"Senior, thank you!" the young man forcibly suppressed his restless heart, took a deep breath, and bowed deeply to the wind Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang didn't speak, but his extraordinarily deep eyes were silently telling the plan he had already made in his heart. There is an ancient dragon sealed here, and he naturally wants to find out.

"If the seniors don't have anything else, then the juniors don't say goodbye. Seeing that the wind was clear and indifferent, the young man quietly retreated and disappeared into a whirlwind.

This kind of monk, once he agrees to something, will be implicated in cause and effect, so it is rare for him to be untrustworthy, and Feng Qingyang is the best among them to keep his promise.

Seven days later, the entire wasteland of exile suddenly shook, and the major forces suppressed within it all heard an earth-shattering roar at the same moment.

In the midst of this roar, the sky was implicated, it was a roar that looked like a dragon and not a dragon, the clouds that hung high in the sky and did not change, distorted in an instant, and then merged with the roar, and the eyes that flashed with fierce light revealed excitement, and then swooped down.

In a few days, the power of the vibration from all over the place became more and more intense, almost as if the mountains were shaking and the sky was falling, and the sound of shaking shook and impacted the four super cities in all directions.

A few days later, half a month after the outbreak, the entire wasteland of banishment was filled with wolf smoke and smoke, and the earth below could no longer be seen under the obscuration of the sky.

Everywhere the gaze passed, there was a void, and the naked eye could only detect a few feet away from it, and this terrifying scene shocked countless monks.

The sky was dark, as if it had come to the end of the world, the wind was clear and sitting on the wall of the West City Gate, his expression was cloudy and uncertain, as early as the beginning of the outbreak, the powerful monks of the entire West City Gate all entered the wasteland of exile.

But half a month passed, and he didn't know whether they were dead or alive, he sat there silently, wanting to enter it to investigate, but because of his promise, he couldn't leave this place.

Looking back, he looked at the countless weak demon clans under the city wall who were in the realm of heavenly demons, and sighed secretly, in front of the power, they were ants, but it was this group of ants that could gradually grow into the backbone.

This is also the ultimate reason why the West City Gate wants him to protect this place, thinking about it, there was an angry roar in his ears, he turned back suddenly, only to see the thick fog rolling in front of him, and there was a dragon that looked like a green dragon faintly visible inside.

But it was just a blink of an eye, replaced by a scream, after the scream, countless stumps and broken flesh flew out, Feng Qingyang's eyes were like electricity, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly grabbed a piece of something that flew straight towards him between his hands.

When he saw it, it was the finger of a demon clan, and when he saw this, he was even more silent, and threw it back with a wave of his hand, at that moment, I don't know if it hit something, in short, another roar came.

After countless years of rebellion here, it once again ushered in an unprecedented tremor, and even triggered the existence of the true spirit, but this qiē wind was clear and unaware.

The entire wasteland of exile was in a unique roar, and until now, if it was only the suppression of the ancient dragon, Feng Qingyang would not believe it anyway.

Roars and roars, hisses and rage, all kinds of flickering light constantly crashed into the seal of the void, and the light flashed from the thick fog.

When the light stopped, it was the attack of the sealed seal above that produced a conditioned reflex, and the void shook continuously, and almost at the moment of the shock, the thunder sea descended, and then there was a roar of heaven and earth cracking.

Under this roar, all the forces that were originally lurking in the ground appeared one after another, and they were either crazy or gathered together, like locusts, overwhelmingly attacking the cities in all directions.

In just half a month, Feng Qingyang saw that a small city thousands of miles away from the West City Gate was slaughtered by the suppressors in it.

Mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, thousands of miles of drifting, almost no monk survived, that kind of cruelty, even if he was as hard as iron, he had a touch of unbearable, and secretly scolded that this kind of person deserves death if he is really guilty.

Ge's, in the wasteland of exile, suddenly there was a more violent shock, Feng Qingyang's expression was shocked, and suddenly he opened his heavenly eyes, his eyes flashed with golden light, and with a bang, he pierced the void and pierced the center of the shock.

At the center of the shock, I don't know who sent out a super powerful attack, causing the entire earth to crack under that blow, revealing a huge crack that was hundreds of zhang deep and about a thousand zhang long.

The edge of the ravine is derived from countless cracks, unfathomable, in the moment of appearance, a rich and incomparably powerful aura appeared from this ravine, just half a pillar of incense time, it will permeate the square area.

The breath was so strong that even if the wind was clear, I would feel a tremble, it was not fear, but the instinctive reaction of the body after encountering an evenly matched opponent.

"The seal has been broken, the ancient dragon is about to be born, countless years of suppression, the resentment that has generated, I am afraid that it will be earth-shattering, we quickly evacuate and return to the city. ”

In the mist, the wind Qingyang suddenly heard the rough voice of the city lord of the West City Gate, and when he was staring, he saw countless black shadows gradually breaking through the air in the thick fog.

With a swipe, the distance was closer, and at a glance, sure enough, they were the same people who entered the wasteland of exile half a month ago to suppress the monks within.

There were hundreds of people when they first entered, but now only a few hundred have returned, and each of them is like a frosted eggplant, either battered or exhausted and about to collapse.

And the city lord of the West City Gate was even more wolf-bèi, the armor on his body was broken, a big hand like a bear's paw, and there were uncondensed blood stains, obviously they had been violently attacked in the powerful shock before.

"Senior, is there a difference between me and the West City Gate?" Ge's, a young man covered in blood flew out of the crowd, his eyebrows were clear, his face was full of worry, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost dripping blood.

Feng Qingyang shook his head, he didn't know what was going on, among the four major cities, except for the West City Gate that he guarded, the rest of the places were fiercely attacked.

It was almost like a great wave, gushing endlessly, but he was safe and sound here, and there was nothing else to do except the stumps and broken flesh that splashed from time to time.

Seeing Feng Qingyang shaking his head, this group of people was immediately overjoyed, and they all flew to the city quickly, and when they found that there was nothing to do here, they all bowed to Feng Qingyang at the same time, and the color of gratitude came out of their bodies.

"Senior, the situation here has deteriorated, and I haven't been able to collect the grievances of the ancient dragon. After all, a flash of guilt and shame flashed across the young man's face.

"Soon, the true spirit will be born, if the predecessors want to obtain the ancient dragon resentment, you can enter it by yourself, but there are many dangers, you should be careful. ”