He Has a Dragon

In the flash of lightning, the flying sword held tightly in Wang Le's hand was like a sharp axe, splitting Zhao Ye's slow-reacting "wooden stake" in half and falling straight to the ground with blood.

When Wang Le removed the power of the Dragon's Invisibility of the Eyes of Deception and his entire figure reappeared in the sky and then fell back to the ground, the plain area in front of the majestic mountain was like a broken mirror, very tattered.

As late-stage heaven-level powerhouses, these three people certainly had a lot of good stuff on them, so their storage stones were all confiscated by Wang Le one by one.

However, Wang Le did not examine them carefully and threw them all into the Dharma Eye Space. It would not be too late to check these trophies again one day when he is completely free.

In the final analysis, Wang Le's vision is too high now, and there are very few things that can catch his eye.

Standing on the broken ground, Wang Le looked at the majestic mountain in front of him, and a strange color flashed through his deep eyes.

"To be able to remain intact in the battle between the late-stage Heavenly Realm warriors without suffering any damage, it seems that the old guy spent a lot of effort on this place!"

Wang Le looked at this tall and aloof mountain and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Le couldn't help but wonder where the old guy Xiao Zhixuan had buried himself, and it was really deep enough.

However, Wang Le can be sure that the old guy must be within the scope of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Otherwise, his enemies in the martial arts world would not come directly to the Hundred Thousand Mountains after they came to the world of mortals.

Although it was certain that the old guy had buried himself in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the area was so large that it was impossible to search it without missing a single corner.

Besides, Wang Le didn't want to waste his time on this, so after thinking about it for a while, he immediately gave up his plan to stay in Shiwanda Mountain to find the location of the old guy's real tomb.

"Instead of looking for someone here, it's better to go back home early and concentrate on training."

Wang Le thought of this and completely confirmed his thoughts.

After all, Wang Le killed too many martial arts masters this time for the old guy Xiao Zhixuan in Shiwanda Mountain.

The origins of these martial arts masters are not simple. What's more important is that there are four heaven-level old monsters who escaped alive.

In other words, in the foreseeable future, Xiao Zhixuan's enemies will all know about him, Wang Le.

What will follow is bound to be overwhelming revenge.

By that time, Wang Le believed that the opponent who appeared in front of him would no longer be the junior, middle or late stage of the earth or heaven level, but a strong man who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

Although he is a rotten old monster who has woken up from a deep sleep, he is still a strong man who has truly reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

Even if such an old monster has long been unable to return to its peak state in its heyday, it is still not something Wang Le can deal with now.

Thinking of the powerful enemies that he might encounter in the future, Wang Le couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency deep in his heart, wanting to improve his martial arts realm as soon as possible.

Because only in this way can he better protect himself and the family and friends around him.

Thinking of this, Wang Le didn't even bother to rest anymore. He jumped up and rushed into the sky, and then flew towards the end of the sky outside Shiwan Mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the purple-gold light disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Not long after Wang Le disappeared, he saw a gap nearly a kilometer deep in the gap where the disappeared river in front of the majestic mountain was, and a dark coffin emitted a faint black light, as if it was constantly swallowing Looking at everything, it's like a black hole forming a world of its own, incompatible with the surrounding world.

In the sealed coffin, Yunlong Jiuxian, lying flat without breathing at all, Xiao Zhixuan suddenly opened his eyes!

Those extremely sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles in front of them, seeing the shabby land outside and the aloof and towering mountain.

A long sigh echoed inside the huge coffin.

Then I saw Xiao Zhixuan's eyes that seemed to be able to see through the world gradually dimmed, and then slowly closed his eyes, as if they had never been opened...

At this time, Wang Le, who was already far away, never thought that the coffin containing the old man was deep underground in the river next to him.

The so-called darkness under the lamp is nothing more than this.

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When Wang Le returned to Sijiu City, Xiao Yuanfang, Mr. Mu and others were greatly relieved.

For them, whether there is Wang Le's Four-Nine Cities or not is completely different.

Only if Wang Le is in charge of the Fourth Nine City, they can sleep peacefully and not be afraid of the monsters from the martial arts world.

In fact, after learning about Wang Le's return, the entire upper-class circle of Sijiu City seemed to have a backbone, and they no longer had to worry about those warriors coming to Sijiu City to cause trouble.

But for Wang Le, he was not interested in caring about changes in the external situation.

In the following days, in addition to enjoying the world of two people with Mu Xiyan, I would occasionally visit Xiao Yuanfang, his wife and Mr. Mu to enjoy family happiness and relax.

At other times, Wang Le was immersed in practicing the supreme spiritual consciousness technique of "Three Thousand Whirling Worlds".

At the speed of cultivation visible to the naked eye, Wang Le's spiritual consciousness became more condensed and stronger.

This made Wang Le gradually feel the bottleneck of his cultivation realm, which also made him practice more and more diligently, so that he could break through the bottleneck of his cultivation realm as soon as possible and successfully advance to a higher realm of cultivation.

Wang Le believes that once he can successfully advance to the middle stage of Jindan, he will never be at a disadvantage when facing strong men who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

Unless he meets the most powerful person in the martial arts world, Guixu Guanzhu Xiaoyaozi and the ancestor of Qinggong, Di Hao, who are at the peak of their spring and autumn, Wang Le is confident of winning.

Of course, if he met the mysterious former master of Bidou Palace, Taoist Zhetian, Wang Le could only pinch his nose and immediately activate the Eye Dragon Hidden Power to break the illusion and escape.

Therefore, whenever Wang Le thinks about the powerful enemies he is about to face in the future, he will often pray that among the martial arts experts he kills in Shiwandashan who are searching for the old guy Xiao Zhixuan, none of them come from the Bidou Palace of the hidden Taoism.

As for Qing Gong, Wang Le doesn't care much. Anyway, the hatred between the two parties has been forged in the martial arts world.

What's more, Emperor Hao, the ancestor of Qing Palace, has been living in seclusion in the depths of the restricted area in order to refine his own artifact, and he doesn't know that he will come out in the year of the monkey.

As the days passed, although Wang Le's cultivation strength continued to grow and he was getting closer and closer to taking the final step, he thought of the four heaven-level old monsters who had escaped and the powerful enemy he was about to face, and he felt deep in his heart. The pressure everywhere is also increasing.

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