Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Night gradually fell.

The dark clouds covered the stars, leaving almost no light in the sky, which was gloomy and terrifying.

When Zhao Mu returned to the Buried Dragon Valley, he saw that in the pitch-black darkness, there were still many monks searching for corpses and treasures everywhere.

From time to time, those monks would even have fierce conflicts because of the magic weapons and elixirs they picked up.

But no matter how they fought, everyone tacitly did not enter the Buried Dragon Valley, and even deliberately stayed away.

No wonder they were like this.

There are countless dragon spirits buried in the Buried Dragon Valley, and they only come out at night.

According to ancient legends, no one who enters the Buried Dragon Valley at night can come out alive.

Everyone is here to pick up treasures, not to die.

For Zhao Mu's sudden appearance, everyone can't help but be alert, fearing that another treasure robber is coming.

But Zhao Mu didn't bother to pay attention to them. He touched the tiger's white fur and walked into the Buried Dragon Valley without looking away.

"Daoyou?"

Suddenly a familiar voice came, Zhao Mu looked back and found that it was the young monk who introduced the situation to him at the beginning.

He smiled slightly: "Daoyou, are you still picking up treasures?"

"It's almost time to leave, there are no good things here."

The young man said with a smile: "I was wondering where you were, why did you come back now? Hey, if you came back earlier, maybe you could pick up some good things, but it's a pity that they have been picked up by others now."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not interested in those things, but I remember your kindness."

Zhao Mu smiled slightly: "Daoyou, I have something to do, so let's not talk about it for now, we will meet again in the future."

What's the matter?

The young man frowned slightly: "Daoyou, I saw you walking towards the Dragon Burial Valley just now. You don't want to go in, do you?"

"Yes, I am going to the Dragon Burial Valley."

"What, you really want to go in?"

The young man widened his eyes in surprise: "Are you crazy? What kind of place is the Dragon Burial Valley? Especially at night, it is full of dragon spirits. Aren't you looking for death if you go in?"

"Haha, Daoyou, don't worry, I still cherish my life!"

Zhao Mu smiled faintly and continued to walk into the Dragon Burial Valley.

"Hey..."

The young man wanted to dissuade him, but seeing Zhao Mu's firm expression, he didn't stop him after all.

He shook his head: "How can someone force his way into the Dragon Burial Valley knowing that it is dangerous? I really can't understand it?"

At this moment, other cultivators around also noticed the situation here.

They stopped picking up treasures one by one, looked at Zhao Mu's figure in amazement, and walked towards the Dragon Burial Valley step by step.

"Who is that person? Is he going to enter the Dragon Burial Valley?"

"Are you crazy? In the middle of the night, there are countless dragon spirits in the Dragon Burial Valley. Won't they eat him alive?"

"Hmph, there are all kinds of people. They dare to enter the Dragon Burial Valley at night. They are simply looking for death."

Everyone was talking about it, and they looked at Zhao Mu as if they were looking at a fool.

"Okay, what's there to see about a person who is looking for death? Let's look for treasures!"

Some people continued to work hard.

But some people were still staring at Zhao Mu, with a gloating look on their faces, as if they wanted to see how Zhao Mu was swallowed by the dragon spirits.

At this time, Zhao Mu had already walked to the edge of the Dragon Burial Valley.

Huh...

A strange wind swept by, and the valley was suddenly filled with black fog.

There were roars in the black fog, and it seemed that there were countless huge phantoms roaring and shuttling in it.

Even though they were far away, they still felt terrified by the scene, fearing that the dragon spirits would rush out and eat them alive.

But Zhao Mu, who was standing outside the valley, did not change his expression from beginning to end.

He stroked Tiger King's white fur, with a faint smile on his face, and walked into the valley.

"Did he really go in?"

Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't help but stare at the changes in the valley, even those who just said they didn't care.

Heavy black fog filled the surroundings, and the terrifying dragon spirits dragged their huge bodies and rolled over Zhao Mu's head.

Those bloody mouths seemed to swallow Zhao Mu whole in the next moment.

But what surprised everyone was that although those dragon spirits were always eyeing him, none of them really attacked Zhao Mu.

What did they seem to be afraid of?

Gradually, Zhao Mu's figure completely disappeared in the black fog, and the area around the Dragon Burial Valley fell into a dead silence.

"Is he dead?" someone asked.

"I don't know, he should be dead, right?"

"Just now I saw those dragon spirits, they seemed to be afraid of something?"

"It's an illusion, even if those spirits are weak now, the strongest ones have the Immortal Realm, and there are countless people below the Immortal Realm, what can they be afraid of?"

Just as everyone was guessing.

Suddenly a tiger roar came from the Buried Dragon Valley: "Awoo..."

The tiger roar shook the sky and cut through the night.

Everyone changed color in horror, and felt a terrifying breath coming from the Buried Dragon Valley.

They looked up and saw a thousand-foot white tiger rising from the ground in the endless black fog, and its fierce power spread out, shaking the universe.

The body of the white tiger was looming in the black fog, and above the white tiger's head, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, it was Zhao Mu.

The dragon spirits wandered around, roaring and roaring in fear and anger, but they didn't dare to get close at all.

Even many undeads have already prostrated themselves at the feet of the white tiger, trembling.

"What... what is that?"

Outside the Buried Dragon Valley, the monks were stunned: "How could a white tiger suddenly appear in the valley?"

"Look at the man on the white tiger's head, isn't he the Taoist who just went in?"

"It turned out to be him, where is his white cat, could it be..."

Everyone looked at each other in astonishment, and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

So the white cat that was harmless to humans and animals in their eyes before was actually such a terrifying white tiger?

Thinking of their own mockery just now, everyone swallowed their saliva, fearing that the one inside would come out and settle accounts with them.

Inside the Buried Dragon Valley.

One by one, the dragon clan undeads coiled around with alert faces.

Although they were numerous, they did not dare to move at all. The threat brought to them by the Tiger King was too terrifying.

One of the golden dragons with deathly aura seemed to be the leader of the dragon clan undeads.

He swayed his huge body and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you and what is your purpose in coming to the Dragon Burial Valley?"

"Haha, I am Xuan Chengzi, and I am honored to meet all the fellow dragon Taoists."

Zhao Mu smiled and bowed his head, saying lightly: "I came here today because I lacked some thugs to guard the house, and I saw that you were suitable, so I came to subdue you."

"What, you want us to be your thugs? Damn Taoist, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have for us to serve you?"

The dragon spirits were furious, and the cold death aura surged like a tsunami, as if they wanted to eat Zhao Mu alive.