Looking across the sea and sky, the rain, the sudden rain and the light thunder, wash away the immeasurable misery of farmers in the dry land.
The white dragon can turn over the clouds and rain at will without worrying about causing flood disasters. The land that has been dry for more than a hundred years has once again received sweet rain. Clouds are rising in the sky, and rain clouds are nourishing the common people.
The thunder and lightning snake instantly illuminated the dark clouds, and the white dragons could be seen swimming and writhing. The people thought that the Dragon King was raining and worshiped one after another.
In a certain area in the north of the Ancient Beast Skin Central Plains map, black rain clouds are entrenched.
Gradually, the dark clouds advanced to the ancient battlefield...
Bai Yujun did not come to the battlefield that year, and has been avoiding the news about the war since then. In addition, the Jiuli people are not very interested in killing and surviving the Central Plains people. There are some blanks about that big event that shocked the world. The three disaster stars retreated, leaving behind It was full of devastation and death.
Zhang Qi, the commander-in-chief who led the army across the world, disappeared.
Some people say that he was killed by the Demon Sect, some say that he went into seclusion in the countryside, and some say that he returned to the fairy world. No one knows the truth except himself, and his arrival is mysterious and his departure is mysterious.
There are many legends about him. The most widely circulated one is that he was protected by a dragon when he was young.
The masters did not believe that there were divine dragons in the world, and scorned the divine dragons that the people said. However, in a certain dry state, countless people in a certain dry state had seen with their own eyes a dragon casting clouds and raining...
The rain has not spread over a large area and the news has not yet spread.
There are practicing sects and casual cultivators in the prefectures and counties, and there are far fewer monks than a hundred years ago.
A great war caused serious losses to the cultivation world. Many sects closed down and countless aristocratic families and small sects disappeared. It took several days for the monks to notice that Bai Jiao was making trouble.
Seeing the white dragon for the first time, the cultivators were overjoyed and wanted to capture it and use it as a thug, or simply kill the dragon, skin it and use its flesh and blood to make elixirs. Strange beasts are rare, and it is inevitable that some people have ulterior motives in order to seek resources.
The white dragon, who was creating floods to his heart's content, saw a monk coming from the sky.
"Evil dragon! Stop making trouble and causing harm to the world! Why don't you get ready to obey the law!"
The white dragon rushed forward to bite and scratch.
All the monks died.
…………
Bai Yujun drove the clouds and brought the rain to the ancient battlefield.
For no reason, the resistance of Yuyun's advance increased, as if there was some strange force blocking Yuyun in the ancient battlefield. Bai Yujun in Bai Yun's state urged Yuyun again, and could continue to push forward, but the speed was slow and consumed a lot.
"It's a bit interesting..."
The demon sect used blood sacrifices to sacrifice boys and girls to affect the climate. The last battle more than a hundred years ago also stained the three cities with blood and summoned some weird things. It seems that you can't show respect for the demon god without killing a few people and letting out some blood. I don't understand it the most. What's more, it's very uncomfortable to see the world peaceful and people living well, and they always have to make some noise to announce their existence.
Dragons can change droughts, and there are also certain beings that can create droughts...
Three turns.
The three bends that were once named for the continuous turns of the river are desolate and deserted. The river has dried up and the river bed is exposed. Only a deep ditch with continuous turns and cobblestones is left. There are a few cold-resistant weeds growing on the river bed, and insects are flying around. It has completely changed. appearance.
The village houses are only ruins and desolate.
Five monks holding swords carefully walked into a village to find a place to rest. They did not dare to light a fire. They took out portable food to share the food and drank water to relieve their thirst. Someone was always on guard.
This is an ancient battlefield. Rusted swords and helmets can be seen everywhere, withered bones and pale bones. The most terrifying thing is that monsters are raging!
The monsters look like humans but not humans, and their origins are unknown. It is rumored that the last sacrifice of the magic gate connected to the demon world led to the invasion of monsters. Due to the turbulent spiritual energy tide in the ancient battlefield, there were abnormalities and crises everywhere. The remnants of evil cultivators gathered in it. Monsters left the ancient battlefield from time to time and ran to human settlements. Eating people and drinking blood is extremely harmful.
Chunyang Palace and the Western Sect called on the spiritual community to set up stations in the east and south of the ancient battlefield, and sent disciples and monks from the Central Plains to garrison, hoping to prevent the infiltration of monsters, but with little effect.
The reason why there is no effect is that killing monsters has no benefits and no resources. Monsters are cruel. Humans and monsters of the same level fight against each other. Humans suffer losses. Monsters are brave enough to eat people and drink blood. The dead are not left intact. Not many monks are willing to do this. A thankless thing.
We can't blame those monks, after all, everyone has the right to survive.
The problem is that it is very interesting to want to gain benefits from civilians but is unwilling to protect them. It is quite the essence of the dark law. If you are weak, you will be unlucky.
Fortunately, there are always people with humanity in the world who work hard to eliminate threats while ensuring safety.
The good and evil sides often fight each other in the buffer area between the station and the ancient battlefield. No great power appears, just small fights. Many monks come here to eliminate evil and hone their combat skills with the help of monsters.
"Brother Qin, drink some water."
"Thanks."
The young man took a few sips of the water bag handed to him by the bearded man. The water drove away the heat and brought him coolness.
Take a deep breath and wipe the water stains from the corners of your mouth.
The young monk looked at the middle-aged woman sitting in the corner with her eyes closed and resting. The woman held a sword in her arms and said nothing. She was the leader of this team of three women and two men. She had rich experience in killing demons. It was rumored that her family had been poisoned by monsters and the demon sect. We live together.
The monks who fight against monsters, mostly locals, have some grudge against the demons or monsters.
The bearded man raised his head cautiously, leaned down on the wall and looked around.
The three women, who are slightly higher in cultivation, are the main force in killing monsters. They must seize the time to rest. They have been fighting monsters all year round. They are different from the common monks in the Central Plains. Both men and women have tough and calm faces, their hands are always on the blade, and they are dressed smartly and without any sloppiness. The elegance of other monks is completely different, they are more like warriors.
Some bearded men can't stand the sun.
"This sun is going to kill me, I'm going to be a bacon!"
Damn it, it was so hot. There were rumors that there were thunderstorms in some places and rivers were flowing again. However, this ancient battlefield was dry and hot. There were rumors that Drought Demons were seen deep in the ancient battlefield, but in the end, nothing happened.
The young man surnamed Qin took advantage of his break to quickly eat the big cake. The cake didn't taste good, but he could resist hunger.
Suddenly, I saw a black spot on the opposite side of the river from a distance. No need to think too much, the person who appeared alone was basically a monster. The young man named Qin, who had experienced many battles, sent out a signal!
"Look! Monster! But it's very strange..."
The middle-aged woman stood up and hid behind the broken wall. She looked carefully at the monster that was jumping forward like a twitch, her eyes tightened, it was bad...
"Go east! Don't be discovered by it!"
Without any hesitation, if the other party was too strong, they would just die without passion. The five of them were very cautious and retreated towards the east under the leadership of a middle-aged female monk.
Such a strong evil spirit...
What kind of monster is that?
The five people who bent down to hide in the withered grass and fled were inexplicably frightened. They felt the power from a distance was terrifying. The five low-level monks were no different from ants in the eyes of the monster.
As I was running, I suddenly felt like a devil was holding my back!
"No! Run quickly..."
The small black dot that kept jumping forward suddenly turned and chased the five people. It was a man who looked a little melancholy, running in pursuit with an expressionless face.
"Human blood tastes better, but monk's blood tastes better."
The middle-aged woman immediately knew what the evil monster was, the legendary Drought Demon...
No wonder there is no rain...
Just when the five people were about to be caught and torn to pieces by the Drought Demon, a flying sword rescued the five people. A stern man fell from the sky lightly, wearing a pure Yang Taoist robe and a jade crown. He was a celebrity in the resident!
"It's Senior Chunyang Zhuofeng! Senior Zhuo is here to save us!"
