"This is Dingxi Square!" Qiao Weier stepped out of the ship and settled on a huge square. "A hundred years ago, the Green Alliance Wasteland Army defeated several indigenous main forces, laid the colonial foundation for the West Coast Province, and officially built the West Coast City. Calming the metaphor of the West Sea. "

Leng Yun glanced across, the square was so large that it was hard to imagine.

If you ride a bright bicycle, it will take about one day and one night to drive from one end to the other at the speed of the bicycle. This is just a square located in the center of the city. Such a huge scale is really shameful.

A huge palace stands proudly at the end.

This is the administrative hall of the main city of the West Sea, which is entirely made of expensive white spar. Visual inspection is the price of the city hall, reaching hundreds of millions of gold coins. Extremely luxurious, it also highlights the rich heritage of Green Alliance, as one of the eight major forces on the mainland.

Xihai Province spans three domains, with more than forty large cities, and the administrative and military center is the palace in front of it.

Qiao Weier informed the main city owner that Zhang Mu, who was turning into a stone man, carried in.

The splendid and majestic hall has no guards and no one. The hall above it stands a golden throne, and a person who emits light sits on it. Leng Yun can't even see the other person's appearance. This figure is very tall, about 5 meters tall, and can barely see the outline, because he is like a sun, and the light is sprinkled in every corner of the hall, his eyes are like stars. Haoyue, looking down at the people who entered the hall.

Qiao Weier made a look to the others: "This is the Lord of the Lord, Lord Half-Batton!"

The people saluted quickly.

The man sitting on the hall was strong and trembling. I thought it was the legendary governor of the West Sea Line. I did not expect that it was only a semi-holy man. A half-sage is as strong as a god, how strong is the power of the saint?

"No courtesy."

The voice of the city lord faintly uploaded from the high hall, reverberating in the empty hall, the air buzzed, making the brain dizzy, almost unable to counter the powerful coercion.

Zhonghai Chengzhuo Qoseibei is the pinnacle of the heavenly spirit. He is already a little sacred, and very close to the semi-sacred realm. However, such a small step has a world difference. A semi-sacred man can withstand several Zhonghai city masters.

Qiao Weier, compared to her powerful people, dare not have any disrespect. Besides, to see the governor, you must pass through the main city owner. long!"

The master of the Xihai City looked down on Zhang Mu. "Why an ordinary person can shock the Governor of the Governor?" Speaking here, he slowly shook his head: "Since the Governor of the Governor personally promised, I dare not stop. The owner of the city will immediately open the holy mountain, please be prepared. "

The three entered a room behind the hall.

The interior is black overall with many black stones on the walls.

The city owner raised his hand and controlled the stones with arrogant force, just like playing a jigsaw puzzle. The stones constantly moved and changed their positions. Finally, they were arranged and combined in a strange way to form a strange magic array. The whole room trembled, firing power from all directions, and finally landed on the magic array in the center of the room, tearing the void and opening a tunnel.

Thunder and thunder through the tunnel, trees and grass faintly visible.

This is a mystery.

"Go, the governor is in there."

Lei Ming was shocked and actually lived in a secret place. The mystery is a special space between real and fantasy, in which everything can be fictional relative to the real world, but because of this, the creator of the mystery is almost omnipotent in the mystery.

Several people walked into the passage in turn.

The hustle and bustle of the city disappears instantly.

This is an immense peak with a height of over ten thousand feet. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, the sea of ​​clouds was sunk to the foot of the mountain. The giant peak is a towering sky and stands proudly in the sky. huge!

Only Qiao Weier, Leng Yun, Lei Ming, and Zhang Mu walked into the secret place.

The top of the giant peak is a magnificent castle, the body is blue, transparent like crystal, shining in the sun, very fine and beautiful, each tile is carved with an intricate complex, this is no longer a castle, but a beautiful Artwork.

Qiao Weier quickly knelt down at the castle, and shouted earnestly and respectfully: "Meet the Holy One!"

"You are the descendant of the Dragon Slayer? Really good qualifications." A lazy voice came out from the depths of the palace. The tone was light and airy, and there was a detached worldly empty inspiration. He can be blessed to have descendants like you. "

The position of the Windseeker in the Green Alliance is not lost to the Dragon Slayer. Qiao Weier has not even seen his ancestors a few times before, but he is praised by the Windseeker.

"Come in!"

The gate of the castle opened, as if the sluice was opened, and a huge burst of blue energy spewed out, drowning five people in an instant. When the five of them reacted, they had been drawn into the hall by the wind power, and the door closed by themselves.

The hall was not luxurious as imagined, but it was all painted on the ground, on the walls and on the pillars. Every painting contains some kind of true meaning, easy, sharp, and fast ... These are the artistic conceptions of wind nature. The leisurely generation cannot draw such paintings, and the author must follow the wind saint himself.

Leng Yun saw the Saint of the Wind.

Unexpected.

Hussein, the Holy Seeker of the Wind, although as the real Holy Spirit, did not shine as brightly as the Lord of the West Sea. The saint of the chasing the wind is facing the five of them, wearing a simple and unadorned cyan robe, with the same height and shape as a human, hair completely white, and certainly not young, and is concentrating on the paintbrush to complete the final touch of the mural on the column.

This is a blue dragon.

When the finishing touch was completed, Qinglong glowed, and a dragon yin was released from the column, and the whole hall was shaken.

Several people looked at each other.

The Wind Saint is really a weird. Although he is the governor of Xihaixing, he can't live in seclusion all year round. No one knows what he is doing. It seems that over the years, he has focused on painting.

Hussein nodded with satisfaction before turning to look at a few people. Although with gray hair, the face of the Saint of the Wind is as smooth as an egg, much more delicate than a baby. His appearance is very ordinary, with a pair of pointed long ears, a pair of blue eyes with hidden changes, deep and wise.

Holy Spirit!

This is the Holy Spirit!

Leng Yun could not help but have a hint of awe.

Regardless of race, the Holy Spirit is the symbol of the pinnacle. Leng Yun masters an attacking Holy Spirit skill, so he knows far more than ordinary people, how terrible the existence of the Holy Spirit Realm is!

Qiao Weier hurriedly said, "Please also ask the governor to help."

The saint of the wind said in a soft and light tone: "The instrument spirit on the bow of the dragon snake is formed by an old quintessential spirit that has lived for tens of thousands of years. The instrument spirit is bred for thousands of years to be venom, which is far more powerful than normal venom. The death of the middle is a poison without solution. It is a miracle that you can survive to the present, and it also shows that you are not simple. "

Zhang Mu was bitten by the spirit of the element in the state of the elemental body, and the damage was weakened to a certain extent. In addition, Zhang Mu is a kind of dragon. Zhang Mu itself has some dragon blood. Although not very strong, it can eliminate the poison to a certain extent. More importantly, the Chaos Tablet protects Zhang Mu's spirit and soul. Otherwise, even if it can be cured, it will leave extremely serious sequelae.

Qiao Weier hurriedly asked, "Are you sure?"

Hussein, the Holy One of the Wind, shook his head: "If you change to the Holy Spirit who is good at healing, or the master of refining medicine, it may not be difficult to detoxify the poison. I do n’t know the healing of the Holy Spirit. No."

Several people looked again.

Is there no way for the Holy Spirit?

Leng Yun stood upright and said, "Master, Governor, since you asked us to come, there must be other ways, right?"

The wind-seeking saint stayed in Lengyun for a moment, and nodded approvingly: "Young man, you are brave. Yes, I have a way." The wind-seeking saint paused, and then said, "In the ancient times, the West Sea A dragon has appeared. "

Dragons can be divided into levels according to their lifespans. From low to high, there are hundred-year dragons, millennium dragons, and ten thousand dragons. Among them, hundred-year dragons refer to dragons that can live for hundreds of years. Most of them are low-level dragons with thin blood vessels. Millennium dragons have blood vein concentrations. Higher dragons can generally reach the strength of the heavenly realm and can live for thousands of years. As for the ten thousand dragons, there are generally two types, one is the sacred dragon and the other is the dragon. Of course, it is not excluded that some of the ten thousand dragons have evolved from the lower dragons through countless others.

Wannianlong is not the pinnacle of the dragon family.

There is a kind of existence called Taizu Shenlong, the ancestor of the world's dragons, and one of the most powerful beings in the world, second only to the existence of God.

"Xihai had an ancestor dragon tens of thousands of years ago. It was an ambitious, greedy and destructive evil dragon. It was also the founder of the Naga. They once led the Naga to the mainland and set off a The turbulent history is called "the chaos of evil dragons!" The saint of the chasing wind calmly said: "The strong men of all ethnic groups joined hands and shot in the weak age of the ancestors. That battle paid a heavy price and fell. There were dozens of holy spirits that eventually killed the ancestors. In order to prevent the resurrection of the ancestors, the mainland strongman stripped the ancestors' souls. As for the body, they were cut into six sections and sealed in the north and the south, millions of kilometers apart. "

"Dying dozens of Holy Spirits before killing Zulong?"

A few people secretly talked, how strong Zulong is!

The Saint of the Wind Continued said: "The ancestral dragons had spilled countless essence blood when they died. After the blood of these dragons landed, after thousands of years of gestation, the powerful spirituality and vitality eventually made them mutate and grow into plants. The overbearing will allow the plant to exhaust the nearby vitality, and make the square a hundred miles into the vast desert, and finally bears a fruit. Because it was born from the blood of Taizu Shenlong, it was named Shenlong fruit! "

Leng Yun understood.

Regardless of the danger, Naga deliberately sneaked into the area under the jurisdiction of the Green Alliance, just for the dragon fruit in the tributes!