The little boy who once knelt in front of the grave and whimpered grew up.

Everyone has unique characteristics, most of them are in appearance, but Zhuo Feng belongs to the type that is not handsome but still attracts attention, indifferent and quiet, and his expression has not changed for several years, many monks feel that most of the monks in the Pure Yang Palace are very indifferent.

Zhuo Feng frowned.

"You are not so brave as to come out. ”

waved his hand to let the five monks hurry up, and at the same time spread a message that the garrison outside the ancient battlefield should hurry up, and the drought was not easy to provoke......

The drought is cruel, such as burning.

Lu, drought ghosts, dead bodies are stiffened by environmental changes, cannibalistic blood, long years of eating more people will become drought, drought disasters in the world, so that the scorched earth where it is located thousands of miles, the strength is infinite, the body is like iron, the evil qi is rich and poisonous, and it does not enter the six realms.

That temporary station is only Zhuo Feng and a monk two masters, both of whom are cultivated in the Yuan infant stage, and the monk went to help another battlefield today and was not in the station, but when the drought appeared, Zhuo Feng felt the pressure was heavy, and the message was sent back to let the station quickly contact the great power to come and destroy the dragon.

The Drought Fish stared at Zhuo Feng and bared its fangs, it needed blood to eat, especially the blood of a powerful being.

"Eat you, and I'll be stronger. ”

Zhuo Feng didn't pay attention to the threat, and took out a golden talisman from the storage bag, the golden rune paper was painted with mysterious mystical runes, it was a high-grade corpse suppression talisman made by the Pure Yang Palace, specially prepared for the legendary drought fish.

After Zhuo Feng took out the golden talisman, he unconsciously took two steps back......

In the grass in the distance, the five monks peeped in the grass regardless of the burial, this is the legendary Yuanying master vs. drought, very rare, if you can learn one or two tricks from a distance or feel the artistic conception in the future, it is really stupid to run back.

"Aren't we going to be too risky......" the bearded man was a little scared.

The middle-aged nun kicked her beard lightly.

"Be quiet, don't be spotted by zombies!"

The five of them continued to peep from afar, not knowing that now Zhuo Feng was only thinking about scaring this monster back instead of fighting hard, he was only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, it was dangerous to fight alone, and it was no problem to protect himself, but he couldn't let such evil things pass through the defense line.

I thought that the corpse charm would scare it away, but I didn't expect that the drought didn't want to retreat today.

The corpse talisman is dead, and you need to press the talisman paper on the head or chest of the drought to work, and if you think about it, you will know that the other party will definitely not stand still and wait for you to paste it.

The drought demon looked at the corpse talisman and then looked at the sky in the distance, his fangs bulging outward, and rushed towards Zhuo Feng with a bang!

"Evil Barrier!"

Zhuo Feng scolded angrily, and in an instant, the sword light was dazzling!

Pure Yang trick moves to restrain evil things, Zhuo Feng is better at pure yang moves than a certain Jiao, I saw the sword rushing to the sky and stabbing the drought roar, the flying sword is like a shuttle, the two powerful beings keep moving fast, now it is basically the drought fish being attacked and desperately chasing Zhuo Feng, it seems that Zhuo Feng has the upper hand, but the actual situation is not optimistic, the dry fish skin and thick flesh thick copper head iron arm is not afraid of injury, Zhuo Feng is different, his physical strength is not as good as a zombie, once he misses, it is very likely to fall here!

The five people in the distance were dumbfounded, it was rare to see Yuanying masters fighting and killing in their lives, especially one was a drought.

"Senior Zhuo is so powerful......"

The bearded man threw himself to the ground with the five bodies that Zhuo Feng admired, and he couldn't wait to come forward to offer tea to the master.

Their cultivation is too low, their vision is limited, and they are completely unaware of what they are talking about, and the Zhuo seniors are trying to delay time, waiting for your great powers to come here to fight and kill the drought.

The flying sword vibrates and the sword light scorches and fights with the bull!

The swordsmanship is more exquisite than a certain Jiao, I don't know much, if Bai Yujun saw that the little kid's swordsmanship was better than his own, he might blush and lose his face.

The sword was dazzling, slashing through the hard body of the drought and making a sound of gold and iron, and the afterglow swept across the ground and set off sand and stones!

The zombie drought roared angrily, slapped away the flying sword, and the palm of his hand was cut by the sharp flying sword, and it recovered in the blink of an eye, and rushed towards Zhuo Feng at an extremely fast speed, his fingernails were black and poisonous.

"Don't run, coward!"

Zhuo Feng didn't bother to take care of it, and kept flickering, moving, manipulating, flying swords, and spells bombarded indiscriminately.

The riverbed of the three bends was damaged.

The droughts smashed in rage, swords and spells exploded, the riverbed was dusty, the stones were shattered, and the pits were everywhere, and they hit the broken walls and bulldozed the walls, and then hit the mounds.

The five monks who were hiding in the distance were stunned, and their admiration for Zhuo Feng was like surging yellow sand......

In fact, Zhuo Feng began to think about whether to retreat first, it was difficult to inflict fatal damage on it at present, it would be good if there were senior brothers and sisters of Zixu here, or Jin Xuan with a heavy sword.

As he played, there were black clouds rolling in the sky, black as a line, getting bigger and bigger!

The drought looked at the approaching clouds with some impatience.

The five people lying in the grass looked in shock at the black clouds that were getting closer and closer, the rolling black clouds were like ocean waves, the wind was rising, and there was a thick damp water vapor in the wind, and it was going to rain? Where did the rain come from? Could it be that the drought in the north was coming to an end?

The black clouds wanted to destroy the city, and it was pouring rain under the clouds.

Finally, the black cloud slowly but firmly came overhead, and strangely the dark cloud kept moving forward and retreating as if struggling, looking at the drought, and the five monks knew that it must be the drought's troubles to prevent the rain cloud from approaching......

"Look...... Dragons! That's dragons!"

In the clouds, there was a slender white figure flying and four claws, swimming in the clouds.

"Roar~!"

The dragon groaned, and his heart was shocked, and he saw the white Jiao circling a few times and turning straight to the ground! There were small clouds around him, and there were thunder and lightning flashes while walking!

Zhuo Feng, who was restraining the drought, was stunned for a moment, so familiar......

Back then, he was taken in the mouth by a special senior sister of the Pure Yang Palace and fled, and later helped him find his mother's remains.

It's been hundreds of years, but I didn't expect to see each other again.

"Senior Sister Bai!"

A Dangling God was almost caught by a drought.

Senior Sister Bai, a few monks were inexplicable, and they couldn't understand the relationship between the dragon in the sky and the words Senior Sister.

Looking from behind Bai Jiao, he saw that the body was twisting quickly and went straight to the ground, the air flow swept by, the limbs were close to the body, the snake's tail shook and accelerated, the qi machine locked onto the drought, and the momentum climbed to accumulate strength.

Jiao has a bad relationship with the drought, or everyone and all the demon beasts don't like the drought, and instinctively rejects it.

Swooping, the air flow swept over the heads of the five onlookers, the strong wind blew the five people rolling and crawling, the dead grass and yellow dust flew wildly, and the breath of the beast frightened them into a cold sweat.

From a distance, a huge white dragon slammed from the clouds to the ground, and then ...... Violent impact.

Getting closer......

"Roar!"

Time seems to stand still.

Bai Jiao opened its big mouth and showed its sharp teeth to bite the marquin fiercely, and its movements became slow, and the maro also raised its hand to block the upper and lower jaws in extremely slow motion to prevent it from being bitten, and the huge impact force hit it and made it slide back into the dirt!

I didn't bite it, but with the help of inertia and the power brought by speed, I grabbed with two sharp front claws when I skimmed through the drought!

The droughts screamed.

"Whew......"

The waist and abdomen were scratched by the sharp front paws and several bone wounds!