When Wang Ziqiang heard this, his expression suddenly moved, a trace of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately nodded: "There is a mercenary tower 30,000 miles away, if the seniors don't give up, the juniors are willing to lead the way for the seniors!"

From the moment he knew that the wolf had just arrived in the Western Frontier, Wang Ziqiang began to turn his mind in his heart.

The strong people in the land of Western Xinjiang are respected, and the strength of their just married Dan is nothing at all, and it is extremely dangerous to mix in Western Xinjiang, and today's dangerous situation does not know when it will fall on the head again.

And there is a powerful Yuanying powerhouse in front of him, and he uses the dragon as his mount, which is bound to be extraordinary, and he is still out of the western frontier, and he must need a guide.

If he can follow, it will definitely be of great benefit, so when he heard the wolf ask, Wang Ziqiang immediately replied, euphemistically expressing his willingness to follow.

Sky Wolf's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly understood Wang Ziqiang's intentions, but when he first came to Western Xinjiang, he really needed a guide, and the strength of the prince in the early stage of the Dan was not strong, and it was not weak to say that it was weak, just right.

Thinking like this, the sky wolf nodded faintly, raised his left hand, and directly photographed the prince on the dragon's back.

The prince stood on the dragon's back, and the little dragon suddenly turned around in dissatisfaction and roared low at the prince.

The rumbling sound wave came, blowing Wang Ziqiang's clothes tightly against his body, Wang Ziqiang's face turned pale in an instant, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The wolf frowned slightly, stopped Xiaolong, took out a pill and handed it over, and said lightly: "Eat it, you can stabilize the wound on your back." ”

"Thank you, senior. Wang Ziqiang's face was slightly less shocked, and he suddenly showed a hint of joy, thanked him respectfully, took the pill from the hand of the wolf, and swallowed it without hesitation, and suddenly felt a breath of fresh air rise, and the injury on his back was immediately relieved.

Feeling the comfortable feeling coming from his back, Wang Ziqiang's heart suddenly rejoiced, and at this moment, a cold voice came into his ears: "Show the way." ”

Wang Ziqiang suddenly came back to his senses, pointed to the southwest, and said, "It's in the southwest direction, 30,000 miles away, you can receive mercenary tasks." ”

With Wang Ziqiang guiding the way, the little dragon suddenly shook its wings and took off rapidly.

The prince stood on the hard back of the dragon, feeling the speed that was several times faster than his full speed, and his heart suddenly became excited, as if he was delusional: he actually rode a dragon!

It's just that this excitement was quickly forcibly suppressed by the prince, and he tilted his head slightly, and found that the wolf was looking at him, and immediately lowered his gaze, not daring to face it.

Heavenly Wolf's eyes flashed slightly, he looked at the mountains of the Nether Realm from afar, and asked slowly, "What is the overall strength of the Western Frontier Cultivation Realm, and what is the number of strong people?"

Wang Ziqiang pondered for a while, and then said: "In the land of Western Xinjiang, all kinds of monks are rampant, and their strength calculation methods are also different, but all kinds of monks have a tacit understanding, and the strength of all monks is divided into seven levels according to the strength of the cultivators.

From the first order to the seventh order, they correspond to the seven realms of the cultivator's condensation, foundation building, knotting, yuanying, godification, feathering, and flying immortals.

Basically, a fourth-order cultivator with the strength of Yuan Ying is the top combat power in Western Xinjiang.

As for the fifth-order cultivation, in the Western Frontier, even if he is a top master, in the Western Frontier, having one or two fifth-order cultivators is enough to rank among the super shili. ”

"Two fifth-order powerhouses, can they be regarded as super shili?" Hearing this, the Heavenly Wolf suddenly stared, but was slightly stunned.

You must know that although the transformation of the gods is strong, it is not rare in other territories, if a sect can have one or two strong people, it can be ranked as a first-class shili, but it is far from being a super shili.

If you want to become a super shili, you must have at least five or more powerhouses of the gods, or masters of a higher realm.

Originally, I thought that the atmosphere of the land of Western Xinjiang was fierce, all kinds of monks competed with each other, and the monks' cultivation would be relatively high, but I didn't expect that it was inferior to other domains.

Seeing the expression on the face of the Heavenly Wolf, Wang Ziqiang immediately understood what the Heavenly Wolf was thinking, laughed, and explained: "Senior, do you think that the overall strength of Western Xinjiang is inferior to the other domains because of this sentence. If that's the case, you're wrong. ”

Hearing this, Sky Wolf's eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked at it intently: "How do you say this?"

Wang Ziqiang turned his head and looked down, looking at the vast land of Western Xinjiang, sighed with emotion, his eyes flashed strangely, he took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Because the monks of Western Xinjiang are the descendants of the gods!"

"In the long years, the gods from outside the region descended on the Tian Yuan Continent and left behind the Dao system. These Taoist systems gathered in the western Xinjiang to form such a prosperous situation in which Vientiane competed for glory.

However, although the foreign gods have left behind the Dao system, they are not perfect, and the cultivation systems such as magic, fighting qi, and martial arts, although they are equally powerful, are not like cultivation after all, they are so prevalent on the continent, and they have already formed a perfect system.

These cultivation methods came from the starry sky, and they had no foundation in the Tian Yuan Continent, and even many of the inheritances themselves were incomplete, and the power of the bloodlines flowing in the bodies of those divine alien races had also gradually thinned out and diminished in the thousands of years of circulation.

It is precisely for this reason that although all kinds of monks in Western Xinjiang are competing to develop, it is difficult for one to truly flourish like a cultivator. ”

As he spoke, Wang Ziqiang's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "However, we must not think that the Western Frontier is weak because of this reason!"

There has never been a shortage of geniuses in the Western Frontier, and the reason why there are very few monks above the gods is because those geniuses died early in the battles between each other!

In other territories, if a genius appears in a sect, the sect will always hide it for him to cultivate, until he has enough strength, he will be allowed to go out to practice, and during the experience, he will try his best to ensure his safety.

The strong man created in this way is tantamount to a captive tiger, even if he has divine power, he doesn't know how to use it at all, and he has no edge!

The land of Western Xinjiang is completely different, where glory is admired and the atmosphere is rough!

In order to defend the glory of their own clan, all kinds of monks compete with each other, and those geniuses of various clans know each other as their own whetstones, and life-and-death battles occur from time to time.

Many geniuses have already disappeared before they have grown up. In Western Xinjiang, if you point out a mountain range, you can once spill the blood of genius.

There are also many strong people, all of whom have competed all the way to the top since childhood, competing with each other!

Those who can achieve the fifth-order realm in the western frontier are all the strongest among the strong, and the emperor in the fifth-order is like a tiger in the mountains, roaring in the mountains and forests!"

Hearing this, Sky Wolf's eyes flashed, and he thought it was true.

He was born in the Rakshasa Sect, and he has been fighting since he was a child, and he has rich combat experience, and he has developed a strong sense of fighting.

It was this kind of experience that made it easy for the Heavenly Wolf to deal with the monks of the same level, and even sometimes, he could go against the higher-ranking monks.

Therefore, the Heavenly Wolf deeply understood the importance of fighting with other monks in cultivation to the growth of his own strength. It's like a person has 10 percent combat power, an ordinary monk can exert 80 percent at most, and a well-trained monk can exert 12 percent combat power.

I am among the latter, so in the face of monks of the same rank, I have always suppressed it with one force!

Now it seems that this situation is about to change in the land of Western Xinjiang. Because those who gallop on the land of Western Xinjiang are all powerful monks who have gone through iron battles like themselves!

And when the wolf was groaning in his heart, Wang Ziqiang's eyes lit up with a strange light, and there was a faint awe in his tone:

"But even so, after all, the supreme combat power of Western Xinjiang is not sufficient in number, and it is still inferior to several other domains, and the most powerful thing about Western Xinjiang is the inheritance left by the gods!"

"The ethnic groups of Western Xinjiang have inherited the ancient gods and Taoism, and many races and many mountain gates have left holy relics inherited from the gods, and those holy relics are the real heritage of Western Xinjiang.

At that time, only the fourth-order cultivation of the Furious War Patriarch put on a broken blood-light battle armor, and he was mad, and he actually crossed two ranks, tearing apart the Feathered Strongman, and he was bloody and crazy!

And the Berserk clan is just an ordinary clan among the hundred tribes in Western Xinjiang. Every race here is very hidden, and until the moment of life and death, you will never be able to see how strong the combat power is in their hands.

Those divine objects inherited from the gods are the real deterrent of the land of Western Xinjiang, no one knows how deep the water of Western Xinjiang is, for thousands of years, even the giants of Zhongzhou have not dared to touch the land of Western Xinjiang at all!"

As a monk in the Western Xinjiang, Wang Ziqiang couldn't help but speak in an impassioned tone when he talked about the Western Xinjiang, and he was proud in his chest.

But when he finished speaking, when he looked at the Sky Wolf, he found that the Sky Wolf's face was solemn at this time, his pupils contracted, and he looked at the ground tightly, and the little dragon also stopped at some point and hung in the air.

Seeing the wolf's expression, Wang Ziqiang suddenly showed a suspicious look, and looked down at the wolf's gaze, when he saw the end of the wolf's sight, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils, his face turned pale in an instant, and a deep chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he took a few steps back with horror.

I saw that not far ahead, there was a giant peak, and at the top of the giant peak, the rhizome of a giant tree was strong, and it was deeply rooted in the giant peak.

It's just that all the branches and leaves of this giant tree have been shaved off, leaving only the thick branches, pointing obliquely to the sky!

And at this time, on top of this giant tree, there are cold corpses hanging all over it!

The winged man stretched his wings and was pierced by huge stone nails, nailing them to the top of the tree.

There were monks in military uniforms, pierced by branches and hung dead on the branches.

......

Winged people, mages, fighters, warriors, cultivators, and even some strange races that the wolf can't recognize at all, hundreds of corpses are densely packed, pierced by sharp blades, and hung all over the towering giant tree.

Each corpse was grim-looking, with a frightened and hideous face, and bright red blood rushed out, dyeing the entire giant tree bright red.

Hundreds of corpses hang on the giant tree in the sky!

In front of the giant tree, there was a ten-foot tall reckless giant, with strong muscles and a bare upper body, just facing the direction of the wolf, kneeling in front of the giant tree.

The two stout arms, entwined by two great vines, hung diagonally like wicked sinners, and pulled the whole body so that it would not fall, and the drooping face was full of hideousness.

Blood flowed on the giant's chest, and shocking wounds crisscrossed and combined with each other to form a vigorous and powerful martial character, and a wild air rushed to the face, shocking people's hearts!

At this time, in the surrounding sky or on the top of the nearby mountains, there were also some monks looking at this shocking picture, all of them were shocked!

Staring closely at the picture in front of him, constructing a tragic picture with corpses and blood, even the heavenly wolf was deeply shocked, his face was extremely solemn, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What's going on? Who is doing that?"

"Wu ...... Martial War Soul ......" The prince looked at the shocking picture in a daze, his face was pale and bloodless, and he trembled with fear from his heart, and trembled and spit out a person's name.