Super Dragon Cultivation System

"By the way, didn't Dong Tianxie know Zhang Xing? We invite him over, maybe Zhang Xing can come back to find him."

Miss Liu suddenly remembered that Zhang Xing and Dong Tianxie had talked in the ring.

"Right right! Go and invite Dong Tianxie to the house..."

The seven aunts and eight aunts of the Liu family were in a mess.

At this time, Zhang Xing kept going all the way from the Central Plains to Mount Xiqi in the southwest.

Thousands of years ago, Dengfeng Mountain was occupied by the Nishizaki tribe and changed its name to Nishizaki Mountain.

Half a month later, Zhang Xing came to Mount Nishizaki.

"I wonder if Brother Farmer is here!"

Zhang Xing frowned when he looked at the old green pine trees all over the mountain.

He and the farmer did not leave contact information in advance, which made him look for it.

There are many races in the southwest region, and there are very few cities, which basically exist in the form of tribes.

It is said that they are all descendants of the bereaved clan. When the king was absent, this clan gradually split into dozens of tribes.

Later, they fought numerous wars in order to grab resources for cultivation.

To this day, the powerful survivors of the gods have not formed hundreds of small tribes.

These people still live in the virgin forest and follow the ancient habits.

Today is the annual sacrifice day of the Nishizaki tribe.

In ancient times, they used the blood of their enemies to pay homage to their ancestors.

Now, their enemies have become other tribesmen who were once an ancestor.

At this time, two long horns sounded on Mount Nishizaki. The people of the tribe were naked and painted with various colorful lines.

They shaved their heads and danced strange dances.

A soaring black dragon is carved on an altar over three meters high on the top of the mountain.

This is the totem of the Nishizaki tribe.

Every year the blood of the enemy is used to worship their faith.

Below the black dragon, a shaggy man was tied with a chain made of cold iron.

This man is exactly the farmer Zhang Xing is looking for.

Originally, the Dengfeng Mountain Tribe had an old friend of his. When he sought refuge, the tribe that didn't want his old friends had been destroyed, and he was arrested as the remnants of the Dengfeng Mountain Tribe.

The farmer was discouraged, and his cultivation base was sealed and could only be slaughtered.

Although it was bad luck, he didn't blame the sky and others, only lamented that he was not strong enough!

The noon sun slowly moved to the center of the world, and the sound of the horn suddenly stopped.

A strong old man with a height of about two meters and wearing a black dragon mask came to the farmer.

He danced with a dagger in his hand and had a sip of wine in his mouth.

With a puff, the wine sprayed into the farmer's heart.

"Master Black Dragon God, your people have prepared delicious blood for you, please taste it!

May you bless us all in peace and safety! "

After he finished speaking, the dagger in his hand flashed coldly, and it was about to pierce the farmer's chest.

"Roar!"

But at this moment, a shattering roar came from the sky.

The old man trembled his arm and looked up at the sky.

Huh!

With a flash of silver light, a giant dragon suddenly appeared above them.

"The dragon!"

The old man was stunned, and everyone else in the tribe stopped all movements and looked at the sky blankly.

With a cry, the old man's dagger fell on the rock of the altar, and it rolled a few times from the steps before it moved.

"Lord Dragon God appeared!"

Many people immediately became excited.

However, the old man was awakened by the movement of the dagger falling, his brow frowned.

"Not the Black Dragon God? He is not our Dragon God!"

The old man pointed to the sky and shouted loudly!

A large part of the remains of gods believe in giant dragons.

But also distinguish the types of dragons.

Some tribes believe in white dragons, some in golden dragons, and some in blue dragons...

In short, as long as it is not the totem of the belief of your own tribe, it is the enemy.

Moreover, the old man soon discovered that this was a real dragon with a young man standing on it.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my Nishizaki tribe?"

The old man calmed down and asked carefully.

"I'm looking for someone!"

Zhang Xing said lightly.

He was attracted by the voice coming from here, and planned to ask about the situation of the farmer brother.

But as soon as he arrived, he saw the locked farmer and asked Long Yinian to stop the old man's movements.

"Ask who are you and who are you looking for?"

The old man guessed that Zhang Xing was probably a member of the Baishan tribe, because the Baishan tribe believed in the white dragon.

But he observed that the dragon in the sky was not a white dragon.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you arrested my friend.

I now order you to release people immediately! "

Zhang Xing looked at the ecstatic farmer, but the cold and murderous voice filled the old man's ears.

Humph!

The old man's heart trembled, with a buzz in his head, he felt that he was suddenly caught in an endless breath of killing.

His cultivation is close to the five peaks of the Divine Realm, and the use of totem secrets can defeat general peak powers.

But at this moment, he was intimidated by a small mid-level fifth stage of the God Realm, and his old face was immediately angry!

"Boy, what are you, do you think you can yell five and six in front of my ancestor Nishizaki by riding a dragon!"

The tribe is holding a memorial ceremony, do not want to fight with you, you leave quickly!

Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! "

The ancestor Nishizaki was the patriarch of this tribe, and he was also a cruel master. If Zhang Xing hadn't been riding a dragon, he would have sent someone to capture him and pay homage to the black dragon god.

"You can pay a memorial service, but you can't use my friend's blood to give you three breaths to release people, or I will... annihilate your Xiqi tribe!"

Although Zhang Xing's tone was plain, the last sentence was full of monstrous blood!

This caused everyone in the Nishizaki tribe to feel agitated.

They looked at Long Yinian at the same time. Zhang Xing was not scary, but the dragon was scary.

Dragons are the gods in their hearts, and they are born with a sense of oppression. Although they are not the black dragons they believe in, they are also gods at that level!

"Boy, don't you think we are afraid of you, we respect the dragon!"

The corner of Nishizaki's eyes jumped.

"Don't talk nonsense, you will die if you don't hand it over!" Zhang Xing stretched out three fingers: "The time for three breaths has come!"

"Hey! It seems that you have to be our enemy!"

The ancestor Nishizaki slowly took off the mask and placed it respectfully on the corner of the altar.

Grab your right hand into the air!

Huh!

A faucet crutch suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Black Dragon Array!"

The ancestor Nishizaki raised his arms, and the leading stick suddenly flashed black, and a large number of black clouds spurted out instantly.

Soon it condensed into a black dragon in the air.

At the same time, all tribesmen in the tribe threw their hands on the ground, put their hands together, and stretched out their heads.

Buzzing...

A strange note was emitted from all the population, floating towards the black dragon in the air.

The illusory dragon body quickly solidified under the blessing of these notes.

Facing Long Yi Nian, the ancestor Nishizaki did not dare to be careless, and used the strongest means as soon as he got started.

Boom boom boom...

At the same time as the musical notes moved, the entire Nishizaki Mountain vibrated.

The black stone carved dragon totems arranged in the dark part of the mountain slowly floated up.

A total of three hundred and sixty black dragon totems!

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