The land of the Western Regions is mostly poor mountains and bad waters. And the cultivators born in these realms are mostly ruthless, and their methods are strange, which makes people unguardable.

In addition to raising Gu people, there are also very famous people in the Western Regions, as well as Buddhism. The monk Leng Xiao once met in the land of no habitat should be from the Western Regions.

Most Buddhist monks do not keep their hair, intending to cut off the red dust and live in the extreme west of the Western Regions. If it weren't for the Buddhist monks to check and balance it, perhaps a weak place like the Southern Regions would have fallen long ago.

Once upon a time, there were also strong people in the Southern Regions, but unfortunately there was also a fate, and now the generation is not as good as the generation.

Looking at this Gu cultivator, Leng Xiao slowly lowered his eyes, and he didn't dare to show a trace of divine light in his eyes.

While he was thinking, a monk walked slowly at the end of the tree.

The so-called monk refers to a practitioner who is humble and supreme.

The monk had a kind face and was already in his old age. A face, without self, faintly glowing with brilliant golden light, but with the appearance of all beings, as if it can enter everyone's heart.

He was clearly still in the distance, but after one step fell, he was already standing on the opposite side of the Gu cultivator.

The old monk clasped his palms together, held a string of prayer beads in his palms, and sighed softly: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

The Gu cultivator seemed to recognize the old monk, and couldn't help laughing coldly, and said: "Thief bald, you have also seen it, but this miscellaneous bird does not know whether it is dead or alive, and it is no wonder that a certain person is ruthless!"

"The benefactor's words are wrong, people are not sages, who can be without fault, who can have no desire, how can murder be the solution to the problem? ”

"Shut up!"

The Gu cultivator snorted, and was a little farther away from the old monk, and his steps were a little staggering. Every word of the old monk is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The ground shook suddenly, pulling back Leng Xiao's thoughts. In that clearing, there were already figures standing there, and everyone had a real infant cultivation. Only a person like Leng Xiao, who is weak in cultivation, hides in the shadows, for fear of being noticed.

As the amplitude of the ground continued to increase, the earth and rocks kept jumping. The stone gate, which was originally lying across the ground, suddenly stood up, but in the moment it was erected, it turned into powder.

The cave under the stone gate was empty, and even in the daytime, it showed a deep darkness.

If common sense is concerned, such a big movement, the people inside the Cave Mansion should have those who escaped cautiously, but after a long time, there is still silence in front of them.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. I saw the remaining stars in the sky falling at the same time, falling in six directions.

In this deep cave, the rumbling sound was like thunder, and Leng Xiao suddenly felt that the shaking of the ground could be caused by this majestic heartbeat?

After the fall of the Seven Nights, the canopy of heaven returned to calm. I could vaguely see that it was not the stars that fell, but a force released from the stars.

After this power was released, the stars no longer shone, and there was no trace of them.

And at this moment, the many strong people seemed to have a plan with each other, and suddenly people fell towards this cave one after another.

In that crowd, there were a few distracted monks. In front of the distracted monks, even the Gu cultivators and old monks who were the first to come out were also overshadowed, even if they cultivated profoundly, they were only Yuanying monks.

There are only dozens of people who can enter, and the people behind them are about to enter, and in the deep cave, a banner suddenly rises and waives in the wind.

And the people who had entered earlier were gone—including a few distracted monks.

This flag kept floating, waiting to reveal more, Leng Xiao couldn't help but be awe-inspiring in his heart, what kind of flag is this, it is clearly a cluster of manes like fire. And under this mane, the cyan scales are closely arranged, and the brilliance is shining.

"Green Dragon!"

Immediately, someone exclaimed, and there was a bit of incredulity in his eyes.

I don't know how long the green dragon is, and this place of residence is just a part of its dragon body.

The ground was lifted like tofu, and the dragon scales, each slice the size of a person. Where the Kang Su was, there was a heaven-shaking dragon roar, and all the people who heard it changed their faces, and blood spurted wildly.

Mo said that Leng Xiao was a distracted monk, and his face was red, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

And this blood, instead of falling into the earth, rose to the sky, rushed towards the dragon's body, and threw itself into the dragon scales.

As the dragon's body continued to struggle, the ground shook more violently, and Leng Xiao Yuanying's cultivation was unstable on his feet, and at this moment, he was like a mortal, without the slightest power to resist.

He could feel a tremor above the horned soldiers, as if they had been summoned by something. He hurriedly thought about it, suppressed the throbbing of the horned soldiers, and at the same time, the Gu cultivator suddenly roared, but the feather fan in his hand was already out of his hand, turned into a streamer, and fell in the direction of Misu.

The three-color feather fan was originally a soldier.

The moment the feather fan flew away, the green dragon suddenly broke through the ground, rushed into the sky, and let out a heaven-shaking dragon groan, and its body stretched for thousands of miles.

With enough eyesight, I could see that the feather fan landed on the tail of the green dragon, making the cyclone born at its tail even more blazing and bright.

And its waist, abdomen, throat, etc., also flashed a few streamers, and the star soldier became an embellishment on its body.

Only the pair of dragon horns, the light was still dim, as if something was missing.

Leng Xiao held the horned soldier tightly with both hands, and there was a violent fluctuation above the horned soldier, as if it was about to fly him out. He slashed his palm at the blade, and blood instantly covered the blade.

"You are Leng's sword. ”

The land in front of him, with the breaking of the ground of the green dragon, was shattering inch by inch, everyone was running, and Leng Xiao was also mixed in the crowd.

At this moment, no one paid attention to the seemingly powerful indigo long sword in his hand, what might it be compared to the green dragon?

I don't know where an angry scold came from the corner: "Demon Spirit Realm, damn it, this space is the land of the Green Dragon Nirvana, reborn with the blood of thousands of monks!"

"The phoenix bathes in fire, and the green dragon bathes in blood?"

The green dragon suddenly swam for a moment, and the dragon's head turned to the sky, straight into the clouds. After a moment of weaving through the clouds, the dragon's head suddenly looked downward.

Only the dragon's head was gently placed, as if the entire demon spirit realm was under the eye, and no one could escape its gaze. Ironically, the green dragon lowered his eyes, as if he didn't want to put these ants in his eyes.

"Whoever stole the treasure of this saint, don't return it quickly!"

With a roar, it shook tens of millions of people into the air, bleeding from seven holes and seriously wounded.

Leng Xiao hurriedly took out two pills and swallowed them in his stomach. He knew that the person the green dragon was referring to was him.

The two long beards of the green dragon danced with the wind, as if they were contemplating and feeling, but they couldn't find the location of the horned soldiers. He didn't expect that someone would be so decisive in refining the horned soldiers into a treasure of life cultivation.

Life repairs, one is prosperous, and one is lost.

After a long time of not being able to answer, the green dragon seemed to have lost patience, and the dragon scales opened a little, and a large piece of blood flowed out of the gaps, staining it with blood.

I saw it roar, and the blood color around it suddenly turned into mist, which seemed to be light and thin, but it gave people a kind of oppressive force like a thousand catties.

Leng Xiao turned his head to look around, and saw that there was a person with advanced cultivation, who had already operated his aura, sealing every pore of himself, and he immediately followed suit, and his steps did not stop.

But his speed was a little slower after all, and the person he emulated had long since lost his back.

The blood-colored mist soon approached, and those who were touched were frightened, but they climbed up with a look of hesitation, seemed to be relaxed, and laughed: "What kind of anticlimactic moves, I can't hurt Zhang in the slightest!"

"Your Excellency, don't be too happy, this old dragon is a poisonous dragon!"

This person was laughing, and I don't know where a mocking voice came out.

Many monks will be skeptical, but they would rather believe what they have than what they don't. Leng Xiao was also touched by the blood-colored mist, even if he burned the Yuan Baby, he couldn't escape.

He immediately looked inward, and there was nothing abnormal about his body, just like the person who had laughed before.

Before he could relax a little, he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand, and the blade was covered with a layer of oily color.

I saw that the green dragon, whose eyes were originally closed, slowly opened a narrow gap, and two divine lights descended on Leng Xiao in an instant.

Leng Xiao waved his long sword, blocking the divine light, and his wrist couldn't help shaking, as if it was broken. He gritted his teeth, blood spilling from between his teeth, adding a new touch of blood to his lower lip and placket.

The green dragon swam in and covered up the sky behind it. At this moment, it is clearly daytime, but because of the green dragon, most of it is dark.

"The last generation also dares to covet the treasure of this saint. ”

It opened its mouth and spat out a whirlwind, and the blood-colored mist was blown by the whirlwind, and suddenly changed, and someone suddenly roared bitterly, as if in a fire, and his skin was as red as a boiled shrimp.

There were only a few breaths, but all those who roared violently fell to the ground, and the roar stopped abruptly and cut off their breath.

Leng Xiao suddenly felt that his aura was also agitated, and his blood was constantly boiling, as if it was about to come out of his body.

Even though he had already blocked all the pores, he seemed a little weak.

An uncontrollable roar suddenly squeezed out of his throat, the sound was as thin as a gossamer, but in the moment of his voice, he was hysterical.

It was only when he roared out that the blood qi in his body seemed to be guided, and suddenly broke through the spiritual energy blockade, and the wisps escaped and merged into the surrounding blood-colored mist.

The horned soldier broke free of his palm and turned into a streamer of light and flew towards the green dragon. He raised his hand slightly, but he looked so weak.

His eyes were already chaotic, and the scene in front of him was no longer clear, and his body fell down.

But when he fell, Leng Xiao's consciousness couldn't help but recover a little, only to feel that something was pressed on his back.

The thing was clearly small, like a pillow, but it seemed to be getting bigger, and he looked sideways slightly, and saw a small hairy face, and there was a hint of worry in that eye.