New White Snake Asking Immortals

The sword-wielding clone went wandering around again, while the stall-setting clone sat almost motionless.

Maybe a day has passed, or ten days have passed.

The stall-setting clone suddenly opened its eyes and smelled a certain scent with its nose. Then he neatly put away the goods and rolled up the corpse cloth for setting up the stall. He took a ten-foot step and quickly disappeared from the end of the gray line of sight.

On Huangquan Road, the flowers of the other shore bloom silently, and the scattered ghosts on the loess road are at a loss.

When passing by the long dust, I paused for a moment. The dense army looming in the yellow sand were like warriors, broken armor, and broken flags.

Put down the hat and keep walking forward.

After the order was destroyed, the gates of ghosts on Huangquan Road were intermittent, and there were far fewer ghosts than usual.

Normally, it runs on its own, and the ghosts are involuntarily absorbed and transported. The underworld is like a funnel swallowing sea water, but now it is like a slope that has been dry for three or four years. The number of ghosts on the road to the underworld is less than one thousandth of what it used to be, and the ghosts are almost idle.

Most of the ghosts were in a daze, following the team mechanically, and even more were will-o'-the-wisps and fluorescent lights floating around.

Suddenly, the clone heard a quarrel ahead.

The unique aura became stronger and flickered again in the distance.

A gathering place for bad luck.

"Let go! Otherwise you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

"It's really ridiculous. You bastards dare to stand in front of my noble race. Have you forgotten what happened eight hundred years ago?"

Among the dozen or so gangsters, there was a short, stocky, middle-aged man who was trying hard to break free from the iron rope.

The Yin Chaos pulled hard on the iron rope from all directions, and were shaken from time to time. The other Yin Chaos held mourning sticks and occasionally attacked sneakily. Every blow made the short and sturdy man curse loudly, and they were torn between the nobles and the bastards and the ancestors from eight hundred years ago.

The force value of Yin Chai is not as good as that of ghost soldiers. When encountering such people with a little cultivation, they can only wait for the support of ghost generals and ghost soldiers.

Before the ghost arrived, a girl wearing a bamboo hat suddenly appeared next to him.

"Let go, I'll deal with him."

With a light word, more than a dozen iron ropes were released at the same time, and the gangsters were so frightened that they backed away. Not trying to let go of the iron rope but completely out of control.

The stocky man narrowed his eyes and glanced at the clone.

"I really don't understand what's good about being thin and short. That's right. You are all bastards."

He didn't realize that after saying these words, the ghost was cursed...

The pretty face of the clone was as indifferent as ever, and he blinked, immobilizing the short and sturdy man.

"Who! Who is attacking me! Let go! Do you know who my ancestor is! He was invincible in the world eight hundred years ago!"

The stocky man made a fuss, and the clone sniffed the scent.

Taking another look at the missing part of his soul's neck, it was not injured but really missing, as if it never existed in the first place and could not be cured. The familiar aura and unique wound made it easy to determine the cause of his death.

He held his arms with one hand and pinched his chin with the other, looking around carefully.

"You were bitten to death by a dragon."

After speaking, he shook his head.

"It was probably a dragon. It's not like he was bitten to death. You don't have that qualification. It's more like he was trampled to death by a dragon."

The first sentence sounded fine, but the short man's soul trembled after hearing the next sentence. It seemed that being trampled to death would be less honorable than being bitten to death.

Just as he was about to continue mentioning his noble race and ancestors, his mouth was sealed by a spell.

The clone shook his head.

"Some people of the same kind have already succeeded. It would be better if they could transform into dragons. If you can't transform into dragons, you can just practice slowly."

He raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

"It seems that we need to speed up. Countless snake demons in the empire must also be studying the transformation of dragons into dragons. I have a greater chance than the snake demons. Do I want to evolve outside or in the underworld?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a good solution.

In theory, it is easier to evolve outside. Although the space barrier is difficult to cross, there will always be a way.

If he continues to evolve in the underworld, will he become a dark dragon?

The future is unknown, and it is difficult to make the choice that is best for you.

"well……"

After thinking for a long time, I could only sigh.

The ghost generals and ghost soldiers had already arrived, and they did not dare to disturb them when they saw the figure wearing a hat. The ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers stared with big eyes. Only the hazy ghosts and the will-o'-the-wisp fluorescence were not disturbed, and the short and stocky ghost was immobilized and sealed. He was so angry that his eyes rolled around.

The clone turned around and left with his thoughts on his mind, throwing out spells to disperse the ghosts of his ancestors in his head.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at the sinister soldiers.

"If you encounter someone like this in the future, just break up."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared into the yellow sand, perhaps setting up a stall, or looking for a way to transform into a dragon and a dragon...

At the same time, in a remote corner of the wilderness.

It rained continuously all night, the mountain peaks appeared and disappeared in the mist, and the formerly peaceful river became turbulent.

There are countless trees and weeds floating on the river. In the rain and mist, the river surface is filled with lakes and lakes. A green fruit tree floats down from the upper reaches. The fruit tree stands and drifts on the river surface. Perhaps the thick weedy branches carrying the fruit tree are scattered by the waves, and the fruit tree slowly falls over. Half submerged in the water, several small animals on the tree screamed in fear.

There was a large amount of floating firewood piled up in the inlet on the shore. There was a large footprint on the mudflat, and there was a trampled body of a short, stocky man in the footprint pit.

Following the footprints, there are messes scattered around.

Mud-stained old shoes, rough straw hats, coir raincoats, scythes for cutting grass, the heads of three animals, wrinkled and unripe green apples, and a dilapidated altar table that had been overturned to the ground.

Raindrops made the leaves crackle, and flood waves washed floating firewood onto the mudflats again and again.

Through the rain and mist, I could vaguely see a huge figure in the distance in the direction of the farmland, and occasionally there were muffled thunderous roars.

There are obviously huge footprints from the river to the farmland.

There are some river fish, shrimps, crabs and aquatic plants scattered around the footprints, splashing in the rain trying to return to the river.

"Ridiculous! How dare you suspect me of harming both sides of the river! This is an insult to my noble character!"

The rice fields that have been transplanted are sparse with seedlings, and muddy water is flowing on the damaged ridges.

A dragon about ten feet long with four claws roared loudly, and in front of its ferocious mouth were five young male and female monks.

The male cultivator in the middle turned slightly to avoid half of the giant horseshoe crab sprayed from the mouth of the monster dragon.

The demon dragon stands in the rice field with its head bowed and its head held high. Its scales are silver-gray and hornless. Its head and back are covered with bone spurs and hard bone armor. There are also outward bone spurs on the joints of its limbs. It can vaguely mobilize wind, rain and the water of the river. The five people can also After repeated confirmations, I recognized that it was the legendary dragon.

One of the monks frowned.

"Self-proclaimed river god, causing floods to destroy farmland and bridges, extorting tribute from poor people on both sides of the strait, and even promising to pay tribute to boys and girls every month..."

Before he finished speaking, the demon dragon sighed helplessly and rolled his eyes.

"Are you just rookies with no experience in the world of martial arts?"

The five people blushed slightly when they heard this.

The monster dragon raised a paw and pawed a few times. The shower turned into light rain and then stopped.

He glanced at the thatched hut not far away and the old tree tied with red cloth.

The long tail rolled up and landed in the murky muddy water of the rice field. Its scales were not stained by any mud. The monster dragon seemed to be lying casually in the field.

Then he talked to himself.

"I just succeeded in turning into a dragon and decided to go out for a stroll. First I met a catfish who claimed to be the river god. This bad creature dared to attack me, so I killed and ate it."

After speaking, do a thoughtful and careful recall.

"I should not mention that it tastes really good. I ate half of its crab demon and turtle spirit. It feels so full."

"I originally wanted to tell the people that they don't need to sacrifice anymore, but I frightened them. Alas, the three animals don't have much meat in their heads and are too lazy to eat."

"You didn't come when the catfish was doing evil. After I ate it, you blamed it on me. It's unprofessional, very unprofessional."

"If you remember that you have no karma, you won't care."

The water in the rice fields reflects the giant dragon and the blue sky between the clouds.

Bored, he stood up on all fours, shook his body and shook off the mud, water and seedlings.

"Sometimes what you see may not be true. You need to see more to know what is true."