Chapter 57: Drought Jiao
Wutu Mountain Cave.
This cave looked like it was just a small mountain pass from the outside, but when you really entered, you knew that the inside was twisting and turning, and even the white elder of the White Tiger Hall in the southern city of the Tianlan Sect almost fainted.
Elder Bai walked in the cave, it was pitch black all around, and there were sneak attacks from time to time demon beasts lurking in the shadows, but fortunately, Elder Bai was a cultivator in the Jindan Realm, and for such demon beasts, it could not hinder Elder Bai from doing things.
At this moment, countless more screams sounded, their wings kept flapping, and thousands of bat demons attacked Elder Bai.
Elder Bai snorted coldly, and the sword light suddenly flashed, illuminating the deep cave in an instant.
Then there was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of raindrops.
The bat demon, who was still invincible and arrogant, was killed by Elder Bai in an instant.
The sword light looked back and disappeared into Elder Bai's scabbard in an instant, and the white light flashed away, reflecting Elder Bai's gloomy face for a moment.
Time passed slowly, and Elder Bai's face became more and more solemn, and he no longer had the mood that his previous great revenge was about to be avenged.
He secretly said in his heart: "Strange, this cave is not in the original arrangement of the ancestor, since entering the cave, the whereabouts of that guy have disappeared, but there are many more rarely seen demon beasts, isn't it my way?" β
But no, although the family is unpredictable, and the location is different every time, the layout within it is much the same, even if Elder Bai is not in charge of this aspect, he also knows a lot, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, Elder Bai has nothing to do all the way.
However, this familiar feeling disappeared after Elder Bai saw the Wutu Mountain, which was divided into eight paths by strange cracks. As for the cave in front of him, it is like a mountain man touching an elephant, and he can't see the whole picture.
I don't know how long I walked, but I suddenly heard a melodious flute sound in front of me, echoing in the cave for a long time.
"Who is it?"
Elder Bai followed the sound of the flute forward, walked through many unnoticeable forks in the road, seventy-eight turns, suddenly opened up in front of him, what appeared in front of Elder Bai was a quiet valley, under the blue sky, the emerald green bamboo forest covered the gurgling water, covering the whole world with a faint layer of cyan, even the vengeful Elder Bai, his heart was suddenly quiet.
What is this place?
Elder Bai walked forward cautiously, walking through the bamboo forest, the sound of the flute became more and more melodious, and the sound of water became louder and louder.
Looking closer, on the high mountain ahead, a waterfall is like a flying stream, like a curtain isolating the inside and outside of the mountain.
Through the waterfall, I faintly saw a young man in white sitting behind the waterfall, holding a jade flute horizontally, and the music was melodious.
Many cultivators had already gathered here, all sitting on the sidelines.
"Strange, how does this boy in the waterfall feel familiar?"
Elder Bai used his eyesight to observe carefully.
The young man in white was still hazy and couldn't see it really, surrounded by a faint golden light, and countless mysterious lines flowed in it.
"This is?!"
Elder Bai was shocked for a while, there might be someone who didn't know what this was, but as a Elder Bai of the Jindan Realm, it was impossible not to know!
It's a pattern!
The cause of the Dao pattern is very complicated, and even Elder Bai may not know it, but the appearance of the Dao pattern only proves one thing, that is, the young man in front of him is at least at the level of the Heaven Realm!
"Could it be the Ancestor?"
Elder Bai was puzzled in his heart.
Turning his head to look at the people sitting on the ground, he looked carefully, and found that none of them were the people he was looking for, so he raised his body and said in his heart: "Although the winding paths here are secluded, and the mountains and rivers are high, I always feel very weird, so it is better to find the murderer of my son first." β
With this in mind, Elder Bai turned his head and left, entering the cave again......
Gentu Mountain.
The huge monster was still sleeping soundly on the top of the mountain, its huge body lying on the cascading mountains, its head resting on the top of the mountain, just ordinary breathing, it caused the cold wind on the mountain.
A ripple rippled in the air, and three figures were faintly revealedβit was Wang Yao and the others.
At this moment, Wang Yao and the three of them were crowded in their night clothes.
Standing here, Wang Yao could clearly see the appearance of this monster.
"This is a dragon?!"
Wang Yao exclaimed.
Lu Bo snorted coldly: "What a dragon! This is a dry moth, no wonder it is so big. β
Wang Yao was stunned: "Sweaty feet? β
Xu Yiran squeezed behind Wang Yao and said, "It's a dry Jiao, which means Jiao on the land." Jiao is the descendant of the dragon, ordinary Jiao all move in the water, organic deep edge, can turn into a dragon, swim in the sky, and the dry Jiao is to the land for the sea, in the ground action. β
"Go to the back!" Lu Bo strongly intertwined between the two, staring at Xu Yiran angrily, revealing an irrefutable expression.
Xu Yiran stuck out his tongue and hid to the end.
"Although Jiao is similar to a dragon, its tail is bare, similar to that of a snake, with only a pair of claws, and only one horn on its head, and its eyes are retracted into the skull, which are all characteristics of Jiao."
Wang Yao suddenly realized: "So that's the case, no wonder Wutu Mountain was divided into eight parts by the crack, maybe this guy did it." β
Lu Bo nodded, deeply convinced.
Wang Yao took a deep breath: "But no matter what, this guy has always occupied Gentu Mountain, if we can lure it away, the talisman of Gentu Mountain will be ours!" β
As if recalling some bad memories, Lu Bo's face twitched: "Wang Yao, are you sure it's okay like this?" β
Wang Yaotou didn't reply: "Whether it's okay or not, you have to try it to know." β
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The drought Jiao snored like thunder and slept soundly.
Nowhere was there, a divine sword appeared out of thin air, the sword was circulating, and the cold air was pressing.
The sword seemed to be conscious, and it circled all the way, lingering at the eyelids of the dry Jiao.
According to Wang Yao's observation, this should be the weakest point of the Drought Jiao's defense, Wang Yao held his breath and concentrated, and the Seven Star Divine Sword suddenly shone brightly, turning into a meteor and stabbing towards the Drought Jiao's eyelids.
Bite!
Hearing only a crisp sound, the Seven-Star Divine Sword failed to cause any damage to the Dry Jiao at all.
Probably feeling a little itchy, Dry Jiao shook his eyelids, only to hear a boom, and the Seven Star Divine Sword was bounced like a cannonball to one of the eight small hills of Wutu, cutting the mountain into a smooth mirror.
There were bursts of cursing faintly, and it seemed that there were many innocent cultivators lying down at that moment.
Wang Yao and the others were stunned on the spot, just moving their eyelids, they had such a strong force?
Wang Yao turned around: "Uncle Lu, tell the truth, I can hold it, are you sure this guy is the realm?" β
Uncle Lu hurriedly said: "I just said casually before, if Jiao can enter the Heavenly Realm, it should be a dragon, but it is not ruled out that there are special circumstances......
Wang Yao sighed.
"I didn't expect my eyelids to be so hard, this time I poked your nostrils to see that you weren't awake!"
Wang Yao originally wanted to choose the nostrils at the beginning, but he thought that he would have to clean up the filth later, so he chose the eyelids, and now it seems that the nostrils must be used.
Wang Yao was ruthless, and the Seven-Star Divine Sword stumbled and took off again, coming to the nostrils of the dry Jiao.