He Has a Dragon

Time flies by like a flash, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Le and Hai Wuya, master and disciple, have been rushing to Nanhua Temple for the fourth day day and night.

If it weren't for Xiao Yue, a dragster with a Huang-level cultivation level, Wang Le believed that he would have returned to Nanhua Temple.

In addition to Xiao Yue's factor, Wang Le's own injury also slowed down his speed.

However, there are good things as well as bad things, that is, after four days of healing, Wang Le is now recovering well from his injuries.

Mainly thanks to the unique magic power in the body, which is like a panacea. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to recover from such a serious injury so quickly.

Closer to home, on the evening of the fourth day, as the sun set, Wang Le and Master Hai Wuya, who were flying in the sky, fell back to the ground.

Not far ahead, there was a market town with thousands of lights rising like daylight.

Viewed from a high altitude, this market town is so large that Wang Le has never seen it since he entered the martial arts world.

If a city wall was built around the market town, it would obviously be a small city.

As the sun sets, business travelers and warriors traveling in small and large groups from south to north converge on the small and large roads like spider webs along the plains, converging in an endless stream towards the market town, which looks particularly prosperous amidst the noise and chaos.

"What is this place?"

"What's the name of such a big market town?"

Xiao Yue and Wang Le looked at the brightly lit market town not far away, reflecting half of the sky, and asked in unison.

Of course, the two people's inquiries could not help but have already traveled thousands of miles and read thousands of books.

"This is Guangcheng Town." Hai Wuya replied.

Following Hai Wuya, he further explained to the two of them: "This Guangcheng Town should be the most prosperous town in the surrounding area for thousands of miles."

"And the place where Guangcheng Town is located was a huge city no less than Bai Yujing a thousand years ago, but it was later destroyed in a peak divine battle that will go down in history."

"The peak battle between gods?" Wang Le and Xiao Yue's eyes lit up with interest, and they asked Hai Wuya to continue.

I saw that Hai Wuya did not take any detours, and while leading the two of them towards Guangcheng Town, he said: "The peak divine battle a thousand years ago was between Mo Xiangyang, the leader of Wanxiang Sect, and the Supreme Elder Emperor Qinggong. The life and death struggle between Jianli.”

"Wanxiang Sect?" A strange color flashed in the depths of Wang Le's eyes. He did not expect that after such a long time, he would hear about Wanxiang Sect again, and it would also be the pinnacle battle between gods that would be recorded in history.

"This Wanxiang Sect is really not simple, so the forces behind the destruction of this lineage must have become even stronger." Wang Le thought.

At the same time, Wang Le became more vigilant about this, keeping in mind Grandpa Jiyang's original warning that he must not reveal his true dragon tattoo in this martial arts world, let alone let others know his relationship with Wanxiang Sect.

Judging from the fact that Xiao Zhixuan, Yunlong Jiuxian, is an abandoned disciple of Wanxiang Sect, and he is the disciple of this old guy, it can be said that he, Wang Le, comes from the lineage of Wanxiang Sect.

Just when Wang Le was thinking about something, Xiao Yue asked Hai Wuya, "Master, are Di Hao and Di Jianli from the same lineage?"

Hai Wuya nodded and said, "Yes, Di Jianli is the distant ancestor of Di Hao."

After a pause, Hai Wuya continued: "In the peak divine battle a thousand years ago, Di Jianli died on the spot. Although Mo Xiangyang won, it was only a tragic victory, and it didn't take long for him to transform into silence."

"It can be said that in this divine war, both traditions have failed. No one is the real winner. Qing Palace was in decline because of the gradual decline of the Supreme Elder Emperor. It was almost doomed."

"As for Wanxiang Sect, after the environment of heaven and earth changed drastically, and the demon clan was exterminated, the lineage of the Taoist lineage was wiped out.

It is long gone now. "

Xiao Yue couldn't help but said with sympathy: "It's a pity for Wanxiang Sect. Disciples have seen records in ancient books. Their inheritance of techniques is unique in the martial arts world, but now there is no trace of the incense inheritance left."

Hai Wuya chuckled and said: "A heritage like Wanxiang Sect, which has produced masters at the pinnacle of martial arts, has a profound foundation. How can it be wiped out so easily? There must be a way out, but it's just not known to everyone."

Before Xiao Yue could ask, Hai Wuya said softly with a hint of mystery on his face: "If nothing else happens, the legacy of Wanxiang Sect should be in the world of mortals now."

"Because Xiao Zhixuan, Yunlongjiu, an abandoned disciple of Wanxiang Sect, escaped from the martial arts world and lived in seclusion in the secular world."

Xiao Yue said with a look of surprise and surprise: "Yunlong Jiuxian Xiao Zhixuan is a legendary figure more than two hundred years ago. He is still alive? How is this possible?!"

Hai Wuya chuckled and said: "The reason why that old guy is the enemy of the whole world is because he has the immortal inheritance of Wanxiang Sect."

"The crime of having a jade is that everyone wants to be immortal, everyone wants to live forever, and everyone wants to get the immortal inheritance of Wanxiang Sect, and Xiao Zhixuan, who got this inheritance, became the target of public criticism."

Having said this, Hai Wuya couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "If you want to say who kills the most people in the martial arts world, it is undoubtedly Xiao Zhixuan."

Then Hai Wuya looked at Wang Le, who was silent on the side, and continued: "Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruoshui is undoubtedly a generation killer in the martial arts world, but no matter how ferocious he kills, he can only kill for decades, and Yunlong Jiu Now Xiao Zhixuan has been killing for at least two hundred years, killing one generation after another, until he was the enemy of everyone in the world, and there was no place for him in the martial arts world."

"Uh!" Wang Le muttered in his heart with a weird look on his face: "This old guy is really happy with the killing, but it makes me even dare not to withdraw even half a dime from my relationship with you."

Hai Wuya noticed that Wang Le's expression was different and asked casually: "Young friend Wang comes from the world of mortals. Is it possible that he knows Xiao Zhixuan, the nine-appearing cloud dragon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le denied without hesitation: "I have no chance to recognize such a legendary immortal giant."

After a pause, Wang Le curled his lips and continued to smile and said: "If I really knew this kind of killer star, I might have been a pile of withered bones long ago, and I would never have the chance to come to this big world where martial arts flourishes."

Hai Wuya glanced at Wang Le meaningfully, and wisely did not ask any more questions, because he knew that even if Wang Le had any relationship with Xiao Zhixuan, he would deny it.

After all, the name Xiao Zhixuan can be equated with the word trouble.

Then Hai Wuya smiled at Wang Le and said, "I haven't had a good rest these days because I have been traveling so much. Let's go into town quickly and find an inn and rest up for the night!"

Of course Wang Le had no objection, and agreed with a hum: "Okay, let's rest here in Guangcheng Town for one night, and rush back to Nanhua Temple tomorrow and the next two days."