The Wilderness of Moxi, located in the prehistoric Northern Continent, is vast and boundless, like a blue-yellow world dotted with countless forests and rivers. It has pure spiritual intelligence and vast vitality. It is a famous blessed place in the Northern Continent.

The Big Python Mountain is located in the center of the Moxi Wilderness, and is the place closest to the location of the dragon energy in the earth. The mountain is steep and the cliffs are tens of thousands. The cold wave energy condenses on it and turns into countless streams like billions of snakes and snakes.

, a harsh sound like the friction of gold and iron kept coming out.

Densely covered with strange rocks, the mountains are winding, and numerous peaks rise one after another. The entire Python Mountain is like an ancient python with its scales erect, holding its head high and revealing its core, glaring coldly at all sentient beings.

As the uncrowned king of the Moxi Wilderness, the Earth Dragon Clan’s eyes are spread all over the Moxi Wilderness. Therefore, when they saw the mighty Dragon Lord with thousands of golden lotuses blooming under him, the Earth Dragon Clan lurked in the wilderness one by one.

The people of the Dragon Clan hurriedly fled to their ancestral homeland.

All members of the Earth Dragon Clan have python heads and bodies, and are covered with fine scales. They are ugly but somewhat majestic. After all, they have the noble bloodline of the ancestor Canglong.

Today, the leader of the Earth Dragon Clan is named 'Mo Jian', who is the long-famous Taiyi Power. Although Mo Jian's cultivation has not improved for hundreds of thousands of years, the Earth Dragon Clan's important treasure to suppress luck is the 'Sky Snake'.

The staff has always been in Mo Jian's hand and has been refined by him. Mo Jian used this treasure to kill an Earth Dragon clansman who wanted to challenge him. Only then could he sit firmly in the position of the clan leader for more than ten years.

Thousands of years.

It is precisely because of this top-level innate spiritual treasure that the Earth Dragon Clan has become a powerful clan that dominates the entire Moxi Wilderness. No one dares to question it at all.

In front of him, on the top of the Big Python Mountain, Mo Jian was sitting on the throne on the high platform of the Python Dragon Palace, expressionlessly listening to the report of the Earth Dragon tribesmen below.

He has a slim figure and a face between thirty and forty. He is wearing a dark gown. A snake head with a snake's snout is drawn on his chest. A slender staff of about ten feet is stationed in his right hand.

On the ground, there is a golden snake entrenched on it. The snake bites a pure and flawless orb. The fine snake scales are attached to the orb, blooming with a scorching brilliance like a star.

"Buddhist people..."

Since receiving the dragon clan's canonization 30,000 years ago and becoming a subsidiary race of the dragon clan in the prehistoric continent, Mo Jian was fortunate enough to be received by the Moliu Dragon King, read some of the dragon clan's collections, and learned something about the hidden great forces in the prehistoric world.

Although Buddhism was not taken seriously by the Dragon Clan, Mojian could see the power of Buddhism from the Dragon Clan's collection of books. At least the sentence "Amitabha, the founder of Buddhism, whose cultivation is unknown" made Mojian think about it.

All the big forces with names in the prehistoric world are clearly recorded in the Dragon Clan's collection. Only Dao Zu Hongjun, Demon Zu Luohu and a few others have vague records. The same is true for Amitabha. Naturally, Mo Jian knew about this stranger.

The great power is absolutely extraordinary.

He frowned, and according to the report from the spies, the other party's cultivation level was the Taiyi realm. At the same level, Mo Jian was naturally not afraid of holding the top spiritual treasure. However, Mo Jian was extremely taboo about Amitabha. After all, he was the capital of the Dragon Clan.

Mo Jian did not want the Dragon Clan to be destroyed in his own hands, as he was not willing to offend anyone easily.

"If you are just passing by, then everything will be fine, but if the other party is coming towards our Dragon Clan, then..."

A cold light flashed across the golden vertical pupils, and the Heavenly Snake Staff in Mo Jian's hand lightly hit the ground of the Python Dragon Palace. A slightly sharp roar sounded, and the entire Python Dragon Palace seemed to have turned into a living thing.

The wall depicting countless snake-shaped seal scripts squirmed, and nine Taiyi clan members from the Earth Dragon clan appeared at the same time, arrayed around Mo Jian.

"Let's go and see what the Buddhist man wants."

Holding the Heavenly Snake Staff in his hand, Mo Jian walked towards the outside of the Python Dragon Palace with an indifferent expression. After Mo Jian stood up, the Earth Dragon Clan members of the Nine Taiyi Realm looked at Mo Jian in front of them, with various expressions flashing across their faces.

He was indifferent, cold, and angry, but after seeing the Heavenly Snake Staff with a golden snake entwined in Mo Jian's hand, they all turned away their expressions and followed Mo Jian expressionlessly.

...

Here, thousands of golden lotuses are floating under him, and three mutually reversing dragon-patterned halo wheels behind Long Zun's head are slowly turning. With each turn, vast Brahma light scatters along with the Zen sound, and countless creatures and beasts are bathed in Brahma light.

A touch of Zen appears on the face that may be ferocious or terrifying, and he follows Long Zun step by step, converging into a dark tide, heading towards the Big Python Mountain.

Deep in the earth, an Earth Dragon tribesman manifested his true form, with a python-headed body and a look of struggle on his face. Mana surged around his body, and the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled, smashing the golden lotuses floating around.

But one was chopped into pieces, and two more floated up. As the Zen sound between heaven and earth became louder and louder, the struggling expressions on the faces of these Earth Dragon Clan people slowly subsided, replaced by a trace of anger that had not appeared since their birth.

The color of compassion.

In the distance, a gray-white mysterious light was like a dam, blocking countless golden lotuses falling in the sky. The vitality in the void condensed and turned into countless winding and crawling pythons and scorpions, and a sharp and noisy hissing sound was heard.

It was like the sound of pig iron rubbing against each other and the bursts of Zen Sanskrit sounds canceling each other out. In the golden light particles scattered all over the sky, Long Zun stepped on the green and white thousand-leaf lotus flower and slowly fell to the front of Dragon Python Mountain. He looked at the rows of

The Mojian Ten people opened.

"The poor monk Longzun, I have met all the donors."

"Dragon Lord?" Looking at the majestic Dragon Lord in front of him, accompanied by dragons and elephants on the left and right, the celestial snake staff in Mo Jian's hand bloomed with brilliance, triggering many storms and blowing the cassock on the Dragon Lord's body.

Taking a step forward, Mo Jian looked at Long Zun and said slowly: "I wonder what your friend from the west does for coming to my Big Python Mountain?"

"Amitabha, the World-Honored One is sitting on Mount Sumeru, silently calculating heavenly secrets. He said that the earth dragon clan has a destiny with our Buddhist sect, and specially sent poor monks to come to receive all the donors."

The unhurried words came out of Long Zun's mouth, and a thunder seemed to resound in the void. The expressions of the ten Mojian people opposite them instantly darkened. They did not expect that the Buddhist sect would be so bold, and even wanted to conquer the entire Earth Dragon Clan.

"Fellow Taoist, please don't be joking. Our Dragon Clan is affiliated with the Dragon Clan. By acting like this, have you ever wanted to be an enemy of our Dragon Clan?" With a sharp shout, Mo Jian waved the Heavenly Snake Staff gently in his hand, and the remaining in the void was

Countless pythons and insects neighed and gathered under Mo Jian's body like a tide.

A black snake tail as thick as a mountain was revealed in the void, and then a huge, star-like terrifying snake head lifted Mo Jian high from among the ten people, and a pair of broken golden vertical pupils turned into jet black at this time.

Mo Jian, whose mind and spirit were completely integrated with the Heavenly Serpent Staff, exploded with a majestic aura, and endless dark clouds and lightning rolled in from above, like an abyss, slowly submerging the Dragon Lord, who was glowing with pale golden Brahma light.

"Amitabha!"

There was no expression on his face. Dragon Lord clasped his hands in front of his chest, and the three circles of dragon-patterned halo behind his head trembled gently. The endless holy holy Brahma light lit up in the void accompanied by the magnificent Zen sound. The great bank was pure, grand and brilliant, and it looked like a square.

The true and false Pure Land Dharma Realm emerges at the feet of the Dragon Clan, a land of billions of Buddhas, tens of billions of Bodhisattvas and Arhats singing and preaching, and bursts of Zen sounds, easily erasing the boundless darkness.

"The donors must have misunderstood my Buddhism. I also ask the donors to go with me to my Western Paradise. After paying homage to my Buddha, the World Honored One, the donors will understand."

"It's a lot of nonsense, can we come back when we get to that paradise world!" Next to Mo Jian, an Earth Dragon clansman wearing black armor and a magic blade on his waist said coldly. A pair of narrow snake eyes stared at the Dragon Lord coldly,

The dark magic blade on the side of the waist slowly unsheathed.

"I've seen you unhappy for a long time. How dare a Western elementary school dare to act so recklessly in our Big Python Mountain!"

As the top Taiyi second only to Mo Jian in the entire Earth Dragon Clan, Mo He stood up at this time to weaken Mo Jian's momentum. Mo He could see that Mo Jian seemed to have some scruples in his heart, unlike in the past where he started talking about disagreements.

Killing.

But this time is the best time for him to fight for the leadership of the Earth Dragon Clan. Secretly, Mo He has made an agreement with the other four Earth Dragon Clan Taiyi. If he acts more decisively at this time, he can repel this Buddhist visitor.

, Namo He's own momentum will definitely increase greatly in the Earth Dragon Clan, and he will be more confident in the fight for the next clan leader.

"I have never heard of this Buddhist sect, but since Mo Jian is so afraid, it means that he has a lot of background. I don't need to kill this kid. As long as I can defeat this Buddhist kid before Mo Jian, I can naturally complete my plan.

." His cold eyes glanced at Mo Jian, who was standing high on the snake's head. The dark magic blade on Mo He's waist was completely unsheathed, and a long dry groan came out.

"An idiot."

Above, Mo Jian naturally understood Mo He's plan, but Mo Jian had no intention of stopping it in his heart. This was because the Dragon Lord in front of him gave Mo Jian a sense of crisis that he had not seen for a long time. Even with the top-level weapon given by the Dragon Clan in his hand,

Lingbao could not completely dispel the premonition of death in Mo Jian's heart.

"Perhaps this is the catastrophe for our dragon clan."

The Heavenly Snake Staff in his hand suddenly felt a little struggling at this time, as if this top-level spiritual treasure that had been refined by himself had already foreseen the bleak future of the Earth Dragon Clan and was about to leave the Earth Dragon Clan at this time.

His eyes contracted sharply, and the mana in Mojian's body was poured into the Heavenly Serpent Staff, soothing the top spiritual treasure. Then, Mojian quickly moved his eyes and looked at the Big Python Mountain behind him. This look made him

Mo Jian was thunderous, with an incredible look on his face.

Under the reflection of Mo Jian's pupils, the once strong luck of the Big Python Mountain was constantly squirming at this time. The originally gray luck turned into a dark color at this time, gloomy and depressing, and a thick aura of calamity wrapped around it, as if

Countless cold chains have wrapped the entire Python Mountain tightly!
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