Xianhong Road

Chapter 498
Going southwest from Yuyang Kyoto, passing through a barren mountain and wild forest and thousands of miles of desert, followed by a barren and inhabited plain.

This plain land is full of weirdness, and there are almost no ordinary cattle, horses and sheep.In the depths of the plain, it became more and more humid and hot, and there was a faint layer of haze on the horizon.

Strangely, the noon sun seemed dim and powerless at this moment.

Going deeper, the age of the lakes and swamps can be seen, and there are countless poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions.Occasionally, if you don't pay attention, you will fall into that inconspicuous swamp.There are often rare and dangerous creatures living in the swamp, which can cause fatal damage to mortals and even low-level cultivators.

Entering the depths of the plain's core, there is an endless red-black swamp in front of you, which makes people feel horrified.

In the swamp, a powerful corrosive poisonous gas was released, and strangely shaped and dangerous poisonous substances could occasionally be seen emerging.

It is hard to imagine how human beings can survive in such a dangerous environment.

shhhhh--

At a certain moment, from above the swamp, the light of more than a dozen spiritual weapons and magic weapons passed by.

There were more than a dozen people in the sky, including men, women and children. The leader was a skinny old man in cloth clothes. His eyes were sunken and he looked dull. Four or five storage bags were wrapped around his waist.

There was a cloud of dark purple smoke under the cloth-clothed old man's feet. The rest of the people, headed by him, did not dare to approach easily.

"Old Ancestor, that thousand-year-old poison dragon is very cunning, and he was promoted to a higher rank a few years ago. Several poison masters in his sect were swallowed by him. The disciple was also lucky. He escaped with a secret technique and almost died."

An old man in a yellow shirt with a square face next to him said with lingering fear.

"Hehe, that poisonous dragon has actually been promoted to a higher level. The poisonous pill in its body must be the best material for refining poisonous treasures."

On the right side of the old man in the cloth shirt, a pretty girl in a purple short skirt said innocently. She was flying in the sky on a dark purple gourd. She was pretty and cute.

Everyone on the field, except for the old man in the cloth shirt and the little girl in the purple skirt, the rest are all foundation-building monks, with fierce expressions and a hint of murder.

"Zi Ling, the fourth-level high-level poisonous flood dragon, his strength should not be underestimated. Even grandpa and I are not sure that we can win the battle. This time, I, the elite of the 'Poison Pill Sect', will come out in full force. When the time comes to fight, you must never Take the enemy lightly."

The cloth-clothed old man's face darkened, and he repeatedly urged the pretty girl beside him.

"Yes, Grandpa." The girl named Zi Ling immediately showed a cute look, but a hint of cunning flashed in her bright eyes.

A group of more than a dozen people quickly flew into the depths of the swamp.

At a certain moment, a layer of green poisonous mist shrouded the swamp ahead.

The skinny cloth-shirted old man waved his hand, and everyone stopped and took Huadu pills one after another.

Only the skinny old man and Zi Ling did not take Huadu Pill.

The former thinks that he has profound magic power, while the latter reaches out his hand and takes out a black and shiny jade pendant from the front of his shirt, and smiles: "I have the poisonous crystal jade in my hand, I don't care about the poisonous mist."

"Everyone, be careful, the area ten miles ahead is the territory of the Poisonous Flood Dragon."

After a while, the skinny cloth-clothed old man led the crowd, separated into formation, and flew towards the poisonous fog area.

The group of elite monks from the Poison Pill Sect, all of them held their breaths with guarded expressions and dignified expressions.

Even Zi Ling showed nervousness, but there was still a hint of excitement on her little face.

The people patrolled the place for a long time, performing all kinds of magical powers on the swamp below.

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~
From time to time in the swamp, green bubbles and extremely poisonous methane would rise.

roar~~~
Suddenly, in the originally calm swamp, there was a terrifying roar, which shocked everyone's hearts.

Zi Ling's small face turned pale in an instant, with a frightened look on her face, she quickly activated the defensive spirit weapon, and the gourd under her feet spewed out billowing green air.

"over there!!"

The clothed old man's eyes flashed coldly, and his figure was wrapped in a dark purple strange mist. With a whoosh, he flew more than ten feet away, and a dozen silver nails shone from his hand, hitting a certain place in the swamp hard.

puff-

In an instant, poisonous gas gushed out in that area, and a purple-green light shot up into the sky.

Amidst the swampy mud and poisonous gas, a ten-foot-long green flood dragon turned into a green poisonous arrow and stabbed at the cloth-clothed old man viciously.

bang bang bang—

The cloth-clothed old man sacrificed a long black whip, and when he swung it, it was like a python, mixed with strong wind and dark purple poison, intertwined with the green dragon.

"Hurry up!"

The cloth-clothed old man let out an exclamation, and stepped back slowly. Although the green flood dragon had just entered a high level, it was endowed with extraordinary talent, boundless strength, and great supernatural powers.

Ding ding bang bang...

The rest of the foundation-building stage monks wandered around and launched a fierce attack on the green poisonous dragon.

The green poisonous dragon screamed, and suddenly spun 360 degrees in mid-air, and a storm-like green poisonous rain covered a radius of tens of feet.

Puff puff--

In an instant, all the monks around were in chaos, exhausted to deal with it.

One or two foundation-building monks couldn't react in time. They were hit by the green poisonous rain, and their bodies immediately festered and turned into a pool of blood.

"Heavenly poisonous poisonous dragon!!" The cloth-clothed old man was furious. He opened his mouth and spat out a purple-red poisonous sword. With a sneer, it pierced into the poisonous dragon's body like lightning.

The poisonous dragon roared, plopped, and dived into the swamp.

After a few breaths, there was another "boom" from the other side of the swamp. The poisonous dragon flew out from behind, opened its mouth, and spit out a cloud of thick green poisonous smoke, covering two or three monks at once.

"Ah..."

Those monks were swept by the poisonous smoke, their bodies were numb with pain, and their defensive shields were peeled off and shattered.

"Ah! Grandpa save me—"

Ziling was on the edge of the green poisonous smoke, and the poisonous crystal gem on his chest released a soft black light, humming.

Her pretty face was pale and bloodless, and she hurriedly fled towards the old man.

A trace of insidiousness and cunning flashed in the poisonous dragon's eyes, and it turned into a green poisonous arrow, which struck behind Zi Ling in the blink of an eye.

The cloth-clothed old man roared furiously: "Stop!!", and hurried away.

At the critical moment, Zi Ling also had a bit of ability, the green gourd under his feet "bang", shot backwards, and hit the head of the poisonous flood dragon.

The two collided, and the green gourd burst immediately, and the powerful green tide shook Ziling into the air, tearing her dress, flying a few times in the sky, and spitting out a mouthful of blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Despicable human beings, I will let you die four or five times."

Poison Jiao's eyes were red and swollen, braving fierce anger, releasing a violent and suppressed breath.

"Run! This poisonous dragon is not something we can handle!!"

The cloth-clothed old man's face was livid, and he hurriedly called out, while he stood behind.

Among the cultivators of the Poison Pill Sect, only four or five of them died, and they fled.

At this moment, a man laughed lightly: "Hehe, I never expected to see this level of Jiaolong family in the land of Northern Qin."

"who!!"

The old man in the cloth shirt was shocked, and the poisonous dragon roaring in the sky was also shocked.

I saw, in the sky above the crowd, at an unknown time, a handsome man in a sapphire brocade robe appeared, with light green traces of light under his feet.

The poisonous flood dragon stared at the sapphire brocade robe on the man's body, with a look of shock, anger and fear on his face.

Because he felt the aura of the Jiaolong clan in this brocade robe.

Apparently the skin of Jiaolong was used as the material for making this dress.

What frightened him was that the aura from the dragon's skin was obviously higher in level and bloodline than himself.

Then he scanned the handsome man with his divine sense, but he couldn't see through it. His intuition told him that he was definitely not something he could provoke.

Thinking of this, the poisonous dragon "swish", turned around and ran into the swamp.

Such a scene made the cloth-shirted old man and other monks of the Poison Pill Sect startled.

What an existence this mysterious man fell to the ground. The fourth-level high-ranking poisonous dragon immediately ran away when he saw him, not even having the courage to fight.

"Want to go?"

The corner of the mysterious man's mouth pursed, he raised his hand and swiped suddenly, a golden glare pierced through the air, and disappeared in a flash.

I saw a streak of blood gushing out, flying in all directions, and the poisonous mist billowing.

The flood dragon screamed and rolled into the swamp, dying.

"Hmph, Mr. Yang doesn't have any good feelings for the Jiaolong clan."

The mysterious man sneered, and shot out a black snake whip from his hand.

The snake whip exudes a deadly blood glow and a light black halo, binding the poisonous dragon layer by layer, absorbing its essence and blood.

The man stood in the sky, watching the blood-sucking snake whip extract the poisonous essence and blood of the poisonous dragon.

On the other side, the cloth-clothed old man and the others were inexplicably horrified, and they didn't dare to show any emotion, and stood aside with awe-inspiring expressions.

"Dare to ask senior, which Yuanying senior from Yuyang country?"

The cloth-clothed old man bowed and asked humbly.

The man glanced at him lightly, but did not answer.

He didn't release any aura or coercion, but everyone on the field was palpitating, feeling like they couldn't breathe

After a while, the man asked, "Where is the Ghost Gate?"

"Ghost Gate?" The cloth-shirted old man was slightly taken aback, and replied: "It's in the 'Ghost Castle' deep in the swamp, hundreds of miles away from here."

"Ghost Castle? Good."

The man withdrew the phantom blood-sucking snake whip, which turned into a green ray of light, flew into the distant sky, and disappeared.

"Grandpa, who is this person? It's so scary!!"

Zi Ling patted her chest and said in a frightened voice.

"In Yuyang, there doesn't seem to be such a young and strong Nascent Soul?" The cloth-shirted old man looked thoughtful.

But at a certain moment, his expression suddenly changed: "I know...he is Shi Qianhan who made a sensation in Yuyang 30 years ago."

When the old man said this, Yang Fan stepped on the pale green light and flew dozens of miles away.

When flying to a certain swamp area, the poisonous mist gradually dissipated, replaced by a gloomy aura.

In the field of vision, a ghostly castle gradually emerged. It was in the depths of the swamp, releasing a layer of weird green light.

"Ghost Castle?"

Yang Fan pursed his lips slightly.

He unfolded his consciousness, and after confirming that there was no one around, he turned into a pale yellow light and shadow, and merged into the depths of the swamp.

With his mind integrated into the Xianhong space, Yang Fan appeared in Xianhongju.

"It's your turn to show your talents." Looking at the cold man sitting cross-legged in the depths.

"it is good……"

Shi Qianhan uttered a word, and the devilish energy in his body suddenly surged, and with a "bang", he shot out from the swamp, turned into a dark shadow, and flew towards the Fort of Ghosts.

After half a cup of tea, a specter like a shadow descended on the Castle of Ghosts, looking down with a peerless attitude.

"Who dares to trespass on Ghost Castle!!"

There were hundreds of monks patrolling around the castle, and they were heavily guarded, and they immediately spotted this unexpected visitor.

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