Chapter 100 Black Turtle
After the civilian pointed it out, many people saw the huge black shadow.
But the lightning disappeared, the sky darkened, and the situation in the middle of the river could no longer be seen clearly.
They discovered it, and Qin Zhaoqiong and Meng Jian naturally saw it too.
Meng Jian frowned, staring at the river without looking back, and transmitted his true energy to the secret guard Chen Fang behind him.
"Did you see what that was?"
"No, it's too big, and my spiritual sense didn't warn me."
When one reaches the fourth level, the true Qi will flow into every part of the body, and when danger comes, there will often be intuitive feedback, which is called spiritual perception.
Since Chen Fang didn't sense any danger, it should be just a huge river fish, or some debris swept in by the tide.
Thunder rumbled and everyone waited for the next flash of lightning.
Sure enough, after more than ten breaths, a silver light suddenly appeared. Everyone quickly tilted their heads to look for it and found that the black shadow was very close to the embankment.
The huge waves lifted it up, and everyone finally saw its true face.
"Black turtle, that's a black turtle!"
"Hebaek...Hebaek has appeared!"
Although river sacrifices have been stopped, the traditions passed down from generation to generation have long been deeply rooted, and even many families who make a living on the water are secretly performing sacrifices.
Many older people immediately knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and muttered something.
Qin Zhaoqiong naturally would not believe in the appearance of the River God. The so-called black turtle was clearly a dead object made of iron.
She didn't recognize him, but Lu Zhaochuan guessed it immediately.
According to county annals, two hundred years ago, there were frequent floods in the Longmen County section of Yuchuan, and ships on the water would be inexplicably swallowed up from time to time.
Later, with the guidance of an expert, the whole county worked together to cast a huge black turtle statue and sank it to the bottom of the water to permanently control the waterway.
Since then, floods have actually decreased and ships no longer sink for no reason.
At first, Lu Zhaochuan just thought it was a story and didn't believe in ghost stories. Whether it really happened or not is still unconfirmed, until now...
Just before the lightning disappeared, the cast iron black turtle was violently pulled up by the torrent, and even seemed to be flying into the air for a moment.
Scaly fragments can be faintly seen under the two hundred years of rust on the tortoise shell. That is the dark blue original casting layer. On the belly covered with barnacles, four large characters "Yong Zhen An Lan" can be clearly seen engraved in relief.
"Be careful, there's going to be a collision!"
The next moment, the huge iron statue of the black turtle slammed heavily into the river bank.
The eighteen cast iron chains cast into the turtle's head were now whipping the water surface like broken strings, and each link was as thick as an adult man's waist.
The broken chains and the riveted nails on the carapace flew everywhere, most of them hitting the embankment and the water, and some were blown onto the shore.
"Arrow formation, Qi protection!"
Meng Jian shouted loudly and instantly rushed to the front of the team with his sword drawn.
All the sixth-grade cultivators reacted almost at the same time, forming a line of defense and ready to fight.
Chen Fang mixed in with them, floating behind Meng Jian like a ghost, ready to help at any time.
The crisp sound of frying beans was heard continuously, not far ahead.
You have to know that the ground ahead is either muddy or muddy and soaked by rain. The fact that it can make such a sound shows how powerful the burst is.
Rustle!
When they got closer, they could hear the whistling sound of the wind, like rapidly shooting powerful arrows. Thinking of this, everyone felt a little relieved.
when!
The sound of metal clashing was heard, and the force was no less than that of an arrow. Meng Jian swung his sword to block the unknown fragments, and his wrist felt heavy.
"Chen Fang!" He didn't care about anything else at this moment, he just shouted out the name of the secret guard.
Chen Fang leaned forward and arrived in front of everyone in an instant. His true energy burst out to form a barrier, and then he immediately retreated.
The sound of collision continued, but its power had weakened, and even a sixth-grade warrior could barely block it.
The whole process lasted for more than ten breaths. The best guards at the front were not seriously injured. At most, they were hit on the armor by the second burst of fragments.
However, the inhalation and exhalation of true energy in a short period of time caused the internal breath to become unstable, and many people turned pale.
"Wu Lao San!"
"Chu Da!"
"Help! Help!"
…
On the side slope, many river workers were lying in a pool of blood.
Even though they were standing quite far away, some scattered fragments were still shot over there.
Even a sixth-rank warrior needs Chen Fang to slow down his attack, let alone an ordinary flesh and blood body, how can he withstand it?
Those who were hit in the limbs were fine, but those who were hit in the torso basically died immediately. There were even fragments that penetrated one person and continued to hit the people behind, causing secondary damage.
Almost none of the people standing in the front watching the excitement were spared. They fell down like wheat stubble, and the rain mixed with blood spread out.
After the initial stun, the river workers cried out in despair, and relatives and friends rushed forward, but most of them were unable to save the situation.
Many people looked around, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes, but finally their eyes were fixed on the military formation not far away.
It was them, it was them who watched him die without helping!
A strange blood color quietly crept into his eyes, veins bulged on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth. It seemed as if the resentment and anger had become tangible.
This little surprise was not enough to make Qin Zhaoqiong panic.
She naturally heard the shouts not far away, but in the current situation, the imperial guards were busy taking care of themselves and had no energy to take care of her.
What worried her was that the iron-cast black turtle was very heavy, otherwise the collision would not have caused such a great impact.
But could such a heavy iron statue sunk to the bottom of the river be washed up by a wave of this magnitude?
Even if this power really exists, the main direction should be to move forward along with the waves.
But it ended up crashing right into the riverbed? Was the undercurrent at the bottom of the river so sinister?
Meng Jian's internal energy was still okay, but now the area within a hundred feet in front of him was in ruins. He shouted hurriedly: "Be careful of the second attack."
"yes!"
At this moment, an old man among the laborers separated from the crowd and stumbled forward.
"Hu Bo, what are you doing?"
"It's dangerous ahead, don't go!"
"Hu Bo!"
In a panic, some people tried to pull him, but Uncle Hu held their hands down with all his might, staring blankly at the direction of the river bank as if he had lost his mind, and walked forward resolutely.
He stepped over the corpses lying all over the place and the shouting river workers, his straw sandals, shredded into shreds, offering no protection.
I don’t know if it was from stepping on it or from the debris and gravel on the ground that cut my feet and caused the blood to seep out, but I left a bloody mark with every step I took forward.
When he walked out about ten steps and was almost on par with the imperial guards, Hu Bo suddenly knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground.
"The incarnation of Habaek, the spirit of Habaek has appeared!"
The old man's shrill voice sounded, as if bursting out from the depths of his soul, even covering up the wind and waves for a moment.
"The sacrifice has been suspended for fourteen years. The iron turtle crashed into the embankment and it was the River God spitting out nails!"
"The negative energy suppressed the dragon vein, forcing the river beast to rebel..."
"A woman sitting on the throne, it's like yin and yang are reversed, yin and yang are reversed!"
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