In the deep black sky, a white dragon sweeps across the evil spirits.
It is confirmed that the floating island is not the Celestial Mountain, but the Zhuquan Temple in the Dragon Sleeping World. The ruined temple gate is so unique and unique in all worlds. It turns out that the bamboo forest where the Zhuquan Temple is located is actually a leftover fairy mountain. How many secrets is hidden in the Dragon Sleeping World?
Forget about curiosity, just destroy the magic circle and destroy the hole with all your strength at this moment.
The soul was anxious and angry. Just now, the Minglan World used a special mysterious wave to let Bai Yu leave, leave the Minglan Star, stay away from danger and never come back again. Even the dragon body can feel the increasingly strong buoyancy of the lift...
"I will not leave, I will never give up, and I will fight until the end and never give up!"
The dragon's claws stepped on the ground and brought up the soil, and its body slid straight towards the huge semicircular array of light curtains. Countless living monsters waved their weapons to attack, and sparks flickered when they hit the dragon's scales.
Every time the huge dragon claw fell, the earthquake roared.
A low-level ugly monster with a hunchback was desperately running away from the divine beast. As he ran, he suddenly found himself shrouded in shadow. When he looked up, he was scared to death.
"help me……"
The huge five-fingered dragon claw fell, the soil on the ground collapsed into a shallow pit, and the screams stopped abruptly.
When he raised his paws and stepped forward, a bloody monster stuck to it, and it fell off in mid-air and fell to the ground with a clatter. Its original shape could not be seen at all. The monsters running underneath saw giant beast scales above their heads, and scales growing horizontally on their abdomens, which were different from those on the two sides. The dragon scales are in the shape of a spindle on the side. A monster threw an ax away, but the result was no damage, and it was replaced by a foot.
There were monsters on both sides firing rough bone arrows, which only sparsely hit the scales and then bounced away.
Bai Yu felt bored and was too lazy to go back and deal with the low-level monsters. He swung his long dragon tail and swept it first to the left and then to the right, clearing a large area immediately.
The eye of the storm suspends the fairy mountain.
The old man, the young man, the young man and the three strangers were completely confused. What the hell is this?
Black clouds loomed over the lightning and thunder, white dragons swam and crawled, countless ugly monsters loomed over the black clouds, and the light curtain looked like an upside-down rice cooker. Where did the mountaintop of Zhuquan Temple fly to?
Lying on the edge of the fairy mountain on the floating island, I exposed my head and looked at the chaos below, trying to understand it with my brain that had never seen the world.
"Boss Bai! It's Boss Bai!"
The snake demon boy recognized Bai Yu's identity at a glance. The way beasts identify is different from humans.
Old Huixian is still distressed about the ruined temple gate.
"Didn't Donor Bai transform into a dragon and ascend to the immortal world?"
"If this was the fairy world, I would rather stay in my hometown and not go out..."
Little Shitou touched his bald head covered with green stubble and felt that the fairy world was not good. He looked at the gloomy place below. The mess was very much like the eighteen levels of hell mentioned by Master. He silently prayed in his heart that the top of the mountain would not end up in this ghost place.
On the ground, a huge white dragon walked up to the light curtain. He stood up and waved his dragon claws to grab the magic circle!
Bang!
The huge dragon claw hit the magic circle, causing the light curtain to ripple in circles, trembling slightly, and the scattered howls of demons sliding down from the top of the light curtain were bounced away.
Unwilling to slap and scratch hard again, the light curtain trembled and trembled but never broke. The sharp claws scratched the light curtain and made a squeaking sound like rubbing glass. I slapped it hard. If it couldn't cause any damage, I simply climbed up the hemispherical light curtain and opened its mouth. Turn your face sideways and scratch hard with your fangs...
"Roar!"
The angry and irritable Bai Yu quickly turned around and swung his long dragon tail to hit the light screen!
There was another violent tremor, but the intensity was not enough. Even with the help of extreme thunderstorms, the formation could not be broken. The population of more than 10,000 people in the city turned into blood mist and was absorbed by the hole!
Scratching, swiping his tail, even turning his head and hitting him hard with the dragon's horn...
The monsters took the opportunity to flee in all directions, while the humans outside the light curtain and in the city were dumbfounded. They were both excited to have the dragon come to rescue but also a little afraid of the dragon's current violent state.
How can I do……
When I was desperate, I suddenly felt something in my heart. I raised my dragon head and looked towards the fairy mountain of Zhuquan Temple.
Looking at the future with his right eye, he vaguely saw that things were taking a turn for the better. The details were unknown, but it was related to the three strange things in the ruined temple.
The thrust from Minglan's world disappeared, and depending on the way of heaven, there were also variables.
There was a sound in the air behind him, and a rough spear hit the dragon's horn above his head. It bounced off with a bang. Bai Yu also turned around and saw the group of demons, who were gathered in a crowd and shouting so hard that he couldn't hear what they were shouting.
With a cry, the huge movement of the body moved the airflow too fast, causing the rainwater to sweep across.
Lower your head and walk close to the ground.
Open your ferocious mouth and shovel up those monsters!
Half of the monster's body leaked out of the corner of its mouth and screamed in horror. The dragon's mouth was filled with blazing flames, burning into ashes...
Two booms!
The two front paws stamped hard on the ground, raised the dragon's head and floated into the air, twisted left and right and swam towards the eye of the storm where the fairy mountain was. There were many demons strung on the spine of the dragon's tail on its back. During the flight, unlucky demons kept screaming and falling. , shake it gently, shake off the monster and return to crystal white color.
It's rainy, wet and cold, and the rain falls on the dragon's scales without dripping water.
Due to the angle problem, the Zhuquan Temple group who was waiting on the edge of Xianshan Mountain could not see the dragon. The little stone hugged the snake demon boy to prevent him from going down and fought hard. Old Huixian's heart was spinning in panic.
At this moment, the rainwater falling down the cliff was suddenly swept up by the airflow and flew upwards.
An old man and a young boy stared blankly at the edge.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the shabby monk's clothes were scattered, and the cold rain slapped randomly on the face...
The wind blew, and a huge ferocious dragon head lifted up from the edge. Then with two bang bangs, two oversized dragon claws rested on the edge of the fairy mountain cliff, with red eyes staring at the old and the young.
"Wise old man~ hurry up and help me break this turtle shell~!"
Bai Yu yelled anxiously.
Maybe the dragon himself didn't feel the shock of the roaring dragon roar, but the three little ones opposite felt the heat wave hit and the rain evaporated instantly, and the rain dried them. The monk's robes were all patched and torn, and they couldn't stand still and took several steps back.
The soft and elegant mane hunts against the wind and rain.
Old man Huixian forced himself to calm down.
"Donor Bai, you are well. That...poor monk named Hui Xian, and that one really don't know how to help. I only know how to chant sutras, meditate, practice Zen, and beg alchemy..."
"There's no need for alms. Just meditate and recite sutras. You can recite whatever you want!"
It was deafening again, and the small stones were blown away by the wind and smashed the broken door into pieces with a clang. From now on, the broken door no longer needed to be repaired.
"That's good, poor monk, give it a try..."
Lao Huixian hurriedly meditated in front of the ruined temple and fell into trance. He opened his mind to chanting sutras without any distractions. Little Shitou rubbed his bald head and ran back to sit next to the master and chanted sutras. The snake demon boy stood aside with a ring-headed knife to perform his duty of protecting the law.
The ancient monks in the temple were quiet, the bells were ringing, and they were muttering sutras to purify evil spirits and dispel demons. The dilapidated Zhuquan Temple emitted a golden auspicious light, and then the entire fairy mountain shone golden.
Different from the divine dragon Bai Yu, Lao Huixian is more like a calm soul who calms the mind and ward off evil spirits, while a certain dragon is as powerful as a prison and will use the knife at the slightest disagreement.
The sound of chanting sutras spread throughout the sky, earth and sky...
The struggling human race fell silent one after another, turned into blood mist, dissipated and was contained, while the huge hemispherical light curtain array trembled and flickered, weakening the structure and making it unstable.
There's drama! This old man's other abilities are not the best at suddenly playing a key role.
Release the dragon's claws and fly downwards, swing the dragon's tail and pounce through the rain curtain, summoning wind, rain, thunder and lightning from the sky to prepare to destroy the magic circle at the right time!
Circling downwards, the golden light of the fairy mountain illuminates the snow-white dragon scales...
"Roar!"
