New White Snake Asking Immortals

The underground palace is deep and dead silent.

The stone platform where the coffins were originally placed in the main tomb was remodeled, and a deck chair was added. A certain dragon sleeps soundly on his side and extracts the dragon energy from the earth veins to improve himself. There is no fruit but a large piece of fresh lamb leg, which tastes delicious after being sprinkled with salt.

After sleeping for a while, I raised my eyelids to look at the big red candle in the corner.

"Strange, the flame didn't turn green and wobbled. I really want to see the legendary ghost blowing candles with my own eyes."

I have nothing to do every day and just eat. If it is not for earning merits, I don’t need to run around. That’s fine. The speed of this body’s cultivation is really fast.

The dragon girl gains a lot, but someone naturally suffers a heavy loss.

In fact, the weak luck of the blue wolf does not make any difference to ordinary people of all ethnic groups in the wasteland. Those who should graze should continue to graze, those who should fish should concentrate on fishing, the grassland is enough to feed their own cattle, sheep and horses, at most it will happen when they are going out to plunder Interruption of actions by accidents does not seriously affect normal life and does not affect the lives of ordinary people.

The most influential ones are those grass-headed kings from all walks of life in the wasteland.

Originally, the Central Plains was weak, but they could go south to occupy territory, capture slaves, and grow the tribe. They rushed to the emperor's dream to achieve greatness. Unexpectedly, they were interrupted before they left. All kinds of things happen to weaken the tribe's strength, or the weather It is not allowed to be either irritable, in short, the plan to open up the territory has been completely ruined, and it is still that kind of bitter and unpalatable soup.

The days passed day by day, the luck of the wasteland blue wolf was sluggish, and the shamans and wizards were exhausted and couldn't find the slippery white dragon demon king.

Although they don't know what dragon energy is, they also understand that allowing Bai Jiao to act is taking away the spirit of the wasteland!

The next year, the wasteland ushered in the rainy season again.

Dark clouds cling to the sky and green grass sweeps across the ancient wasteland. Columns of white rainstorms move forward. In some places, there is no rain, and in others, the rainstorm is pouring.

The rain column poured down along with the dark clouds to the north, and then the wasteland grassland was filled with mist and drizzled continuously...

The ancient trees are incomplete and the mounds are full of flowers and plants, and the rain washes the green grass into emerald green.

The turf suddenly bulged.

Then a half-asleep and half-awake figure came out from the soil, touched his long hair wet by the rain, looked up at the sky, and then uttered nonsense.

"It's raining? How long have I been asleep?"

No spells to cover the rain,

Soon, the rain had wet her pretty face and long hair, and there were two crystal drops hanging on the little dragon's horn.

Silly standing for a long time and remembering to continue working, put on a felt hat to cover the dragon's horns to hide from the wind and rain, and continue to move forward. This wasteland has become a climatic vein, and there are several leylines. All of them must be drained of the dragon's energy to save those royal families from leading their troops to fight everywhere. kill.

In Bai Yu's eyes, those who yell about ambitions and hegemony all day long are all reckless executioners who only care about hegemony and completely ignore the bones and those eyes looking forward to returning home.

Find another ground vein again and continue to draw out the dragon's energy...

south.

In the bamboo forest village, chickens and dogs hear each other, a peaceful and quiet paradise.

The descendants of the Yuan family who once resisted the temptation and chose to stay in the mountains spread out the ancient animal skin map, and marked on the map what they hoped for. They marked the land veins where the white dragon emptied the dragon's energy without any difference. It is through the map that it can be seen that Baijiao's route has drawn a circle around the wasteland.

The scholar was amazed.

"Wonderful! Really wonderful!"

"Go to its four-legged branches first to weaken the momentum, and then enter the central ancestral vein. It is worthy of being a spiritual beast raised by nature. It is a blessing for all people to have a dragon assisting the emperor to rule the world and unify the world."

Yuan's scholar looked at Qi Guan to understand Jiao's route, and Bai Yu did exactly that.

If you want to completely stop the Qinglang Qi Luck from killing, you can only disable it, first use the Central Plains Qi Luck to severely wound it, then go to the four-legged sharp claws, and finally the remaining ancestral line is easy to deal with.

Time rushes away again like running water, and the withered vegetation, green grass and white snow alternately appear on the stage.

The veins indicated by the ancient animal skin map were sucked out of the dragon energy one by one.

If a certain white footprint is shown on the animal skin map, it can be seen that it twisted around in a circle, unswervingly executing the plan, and many shamans in the wasteland still cannot find the trace of the dragon, and can only watch helplessly.

Qinglang's luck is facing a life-and-death crisis, and he calls on the powerful creatures in the wilderness to take action at all costs...

"Aww~!"

The wolf roars in the wilderness, the most unpopular beasts in the wilderness gather in the ancestral veins, and the wolf howls at the moon at night.

The sky is gloomy, the wind is blowing, the grass is low, the damp and cold air makes the fur coat damp, and Bai Yu, wearing a felt hat, stands on the top of the grass hill and looks at the mountains and hills in the distance. This is where the ancestral line of the wasteland is, and it is also the last destination of the busy years. Naturally, Qinglang's luck will only act on instinct and will eventually lose to him, which shows that it is really useful to have a good IQ.

All you can see is the green wolf eyes, and more than ten thousand wild wolves gather around.

Bai Yu was waiting, waiting for the wolf demon king to appear, and was not interested in dealing with these little minions, although they were delicious.

"It's kind of interesting. In the end, it was not human beings but monsters who stood up for the wasteland. I don't know the difference between the wilderness monsters and the southern wilderness monsters."

The green grass is swaying, and the wet wind is mixed with the smell of earth.

The wind was so strong that the long hair couldn't be held down by the felt hat and was blown wildly by the wind. Bai Yu closed her eyes and meditated.

Sudden!

Ding~ The black ankle ring on the ankle makes a metallic clanging sound! Like a warning!

Danfeng opened her beautiful eyes, and saw a long-faced man in gray clothes and gray hair approaching in the distance. He had strong monster features, red eyes and sharp fangs, and looked like a wolf!

Bai Yu also showed the characteristics of a monster, especially the snow-white scales on his face.

Taking off the felt hat reveals two small white dragon horns.

When we got closer, the wild wolf demon king's eyes were sinister and cunning, his legs were slightly bent without shoes to retain the shape of wolf claws, and the wolf's tail swayed slightly behind him, which was in line with the essence of the wolf clan, and he was full of bloody karma. How many lives were slaughtered.

"Have friends come from afar."

His voice was deep and hoarse, like metal rubbing, and the wolf king opened his mouth full of sharp teeth to make a smile. I don't know which Central Plains person learned the etiquette.

"Wolf King, you want to stop me?" Bai Yu said with a smile.

"Hahaha~ How can this king embarrass the beauty, you are at odds with the wilderness people and have never been enemies with our wolf clan, how can this king fight you for a muddled dream, those people have nothing to do with my wolf clan!"

"Uh...that's very good, so you don't have to go to war."

A certain white did not expect that this demon king would not be fooled, he had no interest in the things in his dreams at all, he was just like a cruel and cunning wolf king, that's right, what interrupted the blue wolf's luck was the desire of the leaders of the various royal families in the wilderness , no matter how hard it is for the beasts in the wilderness, it has nothing to do with the beasts, this wolf is not stupid.

Yin Jie, the wolf king, scanned Bai Yu with his eyes, and his heart agitated, the corner of his mouth wet his chin and Lang Mao.

"However... I can't let you come and go as soon as you say in my wolf clan's territory. If you are willing to be my wife, everything is easy to talk about."

Bai Yu's face is frosty, let's start with the dragon gun!

"I think it's better to go to war."

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