Chapter 55: The Funeral Bell Tolls, Counterattack

  The funeral bell tolls, counterattack (seeking collection and recommendation)

  "Hong Jun, fellow Taoist, I beg of you to lend me your assistance." Shen Long requested of Hong Jun.

  "My fellow Taoist, no need to be polite, I will naturally do my best." Hong Jun said calmly.

  "Alright, let's begin." Shen Long's aura circulated around him, and a massive purple-gold dragon appeared behind him. His eyes gleamed with determination and ruthlessness as he shouted: "River of Fate, reveal—"

  "What? The River of Fate, are you summoning the River of Fate?! Stop right there, that price is one you can't afford to pay!" Hong Jun heard this and immediately tried to dissuade Shen Long.

  "Hmph, it's nothing, although I, Shen Long, can't kill Luo Hou now, but this time, I will pull out all of Luo Hou's fangs, also for the funeral of Huang Long."

  "Roar——" Just as Shen Long summoned the Destiny River, a dragon's roar sounded, and the purple gold giant dragon behind Shen Long let out a mighty roar towards the sky, then stretched out one of its claws to grab at the void.

  Rumble...

  A thunderous roar, and on Shen Long's head, a river appeared. This river, unknown its source, unknown its destination, unknown its depth, unknown its breadth. The river emitted twinkling lights, like the starry sky, but these lights were constantly being destroyed, and new ones were born at any time.

  "Is this the River of Fate?" The great powers around, although they had never seen the River of Fate before, were just one step away from guessing it. As soon as this extraordinary river appeared, they were certain that it was indeed the River of Fate.

  "The long river of fate, it turns out it's real, we can really see into the long river of fate."

  "Yes, unexpectedly the Ancestor of the Dragon Clan is so formidable, able to see through to the River of Fate."

  "It's not just that he can imagine, but also summon. He has already surpassed us by several steps."

  "But having seen the long river of fate, it will be easier for us to imagine and think about it afterwards."

  "What a rare opportunity."

  Those great abilities, although speaking, are all silently operating the mysterious skills, sensing the fate river summoned by Shen Long. This is indeed a coincidence. After this time, the quasi-saints here can basically see the fate river.

  Shen Long, the creator of the puppet, also discovered this at this time. He chuckled to himself and thought: I have been in this vast wilderness since my birth, from the beginning to the peak of Daluo Jinxian, even during the early and middle periods of Zhun Sheng, but I never had a chance to hear about the later period of Zhun Sheng. Now, with so many powerful beings watching the River of Fate, it can be said that they are all my students, and my own merit is complete.

  "Can you still laugh? Or think about how to deal with the backlash of the Destiny River." Hong Jun warned angrily, originally wanted to ask Shen Long for help, but after Shen Long summoned the Destiny River, that kind of backlash, Hong Jun didn't dare to imagine.

  "Hey, don't worry, my friend. I have a way to do this freely. For now, please help me." Shen Long smiled and asked Hong Jun to relax, then took out a golden sword, which was the same one that Huang Long had used, with Huang Long's soul sleeping inside.

  A golden sword floated in front of him, Shen Long's hands formed a seal, the speed was incredibly fast, one by one, purple-golden dragon-like creatures burst out from Shen Long's hands and flew into the River of Fate, circled around once, then came out to surround the golden sword of Huang Long. Each of these purple-golden dragons felt different from the ones he had refined earlier, they all emitted a faint aura.

  "What's the way of fate?" Hong Jun asked in confusion, "What are you going to do, fellow Taoist?"

  "The Way of Fate, extracting the thread of fate." Shen Long didn't respond, but instead, that purple-golden dragon took the golden sword and mouthed out a thread.

  "The thread of fate has become a funeral bell."

  As soon as Shen Long's voice fell, countless purple golden dragons entwined and intersected with each other, and soon formed a bell shape. The golden sword of the Yellow Dragon turned into a bell hammer.

  "Huang Long falls, the funeral bell tolls. When the funeral bell tolls, heaven and earth mourn together." Shen Long said calmly.

  The funeral bell shook, but did not make a sound. Instead, it emitted an invisible wave that made the powerful beings around uncomfortable. However, in the dragon tribe's gathering place and the small world of Deep Abyss, a loud roar echoed through the sky.

  The Dragon Clan's Small Thousand Worlds, this is the haven of many dragon clans, it is the home of the dragon clan, where countless dragon clans gather. When they heard the sound of the bell, as if a kind of enlightenment, they knew that the Yellow Ancestor of the Dragon Clan had fallen, and suddenly the heaven and earth were mourning together, and the dragons of the Dragon Clan were immersed in an atmosphere of grief and indignation.

  "What's going on?" Luo Hou asked in a low voice, then frowned and sensed.

  "The funeral bell tolls twice, fate is bound." Shen Long said calmly, the funeral bell shook again, and the powerful people around looked at Shen Long in confusion, only Hong Jun guessed something, his expression serious.

  "Boom~~~~~" Another loud noise, after this loud noise, Luo Hou's face changed, he opened his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

  "Hmph, you actually thought of this method to find my ancestor? Watch as I cut off your destiny's thread." Luo Hou stretched out a pale hand, and in it appeared a jet-black treasure sword. The sword emitted an aura that seemed to be able to overcome any obstacle, and it slashed towards its own destiny's thread.

  "The third toll of the funeral bell, blood debts must be repaid in blood." Shen Long let out a loud roar, and the funeral bell shook violently.

  "Boom~~~~~~~~~" The third bell rang, and the dragons in the dragon realm, as well as those who were out managing or traveling, all knew that Huang Zu had fallen. The last bell echoed in their minds, along with Shen Long's words "Blood debt repaid". The third bell, also the final one, was even heard by the Tianlong and Dilong of the dragon tribe.

  The three-strike bell rang out, Shen Long turned around and said to Hong Jun: "Thanks for your trouble, fellow Taoist."

  "Hmm." Hong Jun nodded at Shen Long without saying more, his eyes gazing seriously into the void.

  "Fate's thread is the guide, time and space are the path, blood debt repaid in blood —"

  The mourning bell transformed into a thread of silk, each with a purple gold dragon holding its head, flying towards an unknown distant place.

  Shen Long sat cross-legged in mid-air, with three thousand Great Daos floating around him. They intersected and merged to form a complete world, where the Dao of Time and Space formed a road that followed the thread of fate, extending into the unknown void.

  "Daring to die!" A furious roar, not Luo Hou but someone else. Then a black giant sword slashed out of thin air, and as soon as the treasure sword appeared, the hairs on the surrounding powerful warriors stood upright, and they retreated in succession.

  "What kind of sword is this? I feel that if I were to be slashed by it once, I would undoubtedly die."

  "Splendid sword, invincible wherever it goes, what a great tyrannical sword!!!"

  "Quickly retreat, I don't know if Hong Jun can hold on."

  Facing this sword, Shen Long didn't even frown, but instead roared at the inexplicable void: "Luo Hou, my dragon clan will never give up on you, blood debt must be repaid with blood, blood debt must be repaid with blood——"

  "Hahaha, you little worms, daring to resist me? First, taste the power of my Divine Sword of Annihilation! Annihilate..." A black giant sword suddenly emitted a dark glow and slashed towards Shen Long.

  Shen Long remained calm and composed, only muttering the words "blood debt, blood repayment" repeatedly. Just as the move "Exterminate Immortal" was about to strike Shen Long's forehead, a white light appeared, blocking the black light, and both lights vanished simultaneously.

  "Luò Hóu Dào Yǒu, Pín Dào Hóng Jūn, yǒu lǐ le." Hóng Jūn's hand held the Huà Yuè Jade Tablet, on which there was a faint white glow, proving that he had withstood this move.

  "Hong Jun, you are indeed Hong Jun." The small world of Tong Tian was heavy in Luo Hou's eyes.

  "It's me, Poor Dao." Hong Jun said calmly, "Poor Dao and fellow daoist are meeting for the first time, after all."

  "Yes. But once we meet, it's a matter of life and death." Luo Hou said.

  "It's you or me." Hong Jun corrected.

  Two sworn enemies in the past, now chatting together like old buddies who haven't seen each other for years, calm and peaceful, without a hint of gunpowder, but their peace was short-lived.

  "Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

  "Blood debt must be repaid with blood."

  A loud roar, and behind Shen Long's purple gold giant dragon law body, two more giant dragon law bodies appeared, one green dragon and one fiery red dragon, all with nine claws of Shen Long.

  Then, there were hundreds of eight-clawed dragon gods, thousands of seven-clawed dragon gods... Billions of dragon god avatars appeared behind Shen Long, their voices shouting "Blood debts must be repaid" in unison, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard them.

  "Not good." Luo Hou's face changed color, and his black giant sword was about to chop out.

  "Luò Hóu Dào Yǒu, it's better to stay behind." Hóng Jūn said lightly, as the Huà Huà Yù Gāo sprinkled down a white light, covering the black sword.

  "Hong Jun." Luo Hou gritted his teeth and a red sword appeared out of thin air, slashing towards Hong Jun.

  No matter how fiercely Hong Jun and Luo Hou were fighting, Shen Long pulled out a dan medicine from space. This dan medicine was not as gentle as before, but emitted a strange red glow.

  "Who would have thought, you're actually useful for once." Shen Long self-deprecatingly smiled and then swallowed in one gulp.

  Suddenly, a red glow burst out from Shen Long's body, complementing his unique purple-gold color, making him look even more eerie.

  "Roar~~~~~~~" Behind Shen Long's body, the Purple Gold Giant Dragon's Dharma Seal let out a loud roar, stretching out one dragon claw towards the large path formed by the Space-Time Grand Dao.

  "Hong Jun~~~~~~" Luo Hou's eyes were fixed on Shen Long's movements, but Hong Jun was helpless and let out a loud roar. Suddenly, another treasured sword appeared in the empty space.

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