The mountain is not high, but there are immortals and spirits.●⌒,

The water is not deep, but the dragon will be spiritual.

There were once clouds rolling in the sky, wind and thunder followed, and a black dragon circling inside, wandering around in the sky, and thousands of eagles surrounded him, as if stars were holding the moon, which was spectacular.

A sharp-eyed person can see a figure from the black dragon.

"Who can use a real dragon as its mount?"

"I must be a god!"

It is said that the black dragon swept through the storm and fell into the mountains ahead.

The people who saw that scene were not only mortals and people from nearby tribes, but also many people in their practice.

There is water in the mountains, called Xijian.

From that day on, the clear water flowed, sometimes bright red, sometimes fragments of clothes, floating insect corpses, white feathers, and floating black scales.

The rest are just fine, but the black scales are the size of a palm, and their power is immortal.

A nearby tribe picked it up and ran away, and before the jackals, tigers and leopards were approaching, they ran away. After returning to the tribe, there were no wild animals watching the tribe.

An old man in the clan said that this is a dragon scale.

This is a gift given by the Dragon God!

Many people in the tribe followed the stream, but none of them came back.

The clan elder said that the Dragon God would not want to see mortals.

So no one from the tribe went up the river to see the real dragon, but carved the image of the real dragon from then on and worshiped.

But in recent days, many people have come here. A few of them are from other tribes and clans nearby who are pursuing the Dragon God, and some are from unknown identities.

These unidentified people are all practitioners.

Among them is Guber.

Gu Boer came from a distant tribe, hundreds of thousands of miles away. He had traveled here and heard the good words of four generations of disciples in Yan land, claiming that he was invincible for a hundred years, and he was not even a hundred years old, so he couldn't help but feel a little eager to try.

During his travels, he was a casual practitioner, but he felt that he was not inferior to the disciples of first-class sects. He wanted to appreciate the methods of Yandi, which was known as the best attack, let alone a young hero like Shanyan?

He had no murderous intention, just wanted to challenge and just appreciate Yandi's methods.

He walked through the tribe near the stream and found that the tribe had already treated the demon dragon as a dragon god. He couldn't help but smile, but there was no sarcasm. Because in his hometown, there was a demon bird that was also offered as a god, and it was not until he achieved his own cultivation that he was able to kill the demons.

The rest of the practitioners who passed by this place couldn't help but laugh and mock him, only he was so calm.

Walk along the stream.

The stream is clear.

Gradually, some blood drifted from the upper stream and spread in the water.

There are black scales mixed in it, floating and sinking, stained with blood.

Gu Boer reached out and landed on his hand. He looked carefully.

Suddenly, another thing sinks under the water flow, but is rolling by the water.

"This is……"

Gu Boer reached out and took the rolling things under the water into his hand, his eyes slightly condensed.

"Longjiao..."

He was a little excited because the black dragon must be on the upper hand.

Above the black dragon is the good words of Yan land.

Then good words are on the stream.

"I have been traveling for more than 30 years. After seeing this, I went back to the tribe to get married." Gu Boer thought to himself. "This time I have to ask the man who is good at asking Yandi for advice, and I have seen the true dragon. My wishes during the trip have almost been completed."

He thought of the girl in the clan center. She was a shy girl.

When he was in a downturn, she sent food.

When he obtained the scriptures of practice and was unable to recognize words, he studied hard day and night. It was she who sent the grease lamps to add some warmth to the night. A ray of light rose in the darkness.

When he left, she was shy and plucked up her courage and said she would wait forever.

After traveling to this day, he has achieved success in his practice, and has been experiencing outside for many years, and his wish has been fulfilled. He should return to the tribe to protect his tribe.

Guber flowed up the river.

In the water flow at the end of the stream, there is a deep pool, and the murderous aura and fireworks nearby have not yet dissipated.

The trees were broken and the land was turned over, and it was in a mess.

"The scattered man looked at Boer, and heard Yan Di's good words and was amazing and brilliant. He got all the true teachings of Yan Di. He came to ask for advice."

He bowed politely and smiled.

Then the water flows ripples.

A deer antler gradually poked out of the water, and then another deer antler was poked out next to it.

That's not deer antlers, that's dragon horns.

But there was a missing piece of the dragon horn on the left, so water came out one after another.

It was a dragon head, with cold eyes and fluttering dragon beards, showing its wild and wild appearance.

Gu Boer was about to speak when suddenly his eyes turned dark.

He lowered his head and saw a snow-white insect with blue markings spreading its wings.

"Poisoned..."

His eyes turned dark and he was extremely dizzy. He quickly used his magic power to suppress it. Fortunately, his magic power was deep. Although the poison was extremely poisonous, it did not hurt his life. Just as he was about to scold him, he saw the black dragon coming out of the water.

With a high roar, the black dragon rushed upwards from the pool, bringing countless rain and fog.

It shows a surprising look.

Gu Boer was covered in rain and fog. In a trance, he seemed to see the girl he liked in the tribe.

She snuggled up to her chest and kissed her cheeks like water.

There was cold water, like her tears.

The magic power shook, and then my eyes cleared, and all I saw was a pair of cold eyes.

Then my eyes raised and a pair of bloody mouths appeared in front of me.

"I can't go back..."

He muttered to himself in his heart.

...

Over the past few days, countless practitioners have been looking for good words, and there are also many people who have found this place.

Some people who come are full of murderous intentions, some are kind-hearted, or are determined to come here to challenge, or are people from nearby tribes.

But what's the difference?

The master went into seclusion under the pond and recovered from his injuries.

No matter who it is or what the visitor has, they cannot be close to this.

Even if you have no malice in your heart, even if you are a mortal in the world, even if you come with kindness,... if you all die, then you will think about leaving, which is a delusion.

Everyone has a story that belongs to themselves, no matter whether they are good or evil.

But so what?

Qin Xianyu never wanted to hurt innocent people, nor did he want to kill people without malice.

But this wild dragon and this insect are not humans, they are already full of wild nature.

The wild dragon swallowed Guber in one bite, and then another voice came.

"Su Zhe, the ancient spirit tribe, came for the revenge of his younger brother's defeat!"

"Good words!"

"Come out and fight me!"

The response to him was a dragon roar, and then the white feathered eagle formed a sword formation in the Yandi Zhoutian Stars. Although the shape was inconsistent, it had already gained a bit of magical charm under the control of the Blood Silkworm Gu.

After the matter was finished, the horn of the wild dragon was broken again, and the dragon claws were cut off with one finger.

The blood silkworm worm broke a thin wing.

The White-feathered Divine Eagle was killed or injured by more than 30 people, but the number was not large, but this was because the sword formation formed and the joint measures to resist the opponent. Although there were fewer casualties, thousands of Iron-mouthed Divine Eagles were injured in each end.

"Lin Xiao, a disciple of Yinshan Pavilion..."

"hold head high!!!"

A dragon roar responded.

The killing continues.

Kill one, and there is another one. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!