In the secret realm, the grass and trees are abundant, the breeze is gentle, the sun is just right, and it is a harmonious scene. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, with the influx of monks, this harmony was soon completely shattered, and it was replaced by fighting and fighting.

However, fortunately, most of the monks are rational people, and in the face of the abundant resources in the secret realm, their first thought is the plundering of resources rather than meaningless fighting.

After all, the resources in the secret realm are still very abundant at this moment, except for some particularly precious resources, the monks can completely collect them separately, instead of wasting time competing with each other.

Of course, this state of relative peace will not last long. When most of the resources are collected by the monks, there will be a baptism of blood in the secret space.

This bloody baptism is doomed and unavoidable, because people are greedy and not content.

Walking among the mountains and flowing waters, feeling the vibrant atmosphere in the secret territory, Wang Yi's expression moved slightly.

Wang Yi is no stranger to the secret realm, when he was still a minor cultivator in the mortal realm, he entered the secret realm.

It's just that the secret realm he entered at the beginning was a secret realm on the verge of death, and there was no life in it, except for sand and sand, which made Wang Yi not feel much.

And now it is completely different, holding the Immortal Sword and cultivating the Great Withering Glory Sutra makes Wang Yi particularly sensitive to the power of vitality.

In Wang Yi's perception, the vitality in this secret realm is not only extremely rich, but also extremely active, and seems to have a tendency to condense and form.

It's just that what makes Wang Yi feel strange is that this huge vitality force did not escape, Ze was absorbed by everything, but by an invisible force out of thin air.

Stopping and standing beside a towering ancient tree, a faint light flashed in Wang Yi's dark eyes.

Touch the wood with your hands, and your breathing will gradually slow, if there is nothing. Wang Yi began to operate the secret technique of recuperation of plants and trees, exhaling and inhaling with this ancient tree, in order to feel the whereabouts of that vitality force.

Thoughts rose, drifting away with the wind, and Wang Yi entered an unknown existence.

It was dark and empty, there was no living thing, only a dead silence.

Seeing such a dead and silent space, Wang Yi's heart fluctuated, he didn't expect that the huge vitality power in the secret realm space would be extracted here, in his original conjecture, this huge vitality should be used by the golden light real person to nourish some kind of treasure.

Just when Wang Yi was puzzled and was about to continue to sink his thoughts and explore this silent space carefully, he suddenly palpitated, and hurriedly changed his perspective to look up.

I saw a strange beast with a snake body, crocodile head, lizard legs, eagle claws, snake tail, antlers, fish scales, whiskers at the corners of the mouth, and beads under the forehead met Wang Yi's eyes.

Seeing this strange beast, Wang Yi's heart was shocked, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In fact, don't say it's Wang Yi, even if you change to a real monk, after seeing this scene, you won't be better than Wang Yi, after all, this is a green dragon.

The only thing that made Wang Yi feel fortunate was that at this moment, the green dragon was asleep and did not wake up.

I saw that his eyes were closed, and his body was winding and circling, lying quietly on the void.

After a little calming down, Wang Yi once again set his eyes on Qinglong.

His thoughts were slightly turbulent, and after some careful observation, Wang Yi found that this green dragon across the void was not a real dragon.

In fact, if it weren't for Wang Yi's extreme sensitivity to the power of vitality, he would not have discovered that this green dragon with a dragon like a prison on his body was actually a condensation of a huge force of vitality.

It can be said that ninety percent of the vitality in this spatial secret realm is condensed on this green dragon.

After learning of this fact, Wang Yi was slightly shocked and then relieved.

The word dragon is simple to say, but the meaning it represents is enough to make any monk change color.

You must know that the True Dragon, as one of the most powerful races in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds, is synonymous with strength, even the weakest True Dragon, its strength is enough to rival the Daoist Ancestor of the human cultivators.

Of course, although this green dragon is not a real dragon, its strength is still not to be underestimated, after all, the heavy coercion on its body cannot be faked.

Judging from Wang Yi's judgment, ordinary real monks are probably not the opponents of this green dragon.

Just when Wang Yi was silently evaluating this green dragon, a sudden change occurred, and a sound of vicissitudes sounded in Wang Yi's ears.

"The little ghost is not small, he dares to come here to disturb your Qinglong Ancestor sleeping, I just don't want to live. ”

The words were slow and powerful, and the tone was vicissitudes, with a faint hint of playfulness.

woke up suddenly, and it was only at this time that Wang Yi found that the sleeping green dragon had woken up at some point, and at this moment he was staring at him with a pair of big eyes that looked like copper bells.

Although Wang Yi is only a wisp of consciousness here at this moment, Wang Yi still feels an inexplicable chill, it is an instinctive reaction of life, and it is the suppression of the superior to the inferior.

His thoughts turned, and in the face of Qinglong's playful eyes, Wang Yi directly cut off the connection with that wisp of consciousness without any hesitation.

Looking at Wang Yi's consciousness that dissipated out of thin air, Qinglong's expression changed, and he opened his mouth and let out a roar:

"Shaft dares. ”

The words were full of anger, and there was no hint of banter.

In fact, it's no wonder that Qinglong was so angry, it was really Wang Yi who was too decisive, just now he was almost able to lock Wang Yi's body through Wang Yi's consciousness.

Unwillingly, Qinglong reached out and wanted to imprison Wang Yi's consciousness, but unfortunately in the end he was still a step too slow.

With a claw swing in the air, consciousness dissipated, and the green dragon let out an unwilling dragon groan, which continued to echo in the silent space for a long time.

roared, anger erupted, the dragon groaned, and the green dragon's hundred-zhang-long body completely moved at this moment, as if it was about to cut through the void and take off.

And at this moment, another voice sounded in the silent space.

"Little green worm, you're making trouble again, don't give up, you really think you're a green dragon. ”

The voice is gloomy, which makes people feel indescribably weird when they listen to it.

Hearing such sarcastic words, Qinglong, who was originally furious, suddenly calmed down.

The dragon's head was slightly lowered, and the golden dragon pupils looked at the dark below, and the green dragon said lightly:

"Old ghost, at least I can still make a fuss, what about you?"

Although Qinglong's words were simple and plain, the gloomy voice that had spoken earlier was completely silent.

Watching the old ghost fall into silence, Qinglong felt quite bored, he had really had enough of such a dull day.

Waving his paw in annoyance, Qinglong stopped struggling uselessly, closed his eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep. In such an environment, sleeping seemed to be the only thing he could do.

As the green dragon fell into a deep sleep, the dark space once again returned to a deathly silence.