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The cold tide is like iron, and it is stiff on the surface of the river. The waves of the Red River for three thousand miles seem to have been suppressed.

On the north bank, above a twenty-zhang high natural stone pillar, four teenagers lay exhausted on the top of the uneven stone pillar, desperately panting.

The stone pillars were as hard as iron, with little to borrow, and the surface was unusually slippery, and when they climbed up, they exhausted their bodies.

On the south bank, the Hundred Miles Dragon City lies quietly on the shore, majestic and quiet.

The Red River is nine miles wide and has a turbulent undercurrent. Unknown monsters roam under the water, and the boat cannot be crossed.

The four teenagers, two men and two women, the thinnest one was the first to turn over and get up, support the ground with his hands, and look at the Dragon City on the south bank, as calm as a cold wave, without any feelings.

"Ye Ting, is this here?" the other teenager jumped up, a little concerned that he didn't have the first reply body. His movements were a little big, and when he fell, he also used his hands to support the ground, and his muscles collapsed too tightly, causing pain.

"That's right, the Dragon Altar. The young man named Ye Ting groped his hands on the platform at the top of the stone pillar, and under his fingers, traces emitted a turquoise light, which was the trace of the magic script.

There is only the Demon Gate in Fengzhou, and Taoism and Sanskrit are extinct. Seeing the magic text light up, the other two tired girls also barely sat up. The two girls are similar in appearance, twelve or thirteen years old, and their bodies still appear slender. The body is a rough coat sewn from animal skin, and the waist is tied with animal tendons, and there is a short **, and you can't see half of your graceful posture.

Regardless of men and women, this is the dress of most people in the Northern Wilderness.

"Xiao Ye ......" The slightly taller girl watched Ye Ting's movements nervously, and at the top of the entire stone pillar, the magic text lit up one after another. Ye Ting's face became more and more pale.

It doesn't take any mana to awaken the Dragon Sacrifice Platform, but the people of the Northern Wilderness don't have any inheritance at all, and they can't accumulate much vitality if they insist on it for a lifetime, not to mention that Ye Ting is only a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

"Xinjun, don't disturb Xiao Ye. The other girl also looked nervous between her eyebrows, dissuading her companions.

The girl named Xinjun bit her lip and said to the tall young man, "Wolf Creek, it's time to take out the things!"

"Not then. "The boy named Wolf Creek had his hand on a leather pouch around his waist. The skin is coarse, but the red line is wrapped around and around the outside, and this red line is crystal clear, and at a glance, it will make people breathe short, their hearts beat faster, and they can't hold themselves.

Ye Ting was not reluctant, but stopped, gasping in place. This kind of rest made the lit magic begin to slowly extinguish. He silently calculated in his heart, compared with the time when he regained his vitality and the time when the demon text was extinguished, he was already eighty percent sure that he would wake up the Dragon Sacrifice Platform.

For any Demon Monk, this could not be simpler. As long as there is a threefold level of qi refining, it can be done lightly. The only function of the magic text on the dragon sacrifice platform is to remind the demon dragon that a sacrifice is coming.

"An hour. When Ye Ting regained his vitality, he simply said four words.

Wolf Creek nodded, but did not speak. An hour of waiting, he could afford to wait. In order to worship under the gate of Dragon Control City, he followed his father to practice since he was a child.

No, that's not cultivation, for the Demon Gate monks, it's just a crude forging body, and the 10,000-year forging body can't compare to the vitality accumulated by the Demon Gate's ten years of cultivation.

The Northern Wilderness is located at the northern end of the entire Fengzhou, north of the Red River, and the human race is scarce. The Northern Wilderness lacks vitality and is not suitable for monks of any sect. However, every ten years, Dragon City will send monks to cross the Red River and go to the Northern Wilderness to find suitable teenagers to practice, join Dragon Dragon City, and become a disciple of the Demon Gate.

Wolf Creek missed the selection of Dragon Riding City, and if he waited another ten years, he would be twenty-four years old, and Dragon Riding City would not require people over the age of sixteen to enter. If you practice after the age of sixteen, let alone knotting, you can't complete the foundation of the twelve-story building. No matter how talented you are, if you miss the age of laying the foundation, you will definitely be stuck in the realm of the six-story building.

Whether it is the Demon Gate or the Dao Gate, the monks are divided into four realms, the foundation building, the knot, the infant realm, and the virtual realm.

To build the foundation realm, to break through the twelve-story building, the so-called foundation building longevity three hundred, is to say that the monks who have broken through the six-story building of the foundation. There are no monks who break through the six-story building, and Shouyuan is only a hundred years. Still just mortal.

There is only Buddhism, and the practice does not matter morning or evening.

Wolf Creek, Xinjun, Longyin and Ye Ting are the four, Wolf Creek is the oldest, exactly fourteen years old, and Ye Ting is the youngest, also twelve years old. Wait for the next ten years, there is no hope of worshipping Dragon City. They don't understand why Dragon City only goes to the Northern Wilderness every ten years to select disciples, they don't have the right to question, they only have to figure out their own way.

Dragon City is not without giving people a chance, the people of the Northern Wilderness, as long as you can cross the Red River and go directly to Dragon City, and you are not more than sixteen years old, Dragon City will make an exception to recruit you as a disciple.

Wolf Creek patiently waited for Ye Ting to wake up all the demons, they were originally more than four people, and these four people were the leaders of the young people in the village. The rest of the teenagers died in the last operation.

A ginseng picker who was in the Northern Wilderness was ambushed and killed by the teenagers, and took the blood ginseng of the ginseng picker. The best sacrifice that the boys can find is this blood ginseng. If the blood ginseng can't satisfy the demon dragon, there is nothing Wolf Creek can do.

There are 100 households in the whole village, all the teenagers, only the four of them are left, if they can't cross the Red River, they can't go back to the village, they can only wander in the Northern Wilderness. The four teenagers are in the Northern Wilderness, and I am afraid that they will not live for three years.

Is this gamble worth it? For Wolf Creek, it's not a problem. If you can marry Dan, you will be the elder of Dragon City, with brocade clothes and jade food, and a lifespan of eight hundred.

The so-called mortal life span 100 years, that is a theoretical value, how many people in the wasteland can live past the age of fifty?

As for the infant realm, the longevity is three thousand, and Wolf Creek has never thought about it. The City Lord of Dragon Control City is nothing more than an infant realm cultivator, and his goal is very simple, not to be a mortal anymore. Since he was sensible, he has watched the warriors of the village die in the wasteland one by one, year after year, fighting with the wild beasts, which is also the only ending.

The only purpose of the people in the village is to live for a bite to eat.

Ye Ting's sweat flowed down his back, his two arms were already soaked, and on the ground, I don't know how many handprints were stained with his sweat, an hour, no more, no less, all the magic words on the dragon sacrifice platform lit up.

The eyes of the four young men and women looked at the Dragon City on the other bank.

Crash!

The sound was like a thunderbolt, and I saw that in the middle of the Red River, there were earth-shattering waves without warning, and the huge waves rushed to the sky, and then separated, Wolf Creek and the others trembled, and in the middle of the huge waves, they saw a dragon head.

The young man's knowledge was limited, and he didn't know that it was just a dragon, so he gave birth to a pair of short horns. They were just afraid, the dragon was still five miles away, and their noses were already full of fishy smell.

Rumble!

Jiaolong's body twisted at will, and the monstrous waves had pressed towards the dragon sacrifice platform, and with the impact of the water waves, the fishy breath had poured into his lungs, and Wolf Creek couldn't stand, so he knelt down directly.

The dragon head was high, and he came to the dragon altar and looked down at the four teenagers. Behind the dragon's head, at the beginning of the dragon's back, an iron cable pierced the dragon's scales and locked the keel. The iron cable collapsed straight, and the other end, through the vast water vapor, was fixed on the wall of Dragon Riding City.

Dragon City really lives up to its name.

Ye Ting raised his head and looked directly into Jiaolong's eyes. He was very tired and soaked in sweat. Facing Jiaolong, he didn't know why he wasn't afraid. If it weren't for the tiredness, he even wanted to stand up and touch Jiaolong's nose.

Jiaolong's nose moved, and Wolf Xi ripped off the skin on his waist at this time and offered it with both hands.

"What is this?" Jiaolong spoke, as a demon genus, the dragon clan has no horizontal bones, and can speak human words. It was the first time that Wolf Creek and the others had heard a strange person speak, and the shock for the first time was quite strong.

"It's ...... A sacrifice to the Ryujin-sama. Wolf Creek endured the space in his heart and replied tremblingly. The two girls are already weak and numb, where can they still speak.

"Lord Dragon God?" Jiaolong's eyes were filled with sarcasm that the young man couldn't understand. If he is a dragon god, how can he be locked by Dragon City.

The teenagers didn't dare to speak, for fear of colliding with the dragon god. Even if Ye Ting didn't have fear in his heart, it was the same. At least he still needs to cross the Red River, and he has to count on the huge monster in front of him.

In Ye Ting's heart, Jiaolong was just a powerful monster.

"You want to cross the river?" A suction force was generated in the dragon's mouth, and the skin of Wolf Creek flew directly into its mouth and disappeared.

"Exactly. Wolf Creek was a little accustomed to the coercion of the dragon, and replied quickly.

"That's it?"

Jiaolong's answer made the hearts of the four people sink. Sure enough, blood ginseng can't satisfy the dragon god. But they also knew that with their own strength, there was no good way to get better sacrifices.

"What else do you want, let's go get it!" Ye Ting turned over and sat up, looking directly into Jiaolong's eyes.

As if sensing Ye Ting's disrespect, Jiaolong lowered his head, his nose almost against Ye Ting's face, and said, "I want your soul." ”

"No!" The two girls struggled to get up at this time, grabbed Ye Ting's sleeve, and pulled back. Jiaolong wanted to eat Ye Ting, making the two of them forget their fear in an instant.

"It doesn't matter. The dragon's head was raised again, and the distance between it and the teenagers was raised. His eyes looked at Wolf Creek.

"Wait!" Wolf Creek shouted.

"What are you going to do!" the two girls looked angrily at Wolf Creek. Everyone has been collecting together near the village since they were seven or eight years old, catching some insects to feed their stomachs, not to mention, in order to obtain blood ginseng this time, in that vicious battle, Ye Ting shot one after another and saved their lives several times.

Wolf Creek ignored Xinjun and looked at Ye Ting. Ye Ting's eyes still didn't fluctuate, he nodded slowly, and said, "Wolf Creek also saved me, it should be ...... One more time. This is what I owe him. ”

"Ye Ting!" Longyin's little hand grabbed his sleeve tightly, not knowing what to say.

Wolf Creek looked at the three of them entangled, there was no guilt in his eyes, and he said to Ye Ting: "I owe you this time." ”

"Wolf Creek, you are ungrateful!" Longyin couldn't help but scold.

Wolf Creek said coldly: "If Lord Dragon God wants my soul, I am willing to replace Ye Ting." Do you remember how many people died in order to come here? There is no one who cannot be sacrificed, for the sake of cultivation!"

Xinjun and Longyin couldn't refute it, and in order to kill the Caishenke, all the friends died in the battle, and only the four of them remained. If you turn away, you are sorry for all your companions who died before.

Ye Ting shook his sleeves, wiped a handful of sweat on his face, and stood up. He was ready to die, without fear or cowardice, nor with the feeling of generosity and sorrow.

"Lord Ryujin, why don't you eat me?" Xinjun said this sentence almost through gritted teeth, and she trembled as she spoke.

Xinjun said this, and looked at Wolf Creek viciously. She knew that what Wolf Creek said was right, but she had liked Ye Ting since she was a child, and since she was ten years old, she wanted to give him a child. (The novel "Demon Gate Authenticity" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)