The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

There were clouds rolling in the sky, the wind and thunder followed, there was a black dragon circling in it, wandering all over the sky, there were thousands of eagles around the body, as if the stars held the moon, it was magnificent.

A sharp-eyed person can see a figure from the black dragon.

"Who can mount a real dragon?"

"It will be a god!"

It is said that the black dragon swept through the storm and fell into the mountain ahead.

The people who saw that scene were not only the mortal people of the nearby tribes, but also many cultivators.

There is water in the mountain, and it is called Xijian.

From that day on, the clear water was sometimes red, sometimes with fragments of clothes, floating insect corpses, white feathers, and floating black scales.

The rest is gone, but the black scales, the size of a palm, are indestructible.

Some nearby tribes picked it up, and along the way, the jackals, tigers and leopards fled before they could get close. After returning to the tribe, there were no more wild animals watching around the tribe.

Some elders in the clan said that these are dragon scales.

This is a gift from the dragon god!

Many members of the tribe went up the river, but none of them returned.

The patriarch said that the dragon god did not want to see mortals.

So no one in the tribe went up along the river to ask for the true dragon, but from then on carved the image of the real dragon and worshipped it.

But in recent days, many people have come here, a few of them are people from other tribes and clans who have come to chase the dragon god nearby, and some are unknown people.

These unknown people are all practitioners.

Among them was Gouber.

Güber came from a distant tribe. Hundreds of thousands of miles away. He traveled here. Hearing the kind words of the four generations of disciples of Yandi, they claim to be invincible at the age of 100, and they are not yet 100 years old, so they can't help but feel a little eager to try.

During his travels, as a scattered cultivator, he also felt that he was not inferior to the disciples of the first-class sects, but he had the heart to appreciate the method of attacking Yandi, which was known as the number one, let alone a young handsome man like Shanyan?

He had no murderous intent. I just want to challenge and appreciate the means of swallowing.

He walked through the tribe near the stream, and found that the tribe had worshiped the demon dragon as a dragon god, and he couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart, but there was no mockery. Because in his hometown, there was once a demon bird, which was also worshiped as a god, and it was not until he himself cultivated that he was able to kill the demon.

The rest of the cultivators who passed by this place could not help but laugh and ridicule. Only he was so calm.

Walk along the creek pop.

The water of the stream is clear.

Gradually, some blood stains drifted from above. Diffusion in water.

There were black scales mixed in, floating and bloodstained.

Gu Boer stretched out his hand, landed on his hand, and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, another thing sank under the current, but it was swept and rolled by the water.

"It's ......"

Gu Baier stretched out his hand and took the things tumbling under the water in his hand, his eyes slightly condensed.

"Dragon's Horn ......"

He was a little excited, because the black dragon must be on top.

Above the black dragon, it is the kind words of Yandi.

Then good words are above the streams.

"After more than 30 years of traveling, after this experience, I returned to the tribe to get married. Gu Boer thought to himself, "This time, I want to ask that good word for advice on Yandi's methods, and I have seen the real dragon again, and my wishes when I traveled have almost come to an end." ”

He thought of the girl in the center of the clan, who was a shy girl.

When he was down, she brought food.

When he obtained the cultivation classics and was unable to read, he studied hard day and night, and it was she who sent grease lamps to add some warmth to the night and raise a glimmer of light in the darkness.

When he left, she plucked up her courage and courage, and said that she would wait for eternity.

After traveling to this day, he has achieved great cultivation, and after many years of wandering in the outside world, his wish has been fulfilled, and he should return to the tribe to protect the clansmen.

Guber went up the stream.

At the end of the stream, there is a deep pool, and the murderous and pyrotechnic aura nearby has not yet dissipated.

The trees were broken and broken, the land was turned over, and it was a mess.

"Gu Boer, a scattered person, is amazing when he hears Yandi's good words, and he is full of Yandi's true biography, so he came to ask for advice. ”

He bowed politely and smiled.

Then the water ripples.

A deer antler gradually poked out of the water, and then another antler poked out next to it.

That's not antlers, that's dragon horns.

But the dragon horn on the left was missing, so it came out of the water one after another.

It was a dragon's head, with cold eyes and fluttering dragon whiskers, showing a fierce and wild state.

Gu Baier was about to speak, when suddenly his eyes went dark.

He lowered his head and saw a snow-white Gu worm with blue markings spreading its wings.

"Poisoned ......"

His eyes were dark, extremely dizzy, and he hurriedly pressed down his mana, but fortunately, his mana was deep, although the poison was highly poisonous, but it did not hurt his life, and when he was about to open his mouth to scold, he saw the black dragon coming out of the water.

With a dragon roar, the black dragon rushed up the waterhole, bringing up countless rain and mist.

It's amazing.

Gu Baier was sprinkled by the rain and mist, and in a trance, he seemed to see the girl he liked in the tribe.

She snuggled up to her chest like a stream of water, kissing her cheek.

There was icy water, like her tears.

The mana shook, and then the eyes cleared, and all I saw was a pair of cold eyes.

Then his eyes were raised, and a pair of bloody mouths appeared in front of him.

"I can't go back......"

He said to himself.

......

Over the past few days, there have been countless practitioners looking for good words, and there are many people who have found this place.

Some of the people who came were full of murderous intent, some had good intentions, or those who came here to challenge, or people from nearby tribes.

But what's the difference?

The master retreated under the pool and recovered from his injuries.

No matter who it is, no matter what anyone thinks, they can't come near it.

Even if you have no malice in your heart, even if you are a mortal, even if you come with good intentions, but ...... When everyone who comes dies, they want to leave, which is also delusional.

Everyone has a story to tell, whether they are good or evil.

But so what?

Qin Xianyu never wanted to hurt the innocent, nor did he want to kill people with no malice.

But this wild dragon, this Gu worm, they are not human, they are already full of ferocious nature.

The wild dragon swallowed Gu Baier in one gulp, and then another voice came.

"Su Zhe of the Ancient Spirit Tribe, come for the revenge of the younger brother's defeat!"

"Kind words!"

"Come out and fight with me!"

In response to him, there was a dragon groan, and then the blank feather divine eagle formed a Yandi Zhou Tianxing Dou Sword Array, although the form was incompatible, but under the manipulation of the Blood Silkworm Gu, it had already gained a bit of magical charm.

After the event, the top horn of the wild dragon was cut off again, and the dragon's claw was cut off a finger.

The Blood Silkworm Gu broke a thin wing.

The White Feather Condor was killed and injured more than thirty heads, which is not a large number, but this is because of the formation of a sword formation to jointly resist the consequences of the other party's means, although there are fewer casualties, but thousands of iron-beaked condors, each of them is injured.

"Yinshan Pavilion disciple Lin Xiao ......"

"Ang !!"

A dragon groaned in reply.

The killing continues.

Kill one, and there's the next. (To be continued......)