Chapter 1721

The Thunder Dragon is still thundering and shining.

At this moment, Xiao Yao suddenly realized that Xue Jiao in his divine consciousness was in a state of turbulence.

All the men, women and children in the village came out of the house.

The Thunder Dragon, perched in the sky, roared and hissed, and its whiskers fluttered.

The people in the village raised their heads and looked at the dragon, but the expression on their faces was very calm.

No panic, no fear.

Not even a hint of surprise.

However, the expression on these faces seems to be dignified.

Even if it's a child, it's the same.

It's hard for him to imagine that these people, including the elderly and children, are just like enemies in this situation.

What makes him feel more difficult to understand is that in everyone's eyes, the flames of war are burning.

As if a soldier, heard the bugle of preparing for the charge.

One by one, clench your fists.

Above the sky, the body of the dragon is still changing. Now, it is hundreds of miles long.

Thunderbolt after thunderbolt not only did not cause any damage to the dragon, but also made its body more beautiful and its breath more terrible.

In the face of such an apocalyptic change, Xiao Yao was surprised by the calmness of these people.

When the huge faucet, close to the earth, opened its mouth, burst out a pillar, hit the ground, several middle-aged men looked at each other, all of them took off to meet the pillar.

The powerful power contained in the pillar made Xiao Yao, who had already entered the cultivation of the eight immortals, shudder.

It was a tremor from the depths of the soul.

If it wasn't for his appearance in the world as a virtual image, he would not be hurt at all, and he would surely run away.

His intuition told him that the pillar of light on the sky now is definitely not comparable to his own strength.

However, the middle-aged men all hit the post with fists.

After a few punches, the electric column was smashed.

However, it is a few electric pillars, toward those middle-aged men who are in mid air smashed in the past.

At this time, an old man on the ground took a step forward.

A few young men of half age brought him a table.

Several children brought him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The old man picked up the brush in his hand, and the black ink in the inkstone, as if given life, hung on the white brush along a curve.

Then, the old man began to wave the ink. The ink fell on the white paper and bloomed.

just a flourish of the pen and it 's done!

A murderer's Totem is on the paper.

Xiao Yao slowly approached and looked at the totem on the white paper. For a moment, he felt as if his soul would be swallowed by the fierce beast on the white paper.

The fierce beast looks like a tiger, but it has bat like wings. It has only a layer of sebum and can see the abrupt bones. However, it is much bigger than the bat's wings.

In ancient times, the fierce beast was poor and strange!

Xiao Yao immediately thought of a fierce beast recorded in Shanhaijing.

As the golden light continued to wave, the paper suddenly shook its body and came out of the white paper. Its body kept enlarging. At last, it was about tens of miles long. It flapped its wings and flew up to the sky. With a roar, it rushed towards the Thunder Dragon in the air.

The two animals collided with each other, and there was lightning and thunder in the sky.

A majestic air engine is rippling in the air.

Everyone just watched the scene quietly.

In addition to the sound of bursting in the air and the hiss of the fierce animal Thunder Dragon, no one spoke.

The child with the windmill Xiao Yao had seen before suddenly raised the windmill in his hand.

When the windmill turns, it turns faster and faster. Gusts of wind also blow away. The wind convolutes the wind blades, just like the blood storm Xiao Yao had experienced before.

At least, it brings Xiao Yao the same breath and pressure.

Xiao Yao really wants to swear.

Mud horse, what is this place?

How powerful is a little boy?

If you put it on the earth, it can destroy a world, OK?

Xiao Yao suddenly surprised to find that even a child in this village, the strength is not what he can imagine.

If it is said that Xiao Yao can make a wind blade, he can clap his chest and say that he can definitely do it, but he definitely can't make such a powerful wind blade similar to the blood storm.

With such strength, you can kill yourself.

He covered his chest with one hand and wanted to vomit three liters of blood.

He became more and more curious about where it was.

Is this the fairyland?

All the people who live here are immortals?

Otherwise, how could they have such strength

How to say, he is also an eight fold master now, but staying here, he has a very depressed feeling.

It's like a child watching a group of adults fighting. If it wasn't for the fact that he was just a virtual image, he wanted to run away immediately, for fear that he would be affected by them.

But for a moment, the Thunder Dragon suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed the giant beast qiongqi directly.

Those vigorous winds beat back some thunder dragons, and even rolled away some thunder and lightning on them. The shape of those thunder and lightning looked like the scales of a real dragon.

The Thunder Dragon gave a rather shrill roar.

However, after a short period of pain, the Thunder Dragon pounced on the village again.

Another old man clutching a crutch came out of the crowd.

He looked at the dragon with scorn in his eyes.

It seems that it is not a Thunder Dragon stretching for hundreds of miles, but a hopping earthworm.

The old man lost his crutch and had a golden brush in his hand. He was writing in the air with frost on his face.

The golden handwriting became a golden awn, hovering in the air in front of the old man.

"The wind is strong, the bow is blowing, the general is hunting in Weicheng. The grass is withered, the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is light. I passed Xinfeng city and returned to xiliuying. Looking back at the archery, the clouds are flat at dusk

Xiao Yao took a look and took a breath.

He remembers that this poem is Wang Wei's "hunting".

I didn't feel much when I looked at it before, but now I feel that every word is killing.

The characters and strokes are as sharp as swords.

Then the words suddenly condensed into a long bow.

The bowstring rips back, and with a crack, the golden arrow flies out at a speed that is hard for the naked eye to catch.

The arrow crossed the dragon.

All of a sudden, the space fell into a state of reality.

But those people are still calm.

The Thunder Dragon in the sky roared and hissed, and his body didn't listen to twisting, just like a loach that had just been thrown into an oil pan.

Everyone was just watching.

A ray of thunder suddenly appeared, and the Dragon disappeared in the air.

The whole world, as if to return to peace.

They still didn't say much, nodded to each other and turned away.

No one cares what happened before.

Except Xiao Yao.

Everyone is so calm and calm, it is not difficult to see that today's things, in the past do not know how many times, as if it has been common.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, but the air was filled with the smell of killing.

"Are these people really human?" Xiao Yao asked himself.

Suddenly, the voice of Jiaolong came to my mind.

"That's the soul of sin dragon."

"The soul of sin dragon?" Xiao Yao was puzzled and asked, "do you mean the Thunder Dragon?"

"Yes, the so-called sin dragon is the dragon people who committed the heinous crime and were killed by the town. But their souls did not dissipate, but were imprisoned. Just now, the dragon soul should have jumped out, with the help of the power of heaven and earth, condensed into a body by lightning, wanted to escape, but was suppressed back, and their souls were completely destroyed. I think what is connected here is probably a place similar to prison." Xuejiao said.

After hearing Xue Jiao's words, Xiao Yao gradually understood something.

If we say that the soul of the Dragon escaped from the prison.

Then, the identity of the people in this village is self-evident.

These people are jails for criminals.

Everyone is!

Above the sky, pear blossom began to float.

For a moment, snowflakes are falling again.

All of a sudden, in the thunder and lightning, hail of fist size fell down.

Looking at a tree behind, the leaves wither and regenerate.

He realized that it was time to go.

I don't know how many years have passed.

When all these changes stopped, new changes appeared again in the sky.

It was a door condensed by the sun and the moon.

The sun is scarlet and the moon is bright, at two extremes.

That door, then hangs above the sky.

It is 100 feet high and 50 feet wide.

Stars slowly gathered together, speckled, like two doors. When the stars move again, it looks like the door is being pushed open slowly.

"Where does that door lead to?" Xiao Yao asked subconsciously.

"Maybe it's fairyland, or maybe it's the prison that we talked about before." Xiao Yao turns around and looks behind him. The total number of villagers standing behind is only 50. Before, there were at least three or four hundred. What surprised Xiao Yao even more was that there were no young people, no children, and every one of them was a white haired old man. They also looked at the door above the starry sky. My eyes are not calm. Full of grief and indignation! Xue Jiao sighed and said to Xiao Yao, "this is probably the last group of people guarding here." From their faces, Xiao Yao saw despair“ This time, I'm afraid it's their disaster. " Xiao Yao thought. In the door, there began to be a loud noise. The roar of all kinds of wild animals. The roar of beasts. One after another, the huge things squeezed out of the door. Every one is vicious.