Chapter 64 - 64 Cast a Long Line to Catch a Big Fish

64 Cast a Long Line to Catch a Big Fish

“Who is it?!”

The three-headed demonic flood dragon could only watch helplessly as its prey was snatched away right under its nose and even its teeth had been broken. It was extremely furious.

It had been raised in the dragon-raising pond by the Dayan Sect for a total of 9000 years before it finally managed to break the shackles and reach the Myth realm.

It had thought that it could take advantage of this opportunity to have a good meal, but who knew that it would encounter a formidable opponent?

At this moment, its teeth were all broken, and blood gushed out like a spring.

An indescribable feeling of pain and humiliation surged.

The more the flood dragon thought about it, the more resentful it became.

“Roar! Who is it? Since you’re so capable, get out here. I’ll definitely tear you into a thousand pieces!” The three-headed demonic flood dragon roared out crazily.

Boom!

Waves of terrifying power swept through the space in all directions like an avalanche, turning the already dilapidated Dayan ancestral land into a wasteland.

Watching all this, the Mad Daoist, who was not far away, widened his eyes.

“Good Lord, isn’t this a little too ruthless? That’s a myth realm flood dragon. To think he dared to pull a tooth from the tiger’s mouth just to collect a few corpses… Is he tired of living? This is the first time I’ve seen someone like him who is so persistent,” The Mad Daoist mumbled in a daze.

Lin Wudao’s actions almost scared him to death.

If the three-headed demonic flood dragon were to see through Lin Wudao’s invisibility technique, he would definitely become its meal.

Fortunately, although Lin Wudao’s actions were crazy, his concealment was not seen through.

…

What?!

At the same time, Nan Batian, who was already on the other side of the dragon-raising pond, was terrified by the sudden deaths of Liu Qingming and Su Tianxin.

“This… How is that possible? There’s really a flood dragon in the dragon-raising pond? Furthermore, it’s still alive even after 8000 years? Rather, it even cultivated to the Myth realm? If it had attacked me just now, then I…”

Nan Batian didn’t dare to continue thinking.

At this moment, His heart was filled with fear and trepidation. At the same time, he was secretly rejoicing that he had luckily escaped this calamity.

However, his joy was short-lived.

Roar!

The three-headed demonic flood dragon, which had descended into an endless frenzy, swept its pair of brutal eyes over after a fruitless search.

“Shit!”

Nan Batian’s expression changed drastically.

Whoosh!

Just as the three-headed demonic flood dragon’s tail swept over, Nan Batian flipped his hand, took out a jade talisman, and crushed it. With that, his entire person instantly turned into an afterimage and disappeared from his original spot.

When he reappeared, he was already at the entrance of the Dayan ancestral land.

Boom!

Behind him, the three-headed demonic flood dragon roared crazily, causing the entire ancestral land to be in chaos.

In the blink of an eye, it had caught up to Nan Batian.

“F*ck! Am I going to die here today?” He let out an unwilling roar.

He tried his best to break away from the three-headed demonic flood dragon’s pursuit, but the other party did not give him any chance to resist at all. It swept over with boundless fiendish energy.

“I’m dead!”

In the face of a Myth realm great demon’s attack, Nan Batian’s Deva realm cultivation base was a joke.

Boom!

However, just as he was waiting for death in despair, an extremely ancient and mysterious bronze coffin suddenly rushed out from the void. It carried a vast and mighty force as it ruthlessly landed on the three-headed demonic flood dragon.

“Awoo!” The flood dragon’s shrill scream sounded again.

Under Nan Batian’s disbelieving gaze, the three-headed demonic flood dragon was sent flying.

“It’s him?”

Looking at the ancient and mysterious bronze coffin, Nan Batian thought of Lin Wudao, who liked to collect other people’s ancestors. In the ancestral land of Dayan, other than him, Liu Qingming, and Su Tianxin, only the Mad Daoist and Lin Wudao were left.

From all the signs, the person who was controlling the bronze coffin in the dark was Lin Wudao.

“Why did he help me?”

He didn’t have time to think carefully.

Seeing that the three-headed demonic flood dragon had been stopped, Nan Batian, who had successfully been saved, did not dare to hesitate any longer. He immediately rushed out of the Dayan ancestral land at his fastest speed.

…

On the other side, after controlling the heaven burial copper coffin to send the three-headed demonic flood dragon flying, Lin Wudao hid in the endless void and did not continue to attack.

The three-headed demonic flood dragon was extremely furious.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

…

With earth-shaking roars and howls, it vented its anger in the ancestral land.

“Who?! Who is it?” The three-headed demonic flood dragon seemed to have gone mad. It obliterated the ancestral land over and over again in an attempt to find the mysterious person who had plotted against it.

However, Lin Wudao had already achieved his goal. No matter how much the flood dragon roared and destroyed, he remained unmoved.

The Mad Daoist, on the other hand, was confused.

“Brother Ren, Nan Batian was clearly going to die a graveless death, why did you save him? Leaving such a person alive is just a disaster.”

He sent a voice transmission.

Just now, if Lin Wudao had not blocked the three-headed demonic flood dragon at the last moment, Nan Batian would have already become its meal.

The Mad Daoist did not understand what was worth saving in Nan Batian.

A cold smile appeared on Lin Wudao’s face.

“I’m just casting a long line to catch a big fish. If Nan Batian dies, then so be it. However, if he can bring me many old ancestors, do you think I should spare his life?”

Hmm?

Hearing this, the Mad Daoist’s spirit was lifted.

He had already understood Lin Wudao’s plan.

“You mean you want to use Nan Batian to attract more people to the Dayan ancestral land?”

“Yes. The news of the Dayan ancestral land’s opening has already spread throughout Jiuzhou and is known by countless. Once the people of the Xuantian Sect, Dari Demonic Sect, and Tianxin Sword Sect learn of the changes here, they will definitely send more powerhouses over. When the time comes, we only need to wait for them to walk into our trap. Wouldn’t it be great to catch them all in one fell swoop then?” Lin Wudao’s calm voice sounded.

Wow!

Hearing this, the Mad Daoist immediately gasped.

Lin Wudao was too ruthless, just too brutal.

But he liked his style.

The Mad Daoist’s eyes were clear. He increasingly felt that Lin Wudao was a rare bosom friend of his. Not only did they share the same interests and hobbies, but Lin Wudao’s methods were also extremely ruthless.

“Hahaha, Brother Ren’s plan is brilliant. Whether it’s the three-headed demonic flood dragon or the Imperial Dao weapons from the Dayan ancestral land, they’re enough to make the Xuantian Sect and the others come. It won’t be long before the big fish takes the bait. This is simply a huge wave of gains…”

He couldn’t stop smiling.

At this moment, the Mad Daoist was already fantasizing about the tragic scenes of the cultivators from the Xuantian Sect, Dari Demonic Sect, and Tianxin Sword Sect being killed by them.

“Alright, let’s take advantage of the fact that they haven’t arrived to go to the Dayan Sect’s ancestral grounds and take a look. According to the traces left at the scene, the Dayan Sect in the past should have failed to survive the Great Tribulation of High Heavens, which led to their destruction. Their treasures must still be around,” Lin Wudao said in a deep voice as he surveyed the surroundings.

The Great Tribulation of High Heavens?

The Mad Daoist was greatly shaken.

“Oh my, if that’s the case, then the Dayan Sect’s luck was really too bad. Their treasures are now ours, hehe…”

The two relied on the magical effects of the invisibility jade talismans to avoid the three-headed demonic flood dragon.

They quickly walked towards the deepest part of the ancestral land.