Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 399
The storm continued all night.

The canopy swayed with the rainstorm, and the sound of wind and rain howled.The thunder and lightning vibrated several times on the top of the big tree that had been changed by the floating dust, and the direction of the strike was directed at the big tree.

The thick and tall tree trunk remained motionless on the ground, and the wooden dragon on it was swimming, raising its head and roaring towards the sky.

Lei Dian confronted the dragon head twice, becoming more and more crazy.

But the wooden dragon on the tree became quiet, its head hung on the branch motionless, its body arched a big bow, only its tail curled around the tree.

The monk saw this shape and smiled.

Young Master Yan looked at Mulong, a little anxious, turned his head to see the monk's smile, and froze.Looking back at Mulong again, he seemed to understand, opened his mouth wide, and confirmed to the monk, "Is she... asleep?"

"According to the posture, yes." The monk nodded.Then he asked Mr. Yan, "How long will she sleep for?"

Mr. Yan thought about similar records, "One year, one month, one day, it's all possible." He looked up.

The wind and rain swayed, and the clothes of the two swayed with the wind.The rain hit the face, and the eyes were piercing.

The monk looked at the sky, the sky was covered with dark clouds, gloomy, and the clouds covered the wooden dragon somewhat, but he could still vaguely see its appearance.

The sound of thunder and lightning rumbled, and occasionally the lightning appeared on the top of the cloud and chopped down the cloud layer.

"Master Yan, we need to close the mountain." The monk said seriously.

According to this situation, the rainwater may be able to submerge the village below the mountain.

This rain is caused by floating dust, and it cannot be caused by the people.

She will become a god.

She will become a god.

This is what monks think.

Mr. Yan nodded.Fanning the map of mountains and rivers in his hand, thick fog swirls and covers the sky. In the high sky, the fog is constantly deduced and changed in the form of a pattern.

The map of mountains and rivers is fanned, the big tree moves and displaces, the branches grow horizontally, the thorns protrude, and the upper cover closes down, forming a net of heaven and earth.

A big spotted tiger jumped out of the bushes and walked slowly.

"This is my friend Hualuo, who is in charge of animal deployment," Mr. Yan introduced.

The tiger bowed his head to greet the monk, his orange hair was still bright and majestic in the wind and rain.

The monk also clasped his hands together to return the salute.The rain splashed on the bald head, like knocking on a wooden fish.

"Hua Luo, no outsiders are allowed to enter the mountain." Mr. Yan said.

Hualuo nodded.The tiger turned its head around, its tail was playing with flowers, and it jumped into the bushes without seeing its figure.

The monk saluted with his left hand, and pushed his right palm forward, a golden ball of light emerged from his palm, surrounding the big tree.

"Oh." The wooden dragon suddenly groaned, flicked its tail, and made a resounding sound from its hair.

"Quick enchantment!" The monk shouted, "She sleeps very domineeringly!"

The monk discovered that Fuchen slept domineeringly only on the second day of their acquaintance.At that time, she had already grown up a bit, and when the green leaves were able to hang down to the ground, she began to beat him with a smack, to wake him up.

When he sleeps, his body is the ground.

Since then, he has enchanted the floating dust to avoid being beaten to death.

The monk here just finished shouting.The wooden dragon's tail flicked over.

"Coax!" A big tree in the surrounding area broke down.

Mr. Yan quickly took out the fan and let the surrounding trees leave.

There is no tree within a hundred miles.

Young Master Yan looked at the retreating tree, feeling distressed, "This is too domineering."

"It's not over yet! Hurry up!" the monk shouted!
As soon as the golden circle grew, it was swept away by the dragon body and scattered.

After breaking up again and again, the top of his head was sweating.

"How to do?Before Mr. Yan could yell out, the ground shattered with a "bang".The force of the shock sent him ten miles away.

He was dumbfounded, seeing how fiercely the lower dragon body and Feiwu kept hitting the ground, he really couldn't understand how it could be so fierce while sleeping?
Obviously she hasn't fully grown yet, and the dragon can't leave the tree, but she has hundreds of postures to sweep away everything.

"Holy Monk, what are we going to do? If we don't hurry up, the mountain will be destroyed!" Young Master Yan shouted anxiously.

The eye of the formation is at the position where the wooden dragon grows.The wooden dragon moved wildly, and the surrounding dark clouds were also forced to change their formations. The sky kept throwing thunder, heavy rain, and raging fire. Everything came, and the formation was completely chaotic!

Mr. Yan is hiding from thunder, rain, fire and flying vines, thinking that he is in a dream.

How can it be so confusing?
"Holy Monk! You are so fast!" Mr. Yan kept attracting attacks from the formation, giving the monk the possibility to cast spells.

"I'm out of mana!" the monk shouted.

"Ah?" Mr. Yan was confused.

"The poor monk has never experienced such a battle!" The monk dodged to avoid it.If you don't leave, you will die.

Mr. Yan saw that he had run away, and he was besieged by Yun and Long like a fool in the center of the formation, so he also ran away in a hurry.

"How did you deal with it before?" Young Master Yan asked after the monk.

"The poor monk said that the poor monk has never dealt with such a big situation. Before the floating dust turned into a big tree, it was very quiet. The poor monk slowly cast the magic cover." The monk explained with a look of embarrassment.

"Then why is she like this now?" Mr. Yan's tone changed with anger, pointing at the "demon flurry" outside where lightning and dragon bodies bombarded the ground.

"Maybe," the monk thought, not forgetting to gallop thousands of miles away, "it's because the climate is not acclimatizing, she must not be sleeping well."

"what?"

"Before in Foxin Temple, there was Buddha's light shining day and night, surrounded by scriptures, she slept very comfortably." The monk explained.

In my opinion, the Buddha suppressed her demonic nature, which is more or less the same.Young Master Yan complained.

"Coax!" There was a loud noise.

"Crack, click, click." The crisp sounds followed one after another.

The two were a little dazed, looking at the sudden crack in the ground.

"Coax!" The ground broke completely.The figure slumped.

Trees, mountains and rivers all around fell down one after another.into the abyss.

The two people who fell saw something in each other's eyes in mid-air, one was miserable and the other was helpless.

The storm continues.

The two could only look at the tree, the dragon, and the thunder from a distance, not daring to approach them.He sighed in his heart.

All the strength in his body was exhausted by the continuous fighting.

"How did you raise her?" It's too cruel, but it's still my own Feifei who is obedient.

"She is very obedient. It's just that she is not acclimatized." The monk said calmly.

Go to yours.Mr. Yan complained in his heart, don't protect the calf too much, monks don't lie, you say you are full of lies, how can you become a Buddha.

Mr. Yan looked at his own mountain, his own tree, his own cloud, his eyes were red, his footsteps were chaotic, his mind was irritable, and he cursed wildly in his heart: son of a bitch, save some for me!If I continue to fight, what is left of me?Do you have your dead tree branches left?

The monk next to him sat down and meditated quietly.

When his physical strength recovered, Fuchen's fight was almost done.

Young Master Yan looked at Mu Long with red eyes.

"Say, what can we do?" He calculated, the wooden dragon is growing, and it won't wake up in three or two days.But the elongated dragon body can destroy a new circle every day.

There are no mountains in front of them, but deep ravines, full of holes that have been punched out!Only the roots of the wood dragon grabbed a mountain and stood there.

When the rain fell, there was loess sand river in front of her, mud and gravel, riddled with holes, it was the place where the floating dust slept, and only she herself was a green leaf, and there were still rocks underneath.

Master Yan didn't allow himself to sigh, and asked the monk again, "Tell me, what can we do?"

The monk pondered for a long time and made a suggestion, "massage?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)