The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was possible, even almost willing!

The First Army in the Northeast is Zhang Zuolin's main force, and even oxygen must be brought here, except for slaying dragons, it can't be that they are here to mine, right?

The old harrier didn't stay long, and went straight inside, and I followed, followed by the tall man.

The pit is all dug out by hand, straight to the inside, the innermost is a very large deep pit, the pit is full of dark red, very thick things, a bit like rotten black mud.

The most terrifying thing is that there is a black bug in and out, like maggots, extremely disgusting. What's even more frightening is that there are broken bones in the mud that rise and fall with the movements of the insects, and even occasionally turn out a skull, watching my scalp explode.

In short, full of a smell of death and decay.

Then I looked elsewhere, only to find that there was nothing but this disgusting "mud pool".

I couldn't help it, took the Night Pearl, and asked, "Is this the Dragon Slaying Land?" ”

The tall man was stunned, looked at me in some surprise, nodded slowly, and did not speak.

The air here is not suitable for breathing, and it needs to be ventilated as soon as you open your mouth.

"How could there be such a quagmire in the Dragon Slaying Land?" I pressed on.

"Those aren't mud, they're corpse oil, see those bugs?" At this time, the old harrier spoke, but did not speak, and used the legendary ventriloquism.

This trick has also been used by Gua Ge, but I didn't expect the harrier to do it too.

I nodded and said, I knew, I felt a little stuffy, and put the night pearl on my front teeth and bit it.

The old harrier said: "Inside the corpse oil, there is a kind of corpse insect from the Western Regions, one of the most filthy things in the world, that is, these corpse insects, which polluted the dragon veins of Changbai Mountain, which was originally drooping and old, greatly accelerated its decline and extinction. ”

"Is that so?"

I was taken aback, I originally thought that Zhang Zuolin should send a large army to recruit people to cut off the dragon vein in the weakest position of the dragon vein in Changbai Mountain, just like Qin Shi Huang dug up the dragon vein of Jinling.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Zuolin used a different method.

Filthy Dragon's Vein!

It's the equivalent of poisoning!

The dragon vein is born in response to the luck of heaven and earth and the topography of mountains and rivers, representing the righteousness and majesty of heaven and earth, which is incomparably pure, and corresponds to the filth and yin evil, which are the same as water and fire.

When the dragon vein is dying, if enough filth is poured into the vital places, it is really possible to pollute the dragon vein and hasten its death.

It's like pouring a bowl of water into a fire, if it's a raging fire, a bowl of water will definitely not be extinguished, and it will even evaporate without a trace, but if only sparks are left in the fire, that bowl of water may be enough.

This is a dialectical relationship between positive and negative, and one is better than the other.

Having said that, this method is much more convenient than Qin Shi Huang spending countless manpower to chisel through the dragon vein, and the only requirement is that the dragon vein must be found, and then a capable person is needed.

Finding the dragon in the leyline is not something that ordinary people can do, it is extremely rare, and it is even impossible to predict at all, if it is not possible that someone among the people who guard the dragon vein has defected, this possibility will be relatively large.

I unconsciously looked at the old harrier and the tall man, and said in my heart When Zhang Zuolin slayed the dragon, was there this group of disciples who came out of the horse to help? Whether it is active or forced, this may not be eliminated.

The old harrier seemed to read something from my eyes, and immediately frowned, and said in a ventriloquish voice: "These corpse insects are fed with corpse oil, they are very durable, and there is a strong corpse poison, as long as the living person is stained with a little bit, they will immediately die of poison, it is difficult to deal with." ”

I frowned, took out the Night Pearl, and asked, "Then what are we doing here?" ”

The old harrier suddenly stared at me with burning eyes, and said slowly: "The corpse insects in the Western Regions are the most yin and filthy, and they are most afraid of the things that are the most yang." ”

"Are you...... Want my blood?! ”

My heart jumped, and in an instant, the cause and effect relationship was straightened out.

The Night Wanderer God asked me to come here to send blood to the old harrier, but I don't know, why did it do this?

One is the dragon vein, and the other is the wanted of the underworld, and there doesn't seem to be a line between the two.

And how does it know that I have someone in me?

Could it be that when it was in Hongcun, it also set its sights on Hongcun?

"Yes, your blood works wonders." The old harrier stared at me with burning eyes and said.

I was suddenly a little panicked, and I couldn't help but take a step back, how much blood is enough for such a large corpse oil puddle? Are you going to let me go?

I have no doubt that the harrier would do it if he needed to!

But after thinking about it, the life of the Night Wanderer God is still in the hands of the fat man, and it should not let me be sent to death, otherwise it will be scattered after I die.

There is another question, since the dragon vein has reached the end of its life, what do you want my blood for?

Let's not talk about whether my blood can kill these corpse insects from the Western Regions, even if I can, what's the use? The dragon veins that can't die can be resurrected, right?

The old harrier seemed to see my doubts, and said, "The dragon vein of Changbai Mountain is indeed dead, but there is a companion dragon vein next to it. ”

"Companion dragon veins?" I was stunned.

The dragon veins of the eastern land realm, the ancestors can all trace the ancestral dragon veins of Kunlun Mountain, and the mountains and rivers in various places have given birth to branch dragon veins, which compete with each other, and in the end there can only be one dragon vein to win the championship, forming a dragon vein that can really affect the luck of the world.

The rest of the dragon veins that fail to become the main dragon vein are called companion dragon veins, and they are the losers of the competition.

The companion dragon vein can be completely in the same mountain range as the main dragon vein.

The old harrier continued: "The associated dragon vein here is gradually formed when the main dragon vein is about to expire, Zhang Zuolin cut off the main dragon vein, on the one hand, in order to cut off the foundation of the Manchurians, on the other hand, he also wants to worship the associated dragon vein for luck, coveting the position of the co-lord of the world. ”

The old harrier revealed another secret.

I was shocked to hear it, these cattle people in the troubled times are really not afraid of heaven and earth, they are full of courage, and they are already fearless.

"What does the associated dragon vein have to do with this corpse puddle?" I hurriedly asked.

The old harrier replied: "These corpse insects not only pinch the vital point of the main dragon vein, but also choke the vital point of the entire mountain range, the associated dragon vein can't grow at all, plus some other problems, it is very good to continue to survive." ”

I nodded slowly, and then asked the most crucial question: "Do you want to protect this dragon vein?" ”

"Yes."

"Why?"

The old harrier was silent for a while, and said, "These things are not something you should know, you just need to sprinkle the yang blood like a corpse puddle and you're done, and then I'll let you go." ”

At the end of the sentence he narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashing, and it was clear that he had no intention of giving me room to refuse.

I secretly thought that I was really calculated.

Helpless, I had to slash my fingernails, cut my wrists, let the yang blood fall into the corpse oil pit drop by drop, and then use Qi Neng to prop up the wound.

The corpse insect was contaminated with blood, and suddenly tumbled violently, struggling, and the whole piece seemed to be boiling, and wisps of black mist began to steam up, which was extremely fishy.

As soon as the blood droplets fell into it, they didn't hit the corpse insects next to them, but they were like an electric shock, turning over a large piece, and with the transfer of blood droplets, the range was gradually expanding.

About two minutes later, the entire corpse oil pool was boiling, and the corpse insects rolled up and down violently, twisting and struggling wildly, and the number was terrifying, and between the rolling, I don't know how many white bones that sank at the bottom were rolled up, shocking.

I was horrified to see it, such a large corpse oil pit, every tens of thousands of corpses could not be gathered at all.

Corpse oil, in fact, is a kind of corpse oil, which is the oil and water that only flows out of the decay of the corpse, and there is not much that can be collected by a corpse.

Such a large pool of corpse oil is terrifying just thinking about it.

Zhang Zuolin is really generous, and I don't know whether these are made from dead corpses, or after killing living people, if it is the latter, it will be too terrifying.

It's just another demon king!

However, I remembered another thing, the bearded man once said that although Zhang Zuolin agreed to kill the dragon, there seems to be a driving force behind the scenes, and the Zhang family and the pusher seem to use each other.

I don't know what the purpose of that pusher is, but he went to the dragon vein that is still alive.

Even the electric volcano, I thought of the words of the night wandering god again: The ancestral dragon is in trouble, and the young dragon is not guaranteed?

Could it be that there is something wrong with the ancestral dragon of Kunlun Mountain?

Of course, this is only a literal meaning, and the specific reference is not clear.

My blood is dripping......

One minute!

Five minutes!

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Ten minutes!

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Twenty minutes!

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Thirty minutes!

The blood kept falling in, and after a long time, the harrier didn't say anything to stop me. I was bleeding and nauseated, and my body was gradually unwell, sweating on my head and chills on my body.

I know, it's just a sign of excessive blood loss.

But fortunately, the corpse oil pit has gradually quieted down, and those corpse insects are gradually weakened, and they should be dead. Throwing their own yang blood on the powerful ghosts is enough to erode them, and it is much easier to deal with these tiny insects.

After a while, the corpse oil pool finally calmed down completely, and the corpse worms sank to the bottom silently, without any movement, a pool of stagnant water.

"That's it!" Seeing this, the old harrier said.

As soon as I loosened the Qi Neng that had opened the wound, the blood suddenly stopped, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and my head was dizzy.

"Okay, we can go out, can we hold it?" The old harrier asked, his voice softening a little.

I nodded to indicate that it was okay, shook my head and came to my senses a little, and asked, "Are these Western Regions Gu worms completely destroyed?" ”

The old harrier pondered for a moment, "No, it's just relieved, these Gu worms are very stubborn, they can be killed alive, and the eggs below can't be dealt with." ”

With that, he turned and walked outside, like a tall man, and I was left behind, and I also turned to follow.

But the moment I turned around, I suddenly heard a soft sound in the pool of corpse oil behind me, and it felt like something jumped out of it, and then I was gently patted on the back.

I was so excited that I immediately turned around like an electric shock, but I ...... Nothing was found.

The corpse oil pool is still the same stagnant water as before, and there is not even a little ripple.

"Hallucinations?" I was puzzled for a while, and I backhanded the clothes that were "photographed" on the back, and there was nothing on it.

Thinking about it, lost too much blood?

"What's wrong?" At this time, both the old harrier and the tall man noticed my abnormality and turned to me and asked me.

I shook my head, "It's nothing, a little bit of blood loss, a little bit of weakness." ”

The old harrier and the tall man looked at each other strangely, and continued to turn and walk out. I hurriedly followed, and glanced back at the corpse oil pool, always feeling that something was wrong, but I couldn't say what was wrong.

Because the feeling and hearing just now are so real!

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