There is a magic dragon in the west mountain

Including Siyue, the entire southern kingdom is now peaceful and prosperous, singing and dancing, but a hundred years ago, the world was in chaos, and the countries were constantly fighting, even if there were strong monks like Ji Changfeng above the battlefield, but at most it was nothing more than the outcome of a war, and it had no direct impact on the continuous national wars.

In the peace of the world filled with countless lives, Siyue was the biggest winner among them, not to mention making a lot of money, and he was also the fastest one to recover his vitality, so he also had a lot of bargaining chips in the later discussions of the Six Kingdoms in the face of other countries that suffered a lot of vitality.

The borders of Siyue have also expanded a lot in the post-war negotiations, and the vast forests in the west, which were originally borderlands, belong to this category, and recently, this place that has no quarrel with the world and does not give rise to turmoil has suddenly become a little unpeaceful.

This vast forest that separates Siyue and Dahua like a moat is fairly flat in the south, except for a large Qingyun peak in the center, there are no steep mountains, and even the main peak that is more than a thousand feet high is difficult to see, let alone the slightly convex and concave mounds.

The southern section has many basins and low mountains, the land is fertile, if it is not for the mountain beasts too many and such as spring grass to kill inexhaustible, here has long been a big construction and then flat to rise a majestic city, but then go north is not a horse Pingchuan, the northernmost terrain suddenly rises, many high mountains and deep streams, geese are sad to ape difficult to climb the giant peaks abound, although it is a head shorter than the green clouds, but the climate is cold, and it is difficult for people to come.

And in the south of this continuous high mountain range, in the yellow-leafed autumn forest where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, a man in red stepped on the dragon, and the original ten-zhang long hornless dragon body absorbed the local essence along the way, and the divine consciousness rose to a hundred zhang long in the wind.

The man in blood walked in steps, not in the air, but with a dragon floating in every step, gently cushioning the soles of the man's feet with his head, and with each step, the two mans were exchanged once, and the huge body staggered forward, making the man in blood walk on the ground.

The man's expression was neither sad nor joyful, his eyes were all filled with blood, and his right hand was holding a large scythe that could take people's lives.

The two dragons are facing the sky, but the two tails are dragging on the ground, killing countless people along the way, and the killed creatures turn into aura and are guided away by the floating dragon whiskers, and all of them are sucked into the mouth, and every mile passes, the dragon body grows a point, and the turbid dragon eyes become more and more real and spiritual.

On the dragon's head, the black hair of the man in blood fluttered, his sleeves fluttered, and his hands pressed the earth, the heavier the killing of the two claws, the more red light in his hands became, and the black hair gradually lengthened, and one of the creatures in the mountains died, and his long hair grew by an inch, until finally, the man's hair was as long as the hem of his clothes.

After walking thousands of miles on the dragon, the killing intent in the man's heart gradually cooled, and the bodies of the two dragons who almost wanted to transform also began to dim, and there was a sense of dying struggle in his eyes, but it was not enough to resist the restraint of the sealer.

Half a day later, the man walked to a mountain stream waterfall, stood under the waterfall and let the torrent collide, the bloody clothes and blood red faded most of the time, the dragon encountered the water and the spirit, exhaled and swam, the trend of the body dissipation suddenly stopped, the man stood on the water surface and did not sink, the head of the big stream fell like the water in the sky, the man's body is still immobile like a mountain, just like the Buddha who gave the fearless seal to preach under the deep water.

This stop is half a year, during which the young man's face flashed with tenderness, smirk, pain, dazedness and other expressions, and in the early morning it turned into a murderous aura again, the man made a knife with one hand to split the waves, roared towards the sky, burst water droplets bloomed intoxicating brilliance in the morning sun, but there was murderous intent in the early sunshine.

The man jumped up, and most of the dragon body in the water dispersed the two cockroaches immediately happily out of the water, and appeared at the man's feet again, this time the man held a sickle, rushing all the way through, the two dragon bodies condensed again, and soared to two hundred zhang.

This has created a strange scene in the always secluded western forest, where the beasts have retreated.

Some people take the dragon to ascend, after a distant witness, the villages that rely on the mountains to eat the mountains have an amazing legend, there are children who look at the red dragon in the distance with a long tail and sway, thinking that they have met the old gods in the mountains, and they are bold and run away, like in the novel of Zhiwei to pursue the fairy fate, the timid hurried home to inform their parents, but they were led to laugh and talk, and some hermits rushed to hear the news, but in the end they got nothing.

There are also villagers who glimpse the dragon immortals, worship like gods, call the whole village to come and bow down to worship the shadow that has disappeared, and the beast corpses picked up in the mountains afterwards are called blessings, and there are also villagers who know what the monk said come out to refute, and are immediately accused of being a fallacy, most of the villagers feel that a small temple should be added to burn incense and worship, and worship as the red dragon king immortals.

There are also monks from all walks of life hidden in the West Mountain, boldly guessing that there are strong people above the realm going north, even if they feel the strong murderous aura, they have to go out of the mountain to seek advice, hoping that the dragon people will not hesitate to give advice, and give some guidance, but the pity waits on the road for a few days, waiting for the real person to come, but as soon as the words came out, he did a momentary roadblock, and it became the food in the mouth of the two cockroaches.

After this killing, the two dragons that could eat their stomachs when they met people had absorbed the aura of hundreds of monks' bodies, and they had grown directly to three hundred zhang, and their bodies became more and more condensed and heavy.

One day, the man continued to move forward aimlessly, the murderous intent in his heart became heavier and heavier, there was a big mountain in front of him, and the two dragons immediately raised their heads together, to cross the mountain, there was a person standing on the top of the mountain, with gray hair, and a gold-black yin and yang fish tattooed on his sleeve, the old man's face was grim, and he shouted: "He Fangxiao is killing wantonly in Xishan, aren't you afraid of being attacked by the Xishan monks?"

The man whose clothes were dyed red again turned a deaf ear, stretched out his left hand holding the knife, pointed his fingertips into the distance, and slashed towards the mountain, and the aura converged, forming a round of blood-red semicircle that instantly penetrated the entire mountain, and the black-robed old man's lips opened slightly, and he didn't say a word.

From Lao Dao's forehead down, a blood line runs through the whole body, and also penetrates the top of the mountain, Lao Dao's corpse is divided into two halves and falls softly, maybe this little strong man who has not gone further for many years in the Xuangong Palace did not expect to be pinched to death at will like a worm when he died.

The man's wind was light, he didn't stop a step, and in the blink of an eye, he was miles away.

At this time, the stones rolled down, and the mountains screamed. The mountain, which had been split in half, slowly cracked, and the sound of collapse sounded, and a sword blade that crossed the heavens and the earth fell to the ground.

As Qin Hu said, no one in Siyue can crotch this demon, if he has the heart, he can kill all the monks below the realm of Siyue before he is exhausted, after all, after the death of Ji Changfeng and Yue Beifeng, after Qingyunzi left the south, Siyue only has one secret realm monk left, but that person is in the palace, as long as Ji Lingsheng does not go to the wilderness, he will not care about this matter.

It has been half a year since Ji Ling was born into the demon, but there is no sign of waking up, and he is still slaughtering in the mountains and forests like crazy. Sometimes he laughs madly and destroys the mountains with one kick, sometimes he cries bitterly and tears with one hand to turn over the river and the lake, and sometimes he looks indifferent, and the dragon kills people when he sees them.

After a little longer, the monks in the mountains all knew that there was a moody killing god, and everywhere he went, there were rivers of blood, and the monks who died in his hands could not count their hands and feet, so that there was no one who did not have long eyes to block the way, all of them were in retreat and penance, cultivation is a hard work, don't take the lead before you have achieved success, this is the lesson of exchanging blood these days.

Walking to the top of a mountain, Ji Lingsheng was led by the moonlight and stood still again.

Under the moonlight, Ji Lingsheng sat cross-legged, the fierce light in his eyes dimmed year by year, his hands on his knees, Ji Lingsheng didn't do anything, just looked straight at the moon, night after night, the cold moonlight and the red light in his eyes were intertwined.

After sitting for a while, Ji Lingsheng was like a mountain rock, standing still, the red color converged again, precipitated in the deepest part of the eyes, the heavy rain fell obliquely, Ji Lingsheng opened his mouth to drink the rain, the rain was moist and wet, and it could not extinguish the fire in Ji Lingsheng's heart.

There is no strange September flying frost, after autumn, the heavy snow comes as scheduled, burying Ji Lingsheng deep under the snow, Ji Lingsheng does not move at all during the day, but the ice and snow will melt at night, so as to look at the moon, the two tails of the big cockroach slowly swim around the top of the mountain.

At the end of winter, the two dragon figures began to disperse again.

In the spring, everything recovered, but the blood mantis dragon looked even weaker, as if it would disappear at the touch of it, the more so, the more the struggle in their eyes was heavier, Ji Lingsheng didn't care whether they were alive or dead, and continued to maintain the posture of looking at the sky, but began to chant a word in his mouth, "Moon, month, month······"

On a cool midsummer night, Ji Lingsheng's eyes regained a moment of clarity, and he shouted sadly: "Yue'er!", defenseless for a while, the two dragons took the opportunity to fight back, ready to kill the lord to live, although it is a supernatural thing, but it already has a little body, and even has a trace of life.

Ji Lingsheng's eyes disappeared, he got up and strangled the two red cockroaches, after dawn, Ji Lingsheng was full of bright red hands, standing on the top of the mountain in a daze, his eyes were blank, and three days later he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and he did not walk in the air, but ran towards the foot of the mountain.

Ji Lingsheng, who was full of demonic energy, laughed constantly, walked like the wind, moved like thunder, and rushed wildly in the mountains, whether it was a stone wall or a giant tree in front of him, and the beasts didn't even have time to escape before they became a pool of blood. After one person, a narrow ravine was pulled out of the road, and the trees fell to both sides, and there was nothing in the way.

Half a decade later, a small valley appeared in front of him, extremely ordinary but all things are harmonious, full of flowers, the forest is full of cheerful birdsong, without a trace of killing, as if it is a pure land that cleanses the soul, so that Ji Lingsheng, who is full of murderous energy, looks out of place.

Breaking into this place, Ji Lingsheng's aura was suppressed to the limit, and he couldn't help but let out a rage.

Suddenly, the mountain birds flew away, and most of the peaceful atmosphere was destroyed, Ji Lingsheng ran non-stop, ready to walk through the valley, but was blocked by a white figure, the person had no breath, and stood there with an unquestionable attitude.

Ji Lingsheng rushed forward numbly, the man in white raised his hand and waved it lightly, Ji Lingsheng's momentum was forcibly stuck, no matter how much the aura surged, he couldn't take a step forward, with the flick of the man's fingers, Ji Lingsheng seemed to be greatly shocked with his forehead as the center, and the whole person fell backwards.

After struggling to sit up, the man seemed to frown slightly, his fingers flicked again, and an invisible airflow turned into a line of stabbing at Ji Lingsheng's eyebrows, Ji Lingsheng was hit hard, his lips opened his mouth and spit out a breath of turbidity, and then fell backwards, this time he passed out directly.

The man in white sighed slightly, turned around and prepared to go back to the valley, when he suddenly heard a wail, turned his head, and a black horse that was so exhausted that he trembled all over licked Ji Lingsheng's cheek and made a pleading gesture to the man in white.

"You want me to save him?"