Dragon Inside

In the vast desert in the northernmost part of the Western China, there is a stretch of mountains that traverse thousands of miles. Although the aura in this mountain is still thin, it is far beyond the rest of the West.

In this mountain range, there are a large number of stone houses, which are undulating between the mountains. When you look far away, it is like a rocky world. Only the stone houses in the eyes are in your eyes.

Here is where the spirit is!

At the very center of the whole mountain range, there is a towering stone tower. This stone tower is not known by the material. The tall tower has an imposing silver rune, just like a head plate on the tower. Real dragon, looks very majestic!

At the top of the stone tower, in a wide and luxurious hall, a group of airy and dignified figures sit together. When you look at it, dozens of people in this hall are not repaired below the spiritual world. In the later period, there are even some half-step ancestors, and even the righteous monks!

"How is the preparation of the matter? With such a big movement, the Hanshan tribe should be aware of it."

In the quiet hall, an old voice suddenly sounded. Although the sound was very light, it clearly fell into the ears of the people here, making everyone look bright and looking at the hall.

I saw it at the top of the hall, and there was a stone sculpture that looked like a scorpion monkey, but with a fang that was beyond the ape, plus a pair of lifelike wings behind it. It’s amazing to go up!

Under this stone sculpture, an old-fashioned white-browed old man sat alone, although he was just sitting there, but the atmosphere of the body was faintly exuded, but it was like being able to suppress the heavens and the earth, and there was a boulevard between the breaths. It is the unique pressure of the Taoist monk!

"When you return to your ancestors, the monks in the family are very secretive. They should have no awareness of the Hanshan tribe for the time being. It’s just that this matter will not last long, and it will show the wind."

As the voice of the old-fashioned old man fell, a middle-aged man with a national character face immediately looked up and sighed.

"It is no problem, this action is the three shots of the refining spirit, even if they are aware of the Hanshan tribe, it is only in vain. After a thousand years of rest, it is time for them to despair."

The old-fashioned old man's look is calm, faintly open, and there is a flash of light that sees through the world, and the body has a vicissitude of breath.

"This action, it is necessary to strike in the middle, to completely wipe out their Hanshan tribe from the West China, and let the tribes outside know that in this land, who is the master!"

The voices of the old-fashioned old man spread throughout the hall, and the monks who sat underneath the famous plates were all shocked by the body, and the face appeared a frenetic color, which was repeatedly called the reconciliation.

"Just... the little girl of the Hanshan tribe has been active among the various tribes recently. It seems that she wants to cure her grandfather's injury. If it is left unchecked, I am afraid that it will give birth to some other evils." The man’s brow was slightly wrinkled, and he said with some concern.

"The injury of that old thing can be cured without being so simple." After hearing his words, the old man with white eyebrows first sneered, and immediately began to speak.

"What's more, my ancestors have already passed orders, let Xiaoguo take people to kill the little girl of the Hanshan tribe. It should not take long before there will be news."

After the words of the old man of the white eyebrows, the middle-aged man with the face of the Chinese character was loose, and he nodded with confidence.

"There is no problem with Xiaoguo Dao’s personal shot."

The middle-aged man was opening his mouth, and the white-browed old man sitting on the top of the plate suddenly changed his look. When the long sleeves suddenly swung, a ray of light quickly appeared in front of him.

As soon as the light appeared, it was full of **** suffocation, and the **** tumbling room slowly turned into a blood man of the size of the inch, and the appearance was the same as that of the ink!

"Oh, save me! Save me!! Save..."

The **** little man’s mouth screamed in horror, but before he could say a few words, it was blasted, turned into a **** light, dissipated from the old body, only the fearful mourning Still reverberating in the hall.

For a time, the entire hall was caught in a strange death, everyone looked at the place where the blood was dissipated, and the eyes were filled with an incredible look.

"Small... Xiaoguodao, he... fallen?!"

A thought that shocked everyone emerged from the minds of the people. Many of the monks in the hall sucked up the air, and when the heart trembled, a breath of horror to the extreme suddenly spread from the white-browed old man.

"Fruit!!"

The look of the old man with white eyebrows screamed, and when he sipped in his mouth, his hands swiftly slammed and slammed toward the stone sculpture in front of him.

Under the finger of the old-fashioned old man, the stone sculpture unexpectedly opened his eyes, and the blood in his eyes flowed, turning into a shocking blood, bursting out of the tower and rushing into the sky!

Almost at the moment when the **** light rose from the sky, Luo Yang, who was far away from thousands of miles away, suddenly felt a slight shock, as if he had noticed something. When his face changed slightly, he suddenly looked up and looked at the sky.

I saw the original blue sky, and now it turned into a **** color, from the thick and extremely **** color, with a huge pair of eyes staring at Luoyang!

"kill!!!"

A scream of thunder and thunder rang from above the nine days, echoing in the heavens and the earth, a lot of blood suddenly emerged from Luo Yang’s body, and the scarlet blood converges continuously, forming a top of Luo Yang’s head. A **** 'kill' word!

With the formation of this 'kill' word, the blood on the sky gradually disappeared, but the word 'kill' on the head of Luo Yang has become more intense, just like a drop of scarlet blood is constantly flowing. In general, it looks very scary!

"Killing the Order... This is the killing order?!"

Looking at the **** ‘kill’ word on Luo Yang’s head, the chilly look on the side suddenly changed, as if I saw something terrible, even the voice was full of fear!

"Killing the Order? It is a loud name. Just don't know, this so-called killing order can kill me..."

Luo Yang heard the words, his eyes flashed slightly, and after condensing the **** for a moment, he sneered.