint of Jia country. Now he was helping Fang Yun but not themselves. Even if there was a great reason, it was unacceptable.
Li Daoyuan, who was a hundred feet tall, nodded slightly in response to Fang Yun, then looked up at the Nine Cauldrons of Daxia, the dragon clan treasures and the Yangtze River Dragon.
The dragon of the Yangtze River had been very angry, but the moment it saw Li Daoyuan, it suddenly calmed down and lowered its head slightly, not knowing whether it was out of fear or because it had run out of strength.
"Little Li, do you dare to start a full-scale war with my water tribe?"
A heavy voice sounded, and it seemed as if the voice went around in the nasal cavity for several times before flying out.
This voice was the opposite of Li Daoyuan's voice. Everyone seemed to see a violent storm raging and they might be torn to pieces by the power of this voice at any time.
Everyone was stunned. Li Daoyuan had eaten many magical things that could prolong his life, and his life span was over two hundred years. He was an absolute old man, but Jiao Sheng called him a kid, which was extremely ridiculous.
But on second thought, Jiao Sheng was canonized thousands of years ago. Compared with him, Li Daoyuan is indeed very small.
"When you float out of the river, that will be the time for me to take action!" Li Daoyuan didn't waste any words. He stretched out his hand and saw a beam of water light flying hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant, from Jiaguo straight into his hand.
The light was like water, transforming into a book composed entirely of holy pages with three large characters "Shui Jing Zhu" inscribed on it.
The moment Li Daoyuan held the "Shui Jing Zhu" in his hand, the rivers, lakes, seas, streams, springs, and everything related to water in the Shengyuan Continent shook slightly.
The Yangtze River Dragon trembled, and then the dragon scales on his body slowly dissipated, and he began to transform from a dragon into river water.
Everyone in the literary gathering was shocked. The Dragon Saint was a water creature and had great ability to control water, but in front of Li Daoyuan, he could not even maintain the form of a Yangtze River dragon.
"Your divine consciousness is all over the statues on both sides of the Yangtze River. You must be on guard against me! When did you know that I mastered the Great Dragon Transformation Technique?"
The voice of Jiao Sheng could be heard from far away, and many people felt pain in their ears and had to cover their ears.
"I don't know, but I know that one day you will steal the power of the Yangtze River and bring disaster to the human race."
"How ridiculous! This Saint took action this time only because Fang Yun killed my Thunder Master's descendant. The Water Saints stood by and watched, but this Saint could not just ignore it! However, Fang Yun is a virtual saint of the human race after all, so this Saint naturally cannot kill him, but a small punishment is inevitable! Li boy, if you disperse your thoughts today, I will consider it as a favor to you. If you insist on obstructing me, then this Saint will use the Dragon Clan's treasure and the Great Dragon Transformation Technique to avenge the fact that I was suppressed by you that year!"
"I have traveled all over the world and occasionally gained something. It's a good opportunity to share it with Brother Jiao!" Li Daoyuan responded with a calm smile.
"Hey, Li boy, if you take action, it will violate the agreement between the human race and the aquatic race. If something goes wrong, don't blame me, the old dragon, for not reminding you!"
"If the human race's Xu Sheng falls to the point of being punished by alien races, the agreement will be just a piece of blank paper no matter what. It was Xu Sheng's credit that he summoned me with his shocking article, not my ability." Li Daoyuan spoke slowly, not like a killer who had killed countless water monsters.
"How ridiculous!" The Dragon Saint was furious.
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