Although it was only a rough idea, Wuming also understood it.

In the same way, he didn't mean to get to the bottom of it.

Just nodded his head, and immediately asked Liu Ziang and Xu Ling again.

"What would happen if you turned into a dragon? If there really is a dragon, it seems that this dragon thing is also a good thing throughout the ages. ”

"Is that the object of your killing?"

Liu Ziang nodded without hesitation.

"If it's a real dragon, it's naturally a good thing."

"It's a pity that humans turned into dragons, and it is also the mutilated immortal secret art mastered by those ten immortal cursers."

"Turning into a dragon used to be one of the research directions of the Immortal Curse. But after all, people are just people, if they are forcibly transformed into dragon species. Just like other secret arts, although you have to live forever, you are just a bloodthirsty monster after all. ”

After Liu Ziang finished speaking, Xu Ling's voice came out again, adding to Wuming.

"Historically, there have been many legends of evil dragons and evil dragons eating people. These legendary dragons, how fat they are, are dragons made of humans. ”

Hearing this, Wuming nodded again.

Then, he suddenly raised his mouth and smiled lightly, "There are actually people, good people are not appropriate, what are you going to do?" It's good, it's good! ”

"I'm curious how many sins this human-turned-dragon will bear!"

Wuming didn't directly say whether he would help or not!

But the meaning of the words is very clear.

Immediately, Liu Ziang nodded at him.

Xu Ling smiled and said, "Then thank you little master!" ”

Then, Liu Ziang turned his head to Xu Ling and asked, "Are there any other light sources, we have to find the exit." ”

didn't wait for Liu Ziang's words to finish.

Xu Ling untied the tight sleeves and shook them lightly.

A flashlight, barely two fingers wide, slipped out of her sleeve.

took out the weird and weird props from the cuffs again, and Liu Ziang was no longer surprised.

At this moment, it was Wuming's turn, and he frowned slightly, his face full of strangeness.

Xu Ling ignored them, and after re-bunching his cuffs, he took out the flashlight.

A bright light appeared, like an incomparably sharp sword, splitting the darkness in two in an instant.

The glow also illuminates many areas.

Immediately, Xu Ling smiled lightly at Liu Ziang, bowed down and said, "Lord Liu, please." ”

Seeing the slightly hidden snickering expression on Xu Ling's face, Liu Ziang exhaled lightly, "I found out that you are also more flattering when you first met!" ”

"Huh?" Xu Ling snorted lightly.

Liu Ziang hurriedly snatched the flashlight in Xu Ling's hand and stepped out quickly.

Xu Ling smiled secretly, took Ling'er's hand and followed Wuming together!

At the same time, at the ground in a small mountain village.

A figure appeared like a ghost at the Dragon's Blood Ancient Banyan.

This is a monk!

An old, pale-faced monk.

The monk's robe on his body is all in tatters!

If Liu Ziang was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it.

He is the Daokong Zen Master who fought in the Golden Toad Moon Palace with the Zhushen Division a year ago and unfortunately died!

He stood beside the Dragon's Blood Ancient Banyan and looked up at the Dragon's Blood Ancient Banyan, motionless.

After a long time, he raised his hand and stabbed!

I saw that on the palm of his raised hand, the fingers were long and black.

It looks like a fingernail, and it is clearly a withered branch.

The nails, though withered, were hard and sharp.

The old monk stretched out his hand and gently stabbed it, and the withered nails pierced into the banyan tree.

Suddenly, bright red sap overflowed from the tree!

The old monk turned his backhand upward, and with a withered nail in his mouth, he poured a little sap into his mouth.

It's like drinking a peerless wine!

The old monk did not swallow the sap in one gulp, but held it in his mouth and kept reminiscing.

He even closed his eyes, as if savoring the mellow taste of the bright red sap.

After a long time, the old monk opened his eyes and muttered indifferently: "Excellent, excellent!" ”

"This smell of dragon blood is really excellent!"

He raised his hand and rubbed it lightly on the dragon blood ancient banyan!

"The destiny of the gods is compatible, and everything is really going well. In just over a month, two immortal secret realms were broken in a row, and in the end, such a miraculous place could be found. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and looked at his withered palm.

"It seems that there is only one step left before this perfect immortal secret tree."

As the words fell, the old monk looked up at the graveyard not far from the Dragon Blood Ancient Banyan!

His feet touched the ground lightly.

I saw him float gently like a catkins.

Then it was windless and automatic, drifting towards the cemetery.

The old monk floated straight to the center of the cemetery, in the middle palace position, in front of the grave bag that was dug up by Liu Ziang.

Staring at the messy tomb, the old monk shook his head and chuckled, "It's really incredible, the entrance to the dignified Songshan Sima Dongtian is actually in this kind of decayed place!" “

"But!" After sighing, the old monk looked in the other direction of the cemetery, "Liu Ziang, Liu Ziang, you are still the same as before, only going forward, not looking back." ”

"Before entering the secret place, I didn't even take care of the aftermath!"

When the words fell, the old monk raised his hand and waved lightly.

This wave of his hand turned out to be a call for wind and rain.

A gust of wind blew up and swept into the graveyard.

It was blowing sand and rocks, and the dirt was flying.

This wind comes and goes quickly.

When the wind disappeared, I saw that the tomb of the middle palace and the five new tombs that had been dug up were all restored to their original state.

All the coffins that were lifted were tightly closed.

All the graves that have been dug up have also been restored to their original state.

Even the mud around the cemetery is gone.

It's like Liu Ziang and his entourage, if they didn't do such an immoral thing as digging graves.

After glancing at the cemetery again, he made sure that there was nothing suspicious.

The old monk suddenly looked up at the mountain behind the village.

And his gaze fell firmly on the Yizhuang halfway up the mountain at this moment.

Slowly, the corners of the old monk's mouth raised.

As the corners of his mouth widened, a complex expression emerged from the old monk's face.

Seems to be laughing.

It seems a little hideous!

In this way, the old monk stepped lightly with this strange expression.

He was once again like a catkins riding the wind, floating away silently.

He floated higher and higher, and drifted farther and farther.

In the end, he actually floated straight to the halfway point of the mountain at a height of 100 meters, and landed smoothly on the platform in front of Yizhuang.

At this time, his eyes still did not leave Yizhuang.

After about a second or two, the old monk raised his foot again.

Only once, instead of drifting in the wind, he raised his feet and paced.

While walking slowly towards Yizhuang, he opened his mouth and gently pronounced the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

Just as the Buddha number fell, a figure slowly walked out from the Yizhuang.

If it's not Uncle Zhang, who else can it be?

After Uncle Zhang walked out of Yizhuang, he was slightly taken aback.

Then he asked the old monk with a strange feeling: "Master, where did you come from, and where do you want to go?" ”

The old monk shook his head and smiled coldly.

"From where you came from, where you want to go?"