Chapter 639: The moonlight was bright then, not as cold as today
The Great City God used his great magical powers to push away the clouds and rain with a palm. The whole Gusu was bathed in the bright moon. The flowing clouds flew away in all directions, and there was no longer any haze.
The moonlight illuminated the void, passed through a narrow corridor, and fell to the bottom of the damp well.
A thin middle-aged man wearing a coat of scales at the bottom of the well looked up vigilantly, and only relaxed slightly when he realized that it was a change in the sky.
"Boss, this is a good sign." said the middle-aged man.
The moonlight dimmed, revealing a figure hidden in the darkness. He was dressed in white, had a white crown, and a white face. It was none other than the White Elephant Dragon. He asked, "Why is this a good omen?"
The middle-aged man said, "Clouds follow the dragon, winds follow the tiger. Today, we have seized the true dragon's bloodline, and the wind and rain will never stop. No one knows whether it is caused by the true dragon's aura. Now the clouds and rain are gone, and the true dragon's aura has disappeared. It can be seen that God has blessed the great master."
"Hahahahaha." The White Elephant Dragon laughed loudly, flames dancing in his eyes, revealing a look of desire and greed. He said, "Transform into a real dragon, today!"
Awakened by his laughter, a pair of huge eyes suddenly opened in the dim bottom of the well, followed by a violent struggle, accompanied by the sound of chains pulling, the sound of mud surging, and finally the voice of the real dragon in shock and anger: "How dare you! You bastard, what the hell did you do to me!"
Bai Xianglong's expression gradually faded, leaving only a cold and sinister look. His voice was like a wriggling venomous snake in the dim well: "Your Highness, you are awake."
Du Heng's pair of dragon eyes swept around and saw clearly the situation he was in.
This was an abandoned well, its walls covered in moss. A huge space had been opened up underneath, filled with foul-smelling mud.
More than a dozen fine iron chains cast evil curses, locking his body tightly. Twelve black pillars stood in the mud, carrying a heavy smell of blood.
Du Heng struggled again, but was completely powerless. He shouted, "White Elephant Dragon! What on earth do you intend to do by locking me up here?"
The white elephant dragon stroked the dark pillar beside him and said, "Your Highness knows that I long for a true dragon and have always wanted to transform from a serpent into a dragon and become an immortal. But my luck has always been bad. After all the hardships I have endured, I have only become a dragon."
"Later, with the guidance of the Three Thousand Years Old, I went to the foot of Turtle Mountain to search for a way to subdue the evil dragon, hoping to use the Dragon Ball to achieve enlightenment. Unfortunately, the damned Great Immortal Jin Ting snatched the food from the tiger's mouth and subdued the black dragon, causing my plan to go to waste."
Du Heng taunted without hesitation, "You think you can subdue the Black Dragon? Do you have the guts to speak so arrogantly in front of him?"
The White Elephant Dragon did not feel ashamed. Instead, he nodded and said, "I am indeed no match for him. If it weren't for the intervention of the Great Immortal Jin Ting, I would have spent hundreds of years trying to wear down the evil dragon's ferocity before trying to obtain the Dragon Pearl for cultivation. But there is always a way out. After that path was cut off, I met His Highness again."
"Your Highness gifted me with blood and dragon energy. Although it's not as useful as the Dragon Ball, I have a chance of becoming a dragon if I practice slowly. I even tried to condense the prototype of the Dragon Ball, which brings me one step closer to becoming a true dragon."
Du Heng was furious and asked, "I have treated you well, how are you repaying me?"
Bai Xianglong laughed and said, "I know exactly what Your Highness thinks of me. I'm just a lowly creature, a slave, summoned and dismissed at will, right or wrong?"
Du Heng sneered, "Aren't you?"
The white elephant dragon growled, "Of course I'm not. I'm a dragon! I'm a dragon!"
Du Heng just looked at him coldly, and his face twitched, but soon subsided.
The White Elephant Dragon said, "It's useless to say anything now. I'm injured, and the dragon ball that condensed the foundation of a true dragon is destroyed. I can no longer cultivate into a true dragon. Unless..."
His gaze fell on Du Heng, who felt a chill run down his spine. He said, "How dare you set your sights on me? My father is the Dragon God of Taihu Lake. Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the Taihu water tribe?"
Bai Xianglong looked at Du Heng's timid appearance and said, "Your Highness, I have been preparing for this day for a long time, but I have been wondering whether to use it or not."
"Look at this well. It's not connected to the sky, it's not connected to the earth, and it has no water source. This mud is filthy and stinks, blocking the dragon's energy."
"This blood oath formation, united by the same spirit, is extremely powerful while benefiting the weak."
"Your Highness often sneaks out of the palace. Even if he disappears, the palace servants are used to it. By the time your father finds out, I'll have already left and am no longer in Gusu."
The white elephant dragon's eyes flashed with a fierce light. The middle-aged man in the hundred-scale robe said, "Master, why bother arguing with him? Every moment of delay means more variables."
Bai Xianglong closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, saying, "Let's do it."
The middle-aged man suddenly slapped the black pillar with his palm. In an instant, a bloody light fell on Du Heng like a tarsal ulcer, and continued to penetrate into his body.
"True dragons swear an oath of blood, and are of the same blood. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. Hahahahaha, set up the formation!" The man recited the witch spell, and twelve red lights suddenly burst out.
Du Heng struggled hard, and the dragon power burst out of his body, but was suppressed back by the red light.
The man took out a bloodstained bone knife and cut Du Heng's jaw all the way to his throat. Dragon blood suddenly gushed out and was quickly swallowed up by the surging mud.
"The boss!"
The White Elephant Dragon stretched out its claws without hesitation and tore open its own jaw as well.
The blood light connected the White Elephant Dragon and Du Heng. With the help of the blood light, Du Heng's dragon energy continued to flow to the White Elephant Dragon, making his face full of red light.
"Come! Come again!" The White Elephant Dragon greedily enjoyed the strong feeling brought by the dragon energy filling his body.
The White Elephant Dragon was severely wounded, its foundation damaged, and it was far inferior to Du Heng. The Blood Oath Formation connected the two of them, weakening the strong and strengthening the weak. Soon, a spiritual light began to emerge from the wound under Du Heng's jaw.
It was a perfect and shining dragon ball, the embodiment of the true dragon's spirit, energy, and Taoist magic.
The joy on Bai Xianglong's face became more and more intense, but Du Heng became extremely frightened. His breath was constantly weakening, but he was completely unable to resist. A feeling of detachment took control of him, making him feel as if everything he had was disappearing.
"No!"
Du Heng struggled hard, but it only exacerbated the pain of having his jaw cut open.
He looked at the White Elephant Dragon with resentment, and at the middle-aged man who cast a spell on him.
He personally cut open a dragon to retrieve the pearl, slaying a real dragon with his own hands. This made the middle-aged man who cast the curse tremble all over. Du Heng's resentful gaze made him tremble slightly, but he said, "You don't have to look at me. I know that the real dragon died tragically and there will be a curse. But I am wearing a hundred scales, and your death curse cannot harm me."
The dragon ball gradually emerged from Du Heng's body. He roughly knew that the blood oath formation could not take away his life, but could only take away his dragon energy and dragon ball. However, the White Elephant Dragon got the dragon ball, which was the moment when his life ended.
At this moment, he suddenly felt boundless regret.
He regretted not practicing well, regretted making friends with bandits, and regretted not taking the countless opportunities in front of him seriously.
The huge eyes gradually lost their divine light. He looked at the faint moonlight that seeped in from the bottom of the deep well. For some reason, he remembered the way the Immortal Jin Ting hit him when he was studying Taoism in Shenjing Palace.
The moonlight was bright at that time, not as cold as it is today.
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