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The underground palace was dead silent.

The stone platform where the coffin was originally placed in the main tomb has been remodeled, and there are more reclining chairs. A certain Jiaoyu sleeps soundly on his side and extracts the dragon energy of the earth to improve himself. There is no fruit, only a large piece of fresh lamb shank to eat, sprinkled with salt to taste fragrant.

After sleeping for a while, I raised my eyelids and looked at the big red candle in the corner.

"Strange, the flames didn't turn green and swayed. I really want to see the legendary ghost blowing candles with my own eyes."

I have nothing to do and just eat every day. If it is not for the sake of earning merit, there is no need to run around. That’s fine. This body’s cultivation is really fast.

The Jiao Nu benefited, and naturally some people suffered heavy losses.

In fact, the weakening of the blue wolf's luck is no different to ordinary people of all ethnic groups in the wasteland. The grazing should continue to grazing, and the fishing should concentrate on fishing. The grassland is enough to support their own cattle, sheep and horses. Unexpected circumstances interrupting the action is not a serious obstacle to normal life, and does not affect the life of ordinary people.

The most influential are those grass-headed kings from all walks of life in the wasteland.

Originally, the Central Plains were weak, but they could go south to capture the territory and capture slaves to strengthen the ethnic group. As soon as possible, they rushed to the emperor’s dream to achieve greatness. Unexpectedly, the spine was broken before leaving. All kinds of things happened to happen and weaken the strength of the tribe, or the weather It is not allowed to be irritable, in short, the plan to expand the territory is completely soaked in soup, and it is still the kind of bitter and unpalatable soup.

As the days passed, the blue wolf in the wasteland was sluggish, and the shamans were exhausted to find the slippery white dragon demon king.

Although they don't know what dragon energy is, they also understand that letting Bai Jiao act is drawing away the spirit of the wasteland!

The next year, the wasteland ushered in the rainy season again.

The dark clouds swept across the ancient wasteland against the green grass on the horizon, and the white rainstorm columns moved forward. In some places, there were no drops of rain, while the rainstorm poured down. The demarcation was obvious. Occasionally, seven-color rainbows can be seen hanging in the sky, which is unique.

The rain column poured northward with the dark clouds, followed by the mist of the wasteland and the grass, and the drizzle continued...

The old trees are incomplete and the mounds are full of flowers and plants, and the rain washes the green grass into the green eyes.

The turf suddenly bulged.

Then the soil came out into a half-sleep, half-awake, confused figure, touched his long hair wet by the rain and looked up at the sky, and then a nutritious nonsense came out.

"It's raining? How long have I slept?"

No magic was used to cover the rain, and soon, the rain wetted her pretty face, her long hair was wet, and there were two crystal drops of water hanging from the little dragon's horn.

Silly standing for a long time remembered to continue to work, put on a felt hat to cover the dragon horns to hide in the wind and rain, and continued to move forward. This wasteland has become a climate and there are still several leylines, all of which must be drawn out of the dragon energy to save the royal family leading their troops to fight everywhere. kill.

In Bai Yu's eyes, all those who shouted about lofty ambitions and dominance all day long were the executioners, who only cared about domineering and completely ignored the bones and those eyes looking forward to returning home.

Find another leyline again and continue to draw away the dragon energy...

south.

Bamboo forest villages can hear chickens and dogs, a peaceful and tranquil paradise.

Yuan's descendants, who once resisted the temptation and chose to stay in the mountains, spread out the ancient animal skin map, and marked on the map what they had obtained from their breath. There was no difference in marking the places where the dragon's energy was taken away by the white dragon. It is through the map that the route of Bai Jiao draws a circle around the wasteland.

The scholar was amazed.

"Wonderful! Really wonderful!"

"First go to its four-legged branch to weaken the momentum, and then enter the middle ancestral vein. It is worthy of being a spiritual beast that was born and raised. It is a blessing for all people to have a dragon to help the emperor to rule the world and unify the four seas and seas."

Yuan's scholar expected Wang Qiguan to understand Jiao's route, and Bai Yu did exactly that.

If you want to completely stop the killing of Qinglang Qiyun, you can only crippling it. First use the Zhongyuan Qiyun to severely wound it, and then go to the four-legged claws. Finally, there is one ancestral vein left, which is easy to deal with.

Time rushes away from the side like flowing water again, and the vegetation withered, green grass and white snow appear alternately.

The leylines indicated by the ancient animal skin map were drained of dragon energy one by one.

If a white footprint is displayed on the animal skin map, it can be seen that it is twisted and twisted in a circle, and the plan is unswervingly executed. Many shamans in the wasteland are still unable to find the trace of the dragon, and they can only watch their ambitions to fight and kill the Quartet gradually become cold.

Qinglang's luck is facing a life-and-death crisis, and he calls on the powerful creatures in the wasteland to take action at any cost...

"Ow~!"

The wolf howls the wasteland, the most unpopular beasts in the wasteland gather their ancestral veins, and the night wolf howls at the moon and winds and clouds.

The sky is gloomy, the wind is low, the grass is low, and the cold and humid air makes the animal skin robes damp. Bai Yu, wearing a felt hat, stands on the top of the grass mound and looks at the uplifted mountains and hills in the distance. This is where the ancestral veins of the wasteland are located, and it is also the last purpose of busy years. In the end, Qinglang's luck will only rely on instinct and will inevitably lose to his own dragon. It can be seen that having a good IQ is really useful.

As far as the eye can see, there are dark green wolf eyes, and more than ten thousand wild wolves gather around.

Bai Yu is waiting, waiting for the wild wolf demon king to appear, and has no interest in dealing with these little minions, although they are delicious.

"It's a bit interesting. In the end, it was not humans but monsters who came forward for the wasteland. I don't know what the difference between the wasteland monsters and the southern wasteland monsters is."

The green grass swayed, and the damp wind mixed with the smell of earth.

The wind was strong, and the felt hat couldn't hold back the long hair, which was blown by the wind. Bai Yu closed his eyes and pondered.

Sudden!

Ding~ The black ankle ring of the ankle makes a metallic sound! Like a warning!

Danfeng's beautiful eyes opened, and in the distance, she saw a grey-clothed, grey-haired, long-faced man who seemed to be approaching slowly but quickly. He had the characteristics of a thick monster, red eyes and pointed fangs, and he looked like a wolf!

Bai Yu also showed the characteristics of a monster, especially the snow-white scales on his face.

Take off the felt hat to reveal two small white dragon horns.

As he got closer, the wolf demon king had a sinister and cunning look in his eyes. His legs were slightly bent and he did not wear shoes to retain the shape of wolf claws. The wolf tail swayed slightly behind him, which was in line with the essence of the wolf clan. How many lives were slaughtered.

"Have friends come from afar."

His voice was low and hoarse like metal friction, and the wolf king cracked his mouth full of sharp teeth and made a smile.

"Wolf King, do you want to stop me?" Bai Yu said with a smile~www.wuxiamtl.com~ hahaha~ How could this king embarrass the beauty, you are at odds with the wasteland people and have never been enemies with my wolf clan, how can this king A confused dream is fighting with you, those people are none of my wolf clan's business! "

"Uh...that's great, it saves you having to fight."

A certain white did not expect that this demon king would not be fooled. He was not interested in the dream at all. He was just like a cruel and cunning wolf king. Yes, it was the ** of the leaders of the royal families in the wasteland who interrupted the luck of the blue wolf. , for the wild beasts, no matter how much tossing it has nothing to do with the beasts, this wolf is not stupid.

The wolf king's eyes swept over Bai Yu's body with lustful emotions, and the corners of his mouth wet his chin.

"But well... I can't let you go as soon as you talk about my wolf clan's territory. If you are willing to be my wife, everything is easy to talk about."

Bai Yu's face is like frost, let's start with the Dragon Spear!

"I think it's better to go to war."

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