Chapter 356: The Dragon Head of the Nether Spring

"I sensed a breath of a real dragon..."

The tone of the columbarium was slightly dignified: "Could it be that there is really a Dragon Palace in the depths of this pond?"

Kong Ning was surprised: "Are there real dragons at the bottom of the lake? Impossible?"

The so-called real dragon must be the power of the Zifu Realm.

Moreover, the difficulty of transforming dragons from the Jiao Snake clan is rare in ancient and modern times. Once transformed into a real dragon, its supernatural powers are far beyond ordinary Zifu.

Therefore, the word [True Dragon] can be described as extremely heavy.

Every real dragon must be a supreme existence with a towering head and a reputation that shocks the world, and it is the pinnacle of the world's aquarium.

It is absolutely impossible to live in a small pool of water.

No matter how unique this pool is, it is still a pool after all, and it will never be as vast as the vast sea.

If the real dragon dwells in such a small pool for a long time, it will even damage the magic power.

The columbarium did not speak any more, while Kong Ning looked around.

And the eight-tailed demon fox Bai Qianxueyou led the way in front, and behind him followed the chubby Zen Master Zhizhen.

I don't know what the origin of this monk is.

Soon, Kong Ning and his party passed through the dark waters, and saw a light shining at the bottom of the dark water from a distance.

After approaching, I found that it was an extremely short and flat Dragon Palace.

Of course, to say that it is short and flat, it is compared with the water mansions of other flood dragons. Compared with the kingdom of mortals, the Dragon Palace in the depths of this pool is already huge and magnificent.

The eight-tailed demon fox landed in front of the gate of the Dragon Palace and bowed to salute.

"My lord, the little demon has been ordered to invite Supreme Lord Kong Ning."

In the moss-covered, dilapidated and desolate Dragon Palace, the gate is closed and the atmosphere is bleak.

After Bai Qianxue's voice fell, the gate of the Dragon Palace slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

It is a ruin that is even more desolate and miserable.

Except for the original framework of the main halls, there is no green embellishment in the courtyard.

There are no rockeries, no aquatic plants, no treasures, and no shrimp soldiers and crab generals that are common in the Dragon Palace.

The entire Dragon Palace, from the inside to the outside, is extremely desolate, full of ruins, and many places are even crumbling and may collapse at any time.

Such a Dragon Palace left Kong Ning speechless.

Although the mountains are not high, there are immortals, and the water is not deep, and there are dragons.

But will there be a real dragon in this dilapidated Dragon Palace? I'm afraid that Jiaolong, who is a little bit wise, doesn't bother to live here.

However, the eight-tailed demon fox saw the door was open, but respectfully stepped aside, asking Kongning and the others to enter.

Kong Ning took a deep look around, and stepped directly into the Dragon Palace.

In an instant, the body shook violently.

The aura of something strange became stronger.

If it is said that the feeling in the capital is as warm as returning home, then the breath in the Dragon Palace at this time gives Kong Ning the feeling of lying on soft velvet, lightly wanting to fall asleep, very comfortable .

Kong Ning felt awe-inspiring.

Could it be that the person living in the Dragon Palace is a real strange thing?

Kong Ning glanced at the columbarium, and found that the columbarium also sensed the aura in the Dragon Palace.

But compared to the comfort and comfort that Kong Ning felt, the columbarium at this time was already terrified to the extreme, giving people the feeling of a furry cat, jittery.

It said in disbelief: "What kind of thing lives here?"

The columbarium seems to want to back down.

But in the end, it still couldn't let go of the friend's relics. Not only did it not back down, but it was the first to jump in and shouted.

"Come out, the guy inside! You're pretending to be tricky and mysterious, who the hell are you? Did you steal my treasure?"

The columbarium yelled loudly, asking the teacher for the crime.

Kong Ning and Cai Wei followed closely behind.

Soon, they came to the main hall of the Dragon Palace.

In the empty main hall, you can see the end at a glance.

In the mottled and dilapidated hall, there is only a dilapidated dragon chair standing on the central steps and six coiled dragon pillars supporting the hall.

Other than that, there is nothing in this temple.

The urn stood in the hall, he said in surprise.

"What's the origin of your thing?"

Kong Ning looked at the dragon chair above the main hall, and his heart also jumped.

On that dilapidated dragon chair, there is now a real dragon... or rather, a dragon's head.

There is no body, no feet, and what is on the dragon chair is just a dragon's head.

Its brows and eyes were drooping, and its breathing was slow, as if it was dying, with only the last breath left.

Seeing the urn of ashes and Kong Ning appear, Long Shou slowly opened one eye and made a low and tired voice.

"A dying dragon, with one breath left, hides in a secluded pool and waits to die."

Such an answer is ambiguous.

But everyone could see that this dragon head was probably beheaded by some terrible disaster, and he was already half dead.

After entering the main hall, Kong Ning confirmed one thing, that is, the dragon head is still alive and not completely dead.

Although the breath in the Dragon Palace is very similar to the weird thing, it is not a real weird thing.

Probably the unique method used by this dragon head to maintain its own existence?

Kong Ning observed the dragon head in front of him, but the columbarium cared more about its lost treasure.

Therefore, the columbarium asked directly: "Did you steal the things I put in the stupa?"

Straightforward questioning, not polite at all.

Regarding this, the dragon head glanced slightly at the urn, and said, "Do you mean the book you put in the pagoda thirty years ago?"

The urn suddenly jumped up excitedly: "Sure enough, you stole it!"

It's about to jump up and try its best.

However, the water was surging, and the chubby Zen Master Zhizhen appeared in front of the dragon chair without any breath, and clasped his hands together.

The bouncing urn was gently pushed by the water waves, and immediately returned to its original position.

The dragon head on the dragon chair said slowly: "I didn't take it away. The person who stole the book is a mysterious monster."

"She appeared suddenly three years ago, came to Qingqiu, and killed all the living people in the city."

"Then before I came to Youquan, I tried to snatch away the treasure left by King Yu...that is, this pagoda."

"But the foundation of the pagoda is in the deep spring, inside the Dragon Palace. Although the big demon knows about the pagoda, he doesn't know the secrets of the Dragon Palace."

"Thus, all the methods were used, but the pagoda was still unable to be shaken. On the contrary, she found out the book that your Excellency hid in the pagoda during her attempt to seize the pagoda."

"In the end, she abandoned the pagoda and only took away the book that your Excellency left in the pagoda..."

Long Shou spoke slowly, stuttering every word, half dead.

Hearing that the columbarium was extremely anxious.

Fortunately, I finally told what happened.

The urn immediately asked: "What does the big devil look like? What is its origin?"