Pokemon Dragon Rides the Clouds

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As the ink marks continued to penetrate deeper into the valley, the surrounding area began to become dark and groggy, and the visibility became very low. The dense and tall trees blocked the sunlight, giving people an eerie feeling.

In his right hand, he is holding a Poké Ball at all times. Although he has not encountered any danger so far, he must take precautions because no one knows what will happen in the next second.

In such an unknown situation, it never goes wrong to be vigilant.

Finally, Mo Hen walked out of this vast forest, feeling like he could see the sun through the clouds.

The dark environment in the forest made people a little breathless, but now they finally saw the sun.

Although it is a little uncomfortable for eyes that have adapted to the dark, it is still much better than being in the dark.

"Well, why is there a... temple?"

Gradually adapting to the brightness outside the forest, Mo Hen opened his eyes slightly, but saw a somewhat shocking scene.

In front of the forest is a green grassland, and next to the grassland is a lake. A mountain spring continuously flows down from the cliff and pours into the lake.

Not only is this familiar environment, but even the Harker dragons and mini dragons swimming in the lake, and the quasi-god larvae such as the single-headed dragon and baby dragon playing on the grass are also so familiar.

"I've been gone for so long, and now I'm back here."

Mo Hen stood at the exit of the forest, turned around suddenly, and found a tree behind him with a main branch branching off.

That was the tree that I paid a little attention to when I entered the forest because it looked strange.

“Literally going in circles.”

His brows were knitted tightly, but his independent personality since childhood allowed Mo Hen to remain calm even in the face of such strange situations.

I definitely paid attention to this weird-looking tree before entering the forest. It couldn't be a coincidence, and in this exact same environment, there were also the larvae of these quasi-god elves.

Since I didn't remember it wrong, and it couldn't be that the same elf appeared in the same place, then it was only possible that I was still trapped in the illusion.

In other words, the whole world here is an illusion

"Since it's an illusion, it's good to break it."

Mo Hen chose the simplest and crudest, but perhaps also the most effective method to forcefully break the illusion.

He pressed the button of the super ball in his hand and released the Tyrannosaurus that could no longer hold it down:

"Storm Dragon, Wave of the Dragon"

"Roar"

With a roar, a blue-purple dragon wave spurted out from the mouth of the violent flying dragon, spiraling into the sky like a real dragon.

"boom"

Another dragon wave suddenly shot out from the temple that did not exist before, cutting off the violent dragon's dragon wave halfway.

Two dragon waves met in the air and exploded.

"The mastermind behind the scenes can't hide anymore..."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Mo Hen led the violent flying dragon towards the temple.

As for the surrounding elves who saw the ink marks leaving and returning, they were suddenly filled with excitement and wanted to rush forward in a swarm. However, under the look of the Tyrannosaurus, they were so frightened that they trembled and did not dare to take a step forward.

"squeak"

After walking across a small wooden bridge built between the island in the middle of the lake and the grassland, Mo Hen pushed open the main entrance in the middle of the temple.

Small but complete.

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Although this temple is small, it has some of the proper layouts. When you walk in, you will find the main hall, which houses a statue of Buddha.

Below, there is a person sitting cross-legged, seemingly chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.

In other words, it was not a human being. With its orange body, petite and cute wings, and two tentacles on its head, it was simply a dragon.

Presumably, the dragon wave that blocked the Tyrannosaurus before was produced by this fast dragon.

However, Mo Hen had no intention of thinking about whether it was the dragon wave launched by this fast dragon at this time. He looked at the scene in front of him, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

A Kuailong, who was an elf, was sitting cross-legged in a temple, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, and he was chanting sutras and chanting Buddha seriously and piously.

Buddhism is rampant in the Chengdu area. Even though Mo Hen does not believe in Buddhism, he still has some understanding of it due to his exposure to it since childhood.

The voice of this fast dragon chanting sutras sounded very standard to Mo Hen's ears.

Such a picture is really inconsistent no matter how you look at it.

But these are not the things that Mo Hen cares about most.

Mo Hen tilted his head slightly. What he was most concerned about and curious about was how such a fat creature like Kuailong could sit cross-legged with such thick and short legs.

"It's your fault, these illusions."

It seemed that a verse had been recited. Taking advantage of Kuailong's slight pause, Mo Hen spoke with a coldness in his voice.

"No, it's not me. This is the test of the slate for you."

An old voice sounded in the temple, and Mo Hen's eyes widened in surprise at this voice, and he didn't even pay attention to the information in Kuailong's words.

"You, you can talk"

It was not surprising that he could understand Kuailong's words, but what surprised him was that the words of Kuailong were not transformed by the power of dragon control, but directly spoke human language.

"Young people from the Dragon Envoy clan, what's so surprising about this? I've lived for hundreds of years, how difficult is it to learn a mere human language?"

Kuailong stood up from the bunk bed and turned around. On the surface, it was obvious that he was very old. Although it was easy to speak, there was a sense of pride in his tone:

"When I sneaked out of the dragon's lair to visit your human world, I met a meow that could speak human language. Although that meow always used some strange suffixes when speaking, there was no trace of it at all. My standard”

"Kuailong, lived...hundreds of years"

Mo Hen bit his lower lip. There is a legend in the Yulong Clan that there is a fast dragon that has been guarding the Yulong Clan for generations living in the dragon lair.

That is the patron saint who only appears when the Yulong clan is in trouble.

"Wait a minute, you just said the slate is the dragon slate."

"Of course. If it's not the Dragon Slate, can it be the Jade Insect Slate? The insect-type Aburame Clan is still looking for you, the Yulong Clan, to fight for it?"

Humming, Kuailong looked at Mo Hen with an idiot look, and then said:

"Those children outside are indeed illusions created by the Dragon Slate, and their purpose is to test you."

"So, what's the result of the test?"

As he spoke, Mo Hen secretly looked at the layout of the temple and seemed to have found no place where the dragon stone slab could be placed.

"The results of the test are a little different from what you imagined, but you still passed, young man of the Dragon Envoy clan."

Kuailong walked slowly to Mo Hen with a pair of short legs, reached out and patted his shoulder and said.