It must be Tama Pure Crystal, it's talking. It's seducing me, wooing me!

The wind was moving rapidly with something, coming from all directions, gathering in front of them, in front of Pure Crystal. He sensed that there was a clear movement in the air, and slowly patches of fog appeared, and these fogs were moving, gathering towards a certain point.

But the wind didn't stir the corners of his clothes or hair, they slid deftly past him. All he could see was the gray-white mist outlines taking shape, they were splicing, and gradually, he could see that the fog was forming a boxy pattern.

A square ...... A door.

His surroundings were completely wrapped in this mist-like thing, and he couldn't see anything a few feet away, he only saw the fog, he saw the pure crystal, he saw the door. Perception told him that there was something "about him" around him, that is, the surging "power" that the national teacher said.

When the box was fully formed, there was a crackling sound inside, far away, like lightning at the end of the sky, and he clearly felt a great force in front of him, and he was not angry.

Chunjing continued to whisper in his ear: You are a witness! Witness of glory, face it bravely!

"It's coming! It's coming!" There was irrepressible excitement in the voice of the national teacher, and he stretched out his arms as if to embrace Tamajing, "This is a powerful life form, it will transform this world with me!

The old monk was in a state of hysterical madness.

There was a tremor on the ground, and the door began to shake violently, and the fog inside the door was like a Tama, exuding the power to suck people in.

"It requires mortal blood, which is almost all in common. That's why you're here. The National Teacher did not feel the slightest guilt because of the deception, "This is your glory, Lord Zhu, you can witness its arrival with your own eyes and meet its requirements, you have made your due contribution to the mortal world." ”

This sentence jolted him awake, and he instantly realized that everything he had guessed was true. He is in an extremely dangerous situation, and what is about to happen will kill him!

The apostate is mad, and I'm even more crazy to follow in his footsteps and come here. I stupidly wanted to be a legend, and what I got was death. Whatever was coming, it would tear me apart, break me into pieces, piece by piece, like dust and sand grains in this wasteland, worthless and meaningless.

It was then that he saw a white shadow, not from inside the door, but in the other direction. He didn't know if that was the direction he was coming from. The white shadow approached them, and he gradually saw that it was not a demon......

A human being, to be exact.

The man was very tall, slightly taller than his master, and wore a white cloak fastened around his left shoulder with a large silver button, and a short white wool coat that showed off his yellow skin and muscular muscles. He wore a wide silver buckle around his waist, a round buckle depicting a scimitar, and a pair of silver leather trousers and a pair of long leather boots, the tips of which were a striking red, red as his hair. His hair was blood-red, combed back from his forehead into tiny braids, tied with silver ribbons, fluttering in the wind at the back of his head and temples. He carried a sheathed knife in his hand, a scimitar.

Zhu Yan had heard countless descriptions of this hairstyle, hair color, and figure, and had heard countless various stories and rumors about this person, most of which had become legends.

This man, if he really was a man and not a demon, would have been a legend. A true legend.

"This is also my honor. The man walked in from outside the fog with a tired smile on his face, "I didn't expect that I would be able to catch up with this scene, it is really the protection of the gods, it seems that I am not so hated by them." ”

The national teacher's reaction seemed to be a little sluggish, he was immersed in the "power" that made him ecstatic, and just found that there was another person nearby, and when he saw the person coming, his face immediately changed, as if he had been slapped hard.

"Is that you?Bloody Aghazha?" the Master reached out and grabbed the staff, which was plunged deep into the dirt. The old monk stared intently at the legend of the wasteland, his eyes full of surprise. "How did you get here?"

"If you can come, I can come. The Legend of the Wasteland's voice was hoarse. Everyone said that he was a demon, and he was terrifying, but his voice sounded very comfortable to Zhu Yan. Zhu Yan felt an unprecedented lightness. "I really didn't expect that the person who opened it was actually the Great Elder of the Bailong Sect Temple. The swimming fish died in the water, the swordsman died in the sword, and the doctrine was destroyed by the preacher. It's a wonderful irony. ”

"You want to stop me?" Xun Zhou held the staff tightly, as if he was about to pull it out, but in the end he still didn't. "No, you can't stop me!"

Even the barbarians are members of the mortal realm, and when the mortal realm suffers, they suffer as well. No wonder this barbarian legend is here. Zhu Yan sighed secretly, at least at this moment, he and this legendary figure were companions in the same trench. I hope the other party will think the same way, and not use him as a second enemy here.

"It's the luck of the gods. I happened to have lived in Anonymous Village for a few days, otherwise I wouldn't have heard their call. However, it is not easy to respond to the call at any time, after all, the realm portal is not something that can be opened casually, and there is a door where I am. So I'm lucky enough to be here, Great Elder—if you're still happy to call it that, you should sigh that the gods have eyes. ”

The door shook even more violently, and the national teacher smirked, "What if you came, what can you do?" he laughed exaggeratedly, but his eyes were fixed on Aghaza, guarding against his every move.

The first person in the wasteland shook the scimitar in his hand, and in an instant, he saw that the scimitar was pulled out, this knife was dull, but when it shook, it actually changed into a mysterious color. Zhu Yan couldn't see Agasha's action of drawing the knife at all, but he could see that the material of this knife was also very peculiar, very similar to Tamojing, and even if it wasn't, it was also similar to some extremely attractive substance.

"You're not the only one who went to Doma, but I guess you didn't go to Doma. There was an obvious mockery on the corner of Bloodhair's mouth: "I don't think it's possible for you to reach the Tama Realm, most likely some guy with ulterior motives gave you this perfect pure crystal." You're just a puppet, and you don't know what you can do when you're being manipulated by others. ”

The muscles on the national teacher's face twitched, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged, like a writhing snake. "Don't pretend to know everything! Don't think I'm afraid of you! The Spirit Dragon Apostle is not my opponent, what can you do?"

Agaza laughed, "You're just a poor guy attached to Pure Crystal. Without Pure Crystal, you know best what you are and how much power you have. ”

"But now Pure Crystal is in my hands! Its power is my power, and it is for me!" the national teacher laughed maniacally, standing in front of Pure Crystal, as if protecting his treasure from being stolen by salivating pretenders, "And now that Dimaznok is coming out, it will easily kill you!"

"Dimarznok, is that the Black Dragon of the Abyssal Realm? Agaza shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that it will kill you as soon as it comes out, and your knowledge of it is too superficial." You know, it hates to be used by people who are much weaker than it, especially if you want to control it with Pure Crystals. ”

"Nothing you say will change the result, barbarian! its appearance will prove everything!" the national teacher glared at Aghaza, and the silver whiskers on his chin trembled.

Apostate. He was an apostate. At his most angry, this was an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not to be missed. Otherwise, I might die without a place to be buried! Who wouldn't want to be a living legend instead of a dead one?

Dear National Teacher, you will know that I, Zhu Yan, am not an incompetent mediocre person!

"As I said, you're nothing. Because you're simply too weak. Didn't you ever know that you were nothing in the realms?" said Agaza, brushing his hand over the top of his head, mocking.

Suddenly, the tremor of the door became smaller, and then it was still. "Haha, it's coming!" the national teacher laughed proudly, turned his head to look, suddenly took two steps back, and hissed out: "What's going on! What's going on!" The fog in the door became thinner and thinner, and seemed to be dissipating, and that crazy power disappeared in an instant.

The national teacher went to see Chunjing again, and this sight made him thunderous, and the piece of colorful flannel that he had taken down was tightly wrapped around Chunjing.

See, Master Guoshi, the legend of Chishan is not the mud on the soles of your feet, even if it is, it can defile your monk's robe.

The furious national teacher flicked his wrist and tried to remove the flannel. But there was a man who was faster than him, much faster.

The scimitar of the legend of the wasteland cut over and slashed at the staff, the staff broke in two, and the colorful flannel cloth that wrapped Chunjing fell to the ground, Zhu Yan seized the opportunity, rolled on the ground, and held Chunjing in his arms.

"It's you! I should have killed you a long time ago!" the national teacher understood what was going on, and he struck out his fist in a rage, and the fist carried a great impact and rushed towards Zhu Yan.

He is the leader of the Iron Fist Temple, the great master of the Dragon Imperial Technique, and his strength and speed are already the pinnacle of the Dragon Fist Technique. But there was still someone who was faster than him. This person was always a little faster than him, and at the same time as the national teacher's fist was struck, Zhu Yan felt that he was pulled by a huge force, which took him away from the place, and in just a heartbeat, he was pulled far away.

The national teacher slammed his fist into the place where he had been standing before, smashing out a large pit with a radius of several feet, and the dust flew and danced all over the sky. Zhu Yan watched this scene in shock, holding Chunjing in his arms, death had just passed him. This kind of powerful boxing technique is enough to shatter a hundred and ten Zhu Yan's bones.

The Legend of the Wasteland let go of his arm and said in admiration, "I admire you very much, you can actually come up with this move, I am really not sure how to deal with Pure Crystal." When I saw you bent over, I knew you wanted to get that flannel, you were such a genius. Our Great Elder was so nervous and excited that he didn't even notice it. ”

What this wasteland legend said just now turned out to be deliberately distracting the national teacher's attention and deliberately stimulating him. Otherwise, we may not be able to seize that opportunity......

"What you have just done is true glory, and perhaps it is you who saved the mortal realm. Thanks to our Great Elder, for bringing you here. Agaza laughed. This is the declaration of the victors.

The national teacher roared wildly and threw the second and third punches, and he shot at Zhu Yan with both hands, and the monk's robe swelled like a bulging sail. The two powerful punches still missed again. Agaza grabbed Zhu Yan and jumped a long distance this time, and two large craters appeared behind them.

The apostate has failed, but he is not reconciled and wants my life.

"This should be thunderous punches. Great Elder, it's amazing, you have even learned the strongest fist technique of the Dragon Breaking Technique. It's much, much more powerful than the black clan. Agata sighed softly: "When you were working hard, you still used the skills taught to you by the spirit dragon, it can be seen that you are indeed worthy of being the elder of the temple and the pious spirit dragon monk, which is worthy of praise." ”

"I'll kill you!" the national teacher yelled unyieldingly.

"There have been many deaths here for thousands of years, and it is not new to talk about death here, let alone meaningless. As a sign of my respect for the former holders of Pure Crystal, I will set you on the same path as the Black Clan. "Legend of the Wasteland raises the scimitar aloft. This scimitar may also be made of Tama Crystal, which may not be as pure and immaculate as Pure Crystal, but it is undoubtedly a rare thing.

Legend is legend, energy is obvious, and it wasn't long before another door loomed in the air. This time, Zhu Yan didn't feel any violent reaction in the air, and the door appeared naturally, as calm as if it was there in the first place.

"If it weren't for this turbulent place, this door wouldn't have opened so quickly. Of course, the passage of the Insight Realm is not difficult to establish, and it is much, much simpler than the Boundless Abyss Realm. This is the glory you deserve, Great Elder, please get on your way. The tone of the Legend of the Wasteland is unquestionable, and there is no room for refusal.

Zhu Yan did not see death at the end of the adventure, but saw a legend. An undoubted legend of a great living one.