Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded through the forest, causing all the smoke and dust to dissipate.

A cyan dragon appeared in the sky, tumbling and winding and flying in the air. The cyan dragon scales shone brightly, and the entire dragon body erupted with powerful divine power. The moment of flying in the air, it really makes people have to look up.

"This ......, it's really an old ......" When Jian Xiu saw a green dragon, the powerful battle intent in his heart began to erupt, and he wanted to go up and fight a big battle. But at the same time, I regretted it a little, after all, so many people were in danger, especially Boss Wang Mo was still in the center of danger.

"No......" The female summoner directly denied the opinion of the sword cultivator, these demon beasts are her specialty, "This is not a five-clawed golden dragon, but a three-clawed python, even the level of the dragon is not enough, barely enough to reach the eighth level, you see that its dragon tail is too thin, and the dragon horns have just appeared."

According to the female summoner, everyone looks at these points of the green dragon, and it is really just a python that is about to turn into a dragon. The distinction between them is still very clear, it can only be a little similar, but it is scary enough.

"Let's ...... this" Jian Xiu was now in a high battle, and shouted directly to Wang Mo, "Boss, step down, this big guy will be handed over to us, this is the trouble of the five of us."

Wang Mo flew over the forest, looking down at the powerful python. But there was no fear in my heart, just a little disbelief and regret. After hearing the scholar Jian Xiu's shout, he immediately replied, "It's my fault, Qi Chu must have paid attention to this hill, and I didn't find the existence of this python at that time, so I'll deal with it!"

"Beast ......" Wang Mo's whole body was wrapped in sword intent, and the whole person pressed down on the top of the python's head. There are no flashy moves, and there are no scary spells.

"Whoa......" A cry resembling a dragon's groan, containing anger, unwillingness, and fear. The faucet quickly and depressed, and the whole body is compressed like a spring. Even though the python had a powerful eighth-layer cultivation, it was still powerless to resist Wang Mo.

At this point, everyone has a general understanding of Wang Mo's strength.

"Whew......" The python let out a mournful cry, as if begging for mercy, and lowered its demeanor, waiting for the king to spare it or kill it.

"It's not easy for you to cultivate, but my summoned beasts are only missing level nine and ten, you ......" Wang Mo looked at the python that was constantly screaming under his feet, he really had no solution, he hated to kill it first and then transform into a necromantic python, so he wanted to release this guy directly.

Suddenly, a very energetic idea appeared, and he said loudly to the python, "I will give you a chance and responsibility, the opportunity is to be able to turn into a dragon or even a dragon, and responsibility is to be a magic weapon for my life, how about it?"

The choice that pythons don't seem to have is better than dying outright. Like a snake, it shrank rapidly on the ground, becoming only two meters long. Wang Mo rolled it with one hand and inhaled it into his arms. So far, what was thought to be an earth-shattering battle ended with an unexpected result.

"That python ......" Scholar Jian Xiu looked at Wang Mo coming over, asked curiously, and mentioned now, "How do we settle down now?"

"The highest mountain on the edge of the region is now our territory!" Wang Mo pointed to a mountain peak that rushed out of the forest, announced very unceremoniously, and also answered the python's question, "It will appear in a different posture, and I will meet you again soon."

"It's already occupied by someone, and it's probably still a group of powerful people, so let's get ready for battle!" The old magician reminded everyone to pay attention and began to advance with the team.

Soon Wang Mo and his group came to the foot of Qinglong Mountain, really like a dragon going to sea, with the feeling of soaring into the sky. Although this is the highest mountain, it is at the very edge of the map, and not many people have seen it. The team stationed here now also chose this place after failing elsewhere.

"Cloud Blade Regiment ......" Wang Mo looked at a flag at the foot of the mountain, with the name of this team embroidered on it, which really looked a little bit.

"Brush ......" Wang pondered for a moment, and directly erected a large banner that read 'Monks' Guild'. Then he turned to everyone and said, "This is our name from now on, remember!"

"Sounds good, you have a lot to do, and it takes a lot of planning, but at the moment this mountain is

Ho!?" The old magician did not directly approve or disagree, and skillfully avoided the question.

Wang Mo also understood very well that many people had their own beliefs and belongings, so he didn't continue to speak, and pointed to Qinglong Mountain with one hand and said, "There must have been preparations above, and a large formation has been opened, I will go up and stir it up first, and then you rush up to clean them up!"

As he spoke, Wang Mo flew up directly and shot to the top of the mountain at the closest distance. Then a continuous explosion sounded on the top of the mountain, and Wang Mo actually did it directly.

"The advantage of having a strong boss is to save worry and trouble!" The female summoner looked at the battle above, said to everyone very happily, and then flew directly to the Qinglong Mountain.

The people of the guild also flew up to Qinglong Mountain and participated in the next battle. With the suppression of the eighth-level Wang Mo that broke out, the battle seemed to be going very smoothly. In half an hour, the whole battle was over, and all the enemies were driven out of the top of the mountain.

Qinglong Mountain really has the feeling of seeing all the mountains at a glance, and the wide vision brings a comfortable mood. This can't be felt on that small dirt mountain, you can see farther by standing high, and how big the heart is, how big the stage is.

Looking at the giant base in front of you with ten layers of triple back zigzags, it can accommodate tens of thousands of people. And it comes with a defensive formation, which can have a good defensive effect. It's just that he met the violent Wang Mo, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to defeat this base. If it has a drawback, it is that the top of the hill is too big, and the base is too big, making it difficult to patrol and defend.

"Old man, I'll leave it to you, I'm going to serve that python ......" After Wang Mo threw down a sentence, he went directly into the base, and then there was no movement at all, as if he had completely disappeared.

"What did you think the boss would come up with?" The big man of the barbarian race, a man who spoke very little, couldn't help but be curious now.

But no one could answer his question, and no one knew what Wang Mo could make out of a live python!

At the time of the previous hill, there didn't seem to be much to do, and it was even a little boring. But after changing to this Qinglong Mountain, everything began to get busy.

The old magician was anxious with a few helpers, quickly arranged the defensive formations, and modified the attributes and settings of all the formations in the base. It's a rather complex process that has to be carefully advanced little by little. He also has to command everyone now, and it is not an exaggeration to do it for two purposes.

The one-eyed dragon and his subordinates are in charge of patrolling the outermost perimeter, and when they encounter suspicious people or things, they just raise the crazy alarm, and then start to retreat, and they are not responsible for the fight. This time, the sword cultivators were in the middle, and if they didn't arrange patrols, these guys would be militants.

The remaining Silva and the other four people sat in one direction alone, beware of enemy sneak attacks or troublemakers.

At this time, the disadvantage of fewer people is highlighted, and there is no opportunity to change shifts or rest at all. I can only be lazy and rest in the middle of duty, and I can't relax too much. After all, this is on a bloody battlefield, and no one will guarantee that it will happen next