The essence of the wooden dragon is there, if he can enter the Immortal Sect, it will definitely become a great help for him in the future.

Because of his help, it was only a matter of time before Wood Dragon's strength returned to its peak.

Or that there is no need to wait for the future, just the current wooden dragon can also do a lot for the Immortal Sect.

The strength of the Forbidden Middle Realm is enough to go sideways in the Red Domain.

At the same time, the Immortal Sect did not have much combat power in the Forbidden Middle Realm.

However, the wooden dragon did not respond.

It just spat out the dragon's breath heavily, as if thoughtful.

Wen Ping was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for Mulong's response.

It's useless to be anxious at this time.

However, in order to speed up the wooden dragon's thinking, Wen Ping still took out his wand and cast the undead summoning technique.

"Listen to My Call......"

Death immediately swept in all directions.

The holy dragon qi between heaven and earth was immediately squeezed aside, separated from the dead qi, as if it had separated the Chu River and Han realms.

A massive bone dragon has crossed over!

The wooden dragon is holy, and the bone dragon is evil.

When the two appeared in the same place at the same time, the wooden dragon immediately stepped back and looked vigilantly at the bone dragon whose aura was no weaker than its own.

"Don't be nervous. ”

In fact, Wen Pingcai didn't care if Mulong would be nervous.

What he wants is to be powerful enough to make the wooden dragon bow down, otherwise what is the difference between him and the wooden dragon in the future?

I just hope that the wooden dragon is not very proud.

Because he was really reluctant to kill the wooden dragon.

In the middle of the sound, the wooden dragon finally responded, but it was to the bone dragon.

"Evil to the extreme!"

Wen Ping didn't pay attention to the wooden dragon.

After the wooden dragon saw the bone dragon, there was a wave, then his purpose of summoning the bone dragon was achieved.

Wen Ping immediately repeated his question just now, "I won't stay in this unbounded for long, so you'd better think about it quickly." Do you wait for time to deprive you of your last stubbornness and then become a fish, or do you follow me and try to get back to the top? ”

"Human, I don't believe you!"

"But I believe you. ”

Wen Ping is like this, and he doesn't suspect that he uses people.

The wooden dragon was silent again.

It didn't seem to expect Wen Ping to answer like that.

I don't know how many years have passed, what trust tastes like, it has been completely forgotten.

In his opinion, people are cunning, and demons are cunning.

It seems that trust should not be mentioned on this road of chasing power.

It's something it once believed in, but found it to be non-existent.

The wooden dragon responded, "Human, you are very ...... Naive. People like you can't go far on this road of chasing power. ”

"This is not cultivating immortals, everyone's ruthlessness. ”

Wen Ping smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing...... Well, I'll give you a few days, think about it, and answer me when I come out of the dark hall. ”

Wen Ping took the bone dragon back and immediately decided to go to the Black Temple to have a look.

"By the way, you're not the only demon from the last era I've seen, I already have two, if you go back with me, you should have a conversation. ”

Whether there is a chat or not, Wen Ping doesn't know.

But the big and small ones must have one more object to toss.

The dragon under the dormitory area no longer bears everything silently.

With that, Wen Ping immediately entered the Black Temple, leaving the wooden dragon alone above the blue sky to look thoughtfully in the direction of Wen Ping's departure.

However, he suddenly realized.

It also has a duty - to protect the Black Temple!

The Black Hall is the place where the Red Leaf Gate is inherited, and he promised the ancestors of the Red Leaf Gate that he would not let the Black Hall be touched by people outside the Red Leaf Gate.

But when he looked at the Black Hall again, Wen Ping's figure was completely gone.

"Let's just not see it. ”

After so many years, Mu Long felt that it was time to think about his own problems.

From the means of releasing the bone dragon in front of him, it can also be seen that the demon of his own strength no longer has a dominant position.

It is impossible to suppress all the young people as they did thousands of years ago.

As time goes by, its strength will only get lower and lower, and in the end, it is very likely to become the fish of the Terran powerhouse.

At the same time, the demon clan will keep an eye on it.

Its flesh and bones are a great supplement for the demon clan.

And if he doesn't say yes, will that person let himself go?

Also, can it deal with that skull-dragon?

The extreme evil aura made it feel palpitations.

......

In the Black Temple.

Wenping entered the Black Temple, passed through a passage lined with towering stone pillars on both sides, and came to a halt in a huge square.

Looking down from the height, the Black Temple has an unobstructed view.

There are no secret rooms, no second floors.

It seems to exist only to shelter the central square.

Wen Ping noticed that in the central square, on the floor tiles covered with complex dragon wall inscriptions, there were hundreds of Red Leaf Sect disciples sitting cross-legged.

It's a bit surprising to look at a random person.

The appearance of being in his 30s, the middle of the town.

Genius!

If a cultivator can go all the way, this person will definitely be able to achieve the unforbidden before he is 100 years old.

The most interesting thing is that everyone in the square is about thirty, and their strength is also up and down in the Zhenyue realm.

However, it did not exceed the existence of the middle realm of Zhenyue. Everybody reads

But even so, it's surprising enough.

"That's the benefits. With a huge population base, these hegemon-level forces have almost enveloped the world's elites. ”

Immediately after, Wen Ping noticed the presence around the square. A blue stone wall towers all around, enclosing the square.

On these cyan stone walls, there are still dragon wall inscriptions.

Wen Ping also noticed that the dragon wall inscription on the cyan stone wall and the dragon wall inscription on the floor tiles of the square echoed each other, forming a strange and complex energy field. Wen Ping estimated that this was the same as the Heavenly Rank Rim of the Red Leaf Gate to test talents, and it was made by the same person.

At least four Vortex Divine Craftsmen!

Whether it would be the Five Vortex or not, Wen Ping didn't dare to guess, after all, the Five Vortex Divine Craftsman didn't seem to exist in the Red Domain at all.

When Wen Ping tentatively stepped in, a surge of energy rushed into his mind.

The original world is gone.

Wen Ping was in a starry sky.

Immediately after that, there were cyan stone walls around them, but this time the cyan stone walls were left with veins.

Same genre pulse after another!

Twenty-three walls, all of them!

"It's another great asset. ”

Wen Ping looked at these school pulse techniques, and his heart was really happy.

Of course, he didn't need it.

Most people in the Immortal Sect don't need it either.

Because the Immortal Sect has a better one.

However, it does not prevent Wen Ping from writing it down and then bringing it back.

If the disciples of the Immortal Sect don't want to practice, they can also practice for the handymen who plant trees and sweep the floor.

The miscellaneous servants of the Immortal Sect can't do nothing, and then they have the strength of the Zhenyue Realm.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the 23 genre pulse techniques were all in Wen Ping's memory, and he couldn't erase them even if he wanted to.

The creator of this black temple estimated that he would die again under Jiuquan, and he didn't expect that someone would write down all 23 genre pulse techniques at the same time, and his brain didn't explode. Because there is no prohibition in the ordinary, if you dare to try to memorize the second genre pulse technique, your brain will explode.

After writing down all 23 genres of pulse techniques, Wen Ping withdrew from the square, and everything in front of him returned to reality.

The next moment, the sword rises!

The flying sword was vertical and horizontal, and the cyan stone wall on the right side was destroyed.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The people in the square also woke up at this one, and then looked around in astonishment and unfinished thinking.

They were dumbfounded when they saw a messy land of inheritance.

"What's going on?"

"How did the Land of Inheritance be destroyed?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, very dazed.

Then I heard Wen Ping's voice faintly, "A group of geniuses, this sect master is really reluctant to kill you." ”

It's a bit of a pity to extinguish your mouth.

All are geniuses under forty.

No matter which force is lost, it will inevitably be the top one.

A hot-tempered Red Leaf Sect disciple immediately said angrily, "Who are you, you dare to trespass on the land of the Boundless Inheritance!"

In the next second, the flying sword swept by.

A sword seals the throat!

The man clutched his throat, took two steps back in horror, and then looked at his friends next to him, trying to call for their help.

He could never have imagined that he would die in the Land of Inheritance.

A few days ago, he was still enjoying the envy and jealousy of the disciples of the Red Leaf Sect.

A few days ago, he was still fantasizing about his soaring strength after leaving the Land of Inheritance.

Just yesterday, he was still complacent about the small success of the genre pulse technique.

Thump!

Eventually, he collapsed in a pool of blood and was never heard again.

Many Red Leaf Sect disciples were immediately frightened and took a few steps back, looking at Wen Ping who had risen from the sword with a look of horror.

Wen Ping asked coldly: "Give you two choices, one dies, and the other follows me." ”

"I'll pick two!"

"I'll pick two too!"

If there is a first, there will be a second and a third.

In less than ten breaths, all the more than 50 people present chose the second option.

So what exactly is the second option?

Of course, it's back to immortal planting trees.

It's a pity to kill.

The only way to plant a tree is to plant it!

Wen Ping also hasn't accepted people for work for a while.

Today is just the right time to collect a group of future strong people who sweep the ground and plant trees.

After everyone followed Wen Ping out of the Black Temple, Wen Ping issued ten empty Tibetan rings for each person, and then distributed the task of collecting heavenly and earthly treasures.

"Ten Tibetan rings, fill them all for me, and don't want low-quality heavenly treasures. If I find out when I leave that someone has included low-quality natural treasures and filled them indiscriminately, his fate will be worse than that person just now. ”

After assigning the task, I looked around again, and the figure of the wooden dragon was gone.

However, Wen Ping didn't care, because his spiritual power found the wooden dragon lying in a daze by the winding river twenty or thirty miles away.

It's contemplative!

Wen Ping immediately took off the flying boat and began to monitor these Red Leaf Gate Tianjiao to collect heavenly treasures.

Occasionally, when he met someone who wanted to escape from the trick, Wen Ping directly sealed his throat with a sword, and then loudly told everyone about his death.

At first, there were one or two who wanted to run away by luck, but after finding that it was not realistic at all, they could only choose to silently collect the treasures of heaven and earth.

After all, it's important to be alive!

As time passed, everyone sighed in despair while collecting the treasures of heaven and earth.

Why didn't the elders of the Red Leaf Gate come in and save them?

It's been two days.

(What's that?) I'm thick-skinned, can I ask for a ticket?)