The Most Powerful Young Man

The body of the thunder dragon was still thundering and shining with thunder.

At this moment, Xiao Yao suddenly realized that the Xuejiao in his spiritual consciousness had fallen into a state of turbulence.

The men, women and children in the village all walked out of the house.

The thunder dragon entrenched high above the sky, roaring, roaring, and the dragon's whiskers drifting.

The people in the village raised their heads and looked at the Thunder Dragon, but the expression on their faces looked very calm.

No panic, no fear.

Not even a hint of surprise.

However, the expressions on these people's faces seem to be a bit solemn.

This is true even if it is a child.

It is hard for him to imagine that when faced with this situation, these people, including the elderly and children, are just looking like enemies.

What made him even more incomprehensible was that everyone's eyes were burning with raging fire.

Like a soldier, he heard the horn of preparation for the charge.

One by one, clenched his fists.

Above the sky, the body of that Thunder Dragon was still changing, and now it was a hundred miles long.

A wave of thunder and lightning struck the Thunder Dragon's body, not only did not cause any damage to the Thunder Dragon, but it also made its body more and more terrifying.

Facing this kind of change no less than the end of the world, Xiao Yao was surprised by the calmness of these people.

When the huge dragon head approached the ground, opened its mouth, and an electric pillar burst out and hit the ground. Several middle-aged men glanced at each other and all soared to greet the electric pillar.

The powerful pressure contained in that electric pillar made even Xiao Yao, who had already entered the Eighth Level Immortal Cultivator's cultivation base, feel trembling.

It was a trembling from the depths of the soul.

If it wasn't because he appeared in this world as a virtual image, he wouldn't suffer any harm, he would definitely run away.

His instinct told him that the beam of light that appeared in the sky right now was definitely not something his own strength could match.

However, those middle-aged men all shook their fists and smashed into the electric pole.

After a few punches, the electric pillar was abruptly shattered.

However, there were several electric poles, and they smashed at the middle-aged men in mid-air.

At this time, an old man on the ground took a step forward.

A few half-old boys brought him a table.

Several children brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone for him.

The old man picked up the brush in his hand, and the black ink placed in the inkstone, as if given life, followed a curve and hung on the white brush.

Then, the old man began to wave his ink, and the ink fell on the white paper, bursting with golden light.

Just wave it!

A murderer's totem, vividly on the paper.

Xiao Yao slowly approached and glanced at the totem on the white paper. For a moment, he felt that his soul was about to be swallowed by the fierce beast on the white paper.

The fierce beast looks like a tiger, but it has bat-like wings, with only a layer of sebum, and it can see the abrupt bones, but it is not known how much larger than the wings of a bat.

Ancient fierce beasts are strange!

Xiao Yao immediately thought of a fierce beast once recorded in the Shanhaijing.

The golden light continued to rippling, the Qiongqi on the paper suddenly shook his body, and got out of the white paper. The body kept zooming in. In the end, it was about tens of miles long. It flapped its wings and flew to the sky with a roar. , Rushed towards the Thunder Dragon in the air.

The two beasts collided with each other, and there was lightning and thunder in the sky.

A majestic air is rippling in the air.

Everyone just watched this scene quietly.

Except for the bursting sound in the air and the neighing of the fierce beast Thunder Dragon, no one even spoke.

The child with a windmill that Xiao Yao had seen before suddenly raised the windmill in his hand.

The windmill turned, turning faster and faster, and gusts of gusts of wind whizzed away. The gust of wind convolved strands of wind blades, which was exactly the same as the bloodline storm Xiao Yao had experienced before.

At the very least, the breath and pressure it brings to Xiao Yao are the same.

Xiao Yao really wanted to curse.

Mud horse, what the **** is this place?

A little kid, has such a powerful force?

If this is placed on the earth, it can almost destroy a world, okay?

Xiao Yao was suddenly surprised to find that even a child in this village was beyond his imagination.

If you talk about making wind blades, Xiao Yao can pat his chest and say that he can definitely do it, but he definitely can't create this kind of wind blade that is as powerful as a blood storm.

This kind of strength can almost kill himself in seconds.

He covered his chest with one hand, trying to vomit three liters of blood.

He became more and more curious about what this place was.

Is this the fairy world?

Are all immortals living here?

Otherwise, how could they have such strength...

In other words, he is also an eight-fold master now, but staying here, he has a very depressed feeling.

It's like a child watching a group of adults fighting. If it wasn't because he was just a virtual image, he would want to run away immediately, for fear that they would hurt the pond fish.

But for a moment, the Thunder Dragon suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the behemoth Qiongqi directly.

Those winds drove the thunder dragon back some, and even swept some of the thunder and lightning on its body. The shape of those thunder and lightning looked like the scales of a real dragon.

The Thunder Dragon roared, rather stern.

However, after a brief pain, the Thunder Dragon rushed towards the village again.

Another old man with a cane walked out of the crowd.

He looked at the Thunder Dragon's eyes, full of contempt.

It seemed that it was not a thunder dragon that stretched for hundreds of miles, but a jumping earthworm.

The old man dropped the cane in his hand, and there was a golden brush in his hand. He was writing in the air with a cold face.

The golden handwriting turned into golden light, hovering in the air in front of the old man.

"The wind is strong and the bow screams, and the general hunts Weicheng. The grass is withered and the eagle's eyes are fast, and the snow is light and the horseshoes are light. After passing Xinfeng City, it returns to Xiliuying. Looking back at the shooting site, the clouds are flat after a thousand miles."

Xiao Yao glanced at it and took a breath.

He remembered that this poem was Wang Wei's "Watching Hunt".

I didn't feel much when I saw it before, but now I feel that every word is murderous.

The font strokes are as sharp as a sword.

Immediately afterwards, those words suddenly condensed together and gathered into a long bow.

The bowstring tore back, and with a cracking sound, the golden arrow flew out at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye.

The arrow passed across the thunder dragon.

Suddenly, the space fell into reality.

However, those people are still calm.

The thunder dragon above the sky was roaring and neighing, and his body was twisting, like a loach that had just been thrown into a pan.

Everyone is sitting on the sidelines.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared, and the Thunder Dragon disappeared into the air.

The whole world seemed to return to peace again.

The people still didn't say much, nodded to each other, turned and left.

No one cares what happened before.

Except Xiao Yao.

Everyone is so calm and calm, it is not difficult to see that things like this have happened many times in the past, and it seems that they have been commonplace.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, but the air was filled with the smell of killing.

"Are these people really human?" Xiao Yao asked himself.

Suddenly, Jiaolong's voice came in his mind.

"That is the soul of the sin dragon."

"Soul of Sin Dragon?" Xiao Yao asked with some doubts, "Are you talking about that Thunder Dragon?"

"Yes, the so-called sin dragon is the dragon clan who committed a heinous crime and was killed, but the soul did not dissipate, but was imprisoned. Just now, the dragon soul should have jumped out and condensed with thunder and lightning with the help of the power of heaven and earth. Adult body, wanted to escape, but was suppressed and went back, completely dispelled, I think, what is connected here is probably a place similar to a prison." Xue Jiao said.

After hearing what Xue Jiao said, Xiao Yao gradually understood something.

If you say, the soul of the sin dragon escaped from prison.

Then, the identity of the people in this village is self-evident.

These people are all prisons for detaining criminals.

Everyone is!

Above the sky, pear blossoms began to float.

In a moment, snow rustled down again.

Suddenly, amidst lightning and thunder, hail the size of a fist fell down.

Looking at a tree behind him, the leaves were withered and reborn again.

He realized that in fact, this time is the passage of time.

I don't know how many springs and autumns have passed.

When all these changes stopped, new changes appeared in the sky again.

It was a door condensed with the brilliance of the sun and the moon.

The sunlight is scarlet and the moonlight is bright, at two extremes.

That door hangs above the sky.

It is a hundred feet high and fifty feet wide.

The stars slowly gathered together, speckled like two doors. When the stars moved again, it looked as if the door was slowly being pushed open.

"Where does that door lead to?" Xiao Yao asked subconsciously.

"Perhaps, it's the fairy world, or maybe it's the prison mentioned earlier."

Xiao Yao turned around and looked behind him.

The total number of villagers standing behind is no more than 50 people.

Before, there were at least three or four hundred.

What made Xiao Yao even more surprised was that among these villagers, there were no young people, children, and every one of them was a gray-haired old man.

They also looked at the door above the stars.

The eyes are not calm.

Full of grief and anger!

Xue Jiao sighed and said to Xiao Yao: "This is probably the last group of people guarding here."

From their faces, Xiao Yao saw despair.

"This time, I'm afraid it's their catastrophe." Xiao Yao thought to himself.

In that door, a loud noise started.

The roar of various beasts.

The loud noise of the beasts galloping.

One giant after another, squeezed out from that door.

Each one is fierce and evil.