Chapter 63 - 63 Ancient Mutant, Three-headed Demonic Flood Dragon

63 Ancient Mutant, Three-headed Demonic Flood Dragon

The Dayan ancestral land had long become a ruin.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

…

With the map in the Imperial Dao Emperor’s Sword, Nan Batian and the other two crossed the Dayan Sect’s gates and entered the sect without any obstructions.

When Lin Wudao followed them in, all he saw were broken walls. The once majestic ancient palaces had been shattered.

The ground was covered with terrifying ravines.

Even though 8000 years had passed, the terrifying traces of a great battle were still clearly left here. Even the majestic mountains of the Dayan Sect were either sliced or shattered by a great force.

“What happened back then?”

Looking at the desolation in the ancestral land, whether it was Nan Batian’s group or Lin Wudao and the Mad Daoist who were behind, all of them were curious.

However, they didn’t think too much about it.

As the first and second levels of the Dayan ancestral land had almost been reduced to ruins, the group reached the third level without any obstructions.

At this moment, a huge half-moon-shaped lake blocked their way.

“The dragon-raising pond.”

Looking at the lake in front of them and the stone monument erected at the side, Nan Batian and the other two’s expressions changed.

This was the Dayan Sect’s dragon-raising pond.

It was said that in the past, the Dayan Sect had raised a flood dragon in the dragon-raising pond. If the flood dragon was still alive, it must have grown to be quite a formidable existence. It was very likely that it had already reached the Myth realm.

“Let’s just fly across?” Nan Batian stared at the pond for a moment before speaking.

Hearing this, Liu Qingming and Su Tianxin both looked at him with disdain.

“A flood dragon was raised here. Who knows if it’s dead or not?”

“Hmph! Eight thousand years ago, the entire Dayan Sect was exterminated. I don’t believe that a mere flood dragon can still live. Besides, even if it’s still alive, it must die since it’s blocking my path.”

Nan Batian’s face was filled with killing intent.

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and punched the dragon-raising pond.

Seeing such a scene, Liu Qingming and Su Tianxin were shocked.

“Are you crazy?”

“F*cking Nan Batian, if you want to die, don’t drag us down with you!”

The two retreated frantically.

Seeing this, Nan Batian’s face was full of disdain.

“Hmph, the best way to find out if there are any flood dragons in the dragon-raising pond is to try. God knows when you will achieve great things if you cower like this. As expected, the so-called righteous sects are all a bunch of cowards,” His mocking voice coldly rang out.

Faced with Nan Batian’s sneer and disdain, neither Liu Qingming nor Su Tianxin dared to act rashly. They kept their distance.

They were obviously afraid that a flood dragon would rush out of the dragon-raising pond.

As Nan Batian’s powerful fist fell, huge waves were stirred in the dragon-raising pond, but there was no movement.

It was as if the pond was but a pool of stagnant water.

To be on the safe side, Nan Batian threw a few more punches at the dragon-raising pond. The terrifying destructive power almost destroyed the pond.

Still, there was no movement.

“Hmph! It’s just a pool of stagnant water. What’s there to fear?”

Nan Batian’s face was filled with arrogance.

Thump!

As he spoke, he took out an ancient big blade, and his Deva realm aura bloomed to the extreme. Then, his figure flashed, and he dashed to the opposite side of the dragon-raising pond.

Not long after, Nan Batian had successfully reached the other side.

Seeing this, Liu Qingming and Su Tianxin looked at each other. Their tense hearts relaxed.

“It seems that the flood dragon in the dragon-raising pond has been killed,” Liu Qingming said in a low voice.

Su Tianxin stared at the pond for some time before nodding in agreement.

If there really was a flood dragon in the dragon-raising pond, then the huge commotion that Nan Batian had caused would definitely have drawn it out.

Now that Nan Batian had successfully reached the other side, it meant that the flood dragon in the dragon-raising pond had been killed.

The dragon-raising pond was safe.

At the thought of this, the two took a deep breath and quickly dashed to the other side as well.

“Let’s go over too!” The Mad Daoist called out and was about to follow.

However, just as he was about to take a step forward, Lin Wudao’s cold voice came from the side.

“If you don’t want to die, you’d better not go over.”

What? Would he die if he went over?

Hearing this, the Mad Daoist was shocked.

“Didn’t Nan Batian already verify that there aren’t any flood dragons in this dragon-raising pond? We were worried for nothing…” He asked in bewilderment.

Lin Wudao coldly snorted, “Heh, does it mean that the flood dragon is dead just because Nan Batian has successfully crossed the dragon-raising pond? It’s not easy to deal with something that has gained sentience”

Hmm? Did that mean that the flood dragon in the dragon-raising pond was still alive?

The Mad Daoist gasped.

“But….”

Roar!

Just as the Mad Daoist was about to say something, the originally calm dragon-raising pond suddenly exploded, setting off monstrous waves.

Then, a deafening roar accompanied by boundless fiendish energy surged out.

A ten-thousand-foot-long, bucket-thick black flood dragon rushed out from the depths of the dragon-raising pond. It opened its bloody mouth and came toward Liu Qingming and Su Tianxin.

“A three-headed demonic flood dragon! How is this possible? How is it still alive after eight thousand years?” Liu Qingming was shocked.

Similarly, Su Tianxin’s pretty face was also filled with shock.

The flood dragon in front of them was a three-headed demonic flood dragon, an ancient mutated species.

What’s worse was that the aura it exuded had surpassed that of the Deva realm.

“Damn it, this is… The Myth realm!” Su Tianxin was terrified, “Spiritual Rhino Treasured Armor!”

Buzz!

In the nick of time, a green treasured armor appeared on her. It was an Imperial Dao spiritual weapon.

“Demon Mountain Pagoda!” At the same time, Liu Qingming pointed out his finger, and an ancient-looking black pagoda exuding a monstrous Imperial Dao aura instantly appeared.

It was wrapped with a monstrous force as it suppressed the three-headed demonic flood dragon.

“Roar!”

The Demon Mountain Pagoda was a top-notch Imperial Dao spiritual weapon that had the power to crush mountains.

With Liu Qingming’s Deva realm power, he could kill a peak-stage Deva directly with the weapon.

However, against the Myth realm three-headed demonic flood dragon, this attack was simply not enough.

Boom!

The ferocious dragon claw waved in the air and sent the Demon Mountain Pagoda flying before landing heavily on Liu Qingming.

“Ah!” A shrill scream rang out.

Half of Liu Qingming’s body was shattered by this attack.

The Imperial Dao spiritual weapon, Demon Mountain Pagoda, was also covered in cracks. It had almost been shattered!

“Wow! As expected of a being in the Myth realm… This power is too brutal,” The Mad Daoist exclaimed.

The power displayed by the Myth realm three-headed demonic flood dragon was comparable to a final-stage Myth realm human cultivator.

Liu Qingming and Su Tianxin alone weren’t enough to fight against the flood dragon.

Boom!

After Liu Qingming’s body was half destroyed, Su Tianxin was also sent flying by the flood dragon’s tail. Her Spiritual Rhino Treasured Armor was instantly shattered.

Large areas of crimson blood spurted in the air.

They didn’t seem to be able to live any longer.

“Mere Deva realm weaklings dare to disturb my slumber? You simply don’t know your place. I haven’t seen meat for eight thousand years. Today, you’ll be my snack…” The flood dragon’s voice spread through the dragon-raising pond.

Then, it leaped forward and appeared in front of Liu Qingming and Su Tianxin. It opened its mouth and was about to swallow the two.

However, at this moment, an unforeseen event occurred.

Thump!

Just as the three-headed demonic flood dragon opened its mouth, an ancient bronze coffin fell from the sky and collected Liu Qingming and Su Tianxin’s corpses.

Immediately after, the three-headed demonic flood dragon’s bloody mouth bit down ruthlessly on the heaven burial bronze coffin.

Crack!

The sharp sound of bones breaking rang out. With that, the three-headed demonic flood dragon’s incomparably malevolent teeth were directly broken.

“Roar!”

A painful roar reverberated throughout the ancestral land.