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The evil dragon crouching in southern Xinjiang is eighteen thousand years old!

This is a proverb passed down from the ancient land of southern Xinjiang.

The land of Southern Border, close to Nancai, is a deserted land shrouded in miasma and poisonous fog all year round.

Its terrain is like a dragon, with its claws as mountains, its scales as pits, its horns as peaks, and its beards as black mist.

The long-lasting black mist is extremely poisonous. You can see it everywhere, black and bloody rocks, piled up to form such a terrifying and forbidding bad land.

As far as the eye can see, there are pieces of rotten swamps with black blisters, which seem to be boiling.

Gu——

Gu——

Gu——

Black blisters burst one after another, with strong malice and a little bit of filth, covering this vital and desolate land.

A majestic black tiger stepped on the black and blood-colored rocks. The tiger's body was extremely sensitive and shuttled through the poisonous gas and mist.

This black tiger is walking with a hint of black light, and its body is like a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, as if it is freehand and leisurely, passing through the dangerous scenes one by one.

This seemingly peaceful and deep southern border is extinct all year round, and can be described as murderous at every step. Ordinary warriors who enter alone will usually never return, and many will die.

But this black tiger walks with ease and naturalness, traveling freely to such bad lands. In addition to its extremely powerful magical powers, it also has a thorough understanding of this southern land.

Wisps of black divine light rose from under the claws of the black tiger.

In a moment, the tiger's body slowly stopped in front of a mountain cave deep in southern Xinjiang.

At the door of Shanfu Cave, there is a stone plaque hanging, which reads: Wollongong.

Between the lines of the words, the rising and falling of the strokes are like the roar of a dragon, echoing along the shores of Wollongong.

Black Tiger stared at the stone plaque and looked at it intently for a while, feeling like a mountain of killing evil and a sea sweeping across it.

Black Tiger couldn't help but shake his head and said: "This old dragon... a lifetime of demonic obstacles has been impure for thousands of years. It's a pity that he has true dragon blood, and it's a pity for the fate of this life."

As it said that, it looked at the stone door that gradually opened. Under the traces of pure dragon aura, there were several dragon grass and phoenix mushrooms growing in the ephemera. The little auras came out of the darkness, making them extremely eye-catching.

"Old man...old man..."

"My old friend is here, are you avoiding seeing him?...are you also avoiding...not seeing him..."

The faint sound of black tigers rises and falls in the gloomy mountains, and the endless black mist and poisonous smoke rise and fall several times amid the roar of tigers and thunder.

Groan——

Groan——

After a strange silence, the clouds and mist suddenly stirred and turned into a huge whirlpool, involving the aura of disaster within a thousand miles radius.

It is as deep as the endless black abyss, and as strange as the endless nine secluded places.

It was a behemoth that suddenly came to life. Its strong aura was like substance, stirring up the essence of heaven and earth, pressing heavily on the southern border.

"Old friend?"

A low voice, accompanied by a few dragon roars, sounded in Heihu's ears.

"I...I..."

"How...don't you remember that you are such an old friend!"

The giant creature murmured in a low voice.

Every word and every sentence is as heavy as a mountain, and the innate power of the dragon seems to put Zhou Za's scene into a different situation.

This is the power of one word to change the world!

Black Tiger's tiger face showed a few smiles, but he didn't care about the changes this week.

Just a tiger's body, lying on a blood-red rock, its claws clasping the rock wall, slightly hanging down.

Black Tiger sneered: "As expected of the blood descendant of the ancient poisonous dragon, the son of the ancient evil dragon... My old friend's talent and temperament are not even 7, which really puts me, a mediocre person, to shame!"

Having said that, the bloodline of this black tiger can be traced back to the ancient mythical beast, and it can be said to be extremely talented. Among the Nuo Da Yao Clan, it is a natural resource, and it has the aura to prove the way of the heavenly demon, and it can be the true seed of the demon clan.

one.

"Who are you?"

The voice of this son of an evil dragon trembled suddenly.

"Wuyu, Wuyu, I haven't seen you for thousands of years, and you have completely forgotten me. How embarrassing is this for my old friend!"

This black tiger's face showed a touch of amusement, looking at Wollongong jokingly.

"Thousands of years...thousands of years..."

Ordinary creatures do not have a lifespan of thousands of years!

Except for some special races, ordinary living beings who have achieved the Pure Yang Spirit can only live for ten thousand years.

"Are you...Xuan Qi?"

Wuyu suddenly spoke, and the deep roar of the dragon was swept by gusts of wind.

Extremely tyrannical spiritual cultivation can even distort reality.

"No... you are not Xuan Qi. Xuan Qi's cultivation is not as weak as yours. Tell me, who is the master behind you? Most people don't know that I am... the son of an evil dragon..."

Suddenly, the wind and clouds in Wollongong surged, and thunder criss-crossed. The black tiger looked calm and composed, as if he didn't care at all about the anger of a young evil dragon.

The sinful dragon bears the sins of the true dragon and bears the misfortunes of the heavenly dragon. It is difficult to find a dragon treasure among the thousands of dragons. It is the sinful dragon that was born from the blood of hundreds and thousands of true dragons.

The ancient poisonous dragon was conceived in the sun. It was a powerful dragon clan that was once comparable to the three-legged golden crow and the sun god bird. Although it is called a 'poisonous dragon', it was born by gathering the essence of the sun, and its whole body is burning.

An innate divine beast that burns the essence of the sun.

How weird and weird the combination of an ancient evil dragon and an ancient poisonous dragon would be!

When he was born, he was a top ancient being at the level of Heavenly Demon.

Wuyu's indifferent gaze has already explained the ostracism he should receive as a monster.

A majestic and ten-thousand-year-old dragon can only huddle up in the remote and dark ancient land of southern Xinjiang. Its profound meaning is really thought-provoking.

'Xuan Shiqi' sneered: "Old friends of many years, I never thought that we would meet again in such a situation. In the past, we were all evil, but now we are in such a situation. No one could have imagined..."

The arrogance and reserve in the words and even the familiarity in the tone made Niilong Wuyu even more irritated.

Wuyu became angry from shame and said: "Xuan Qi... you have tried so hard... aren't you just trying to expose my scars?"

boom--

The earth shook and the mountains shook, layers of Wolonggang rock walls cracked, and countless fine sand flew across.

Groan——

Groan——

Feeling the fierce anger of the evil dragon, the black tiger looked up to the sky and roared.

The cultivation of the soul to survive a calamity and the tyrannical aura of mana can easily disrupt everything around him.

The black tiger's eyes flashed red as he watched the rocks falling off one after another, and a ferocious black dragon entrenched at the bottom of Wollongong. The ink-colored scales each had a withered charm, and there was no trace of emotion in the cold dragon eyes.

This is the true body of Nielong Wuyu, the Nielong that has been sleeping underground for thousands of years, the indestructible true body that has been painstakingly polished.

The black dragon soars into the sky, its whiskers spread out, its breath turns into wind, its breath turns into rain, and the wind and rain boil, this is the symbol of a true dragon.

Xuan Shiqi slowly stopped whistling and said, "You are finally willing to come out and see me."

"Old friend... I don't hesitate to meet the Emperor of Yin when I meet you. It really puts our old friendship to shame."

Nielong Wuyu said indifferently: "What is your cultivation level? Isn't this your true body?"

"That's right. With your level of cultivation at the Heavenly Demon level, there is no place for you in the land of Kyushu."

Xuan Qi said calmly: "Of course...the Jiuzhou Dharma Realm is so powerful. The handiwork of the ancient kings is not something that a mere celestial demon like me can compete with."

The way of the demon race and the heavenly demons is as good as the way of heaven and man!

This black tiger turned out to be an absolute powerhouse of the demon clan, a powerful person with the level of a heavenly demon.

However, such a powerful person was avoided by the land of Kyushu like a tiger.

He had no choice but to use his secret skills and use a little bit of spiritual sustenance to transform himself into the land of Kyushu.

"Um……"

The blood descendant of the ancient Poison Dragon and the son of the ancient Evil Dragon, the Evil Dragon Wuyu is undoubtedly unique in his cultivation. A person with the Heavenly Demon level may be able to become an ancestor outside the Nine Provinces, but within the Nine Provinces he has to hide his tail between his legs and run around in confusion.

Niilong Wuyu mocked: "So that's it..."

"The incarnation of a heavenly demon is willing to waste a lot of blood and energy just to see me, right?"

This southern border is located on the edge of Kyushu, almost at the border of Kyushu. It is the time when Kyushu's legal realm is the strongest, but also when its legal realm is at its weakest.

The incarnation of the sky demon went straight to the southern border, only to see the evil dragon. The thoughts of this black tiger are becoming more and more difficult to fathom.
To be continued...