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The body of the thunder dragon was still thundering, shining with thunder.

At this moment, Xiao Yao suddenly realized that the snow Jiao in his divine consciousness had fallen into a state of turmoil.

All the men, women, and children of the village came out of their houses.

The thunder dragon that was entrenched high in the sky roared and roared, and the dragon's whiskers fluttered.

The people in the village raised their heads to look at the thunder dragon, but the expressions on their faces looked very calm.

No panic, no fear.

Not even a hint of surprise.

It's just that the expressions on the faces of these people seem to be a little dignified.

Even if it's a child, that's true.

It was hard for him to imagine that when he encountered such a situation, these people, including the elderly and children, just looked like they were facing a great enemy.

What made him even more incomprehensible was that everyone's eyes were burning with the flames of war.

It was as if a soldier had heard the horn of preparing for a charge.

One by one, fists clenched.

Above the sky, the body of the thunder dragon is still changing, and now, it is a hundred miles long.

One after another, thunder and lightning slashed at the thunder dragon's body, not only did not cause any damage to the thunder dragon, but also made its body even more terrifying, and the aura became more terrifying.

In the face of this kind of change that is no less than the end of the world, the calmness of these people makes Xiao Yao feel amazing.

When the huge dragon head, approaching the earth, opened its mouth, bloomed a pillar of electricity, and smashed into the ground, several middle-aged men glanced at each other, and all of them soared up to meet the pillar of electricity.

The powerful coercion contained in that pillar of electricity made even Xiao Yao, who had already entered the eightfold immortal cultivator cultivation, tremble.

It was a shiver from the depths of the soul.

If it weren't for the fact that he appeared in this world as an illusion and would not be harmed, he would definitely run away.

His instinct told him that the pillar of light that appeared in the sky right now was definitely not something that his own strength could match.

However, the middle-aged men all swung their fists and smashed them into the electric pillar.

After a few punches, the electric pillar was shattered.

However, several more electric pillars smashed towards the middle-aged men in mid-air.

At this moment, an old man on the ground took a step forward.

A couple of half-grown lads brought him a table.

A few children brought him pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

The old man picked up the brush in his hand, and the black ink placed in the inkstone seemed to be given life, and hung on the white brush along a curve.

Then, the old man began to wave the ink, and the ink fell on the white paper, blooming with golden rays.

All in one swing!

A murderer totem jumped on the paper.

Xiao Yao slowly approached, glanced at the totem on the white paper, and for a moment, he felt as if his soul was about to be devoured by the fierce beast on the white paper.

The beast looks like a tiger, but it has bat-like wings, only a layer of sebum, and you can see abrupt bones, but I don't know how much larger than the bat's wings.

The Ancient Beast is Strange!

Xiao Yao immediately thought of a fierce beast that had been recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

The golden light continued to ripple, and the poor qi on the paper suddenly shook its body, and came out of the white paper, its body kept enlarging, and finally it was about dozens of miles long, it fluttered its wings, flew high in the air, roared, and rushed towards the thunder dragon in the air.

The two beasts collided together, and lightning and thunder thundered in the sky.

A majestic air engine is rippling in the air.

Everyone just watched the scene in silence.

Except for the sound of the explosion in the air and the hiss of the fierce beast Thunder Dragon, no one spoke.

The child holding the windmill that Xiao Yao had seen before suddenly raised the windmill in his hand.

The windmill turned, and the speed of rotation became faster and faster, and gusts of wind also whistled away, and the wind swept up wisps of wind blades, just like the blood storm that Xiao Yao had experienced before.

At the very least, the breath and pressure brought to Xiao Yao are the same.

Xiao Yao really wanted to scold.

Mud Horse, what the hell is this place?

A little kid has such great power?

If this is placed on the earth, it can simply destroy a world, okay?

Xiao Yao was suddenly surprised to find that in this village, even if it was a child, his strength was not something he could imagine.

If it comes to making a wind blade, Xiao Yao can pat his chest and say that he can definitely do it, but he definitely can't create this kind of wind blade that is as powerful as a blood storm.

With such strength, you can kill yourself in seconds.

He covered his chest with one hand and tried to vomit three liters of blood.

He became more and more curious about what the hell this was.

Could it be that this is the fairy world?

The people who live here are all immortals?

Otherwise, how could they possibly have such strength......

Anyway, he is also an eightfold master now, but staying here, he has a very depressed feeling.

It's like being a kid watching a group of adults fight. If it weren't for the fact that he was just an illusion now, he would have wanted to run away immediately, for fear that they would harm the pond fish.

But in a moment, the thunder dragon suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed the giant beast Qi Qi directly.

Those Gangfeng knocked the thunder dragon back a little, and even swept away some of the thunder and lightning on its body, and the shape of those thunderbolts looked like the dragon scales of a real dragon.

The thunder dragon roared, quite poignantly.

However, after a brief period of pain, the thunder dragon pounced on the village again.

Another old man, with a cane, walked out of the crowd.

He looked at the thunder dragon's eyes, full of contempt.

It seemed that it was not a brontosaurus that stretched for hundreds of miles, but a jumping earthworm.

The old man threw away his cane, and in his hand there was an extra golden brush, and he wrote in the air with cold frost on his face.

The golden handwriting turned into a golden man, hovering in the air in front of the old man.

"The wind is strong, and the general hunts Weicheng. The grass is withered, and the snow is light. Ignore Xinfeng City and return to the fine willow camp. Looking back at the place where the eagle was shot, thousands of miles of twilight clouds were flat. ”

Xiao Yao glanced at it and gasped.

He remembered this poem, which was Wang Wei's "Watching the Hunt".

I didn't feel anything when I looked at it before, but now that I look at it, I feel that every word is murderous.

The strokes of the font are as sharp as a sword.

Immediately after, the words suddenly condensed together and converged into a longbow.

The bowstring tore back, and with a snap, the golden arrows flew out at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Arrows slashed through the thunder dragon's body.

Suddenly, the space fell into reality.

Yet those people remained calm.

The thunder dragon in the sky roared and hissed, and its body did not listen to the writhing, like a loach that had just been thrown into a pan of oil.

Everyone is a cold eye.

A flash of lightning flashed, and the thunder dragon disappeared into the air.

The whole world seems to be calm again.

The crowd still didn't say anything, nodded to each other, and turned to leave.

No one cares what happened before.

Except for Xiao Yao.

Everyone is so calm and calm, it is not difficult to see that today's such a thing, I don't know how many times it happened in the past, as if it has been common.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, but the air was filled with the smell of slaughter.

"Are these people really human?" Xiao Yao asked himself.

Suddenly, the voice of the dragon came from my head.

"That's the soul of the Sin Dragon. ”

"The soul of the sin dragon?" Xiao Yao was a little puzzled and asked, "Do you mean that thunder dragon?"

"Yes, the so-called sin dragon is the dragon clan who committed a heinous crime and was killed, but the soul did not dissipate, but was imprisoned, just now the dragon soul should have jumped out, with the help of the power of heaven and earth, condensed into a body with thunder and lightning, and wanted to escape, but was suppressed back, completely scattered, I think, what is connected here is probably a place similar to a prison. Xue Jiao said.

After listening to Xue Jiao's words, Xiao Yao gradually understood something.

If you say, the soul of the sin dragon escaped from prison.

Then, the identity of the people in this village is already self-evident.

These people are the wardens of criminals.

Everybody is!

Above the sky, pear blossoms began to float.

In a moment, the snow fell again.

Suddenly, in the midst of lightning and thunder, fist-sized hailstones fell down.

Looking at a tree behind him, the leaves are withered and renewed.

He realized that this was actually the time of time.

I don't know how many springs and autumns have passed.

When all these changes stopped, there was a new change in the sky.

It was a door condensed by the light of the sun and the moon.

The sun is scarlet, the moon is bright, and it is at two extremes.

The door hung in the sky.

It is 100 zhang high and 50 zhang wide.

The stars slowly converged, speckled like two doors. When the stars started moving again, it looked like the door was slowly being pushed open.

"Where does that door lead?" Xiao Yao asked subconsciously.

"Perhaps, it's the fairy world, or maybe it's the prison I mentioned before. ”

Xiao Yao turned around and looked behind him.

The total number of villagers standing behind him was no more than fifty.

Before, it looked like there were at least three or four hundred.

What surprised Xiao Yao even more was that there were no young and strong children among these villagers, and every one of them was a gray-haired old man.

They also looked at the door above the starry sky.

The eyes are not calm.

Full of grief and indignation!

Xue Jiao sighed and said to Xiao Yao: "This is probably the last group of people guarding here." ”

From their faces, Xiao Yao saw despair.

"This time, I'm afraid it's their annihilation. Xiao Yao thought to himself.

There was a loud noise in the door.

The roar of all sorts of beasts.

The loud sound of all beasts galloping.

Behemoth after behemoth, squeezing out of that door.

Each one of them is a fierce god and a vicious one.