Games with fairies.

The mysterious woman's voice was tinged with confusion.

"After the Dharma Ending Age, such a large-scale dragon movement and rain-making...is rarely seen in the world."

"I only remember that a group of dragons rose up thousands of years ago and dominated a region. When those dragons traveled, they liked to summon wind and rain to accompany them."

"But that lineage of dragons should have died out seven hundred years ago."

"Since then, there have been no more large groups of powerful dragons in the world..."

The mysterious woman was confused.

With clouds and rain moving over such a large area, I wonder how many dragons are behind it.

Why are so many dragons displaying their magical powers?

The mysterious woman murmured.

"...Since the spiritual energy of heaven and earth revived, this world seems to be becoming increasingly unstable."

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Heavy rain washed the vast lake.

One hundred and seven thousand miles south of the Demon Refining Sect, there is a large lake called Qingmu Lake.

Long ago, this place was once a demon cave inhabited by dragons and full of might.

At that time, the Qingmu Jiao clan dominated all directions and was so glorious.

However, the turmoil seven hundred years ago turned Qingmu Lake into a stagnant pool of water.

The foul black air lingers on the surface of the lake all year round.

In the rotten and foul-smelling lake water, there were no fish or shrimp, and no living creatures.

Even the most courageous mortals dare not approach the vicinity of Qingmu Lake.

Legend has it that there is a roaring evil spirit of a dragon in the lake, devouring every living person who dares to approach Qingmu Lake.

There is no human habitation within a ten-mile radius of Qingmu Lake.

Even the wild beasts in the wilderness fear and avoid the ominous lake here.

But today, after a torrential rain fell on the world, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the wind and rain.

He was wrapped in a thin grey robe, and no one knew how he appeared. It seemed as if he had been standing there from the beginning, with no footprints in front or behind him.

The violent storm seemed to be avoiding him. Although he was in the middle of the rainstorm, his grey robe was not wetted by a single drop of water.

This mysterious thin man just quietly looked at the Aoki Lake in front of him, looked at the foul black air floating on the lake, and looked at the calm, stagnant lake surface.

A trace of sadness appeared on the man's face.

The next second, a bolt of lightning split the sky above his head.

Amid the roar of thunder, blazing white lightning illuminated the sky.

In the dark clouds above the gray-robed man's head, he could vaguely see a terrifying black shadow ten thousand meters long swimming in the clouds.

That black shadow looks like a dragon!

The man in the wind and rain murmured.

"...Aoki Lake, I'm finally back."

He raised his hand and stretched it towards the lake in front of him.

The strong wind whistled past his body, making his gray robe rustle.

One could vaguely see the pale face under the tattered grey robe, as well as the broken, rotten body full of holes.

How can this be a living person!

That broken and rotten body looked more like a corpse that had been rotting for several days!

As the man stretched out his right hand, the dark clouds above his head suddenly spun violently.

A huge black shadow of a ten thousand meter long dragon appeared in the dark clouds, tumbling.

Blazing white lightning continued to streak across the sky, and finally the full appearance of the dragon could be seen clearly.

But the dragon's body was covered with knife and sword wounds, and black, smelly blood was dripping between the broken dragon scales.

As it flew and swam, blazing white lightning illuminated its head, revealing it to be a broken dragon head, missing one horn and one-third of its head.

The rotten and smelly brain and brain cavity were exposed to the air without any cover.

The dragon's intact left eye was empty and dim, without any light at all.

This ten thousand meter long dragon is the real corpse!

It had completely lost its breath and was being completely controlled by the gray-robed man below.

Strong winds, heavy rain, lightning, thunder... Lake Aoki, which had been silent for hundreds of years, rioted at this moment.

Under the stagnant, rotten and smelly lake water, there seemed to be terrifying black shadows wandering around.

The gray-robed man standing in the rainstorm raised his right hand and roared to the sky.

"...Everyone, the hatred of my Qingmu Jiao clan being exterminated will soon be repaid!"

"Mother! I finally did it!"

"I have lived up to your expectations. With my imperfect body, I have perfected your magic!"

"Everyone in the Demon Refining Sect must pay the price in blood!"

"Our people are dead, but their bodies will slaughter the entire Demon Refining Sect!"

As the gray-robed man roared, the huge dragon corpse above his head suddenly flew up and dived down, rushing towards the Qingmu Lake below.

The ten-thousand-meter-long corpse of a dragon flew over the vast Qingmu Lake.

The dragon's huge mouth, which was already covered with corpse spots, suddenly opened, and dim green lights flew out of the dragon's mouth and fell into the lake below.

Every time a ray of green light fell into the lake, a dull roar would be heard from the lake below, and the corpse of a huge dragon would awaken from the lake.

By the time the ten-thousand-meter-long dragon corpse flew across the entire Qingmu Lake and returned to the gray-robed man again, the Qingmu Lake, which was surrounded by black air, had completely rioted.

The stagnant water that had been silent for many years rolled and surged wildly.

Huge and tall black shadows swam underwater, and sharp and dull dragon roars sounded in the black fog.

Then, huge black shadows appeared in the stagnant water.

A pair of huge eyes that were empty, dead, and without focus appeared in the black fog.

The corpses of the dragons that had been sleeping and rotting under Qingmu Lake for hundreds of years were all awakened at this moment.

With their last unwillingness and resentment in life, they roared miserably towards the sky.

In an instant, the violent wind and rain spread in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

Pitch-black clouds quickly covered the land.

The entire land under the rule of the Demon Refining Sect was covered by dark clouds and violent winds and rain!

Inside the cabin of a flying boat flying at high speed in the storm, Li Muyang suddenly opened his eyes.

A trace of inexplicable horror flashed through my heart.

"…What's going on?"

He suddenly stood up and walked out of the cabin, went to the deck and looked to the south.

Just now in the game, his heart suddenly tightened and he inexplicably felt a chill coming from the south.

Faintly, one could even hear some shrill screams.

However, when he got up and came to the deck, he found that it was all an illusion.

No one except him heard the strange and shrill cry.

And when Li Muyang looked towards the south, everything was normal.

The heavy rain and strong winds in that direction were no different from those in other directions.

This world seemed to be completely covered by heavy rain and strong winds.

Li Muyang and his companions had already flown thousands of miles out of Jiezhou City and were not far from the sect.

But it still couldn't fly out of the range of the rainstorm clouds.

On the deck, watching the heavy rain pouring down from the sky and the blazing white lightning streaking across the sky.

Li Muyang's face was gloomy and he muttered to himself.

"...Seven hundred years of resentment."

"It looks like it's getting close."