The sorcerer's Dharma drove to the riverside. He saw this scene within two miles of his journey.

"Wizard, there are people in front of you."

"It seems like everyone knows we are coming."

Although the mask obscured the witch's face, one could see some changes in her mood.

As soon as the wizard approached the riverside, he saw groups of people swarming up.

Someone among them opened the way, and the soldiers held lanterns and pushed through the crowd. A figure walked out from among them and came to the side of the Dharma driver.

Wen Ji stepped forward: "It's really a magic witch."

The magic witch moved his hands, and Wu Jin, who was standing next to the magic driver, stepped forward to send a message on behalf of the magic witch: "The magic witch is about to perform a ritual and cannot get off the sword. Please forgive me, the prince."

Wen Ji did not have any dissatisfaction: "Of course, of course, the witch's move to save the people is a blessing to the people of Yinzhou."

That sentence: "In the year of Guichen, there was a sudden change in the sky and the earth. A swarm of dragons emerged from thousands of mountains and rivers, headed towards the Yangtze River, and then the sea, hoping to defy the heavens and transform into dragons."

Although Jin Ao only told a few people, such as Yin Yang Lao Taoist and He Taoist, Xihe and Jingu counties also immediately started to move.

In addition, Wen Ji, the king of Lucheng County, was also included.

Wen Ji immediately got out of the way and ordered people on both sides to step forward to clear the way.

The magic witch finally arrived at the riverside, where the Tiangong tribe had isolated it, and Liu Hu stepped forward to pay his respects.

Wizard: "Liu Hu?"

The shaman didn't say anything, he just called out his name on the Dharma Master, and the tiger-like man immediately knelt on the ground.

Liu Hu did not wear the tiger-headed ghost helmet today, so you can see that he looked nervous.

Because although the witch's words were calm, the question-like shouting of his name made him feel the witch's emotions. The other party was vaguely asking him why everyone knew about his coming.

"It's Liu Hu's fault for not thinking carefully."

"There were rumors among the river workers that this dragon embankment has the will of all people as its heart and its bones are made of fine steel and divine iron, but now it is still missing the last piece of flesh and blood."

"So as soon as I dispersed the river workers and everyone on the riverside, some people guessed that the witch was coming."

Liu Hu admitted that he had not handled the matter well, but also explained that it was not his big mouth that leaked the news, but that people here had guessed it.

This is also common.

There are so many river workers and people working here. When there are too many people, some news cannot be concealed.

However, the witch is worried that if the matter is leaked from Liu Hu's side, and his mouth is so unreliable, the witch will also doubt whether he can do a good job as the leader of the Tiangong clan.

Now that the matter has come to an end, the wizard says no more.

The divine shaman stepped down from the Dharma chariot and ordered the shamans under his seat.

"Go and prepare quickly."

After that, the wizard looked at Liu Hu.

"Go and guard the outside. The matter is over. Don't let any more trouble happen."

"The dragon summoned today is not the dragon you have seen before. If a mortal comes close to it, life or death will be unpredictable."

Liu Hu loudly replied: "Yes, Liu Hu will not let anyone break in."

The sun had already set, and the silver moonlight filled the river.

The shaman also held a lantern and reflected it on the water, making it look like there were two moons on the river.

The shaman began to chant the incantation.

"I now ask for the decree of Lord Yunzhong and summon the wandering dragons from all over the world to listen to your orders."

"..."

The sound was like the sound of a melodious flute, slowly drifting across the calm river surface and into the deep water.

As the mantra was recited, a huge thing appeared under the moonlight in the distance.

Coming against the current.

Getting closer.

As the behemoth came from the center of the river, a huge dragon appeared in everyone's eyes.

Its scales showed a simple earth color in the moonlight, but its eyes were like two bright pearls, getting brighter and brighter, shining towards the shore.

The dragon looked extremely ferocious, and the river allowed it to gallop, but when he saw the shadow on the riverside carrying a lantern and wearing a cloud-patterned divine robe with a divine face, he seemed to be suppressed by the sound of chanting a mantra, and slowly approached.

Come.

The shaman used the lamp as a guide to guide Naha to the dragon species.

At night, the rising tide of the river constantly stirred up waves, lapping towards the shore.

Naha finally approached the witch holding the lantern and bowed his head.

Several hundred feet away behind.

The literati who had been waiting for a long time on the river bank, the farmers and children who were squatting on the slope chasing mosquitoes, and the river workers who were standing on the old embankment all shouted.

In an instant, the same words were echoing up and down.

"The dragon is coming, the dragon is coming."

Some people also say.

"What kind of dragon? It's Baxia, the mythical beast Baxia."

"Here is the dragon."

The literati looked at the scene of the bright moon shining silver on the river, and the witch holding a lantern to lure the dragon, and they were all excited.

"It's a clear sky today and it's the first time I've seen a dragon so clearly. I have no regrets in my life."

"That's right, that's right. It's really spectacular. The gods descended from the realm and summoned the dragon. I will compose a poem today."

"I want to paint a painting to pass this feeling and scene on to future generations for future generations to view."

On the slope.

The crowd moved towards higher places one after another, huddled together and looked into the distance.

"This old man has seen a lot in his life. Dragons look like this."

"Hey, why is this dragon different from the ones I saw before?"

"It seems different."

"It doesn't seem like a dragon?"

"Could it be that what the witch summoned today is another dragon from the river."

"The wizard wants to build a dragon embankment. This embankment is not a mortal thing. It seems that the wizard has summoned a more powerful dragon."

"But it seems that the dragon is still the dominant one."

"I heard from the river workers that Ba Xia has the magical power to turn mud into stone. If the wizard wants to build the dragon embankment, he must still call Ba Xia here."

"Why is it a shell?"

"I heard that Ba Xia is the bloodline of a true dragon and a tortoise. Could it be this..."

"I heard that there is a Snail Immortal in the Dragon Palace, so this must be the case."

There are many different opinions, and each one speaks clearly and logically. Scholars quote scriptures, and villagers talk about ancient rumors.

Even if you have never read a book and cannot tell any ancient rumors, I can still make up two sets for you based on your imagination.

Under the moonlight, I saw Naha holding his head high.

Then, the giant shell carried on the dragon's back rotated and made a huge roar.

One after another, slow at first, then faster and faster.

It sounds like a dragon roaring.

No ordinary person has ever seen such movement, and this time, the feeling that the dragon is alive becomes more and more obvious.

moment.

The riverside became quiet.

The dragon roared, and everyone did not dare to speak. They could only let the dragon tyrant roar in the dark night and show off his power.

On a normal day, when everyone saw this, they would not only be shocked and frightened to the point where their legs would tremble, but they would immediately start running for their lives in groups.

but.

At this moment, the figure holding a lantern by the river gives people an extremely peaceful feeling, as well as the confidence to dare to stay here.

Although compared with the shadow of the lantern, the shadow of the lantern is like a high mountain.

But in the eyes of everyone, it seemed that it was upside down at this moment. The shaman holding the lamp was the mountain, and it was so overwhelming that Na Baxia couldn't breathe.

"The magic witch is really powerful. Look at that dragon, he is so obedient."
To be continued...