The Rural Life of the Dragon King in the Mountain Village

On a snowy night, the north wind rages.

Xiao Xingyun walked step by step from the small courtyard of the villa to the barren mountain in the southwest corner. When he passed the Dragon King Temple, he saw that heavy snow had covered the traces of incense.

The Dragon King Temple, which is entirely made of stone, looks a bit deserted and lonely.

At this time, there was no spirituality in the Dragon King Temple. Dragon King Ao Ye probably couldn't accept the reality and fled back to the ruins of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

Xiao Xingyun didn't stop at all, and continued to cross the reservoir with his unique rhythm, and went around to a hill on the side.

Wherever he walked, he left no traces in the snow.

The moment Xiao Xingyun walked out of the courtyard of the villa, the two immortals standing on the top of the mountain blowing the wind and snow had already set their sights on Xiao Xingyun.

Xiao Xingyun walked all the way, and their eyes followed him all the way.

On the top of the mountain, Master Shanmao, the founder of the Maoshan Sect, and Master Yaoguang, the founder of the Kunlun Sect, finally knew that Xiao Xingyun had discovered him a long time ago and was here for him.

"I can't see through the depth of this boy. His cultivation is too weird, as if it is flowing with time, rising and falling, making it unpredictable." Venerable Shanmao said seriously.

Lord Yaoguang said: "He has a faint aura of the dragon on his body, but his body is human. We can only speculate that he has had contact with the dragon, or has been to the ruins of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, which cannot prove anything. Perhaps, we should change

If you are looking for a direction, you should not keep an eye on him."

Master Shanmao did not want to let Xiao Xingyun go: "That being said, this son has hurt my Maoshan and your Kunlun's face several times, so it is reasonable to kill him casually, right?"

"Yeah, that's fine." In just a few words, Venerable Yaoguang and Venerable Shanmao happily reached a verbal agreement, and also decided Xiao Xingyun's life and death.

At this moment, Xiao Xingyun finally reached the top of the mountain.

"Oh, it's snowing, and we have to climb a mountain in the middle of the night. It's really tiring. Aren't you two cold when you stand on the top of the mountain and enjoy the wind?"

Xiao Xingyun stopped a few hundred meters away and said to Venerable Shanmao and Venerable Yaoguang.

Venerable Shanmao said proudly: "The body of an immortal is not afraid of cold or heat, nor is it afraid of water or fire. It is immortal and immortal. Even you don't understand the mystery of it."

Lord Yaoguang said coldly: "Are you Xiao Xingyun? The old demon Xiao who killed my Kunlun disciples many times?"

Xiao Xingyun explained seriously: "I am Xiao Xingyun, but I am not Xiao Lao Mo. This nickname is the slander given to me by those people in the world who misunderstood me. I have always acted openly and above all, and I am always kind to others. I also take time to help the old lady every day.

When I cross the road, they call me a devil, which is simply confusing right and wrong, referring to a deer as a horse."

Venerable Shanmao and Venerable Yaoguang waved their hands impatiently and scolded: "Okay, okay, we don't want to hear your explanation. You tell us everything about your dealings with the Dragon Clan. You must not hide anything. We

I’ll give you a good time!”

"Uh, why do you ask that? I have nothing to do with the Dragon Clan!" Xiao Xingyun seemed surprised that they would slander him like this.

He is a dragon. The other dragons are either half-dead souls or dragons. What does he have to do with himself?

Simply baffling!

"You lie!" Venerable Shanmao was furious, "You have a faint dragon aura on your body. Do you think we can't feel this aura? Don't forget, we are immortals, omniscient and omniscient!"

"Are you immortals so powerful? Can you tell me the winning numbers for the next lottery?"

"I, I can't figure it out... But that's not the point. You tell me what happened between you and the Dragon Clan immediately, or I will kill you right now."

As he spoke, lifeless black thunder and lightning appeared on Master Shanmao's body, sizzling and sizzling. If a black snake entangled him, his aura became strange and evil, like a zombie that had just crawled out of an ancient tomb.

Xiao Xingyun tilted his head and looked at Venerable Shanmao for a while. He clicked his tongue and secretly marveled that it was really rare for an immortal to be deformed like this.

He was fearless, but still said: "I have a faint dragon energy in my body. It should be because I had too much contact with the Dragon God in the Dragon King Temple at the foot of the mountain and was contaminated by his aura. Otherwise, how could there be dragons in this world?

"

Venerable Shanmao breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, so that's it. It's the aura of the distorted nine-headed dragon. Then it'll be fine."

"Now that you've asked clearly, let's go and die." Lord Yaoguang's body swayed, and the starlight shone on his body, as if a skin was superimposed on it. His whole body began to be half empty and half real, and an obscure and ancient aura began to flow from his body.

diffuse.

A ray of starlight fell from nowhere and instantly hit Xiao Xingyun's chest.

Xiao Xingyun staggered, took a few steps back, and coughed: "Are you doing a sneak attack? Immortals don't practice martial ethics anymore?"

"Huh? He's not dead?" Lord Yaoguang changed his color slightly, raised his hand, and dozens of starlights from ancient times fell again, trapping Xiao Xingyun in the starlight.

Boom, boom.

Every ray of starlight fell with tremendous force, blasting the entire ground and sending rocks flying.

The entire hill was reduced to ruins in an instant.

The dust dispersed, but Xiao Xingyun was intact, suspended in the air, and stretched out for a long time.

"Is this the legendary starlight massage? It's so comfortable, I almost fell asleep."

As he said that, Xiao Xingyun moved his hands and feet, as if he had really just woken up from a dream.

"Be careful, there is something weird about him." Venerable Shanmao said, and let out a scream. This scream was actually caused by him chanting a mantra quickly.

Hundreds of black thunderbolts, carrying a thick aura of death, bombarded Xiao Xingyun.

All thunder, whether raw or dead, is within the dragon's immune range.

The thunder stopped, and the ruins of the hill below turned into a deep lake.

But Xiao Xingyun's body seemed to have disappeared into the void, and only came out of the void after the thunder and lightning disappeared.

His hair was not messed up, his clothes were not damaged, and it was as if the battle had never happened.

Except for the hill below him, which has turned into a small lake, everything else is normal.

"What kind of weird skills are you practicing? Why can't it hurt you?" Master Shanmao became anxious. He opened his mouth and spit out a small black person.

The villain rose up against the storm, and in an instant he turned into a three-foot-tall golden zombie, with wings on his back and green-faced fangs, and he pounced on Xiao Xingyun like a yaksha.

Lord Yaoguang threw a flying sword. The sword's light was agile and he attacked Xiao Xingyun from behind. He hit Xiao Xingyun's neck several times, but the cut was completely empty, as if he was cutting in the air.

"Hey, how could this happen?"

"This is wrong. Let alone a human cultivator, even an immortal cannot control the power of time and space. Why can he control time and space like eating and drinking?"

Xiao Xingyun smiled strangely at them: "Have you beaten enough? It's my turn now!"