Heavenly Calamity - Chapter 444

[Chapter 51]

“This is the Dingxi Square!” Qiao Weier stepped out of the boat and stood on a huge square, “A hundred years ago, the Green Alliance wasteland pioneers defeated several main indigenous forces, laid the foundation for the colonization of the West Sea Province, and officially built the West Sea. City, Dingxi is the metaphor of pacifying the West Sea.”

Leng Yun’s eyes swept across, the square was so large it was unimaginable.

If you ride a bright bicycle, it will take about a day and a night to drive from one end to the other at the speed of the bicycle.

This is just a square in the middle of the city, and such a huge scale is really embarrassing.

A huge palace stands proudly at the end.

This is the administrative hall of the main city of the West Sea. It is completely made of expensive white spar. The price of the city hall is just over 100 million gold coins.

It is extremely luxurious, and at the same time it also shows the strong heritage of the Green Alliance, one of the eight major forces in the mainland.

Xihai Province spans three regions, with more than 40 large cities, and the administrative and military center is the palace in front of you.

Qiao Weier informed the main city lord and carried Zhang Mu, who was about to become a stone man, in.

The splendid and majestic hall, with no guards and no one, stands tall in the hall, with a splendid golden throne, and a man with a radiant body sits on it.

Leng Yun couldn’t even see what the other party looked like. This man was very tall, about 5 meters tall, and he could only barely see the outline, because he was as dazzling as a sun, radiating light all over the hall, and his eyes were like stars. Haoyue looked down at the few people who entered the hall.

Qiao Weier gave the others a look: “This is the main city lord, Lord Half-Saint Barton!”

Everyone hurriedly saluted.

The person sitting in the hall had a strong aura that made people tremble. He thought he was the legendary governor of Xihai, but he didn’t expect that he was just a half-sage.

A half saint is as strong as a god, how strong is the power of a saint?

“No ceremony.” The

city lord’s faint voice came from the high hall, echoing in the empty hall, making the air buzzing, making the brain dizzy, and it was almost impossible to resist the powerful pressure.

Zhonghai City Lord Qiao Saibei is the pinnacle of Heavenly Spirit, and he is already close to a faint sanctity, and is very close to the semi-sanctified realm.

However, such a small step, there is a world of difference, a semi-sacred can be worth the number of Zhonghai City Lord.

Qiao Weier did not dare to be disrespectful compared to her own powerful people, and to see the governor of the province, she had to go through the main city lord, “Master city lord, please open the holy mountain and let us meet the wind-chasing saint Hussein in the province. Chief!” The

Xihai City Lord looked down at Zhang Mu, “How can an ordinary person alarm the Governor of the Governor?” Having said this, he slowly shook his head: “Since the Governor of the Governor himself promised, I don’t think so. Dare to stop, the city master will open the holy mountain immediately, please be prepared.” The

three walked into a room behind the main hall.

The whole interior is black, and there are many black stones on the walls.

The city lord raised his hand and controlled the stones with tyrannical force. Like playing a jigsaw puzzle, the stones kept moving, changing their positions, and finally arranged and combined in a strange way to form a strange magic circle.

The whole room vibrated, and power shot out from all directions, and finally landed on the magic circle in the center of the room, tearing apart the void and opening a tunnel.

Thunder roared through the tunnel, and trees and grass could be faintly seen.

This is a secret place.

“Go, Lord Governor is inside.”

Lei Ming was shocked that he actually lived in a secret realm.

The secret realm is a special space between the real and the fantasy realm, in which everything can be fictional compared to the real world, but because of this, the creator of the secret realm is almost omnipotent in the secret realm.

Several people walked into the passage one by one.

The hustle and bustle of the city disappeared in an instant.

This is a giant peak that lifts the sky. It is more than ten thousand feet high. Standing on the top of the mountain, leaning over and looking down, the sea of clouds is sunk far to the foot of the mountain. huge!

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

The top of the giant peak is a magnificent castle. The whole body is cyan, as transparent as crystal. It shimmers under the sun. It is very fine and beautiful. Every tile is engraved with extremely complex groups. of artwork.

Qiao Weier hurriedly knelt down to the castle, and shouted with sincerity and respect: “Meet the Wind Chaser Saint!”

“You are the descendant of the Dragon Slayer Saint? You are indeed talented.” A lazy voice came from the depths of the palace, The tone was light and cloudy, with a sense of detachment from

the

mundane, “I have some friendship with the Dragon Slayer, and it is a blessing for him to have a descendant like you.”

For the Dragon Slayer, Qiao Weier had never even met her ancestors a few times, but she was praised by the Wind Chaser, and she couldn’t help but be very happy.

“Please come in!”

The gate of the castle opened, as if the sluice was released, and a vast burst of cyan energy spurted out, instantly drowning five people.

When the five people reacted, they had been pulled into the hall by the wind attribute force, and the hall door closed on its own.

The hall is not as luxurious as imagined, but there are paintings on the ground, walls, and pillars.

Each painting contains some kind of true meaning, lightness, sharpness, speed… These are all artistic conceptions of the wind attribute, which cannot be painted by ordinary people, and the author must follow the wind.

Leng Yun saw the saint who chased the wind.

Surprisingly.

Hussein the Saint of the Wind, although he is a genuine Holy Spirit, is not as radiant as the City Lord of the West Sea.

With his back to the five people, the saint who chased the wind was wearing a simple and unadorned blue robe. His body and height were no different from a human being. His hair was completely snow-white. He was definitely not young.

This is a blue dragon.

When the finishing touch was completed, Qinglong’s whole body glowed, and a dragon roar was released from the column, and the entire hall was shaken.

Several people looked at each other.

The Wind Chaser is really a strange person. Although he is the governor of Xihai, he has been in seclusion all year round, and no one knows what he is doing.

Now it seems that these years, he has focused on painting.

Hussein nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at a few people.

Although his white hair is white, the face of the Holy Wind Chaser is smooth like an egg, far more delicate than a baby. His appearance is very ordinary, he has a pair of pointed long ears, and a pair of blue eyes hides the changing situation, deep and wise.

Holy Spirit!

This is the Holy Spirit!

Leng Yun couldn’t help feeling a little awe in her heart.

Regardless of race, the Holy Spirit is the pinnacle symbol.

Leng Yun mastered an offensive Holy Spirit skill, so she knew far better than ordinary people, how terrifying the existence of the Holy Spirit Realm was!

Qiao Weier quickly said: “I also ask the governor of the province for help.” The

Wind Chaser said in a calm tone: “The spirit of the dragon and snake bow is the spirit of an old flood dragon that has lived for tens of thousands of years. It takes thousands of years to nurture the venom, which is far more powerful than normal venom. It is a poison without a solution. It is a miracle that you can survive until now, and it also shows that you are not simple.

” The damage was weakened to a certain extent. Jiao is a kind of ten thousand year dragon. Zhang Mu himself has some dragon blood. Although it is not very powerful, it can defuse the poison to a certain extent. More importantly, The Chaos Monument protects Zhang Mu’s spirit and soul, otherwise, even if it can be cured, it will leave extremely serious sequelae.

Qiao Weier hurriedly asked: “Do you have a solution?”

Hussein, the saint of the wind, shook his head: “If it is replaced by the Holy Spirit who is good at healing, or a master of refining medicine, it may not be difficult to get rid of the poison, I don’t I don’t have the healing technique of the Holy Spirit, or the antidote of the master level.”

Several people’s faces changed.

Is there nothing the Holy Spirit can do?

Leng Yun stood up straight and said, “Lord Governor, since you asked us to come here, there must be other ways, right?” The

Saint of Wind Chaser stayed on Leng Yun for a moment and nodded approvingly, “Young human being , you are very brave. Yes, I have a way.” The Wind Chaser paused for a while, and then continued: “In ancient times, a dragon appeared in the West Sea.”

Dragons can be divided into levels according to their lifespans, from low-level to high-level. There are hundred-year-old dragons, thousand-year-old dragons, and ten-thousand-year-old dragons. One-hundred-year dragons refer to dragons that can live for hundreds of years. Most of them are low-level dragon monsters with thin bloodlines. The higher dragon clan can generally reach the strength of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and they can live for thousands of years.

As for the Wannianlong, there are generally two types, one is the sacred giant dragon, and the other is the Flood Dragon. Of course, some Wannianlong aliens that have evolved from the lower dragon race through countless others are not excluded.

Wannianlong is not the pinnacle of the dragon family.

There is an existence called Taizu Shenlong, the ancestor of all dragons in the world, and one of the most powerful creatures in the world, second only to the existence of gods.

“There was an ancestral dragon in the West Sea tens of thousands of years ago. It was an ambitious, greedy and destructive evil dragon, and it was also the founder of the Naga tribe. It once led the Naga tribe to the mainland and set off a new era. This chaotic history is called the ‘Evil Dragon Rebellion’!” The Wind Chaser said calmly: “The strong men of all ethnic groups in the mainland joined forces to take action when the Ancestral Dragon was weak, and the battle paid a heavy price and fell. There were dozens of holy spirits, and he finally killed Zulong. In order to prevent the resurrection of Zulong, the strong people in the mainland stripped the soul of Zulong. As for the body, it was chopped into six pieces and sealed in the sky, south and north, millions of kilometers away from each other.”

“Death . It

takes dozens of Holy Spirits to kill Zulong?”

Several people secretly clicked their tongues, how strong is Zulong!

The Wind Chaser continued: “When the Ancestral Dragon died, countless blood essences were spilled. After the blood of these dragons fell to the ground, after thousands of years of nurturing, the final powerful spirituality and vitality caused them to mutate and grow into plants. The domineering will makes the plant suck up the nearby vitality, turning the area into a vast desert, and the final fruit. Because it was bred by the blood of the Taizu Shenlong, it was named Shenlongguo!”

Leng Yun understood .

Disregarding the danger, Naga deliberately sneaked into the direct jurisdiction of the Green Alliance, just for the dragon fruit in the tribute!