"This is Dingxi Square!" Qiao Weier walked out of the ship and was in a huge square. "A hundred years ago, the Green Alliance pioneer army defeated several indigenous main forces, laid the foundation for the colonial foundation of the Xihai Province, and formally built the Xihai City. Dingxi is the metaphor for pacifying the Xihai."

Leng Yun's eyes swept across, and the square was so big that it was unimaginable.

If you ride a bright bicycle, it takes about a day and a night to drive from one end to the other according to the speed of the bicycle. This is just a square in the center of the city. It is really shameful to have such a huge scale.

A huge palace stands proudly at the end.

This is the administrative hall of the main city of Xihai. It is made of expensive white crystals. The visual metering is the price of the city hall, reaching hundreds of millions of gold coins. It is extremely luxurious, and it also demonstrates the Green Alliance, which is a strong foundation as one of the eight major forces in the mainland.

Xihai Province spans three regions, with more than 40 large cities, and the administrative and military centers are the palaces in front of you.

Qiao Weier informed the main city lord and carried Zhang Mu, who was about to turn into a stone man, in.

The magnificent hall, without guards, was empty, and a magnificent throne stood a magnificent throne, and a person radiating all over his body sat on it. Leng Yun could not even see the other person's appearance clearly. This person was very tall, about 5 meters tall, and could only barely see the outline clearly, because he was as dazzling as a sun, and his light shone on every corner of the hall, his eyes were like stars and bright moons, looking down at the people walking into the hall.

Qiao Weier gave the others a look: "This is the main city lord, half-saint Barton!"

Everyone saluted quickly.

The person sitting in the hall had a strong aura, which made people tremble. He thought he was the legendary governor of the West Sea, but he didn't expect that he was just a semi-saint. One and a half-saint were as strong as a god. How powerful is the power of that saint?

"No gift."

The city lord's faint voice came from the high hall, echoing in the empty hall, shaking the air, making the brain dizzy and almost unable to resist the powerful pressure.

The lord of Zhonghai City Josebe is at the peak of Tianling. He is already a little bit of sacredness and is very close to the semi-saint realm. However, such a small step is a huge difference. A semi-saint can match several lords of Zhonghai City.

Qiao Weier dared not be disrespectful to those who were stronger than her. Besides, if you want to meet the governor, you must pass by the main city lord. "Main City lord, please open the holy mountain and let us meet the governor Hussein, the saint of the wind,!"

The lord of Xihai looked down on Zhang Mu, "Why can an ordinary person alarm the governor?" At this point, he slowly shook his head: "Since the governor personally promised, I dare not stop it. The lord of this city immediately opened the holy mountain, please be prepared."

The three of them walked into a room behind the hall.

The whole interior is black, and there are many black stones on the walls.

The city lord raised his hand and controlled the stones with powerful force, just like playing a puzzle game. The stones kept moving and changing positions. Finally, they arranged and combined in a strange way to form a strange magic array. The whole room vibrated, and power burst out from all directions, and finally landed on the magic array in the center of the room, tearing the void and opening a tunnel.

Thunder passes through the tunnel, and trees and grass can be seen faintly.

This is a secret realm.

"Go, the governor is inside."

Lei Ming was shocked and actually lived in a secret realm. The secret realm is a special space between reality and illusion. Everything in it can be fictional relative to the real world, but because of this, the creator of the secret realm is almost omnipotent in the secret realm.

Several people walked into the passage one by one.

The noisy city disappeared instantly.

This is a giant peak that is more than ten feet high. Standing on the top of the mountain, leaning down and looking down, the sea of ​​clouds was sank to the foot of the mountain. The giant peaks stand proudly on the sky and the earth, with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers. It is really magnificent and huge!

Only Qiao Weier, Leng Yun, Lei Ming, and Zhang Mu walked into the secret realm.

On the top of the giant peak is a magnificent castle, full of green, as transparent as crystal, shining under the sun, very delicate and beautiful, and each piece of tile is carved with an extremely complex group. This is no longer a castle, but a beautiful work of art.

Qiao Weier quickly knelt down at the castle and shouted with sincerity and respect, "Greetings to the Saint of Wind Chasing!"

"Are you a descendant of the Dragon Slayer? You're really a good qualification." A lazy voice came from the depths of the palace, with a light tone, and a rather ethereal inspiration that transcends the world. "I have some friendship with the Dragon Slayer. It's a blessing to have descendants like you."

The status of the Wind-Thunching Saint in the Green Alliance is not inferior to the Dragon-Slaying Saint. Qiao Weier has never even seen her ancestors several times, but she has received praise from the Wind-Thunching Saint, and she can't help but feel very happy.

"Please come in!"

The castle gate opened, like a water gate was released, and a vast blue energy gushed out, instantly submerging the five people. When the five people realized, they had been pulled into the hall by the wind-attributed power, and the hall gate closed on its own.

The hall is not as luxurious as imagined, but the ground, wall, and pillars are all painted. Each painting contains a certain truth, relaxed, sharp, and rapid... These are all artistic conceptions of wind attributes. People who are ordinary people cannot draw such paintings, and the author must be the saint who chases the wind.

Leng Yun meets the saint who chases the wind.

Surprisingly.

Although Hussein, the saint of Wind, was not as radiant as the lord of Xihai City. The saint of Wind, turned his back to the five people, was wearing a simple and unpretentious blue robe, his body shape and height were the same as that of a human, his hair was completely white, and he must be quite old. He was concentrating on his brushes to complete the final touch of the mural on the pillars.

This is a green dragon.

When the finishing touch was completed, light emerged from the Qinglong's body, and a dragon roar was released from the pillar, and the entire hall was shaken.

Several people looked at each other.

The Wind-Chasing Saint is really a weird person. Although he is the governor of the West Sea, he has lived in seclusion all year round, and no one knows what he is doing. Now it seems that over the years, he has focused on painting.

Hussein nodded with satisfaction and then turned around to look at the few people. Although his hair was gray, the face of the Wind-Chasing Saint was smooth like an egg, which was much more delicate than a baby. He looked very ordinary, with a pair of pointed ears, and a pair of green eyes that were deeply and wise.

Holy Spirit!

This is the Holy Spirit!

Leng Yun couldn't help but feel a little awe in her heart.

No matter any race, the Holy Spirit is a peak symbol. Leng Yun masters an attacking Holy Spirit skill, so she knows how terrible the existence of the Holy Spirit realm is!

Qiao Weier quickly said, "Please help from the governor."

The saint who chased the wind said in a calm tone: "The spirit on the dragon and snake bow is transformed into an old dragon spirit that has lived for tens of thousands of years. The spirit of the weapon has been nurtured for thousands of years before it can be venom, which is far more powerful than normal venom. If it is bound to die, it is originally a poison without any decomposition. It is a miracle that can last until now, and it also shows that you are not simple."

Zhang Mu was bitten by the spirit of the elemental body, and the damage was weakened to a certain extent. In addition, the dragon is a ten thousand-year-old dragon. Zhang Mu himself has some dragon bloodline. Although it is not very powerful, it can resolve the dragon poison to a certain extent. More importantly, the Chaos Monument protects Zhang Mu's spirit and soul. Otherwise, even if it can be cured, it will leave extremely serious sequelae.

Qiao Weier asked quickly: "Is there any way?"

Hussein, the saint of wind chasing, shook his head: "If it were a Holy Spirit who was good at healing, or a master of medicine, it might not be difficult to remove the poison of the dragon. I don't know how to heal the Holy Spirit, and I don't have the master-level antidote potion."

The few people looked at each other.

Is there no way for the Holy Spirit?

Leng Yun stood up straight and said, "Sir, since you let us come here, there must be other solutions, right?"

The saint Zhufeng paused for a moment and nodded in praise: "Young human, you are very brave. Yes, I have a way." The saint Zhufeng paused for a moment, and then continued: "In ancient times, a divine dragon appeared in the West Sea."

The dragon clan can be divided into levels according to lifespan, from low to high, including the hundred-year dragon, the thousand-year dragon, and the ten-year dragon. Among them, the hundred-year dragon fingers can live for hundreds of years, most of the dragon clans with thin bloodlines are low-level dragon monsters with high bloodline concentrations. The thousand-year dragon is a dragon clan with high bloodline concentrations. It can generally reach the strength of the Tianling Realm and live for thousands of years. As for the ten-year dragon, there are generally two types of cases, one is the sacred dragon and the other is the dragon dragon. Of course, some ten-year dragon alien species that have evolved through countless other types of low-level dragon clans.

The ten thousand-year-old dragon is not the pinnacle of the dragon clan.

There is an existence called Taizu Divine Dragon, which is the ancestor of all the dragons in the world and one of the most powerful creatures in the world, second only to God.

"There was a ancestral dragon that appeared in the West Sea tens of thousands of years ago. It was an ambitious evil dragon full of greed and destructive desire, and it was also the founder of the Naga clan. He once led the Naga clan to the mainland and caused a bloody storm. That chaotic history was called the 'Evil Dragon Rebellion'!" The Wind-Chasing Saint said calmly: "The powerful people of all races in the mainland joined forces to take action during the weak period of the Ancestral Dragon. The battle was paid a heavy price. There were dozens of holy spirits that fell. In the end, they killed the Ancestral Dragon. In order to prevent the Ancestral Dragon from resurrecting, the mainland strong people stripped the Ancestral Dragon's soul. As for the body, they cut it into six sections, sealed it around the world, and separated from each other by millions of kilometers."

"Does of Holy Spirits die before killing the Ancestral Dragon?"

Several people secretly stumbled on their tongues, how powerful is the Ancestral Dragon!

The Wind-Chasing Saint continued: "When the Ancestral Dragon died, countless essence and blood were sprinkled. After these bloods of the divine dragon fell to the ground, after thousands of years of fertilization, they finally had powerful spirituality and vitality, which made them change and grow into plants. The domineering will allow the plants to absorb the vitality nearby, turning a hundred miles into a vast desert. The last fruit produced. Because it was nurtured by the essence and blood of the Taizu divine dragon, it was named the divine dragon fruit!"

Leng Yun understands it.

Regardless of the danger, Naga deliberately sneaked into the directly governed area of ​​the Green Alliance, aiming at the dragon fruit in the tribute!
Chapter completed!