The Peerless Master of the Aura City

The Sanxingdui Secret Realm was finally destroyed, just like the Killing Demon Sect followed Luo Hu to the Immortal Realm, it ceased to exist and was completely submerged in the entire river of history.

And Ye Ling fluctuated with the space, and he didn't know where he was going.

Somewhere in an unknown mountain stream, a young monk was throwing a wooden barrel into the small river, humming his whistle leisurely to match the birdsong in the forest.

Suddenly, the little monk realized that something was wrong, the water from the wooden barrel had a faint red color, even bloody.

The little monk threw the wooden barrel aside at once, and hurriedly walked upstream. Sure enough, a little bit of blood spread in the river.

Ordinary blood would quickly become invisible in the water, but this time the blood was like a thin thread swaying in the river, and was slowly washed away by the flowing water.

The little monk walked quickly, and soon came to a big pond. Sure enough, he saw a naked person soaking in it.

"Hey, why did he appear here?"

The little monk touched his head in doubt, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

The blood trickled out from the man's body, slowly forming a big red mass in the center of the pond.

"not good!"

The little monk exclaimed, his immature voice sounded like a baby.

A black spot in the pond was getting bigger and bigger, and it seemed that it was about to swallow the man's body completely.

The little monk panicked, looked around, and suddenly climbed down to pick up a stone.

"Wow!"

There was a sound of water splashes, splashing in all directions, and layers of waves spread to the surroundings.

The sharp fangs, long whiskers, and ferocious head all tell that this is not an ordinary ferocious beast.

When the body of the man in the corner of the eye was about to be swallowed by the beast, a stone hit the beast's eye heavily.

The fierce beast was in pain, and looked at the little monk angrily, but it was just this one look, and there was a deep sense of fear in his eyes.

"Little black dragon, don't hurt anyone!"

The little monk's cheeks were heavily puffed up, his eyes were wide open, and his immature voice was full of anger.

The ominous beast in the pond turned out to be a black dragon, and the black dragon's eyeballs shrank, and its head lay back all of a sudden.

The black dragon rolled its eyes and looked at the little monk flatteringly, seeming a little scared.

All right, all right, bring me up and you can go.

The black dragon roared loudly, and the man's body gradually lifted into the air, revealing the whole picture of the black dragon.

It has horns like a deer, head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a snake, belly like a mirage, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, palms like a tiger, and ears like a cow.Ninety-nine and 81 scales on the back glisten in the sun, each of which is the size of a washbasin.

This is obviously a real dragon, not like the old flood dragon in the Sanxingdui secret realm, this is a pure-blooded real dragon.

"Keep your voice down, it scares me!"

Heilong placed the man's body firmly in front of the little monk, and blinked his eyes flatteringly.

The little monk muttered a little dissatisfied, and looked at the man.

The man was Ye Ling, and it had been an unknown time since he was swept away by the turbulence of space.

Ye Ling's body was full of tiny wounds, big and small, as if he had been cut open by a sharp dagger. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was hacked into pieces.

"Well, you have to stop the bleeding first! Otherwise, even if you take it to Master, you will lose blood and die!"

The little monk looked at Ye Ling in front of him very annoyed, suddenly the little monk seemed to think of something, his eyes rolled, and he looked at the black dragon that was about the size of a mountain rising up in front of him with malicious intentions.

"Little Black Dragon, I heard that your blood is very effective in healing injuries! Give me some!"

The little monk rubbed his hands, looking at the black dragon with pure eyes.

At this moment, the black dragon wanted to die. He was not in the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the pond, so why did he fly up when he smelled blood?
The result was alright, after finally seeing a person floating on the pond, it seemed that he was not dead yet.

In this deep mountain and old forest, a bird is almost fading out of its mouth, and when it is about to add food, the little monk pops up.

It's not enough to disturb it to eat, but I still want its blood.You must know that dragon blood is precious, but judging by the appearance of this man in front of him, he probably needs a drop of blood essence to recover!
But his blood essence is only more than 100 drops in total, and every drop of condensed blood is extremely unexpected.

"Roar!"

The black dragon growled softly in dissatisfaction, his eyes full of grievances.

"You bully me, your body is so big, you can't bear a drop of blood, you bad dragon!"

The little monk saw that the black dragon was wronged all of a sudden, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, and he became even more wronged.

The black dragon was completely speechless, as if it was being bullied, okay?How come it seems that it bullied the little monk.

The black dragon's huge head shook, and a drop of blood the size of a palm appeared out of thin air.

The drops of blood hit Ye Ling's face heavily, and Ye Ling's face was slightly distorted by the impact, and even a few traces of blood came out, it should be Ye Ling's!
A huge drop of blood touched Ye Ling's face, and suddenly penetrated into Ye Ling's body.

It may be that the black dragon is helpless, but he can't get angry with the little monk when he is wronged, so he can only be rough with Ye Ling.

It's just that he still didn't dare to use too much force. If he broke the porcelain doll that was about to shatter into pieces, the little monk would have to stop eating dragon meat?

"That's good!"

The little monk's face was a bit like a Sichuan opera, and he immediately smiled.

The black dragon let out a low growl helplessly, and then plunged into the pond.

It was afraid that the little monk would find out that Ye Ling's injuries on the ground were not fully healed later, and would say, "Little black dragon, I heard that dragon meat can also cure diseases!"

Dragon blood is indeed very effective in treating injuries, whether external or internal, especially essence blood.

The dragon's blood quickly merged into Ye Ling's body, the wound closed rapidly, and the blood stopped flowing out.

"Anituofo, hehe. Master often said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It seems that I have also built a pagoda!"

The little monk looked very happy and directly put Ye Ling on his shoulders, and walked away briskly in a direction.

It was a very strange scene. The young monk was only about seven or eight years old at most, and his body was very thin, not even half of Ye Ling's.

At this moment, he was actually walking fast against a person who was much older than him.

Not long after, a small temple appeared on the side of a small mountain, with wisps of green smoke floating in the forest.

The little monk walked quickly, stepping heavily on the bluestone steps, and landed at the door after a few leaps.

"Jueyi, didn't the teacher ask you to fetch water? Playful again?"

The little monk stiffened his hands and smiled awkwardly: "Master, I built a seven-level pagoda!"

"A seven-level pagoda?"