Chapter 443: Tenglong's Words, Waiting for Six Hundred Years

Han Yuan continued to blast the fireball.

He found that digging for treasure was only secondary. The process of fighting against the fireball was also a kind of practice.

Each fireball actually had a certain direction, and the way it fell was also different. When fighting against the fireball, he could feel the changes of the different avenues, just like different types of quasi-saints feeding him moves.

Han Yuan kept looking for fireballs that could bring him insights, and his position moved slowly towards the depths of the Yanyu Fire Pool without him noticing.

The speed of movement was not fast, and it only moved a thousand miles per hour. This distance was no different from standing still.

Tenglong occasionally paid attention to Han Yuan's position. Because the two of them watched over each other, the distance between him and Han Yuan was basically fixed. Han Yuan moved slowly, and he also moved slowly.

But Tenglong didn't care about this distance of movement. He was concerned about the treasures hidden inside the fireball. As long as it was not dangerous, he would stuff it into his body and swallow and refine it.

Whether it was ordinary resources or precious treasures, he accepted them all. Every time he devoured a treasure, he could improve his strength.

This slow movement happened to be roughly equivalent to the extent of his strength improvement. Every time his strength improved, the power of the fireball increased, which was just right for him to adapt to the increased power.

So, Han Yuan and the others slowly moved towards the depths of the Rock Prison Fire Pool.

On the other side.

The entrance to the Hell Water Stream.

Between the ice world, there was a huge deep blue vortex, the range of which also reached one light year. The cold wind at the edge of the vortex blew up a fierce ice and snow storm. This was a forbidden area for life. If a monk below the quasi-saint came in, it would be easy to turn into ice sculptures and ice foam.

The Lord of Brahman quickly came here by space teleportation and hid in an iceberg base he built. There were special means here to sense the situation around the entrance to the Hell Water Stream.

The Lord of Brahman was confident that no one could escape his perception and enter the Hell Water Stream.

So, he waited here steadily. As long as he guarded the entrance, he could always wait for Han Yuan.

So he was not in a hurry at all.

Suddenly, the Lord of Brahman vaguely sensed that a quasi-saint was approaching the Hell Water Stream.

Because the distance was a bit far and the other party's hiding skills were extraordinary, he was not sure who was approaching.

Then he noticed that the other party's breath disappeared without a trace, and it was obvious that he had hidden himself. His hiding skills were also very sophisticated. He could only determine the general position of the other party, but not the exact position.

"This distance..."

The Lord of Brahman frowned.

About 30,000 light years away.

This distance is not far or near. If he walks out of the hiding position, it is easy to alarm the other party.

"Is Han Yuan here?"

The Lord of Brahman was not sure.

However, he did not act rashly and still waited calmly.

After a while.

He sensed that a full 18 quasi-saint auras came to a position 20,000 to 30,000 light years away from the Hell Water Stream and hid.

Each of them is well versed in concealment, and they can dissipate their aura in a very short time, hiding themselves perfectly.

The corner of the Brahman Lord's eye twitched.

"These guys..." The Brahman Lord didn't know how to express his emotions for a moment.

They all acted indifferent before, but now they all ran to the Netherworld Water Stream for what?

Now the Brahman Lord was not sure whether Han Yuan was among these people.

But he was very patient and waited calmly for Han Yuan to appear.

This wait lasted for a hundred years.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Han Yuan did not appear.

Those quasi-saints who were hiding their traces did not move either, and they were all very patient.

However, a faint sense of strangeness arose in the heart of the Brahman Lord.

He suddenly realized at this time that he might have been fooled by Tenglong's green dragon.

"Tenglong said he was going to the Netherworld Water Stream, but he might also go to other places! How could I believe Tenglong's words so much." The Brahman Lord frowned and reacted.

He recalled his impression of Tenglong, a very low-key quasi-saint, who was consistent in his words and deeds and had never told a lie.

So, he believed what Tenglong said before.

Not only him, but the eighteen quasi-saints around him were also deceived by Tenglong!

Although the Lord of Brahman suspected that Tenglong had deceived him, he had no evidence, because this was not a promise made by the other party in person, but just a casual remark made by the other party.

Since it was news obtained by eavesdropping, how could it be called deception?

"If it is really a scam, then I really underestimated him."

The Lord of Brahman narrowed his eyes. It was not beautiful to be fooled by the tail end.

He glanced at the hiding places of the eighteen quasi-saints around him and shook his head: "Most of these people probably don't realize the problem."

"Forget it, it's just a hundred years, wait and see."

The Lord of Brahman continued to wait, he was not waiting in vain, he was also practicing.

Waiting and practicing are not contradictory.

In this way, time passed bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, another three hundred years passed.

Finally, one of the quasi-saints got tired of waiting and came out from his hiding place, and then left the Netherworld Water Stream.

This action immediately attracted the attention of the hidden quasi-saints.

Some quasi-saints recognized the quasi-saint who left.

"It's the twenty-sixth-ranked Ri Ming. Can't he stay here for only four hundred years?" Some quasi-saints were surprised.

Many quasi-saints noticed that there were people hiding around, but they didn't know how many people there were and who was hiding.

Now that Riming was the first to walk out, everyone had different thoughts in their minds.

However, no one came out to stop Riming from leaving, and they just watched Riming leave quietly.

Another fifty years passed.

Another quasi-saint lost his patience and left.

Another fifty years passed.

Three quasi-saints emerged from their hiding places and rushed to the Hell Water Stream together.

The Lord of Brahman saw the three people walking into the Hell Water Stream, and his expression was inexplicable.

Next, the remaining quasi-saints walked out one after another, either leaving or entering the Hell Water Stream.

Obviously, these quasi-saints realized that they were all fooled by Tenglong.

Many people re-established their cognition of Tenglong, and many people suspected that Tenglong, the last one, was a disguise and did not show his due strength.

Six hundred years had passed since the Lord of Brahman began to wait.

On this day, he received a message from a friend.

"I was practicing in the Rock Hell Fire Pond and accidentally ran into Tenglong and Lingzun."

This news made the Lord of Brahman look completely gloomy.

"Tenglong... a little interesting!"

The Lord of Brahman had a faint killing intention towards Tenglong, but he soon thought of another Azure Dragon Quasi-Saint. The other Azure Dragon reached the 50th floor of the Sainthood Tower, one level higher than him, but the difference in strength was more than a little.

"I hope you don't give me a chance!"

The Lord of Brahman was indeed a little afraid of the old Azure Dragon. If he was not absolutely sure of killing Tenglong, he would not force his move.

But he must kill Lingzun.

(First chapter, later, very later)