Looking across the sea and sky, the rain, the sudden rain and light thunder, wash away the immeasurable misery of farmers in the dry land.

The white dragon can turn over the clouds and rain at will without worrying about causing flood disasters. The land that has been dry for more than a hundred years has once again received sweet rain. Clouds are rising in the sky, and rain clouds are nourishing the people.

The thunder and lightning snake instantly illuminated the dark clouds, and the white dragons could be seen wandering and tumbling. The people thought that the dragon king was raining and worshiped one after another.

In a certain area in the north of the Ancient Beast Skin Central Plains map, black rain clouds are entrenched.

Gradually, the dark clouds advanced to the ancient battlefield...

Bai Yujun did not come to the battlefield that year, and has been avoiding the news about the war since then. In addition, the Jiuli people are not very interested in killing and surviving the Central Plains people. There is some blank about that big event that shocked the world. The three disaster stars retreated, leaving behind

It was full of devastation and death.

The commander-in-chief Zhang Qi who led his army across the world disappeared.

Some people say that he was killed by the Demon Sect, some say that he went into seclusion in the countryside, and some say that he returned to the fairy world. No one knows the truth except himself, and his arrival is mysterious and his departure is mysterious.

There are many legends about him. The most widely circulated one is that he was protected by a dragon when he was young.

The masters did not believe that there were divine dragons in the world, and scorned the divine dragons that the people said. However, in a certain dry state, countless people in a certain dry state had seen with their own eyes a dragon casting clouds and raining...

The rainy area is not large and the news has not spread yet.

There are practicing sects and casual cultivators in all prefectures and counties, but there are far fewer monks than there were a hundred years ago.

A great war caused serious losses to the cultivation world. Many sects closed down and countless aristocratic families and small sects disappeared. It took several days for the white dragon to cause trouble before any monks discovered it.

When they saw the white dragon for the first time, the cultivators were overjoyed and tried to capture it and use it as a thug. Or they simply killed the dragon, peeled off its skin and cramped muscles, and used its blood and flesh to make elixirs. Strange beasts were rare, and it was inevitable that some people had ulterior motives in order to seek resources.

The white dragon was busy creating floods when he saw a monk coming from the sky.

"Evil dragon! Stop causing trouble and causing harm to the world! Why don't you get ready to obey the law!"

The white dragon rushed forward, biting and scratching.

All the monks died.

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Bai Yujun drove the clouds and brought the rain to the ancient battlefield.

For no reason, the resistance of Yuyun's advance increased, as if there was some strange force blocking Yuyun in the ancient battlefield. Bai Yujun in Bai Yun's state urged Yuyun again, and could continue to push forward, but the speed was slow and consumed a lot.

"It's a bit interesting..."

The demon sect used blood sacrifices to sacrifice boys and girls to affect the climate. The last battle more than a hundred years ago also stained three cities with blood and summoned some weird things. It seems that you can't show respect for the demon god without killing a few people and letting some blood go out. I don't understand it the most.

What's more, it's very uncomfortable to see the world peaceful and people living well, so they always have to make some noise to announce their existence.

Dragons can change droughts, and there are also certain beings that can create droughts...

Three turns.

The Three Bends, which were once named for the continuous turns of the river, are desolate and deserted. The river has dried up and the river bed is exposed. Only a deep ditch with continuous turns and cobblestones is left. There are a few cold-resistant weeds growing on the river bed, and insects are flying around. It has completely changed.

appearance.

The houses in the village are only ruins and desolate.

Five monks holding swords carefully walked into a village to find a place to rest. They did not dare to light a fire. They took out portable food to share the food and drank water to relieve their thirst. Someone was always on guard.

This is an ancient battlefield. Rusted swords, helmets, and dead bones can be seen everywhere. The most terrifying thing is that monsters are raging!

The monsters look like humans but not humans, and their origins are unknown. It is rumored that the last sacrifice of the magic gate connected to the demon world led to the invasion of monsters. The ancient battlefield was abnormal due to the surge of spiritual energy at that time, and crises were everywhere. The remnants of evil cultivators gathered in it. Monsters left the ancient battlefield from time to time and ran into human settlements.

Eating people and drinking blood is extremely harmful.

Chunyang Palace and the Western Sect called on the spiritual community to set up stations in the east and south of the ancient battlefield, and sent disciples and monks from the Central Plains to garrison, hoping to prevent the infiltration of monsters, but the effect was minimal.

The reason why there is no effect is that killing monsters has no benefits and no resources. Monsters are cruel. Humans and monsters of the same level fight against each other and humans suffer. Monsters are not afraid of death and eat people and drink blood. The dead are not dead. Not many monks are willing to do this.

A thankless thing.

We can't blame those monks, after all, everyone has the right to survive.

The problem is, it is very interesting to want to gain benefits from civilians but is unwilling to protect them. It is quite the essence of the dark law. If you are weak, you will be unlucky.

Fortunately, there are always people with humanity in the world who work hard to eliminate threats while ensuring safety.

The good and evil sides often fight each other in the buffer area between the station and the ancient battlefield. No great power appears, just small fights. Many monks come here to eliminate evil and hone their combat skills with the help of monsters.

"Brother Qin, drink some water."

"Thanks."

The young man took the water bag handed to him by the bearded man and drank a few gulps. The water drove away the heat and brought him coolness.

Take a deep breath and wipe the water stains from the corners of your mouth.

The young monk looked at the middle-aged woman sitting in the corner with her eyes closed and resting. The woman held a sword in her arms and said nothing. She was the leader of this team of three women and two men. She had rich experience in exterminating demons. It was rumored that her family had been poisoned by monsters and the demon sect.

We live together.

The monks who fight against monsters, mostly locals, have some grudge against the demons or monsters.

The bearded man raised his head cautiously, leaned down on the wall and looked around.

The three women, who are slightly higher in cultivation, are the main force in killing monsters. They must seize the time to rest now. They have been fighting monsters all year round. They are different from the common monks in the Central Plains. Both men and women have tough and calm faces, their hands are always on the blade, and they are dressed smartly and without any sloppiness.

The elegance of other monks is completely different, they are more like warriors.

Some bearded men can't stand the sun.

"This sun is killing me, I'm going to be a bacon!"

The weather was so hot, there were rumors that there were thunderstorms in some places and the rivers were flowing again, but this ancient battlefield was dry and hot. There were rumors that Drought Demons were seen in the depths of the ancient battlefield, but in the end, nothing happened.

The young man surnamed Qin took advantage of his break to quickly eat the big cake. The cake didn't taste good, but it made him hungry.

Suddenly, I saw a black spot on the opposite side of the river from a distance. Don't think too much, it was basically a monster that appeared alone. The young man named Qin, who had experienced battles for a long time, sent out a signal!

"Look! Monster! But it's very strange..."

The middle-aged woman stood up and hid behind the broken wall. She looked carefully at the monster that was jumping forward like a twitch, her eyes tightened, it was bad...

"Go east! Don't be discovered by it!"

Without any hesitation, if the opponent was too strong they would just die without any blood. The five of them were very cautious and retreated towards the east under the leadership of a middle-aged female monk.

Such a strong evil spirit...

What kind of monster is that?

The five people who bent down and hid in the dead grass were frightened inexplicably. They felt the power from a distance was terrifying. The five low-level monks were no different from ants in the eyes of the monster.

As I was running, I suddenly felt like a devil was holding my back!

"No! Run quickly..."

The small black dot that kept jumping forward suddenly turned and chased the five people. It was a man who looked a little melancholy, running expressionlessly in pursuit.

"Human blood tastes better, but monk's blood tastes better."

The middle-aged woman immediately knew what the evil monster was, the legendary Drought Demon...

No wonder there is no rain...

Just when the five people were about to be caught and torn to pieces by the Drought Demon, a flying sword saved the five people, and a stern man fell from the sky. He was wearing a pure Yang Taoist robe and a jade crown. He was a celebrity in the resident!
Chapter completed!