Floating clouds

Chapter 41 The Dragon

Lin Xinglu also turned around and ran away. All he could think about was to go to Wanxueyuan in ten days time. He was not interested in the elixir or monsters in the secret realm. He just wanted to find a place to meditate.

He didn't know where he landed, and he avoided the monsters all the way, but he walked more and more remote, and unknowingly came to a dark place.

The sky is not dark, but the ground is black soil. On the black soil grow black thorns as tall as a person. The thorns have no leaves. On the branches with thick wrists grow thin spikes as thick as fingers. The thorns grow from the front, a mountain rock , the mountain rock is also black, and it is also full of thorns.

Lin Xinglu tried to break a thorn with his hands, but no matter how hard he used his hand, the black thorn was like iron and remained motionless.In a small hole cut in the rock wall under the mountain, it seems that someone purposely made this hole here, just big enough for a person to sit cross-legged in it, so that he could use his sword after the foundation was built. He placed himself in the small hole, Covered himself completely.

The spiritual energy here is extremely strong, every time the mental method circulates for a week, the spiritual energy obtained is several times that of the outside, the spiritual energy feeds the elixir, and the elixir in turn feeds the spiritual energy in the secret realm, endlessly.

He hadn't meditated in such a quiet way for a long time after running around these days, and after sitting down, he quickly fell into a samadhi.

The sun rises and sets, and the fog rises and disperses. In a blink of an eye, seven days and nights have passed.

Lin Xinglu was woken up by the sound of someone talking.

"This place is so rich in aura, there must be a very rare elixir, why don't we search here." Someone hoarsely said.

"Okay, but don't make too much noise. The elixirs are accompanied by monsters to protect them. If we encounter powerful ones, the two of us may not be able to beat them." A cold female voice replied.

The male cultivator with a male duck voice listened to the woman very much. He also tried to break off the thorns, but because of carelessness, his hand was pricked.

The male cultivator scolded: "What the hell is this? It's so hard."

The female nun said: "Keep your voice down."

It turned out to be contrary to expectations, and the voice of Nanxiu had already been heard.

Another group of people rushed over and shouted: "They are here!"

"So what if we're here!" The male duck said in a voice: "A group of defeated generals still have the face to chase after them. It's because they don't feel ashamed enough, or they don't get beaten enough."

A young man said angrily at the voice of the duck.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for your hypocrisy to follow us, how could we be so unprepared, quickly hand over the elixir that you stole from us just now!"

The female cultivator sneered: "That's because you are being sentimental. Besides, you hand it over if you ask. Is your surname engraved on this elixir, or is your name written on it? Call it and see if it agrees." you."

The male cultivator who rushed over was flushed with anger. He couldn't speak as smartly as this female cultivator out of ten, so he didn't know what to say.

"Let's not waste time here, let's quickly find other elixir."

It was Cheng Jun's voice. Lin Xinglu frowned. Just as he was about to go out to meet him, he keenly heard a slight movement.

That sound seemed to come from the stone wall behind him, very soft, like something rolling in dissatisfaction.

Not good, could it be that this man and woman really said that there are more ferocious monsters here.

Lin Xinglu's back against the stone wall couldn't help moving, his hair standing on end.

A few people outside were bickering with each other, and Zheng Huan lit up his weapons in the noisy place, ready to subdue his opponent by force.

The "hissing" sound behind Lin Xinglu was getting closer and closer, he couldn't smell anything, he could only hear the sound of his heavy body dragging slowly forward.

His hand holding the sword was gradually sweating, nervousness pervaded the narrow and small cave, and his clothes were cold behind him.

For seven full days, this monster slept soundly in the stone wall behind him, he didn't hear anything, he didn't even smell a little smell, and he still meditated here for seven days.

I don't know how this monster compares to the peacock buried in the Dragon Valley, but judging by the movement of its body, even if its intelligence is not developed, it is probably not too weak, and it has not been injured.

There was a lot of scolding outside, but he didn't dare to vent his breath, holding the sword tightly, the swimming sound was getting closer and closer, as if it was right next to his ears, and then the stone wall around him rumbled and collapsed into one piece.

Immediately afterwards, a huge dark green body snaked out of the gravel, a pair of deep green eyes looked back at where Lin Xinglu was, crushed on the thorns, and then walked towards the group of monks who disturbed his hibernation .

When he looked back, Lin Xinglu felt cold all over his body, and his whole body went limp. He could see clearly, above those eyes, there was a pair of slightly raised horns.

It is a flood dragon!

And this dragon is almost exactly the same as the dragon on Tang Wan's walking stick.

Seems to be its body.

But why is its body in the secret realm? Could it be that Tang Wan forced the monks to come to feed the dragon!

Treat monks as food for flood dragons!

The thought made him shudder, and the cold sweat drenched his back.

Apart from Tang Wan's cultivation of decent skills, he was more vicious than he thought. For this matter alone, even the crooked crooked nest of evil spirits in the dry sea couldn't beat him.

The people outside were almost frozen, staring blankly at the scene in front of them. Whoever suddenly yelled "Run", woke up one after another, and fled in all directions quickly.

Jiaolong didn't panic, let out a "hissing" sound from his mouth, and swung his huge tail behind him, and circled several people back.

It has great power, and it hurts just a little bit. Lin Xinglu watched Cheng Jun cough up a mouthful of blood, feeling anxious.

He meditated here for seven days, the dragon didn't move, it wasn't that he didn't want to eat him, but it knew that more food would come to his door, it was waiting, waiting to catch it all, waiting to enjoy it.

Cheng Jun was able to jump into the buried dragon valley without hesitation, and he would definitely think of a way to save him.

As expected, Jiaolong treated them as playthings, like a cat catching a mouse, no matter how many people tried their best to greet it, it would not move, only flicking them back and forth with its tail from time to time.

Just like that, several people were dying.

Gradually, Lin Xinglu noticed something strange. This dragon seemed to be very concerned about the mist in the north. Even if its long body was even halfway close to the mist, it would withdraw quickly, as if there was something more terrifying than it in the mist.

What should I do, will I go out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den!

Lin Xinglu bit the tip of his tongue, the stinging pain and bloody smell hit his altar, saving him from the chaos.

After a while, he finally made up his mind and walked out holding the sword firmly.

When Jiaolong heard the movement, he didn't look back, but continued to play his game.

To it, these people are like babies, except for watching them cry and cry, nothing can hurt it.