"Boom!"
There was another violent impact, the golden aura trembled violently, brightening and flickering. The surface of the lake was affected by this and the water crashed and churned uncontrollably.
Ao Fan shot at the golden wall, still not breaking it open. And behind him, the attack that the eighteen monks had unleashed came once again, ruthlessly striking at him with a terrifying might.
His gaze flickered as he gritted his teeth, and in the end, he merely operated a layer of Dragon Yuan to cover his body, not making any better defensive moves. He gathered all of the rest of his Dragon Yuan onto the Blood Taki Gun and stabbed down furiously against the golden wall.
"Boom!" As his attack landed on the golden wall, he was also drowned under the eighteen monks' attacks, his body was in pain, having suffered a considerable injury, and he immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood.
But he still did not care, depending on the eighteen monks' attacks as nothing, despite the increasingly serious trauma, still tightly staring at a point on the golden wall, fiercely stabbing and striking down until the light on the golden wall quickly dimmed and shook.
"Not good, he's about to break through the Eighteen Luohan Formation to escape." One of the eighteen monks said in alarm, and all of them immediately rushed down, wanting to stop Ao Fan.
"Boom!" In this instant, Ao Fan violently stabbed down the last blow, and it actually pierced through the golden barrier like a bamboo, penetrating into the lake water.
The golden light radiantly dispersed, dots sprinkled all over the lake surface, reflecting the lake as if it was flooded with golden colour. Ao Fan instantly detached himself and violently plunged into the lake, quickly swimming towards the bottom of the lake, only that a lot of blood flowed out of the injuries on his body, staining the lake red.
The eighteen monks' faces changed, and they similarly rushed into the lake water to look for traces of Ao Fan. And by this time, the Huatian Temple people in the distant sky came late, facing the lake, looking at each other without words.
The dark water of the West Lake, almost unable to see fingers, no matter how bright the light outside, can not shine close to here. At the same time, there are countless water bubbles caused by the rippling water, muddy stirred in the lake water, so that people's visibility is greatly reduced.
The cold touch against his skin made Ao Fan feel as if he was in an ice cellar. He held his breath, concealed all his breath under the water, like a flexible fish, swimming quickly.
As he swam, he frowned slightly when he felt the blood flowing out of his wounds. If he didn't remove the traces of blood, the people of Tian Hua Temple would definitely be able to follow the blood.
He immediately channelled his dragon energy throughout his body to stop the blood from flowing out. He then exerted his strength and swam like a shuttle through the layers of lake water, swimming into the distance and quickly disappearing.
The eighteen monks of Tianhua Temple followed the trail of blood here a few moments later, but because Ao Fan's caution cut off the only clue, they could only sink their eyebrows and search around, expecting to find Ao Fan by chance. However, not to mention the West Lake is very large, even if Ao Fan convergence of breath running up the shore to leave, they can not know, the heart does not hold much hope.
At the bottom of the lake, on a corner without any living creatures, there are only a few algae quietly floating with the waves, with a deep green colour. Many rocks that have become smooth due to years of being washed by the lake are piled up at this location, forming a small natural hole.
When Ao Fan swam here, he burrowed into this small hole and hid inside, and there were algae shaking in the outside world to cover it up, making it seem quite safe. Here, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then sensed the injuries on his body, which were very weak, and immediately ran the Dharma Decree to treat the wounds.
It wasn't that he hadn't planned to leave the lake and go ashore to escape, it was far safer to be far away than to stay here. However, once he was close to the surface of the water, he saw Hua Tian Temple's belated disciples were guarding all sides above the lake, watching almost every corner of the West Lake, making it impossible for him to escape.
Thus, he could only continue to stay in the lake water, treating his injuries while waiting for the Huatian Temple people to leave.
Underneath the lake water, water flow existed in every foot and inch of space, with no gaps. Ao Fan sank and floated in the water, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he could not even concentrate on running his dharma. He shook his head, trying to clear himself a bit, but ended up falling head over heels, floating in the lake water.
The eighteen monks searched a large range of space under the water of the West Lake, and still did not find out Ao Fan, and finally united to believe that Ao Fan had already crossed the shore and left. And on the surface of the water watchmen, although the eyes of the eight directions, but do not dare to say that any direction can be in the bottom of the eye, also can not confirm whether Ao Fan left, and finally can only be left unsettled.
I do not know how long, Ao Fan's drowsy consciousness produced a trace of spiritual light, gradually awakened, the dark world immediately passed, a little bit of millimetre flickering slightly.
Ao Fan opened his eyes, and to his eyes was a dimly lit room. There was not too much decoration in it, but the objects that should be there were all there, neat and clean. He was lying on a soft **, the bedding was like the smoothest silk, not rough at all to the touch, and it looked very luxurious.
He got up and covered his head, but was suddenly startled. Shouldn't he be under the water of the West Lake, why would he appear here?
Where is this place, why is he here?
The figures of the Huatian Temple people flashed through his mind, and he guessed if he had been captured by these people.
He got out of bed and stepped aside to lift up the only light blue curtain, a frosty moonlight suddenly shone in, spilling onto the clean white bed covers.
Squinting slightly, his light-adapted eyes once again looked out through the window.
Nearby, a pleasure boat was brightly lit, with many shadows flickering and bursts of playful noises constantly coming through the boat. In the distance, there were more boats swimming about, each with their own situation.
In Spirit Sound City, whenever it came to nightfall, the West Lake would become very lively, with all kinds of silk and bamboo pipes and strings, accompanied by warbling and swallowing, very easy to lure people.
Although Hua Tian Temple is a Buddhist sect, but it is not archaic, in its sphere of influence, allows the existence of such places of pleasure. Unlike some places in the secular world, it was extremely resistant to the place of the moon and wind.
Ao Fan with doubts in his heart, moved to push open the door out of the room, came to the deck of the boat, looking out over the West Lake night scenery, while observing where he was.
This boat is quite gorgeous, mahogany as a pillar, glazed tiles for the eaves, a two-storey high attic stands, outside hanging red fire lanterns, light up the boat.
Ao Fan eyes wider and wider, which is all the colour of surprise, speechless. Here, is actually he inquired about the treasure news encountered the boat boat, he remembered that there is a large and small two fat people on it, acting are different.
His heart couldn't help but produce a trace of doubt. Why would he come here from the bottom of the lake, knowing that where he was, even if his consciousness sank away and he floated with the waves, he wouldn't float to the surface of the lake because of the blockage of the rocks. Unless, it was someone who purposely took him away from the bottom of the sea to here.