【Lotus Root Cake】Sour, Sweet, Bitter, Spicy, Salty

The sky light fell from the top, and when Ao Bing woke up with his eyes open, the Dragon Palace was already in flames.

He turned over and got up, the pain in his chest burned his flesh inch by inch, he took a breath, then ignored the wound on his ten fingers, and pressed the ever-rising Demon Sealing Table back to its original position.

"Lord Dragon King, this is no longer possible!"

The magic needle was taken, the dragon pillar collapsed, and millions of monsters in hell in the ten directions shouted wildly in the depths of the ground. Although Ao Bing froze the lava with a layer of ice, he couldn't last long with his own strength.

"It's okay not to."

Sitting cross-legged on the Demon Sealing Table, Ao Bing took a breath, and then began to cough uncontrollably.

"This messenger asked for help from heaven. By the time the Emperor of Heaven sends someone down, the Demon Sealing Table must have been destroyed long ago. Why bother to die for it?"

Without the Dragon Pillar, although the Dragon Clan wanted to help Ao Bing, there was nothing they could do.

Thousands of catties of chains and ten thousand catties of divine iron can be pressed under this, and there are more than these.

"If that time really comes, you can leave on your own."

At the end of the Great War of Conferred Gods, Ao Bing once thought about whether he could become the magic needle of the East China Sea if he transformed himself into Tao. At that time, the banshee laughed at him as wishful thinking, thinking that in this way, the dragons could be set free.

Later, Ao Guang left. In order not to allow the Emperor of Heaven to sin against the Dragon Clan, Ao Bing suppressed this plan and devoted himself to being his Dragon King. He was heartless, heartless, and loveless. He just waited for the years to pass and everything to become empty.

"The god iron is a thing, and this spirit bead is also a thing. Since it can suppress the seabed leylines, then I can do it too."

Wiping the blood on his lips, Ao Bing stood up and looked up, just after noon, there was no light under the East China Sea, so indifferent and desolate, but he was unwilling and unwilling to let the Dragon Clan guard him from generation to generation.

"Ao Bing is here today, and I will pay back all the kindness and father's order from everyone."

That day when the dragons were formed, it was a huge thing weighing on him. After a hundred years, Ao Bing didn't know what else he wanted.

Now that Ao Guang has been reincarnated, Nezha has also returned to the Heavenly Court, and he has no one to care about in the three thousand prosperous worlds.

——I will pay back the life I owe you.

——I owe you my love.

— Now it's time to finish.

Pressing his hands together in front of his chest, Ao Bing closed his eyes and endured the pain of the three souls colliding in his body. He thought that returning the Lingzhu to Nezha would end their previous entanglement, but it turned out to be a calamity , never ending.

"Lord Dragon King! No way!"

Prime Minister Gui, who was guarding outside the Demon Sealing Stage, was almost terrified by Ao Bing's actions and cried bitterly. If the other party really martyred himself and turned into an artifact of Zhenhai, it would be a hopeless situation where he would not enter the reincarnation and the mortal world!

"grown ups!"

"Master Dragon King!"

The Dragon Clan lingering on the Demon Sealing Platform were all shocked by Ao Bing's will to die on the spot, but the big formation had already started, and when the sky suddenly lit up, when an ice-white beam of light unfolded from under Ao Bing's feet, the entire East China Sea was illuminated under strong light. Get translucent.

For thousands of years, this is probably the brightest time at the bottom of the East China Sea, as if the sunlight on the sea has already shone here.

Ao Bingneng could feel that the spiritual power in his body was continuously flowing into the Demon Sealing Table. He raised his hand and looked at his fingertips. The wounds on it had turned into stars, floating upwards. He blinked and suddenly wanted to laugh.

——Did I actually have a heavy snowfall in the East China Sea?

"After this, there is no return date. Brothers and uncles of the family can ask the Dragon King of the North Sea for help, and go to the heavenly court to tell the emperor that I, Ao Bing, have kept my promise. I also ask His Majesty the emperor not to break the contract."

He promised the other party that he would never leave the East China Sea and not get involved in the mortal world. Now that he has turned into the sea-fixing artifact of this magic table, there are no more spirit beads in the world, and he and Nezha also...

"grown ups!"

Ao Bing's voice was crisp and clear, and the words were piercing to the heart. The dragons who were blocked outside the formation only felt that their eyes were red and then ice white.

But at this time, a snow-white lotus bloomed on the magic sealing table that was burned red by the lava.

The monsters who were suppressed under the lava did not expect Ao Bing to make such a decisive choice. Before the formation was completed, they rushed out one after another, wanting to escape and ascend to heaven.

But the Lingzhu is the sky, and the cathode generates yang, which turns into two instruments. When Ao Bing closed his eyes and followed the sinking ice lotus down inch by inch, the beam of light rising from the East China Sea had already reached the heaven.

Prime Minister Gui knelt outside the formation and cried and kowtowed. He hoped that the world would be merciful, and he could give Ao Bing a result and the Dragon Clan a relief. No matter what, he didn't deserve to end up like this.

"Lord Dragon King——"

The dragon groaned in sorrow, weeping blood, and in the midst of chaos, he roared and hit the sky pillar, then the ground shook, the mountains shook, and the sea water poured back.

"Ao Bing!"