Dragon Inside

The old sighs echoed in the square, and when they fell into the ears of the wooden doors, the faces of the people were all changed. The pretty face of Muyun showed an incredible look.

"This voice is... Grandpa!"

Not only did the look of the people in Muximen change, but Luo Yang on the side also flashed his eyes, recalling the old man he saw in the depths of the spar.

"In the entire wooden door, you can qualify to enter the depths of the spar mine. I am afraid that only the wooden ancestor Mubodong!"

Luo Yang’s face passed a hint of enlightenment, and suddenly he looked up and looked up at the center of the square.

I saw in the center of the ruined square, an old figure suddenly appeared out of thin air and appeared in front of everyone.

This old figure exudes a strong breath, although there is a strong entanglement, but still can feel the repair of the body.

"Old ancestors!!"

Looking at the sudden appearance of this figure, the faces of everyone on the wooden door are all shocked. When the exclamations continued to ring, many wooden scorpions and disciples greeted the old ones, even the second elders were no exception.

"Sure enough, he..." Luo Yang’s gaze also looked at the figure, and his heart slowly thought.

Although compared with what Luo Yang had seen before, the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him not only had a face that was more old, but also had a more dead air, but it was the old man seen in the spar mine.

"Mu Daoyou, you are finally showing up. This is not seen in the millennium, you will already be exhausted. It seems that you have lost your means of the Mu family for the past millennium."

After the eyes were swept away from the ancestors of the Mu family, the high priest threw Wood Chen to the side, and the old ground showed a taunting color, and said with sarcasm.

"Mu's family has been extinct as early as in the Western Wilderness. Now, in this day, there is only our wooden door."

The look of the ancestors of the wooden family revealed the vicissitudes of life, slowly opening the mouth, but looking at Luo Yang, staring for a moment, nodded slightly.

"Mu's family is destroyed, but you don't always live well. The purpose of the old man's coming today, even if you don't say it, you should be clear in your heart, let the things come out!" The high priest flashed cold eyes and his eyes were tight. Looking at the wooden family ancestors, the mouth said coldly.

"Mu's family has been destroyed, and Mu's things have naturally dissipated with the wind. You still have to go back. I don't have anything you want." Mujia's ancestors shook his head and said with a deep voice.

"Mu Daoyou, the old man, I advise you to still know some. In the past, we were able to destroy the Western House, and today's wooden door is naturally not a problem. If you are willing to hand over things, the old man will let go of these small Guy, but if you don't cooperate, then it's ruthless to take a look at the old man!"

The voice of the high priest was cold, and the old ground had a murderous pass, and the tone seemed to have already destined for the life and death of the people.

After hearing the words of the high priest, the many monks of Muximen changed their looks, and their faces were full of horror. From the dialogue just now, everyone can't hear it. There is definitely a terrible force behind the so-called high priest.

Just a high priest is the mid-term cultivation of the spiritual world. The forces behind him will naturally be even more terrifying.

At this point, everyone in the Muximen couldn’t help but panic, and they were nervously looking towards the wooden family.

"Western China... Mujia... It seems that this wooden door is very simple..." Luo Yang’s eyes passed a ray of light, and there was already a general guess in his heart.

Naturally, it can be seen from his mind that the current Muximen is suffering from the catastrophe. The old ancestor of the wooden family is not easy to repair, but it is already exhausted and cannot be with the high priest. The forces behind him are against each other.

Therefore, from the perspective of Luo Yang, the most sensible choice is to leave directly, and find another treasure of wood property to condense the drug in the body.

"If you leave this place, I am afraid I don't know what year and month to gather the second Danyang..." Luo Yang's brow wrinkled, his face showing a thoughtful look.

Although with his current cultivation, even the monks who met the early days of the spiritual world are enough to fight, but with the broad vision of Luo Yang, the more urgent it is to improve the cultivation. If you abandon the ancestral tree in the wooden door, it will take a lot of time to find other wood-like objects.

At the time of Luo Yang's sinking, the face of Mu's ancestors was also exhausted, and his eyes sighed after sweeping through the crowds of Muximen.

"The wooden door is in the hands of my wooden house for thousands of years, just like the old man personally sees the big child, naturally he does not want it to be destroyed." The voice of the wooden family ancestors turned around and looked at the high priest with a look of indifference. Continue to say.

"The things that can be passed down by the Mu family are also reserved by the ancestors. It is said that the old man does not know where it is, even if he knows, he will not give it to you!"

The voice of the wooden family ancestors has a decisive intention, echoing in the entire square, clearly falling into the ears of every monk.

"I don't know what to lift, this is what you are looking for!" The look of the high priest was cold, and after the coldness in his eyes flashed, he spoke quietly.

When the voice fell, the snake's stick in the hand suddenly slammed, and a dazzling silver light emerged instantly, and swept toward the numerous flying in the square.

Feel the ruin of the silver light, the many monks in the square are changing, but when everyone is frightened, the wooden family ancestors suddenly took a step forward.

A strong breath suddenly broke out from the wooden ancestors, and when the momentum swept the world, the deadliness on his body were more intense.

However, the ancestors of Mujia’s ancestors did not notice it, and their hands were still squatting, and they quickly patted the palm of the ground.

A spiritual force poured into the ground, and it was originally under the broken ground. It immediately became a tenacious life.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the roots of the vigorous and yellow roots rose up, and the spiritual power between the heavens and the earth continued to converge. In the twinkling of an eye, it was condensed into a towering ancient tree, not only blocking all the silver, but also It is to cover the entire wooden door under the old tree.

"Tree of the Spirit!"

The face of the high priest changed dramatically, and the figure disappeared from the place, appearing in the sky outside the old tree, looking ugly to the bottom.

"Although the old tree is still stubborn, it can still shelter from the wind..." The wooden ancestor's look was exhausted, but he still said slowly.