The underground palace is deep and silent.

The stone platform where the coffins were originally placed in the main tomb has been remodeled, with an extra deck chair. A certain dragon lies on his side and sleeps soundly while extracting the dragon energy from the earth veins to improve himself. There is no fruit and he can only eat large pieces of fresh lamb legs, which are sprinkled with salt and taste delicious.

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

"It's strange that the flames didn't turn green and were shaking. I really want to see the legendary ghost blowing the candle with my own eyes."

Doing nothing but eating every day, there is no need to run around here and there if it is not to earn merit, no matter how it is, the speed of this body's cultivation is really fast.

If the dragon girl gains a profit, some people will naturally suffer heavy losses.

In fact, the weak luck of the Green Wolf does not make any difference to ordinary people of all tribes in the wilderness. They should continue grazing when they should, and concentrate on fishing when they should. The grassland is enough to support their own cattle, sheep and horses. At most, it will happen when they are preparing to go out to plunder.

Unexpected situations interrupt actions, which does not have any serious impact on normal life and will not affect the lives of ordinary people.

The ones who have the greatest impact are those grass-headed kings from all walks of life in the wasteland.

Originally, the Central Plains were weak, so they could go south to occupy territory, capture slaves and expand the tribe, and rush to the emperor early to dream of achieving great things. Unexpectedly, their backbone was broken before they even set off. Various things happened to weaken the tribe's strength, or the weather

Either he was not allowed or he was in a irritable mood. In short, the plan to expand the territory was completely ruined, and the soup was still bitter and difficult to swallow.

As the days passed, the green wolf's luck was sluggish, and the shamans were exhausted and couldn't find the slippery white dragon demon king.

Although they don't know what dragon energy is, they also understand that allowing the white dragon to act is draining away the spirit of the wasteland!

The next year, the rainy season came again in the wilderness.

Dark clouds cling to the horizon and sweep over the ancient wasteland over the green grass. White columns of heavy rain are advancing forward. In some places there is no rain, and in other places it is pouring rain. The boundaries are clear. Occasionally, you can see rainbows of seven colors hanging in the sky, which is a unique style.

Pillars of rain followed the dark clouds to the north, and then the wasteland grassland was filled with mist and drizzle...

The ancient trees are incomplete and the mounds of earth are covered with lush flowers and grass. The rain washes the green grass into the green eyes.

The grass suddenly bulged.

Then a half-asleep and half-awake figure emerged from the soil. He touched his long hair that was wetted by the rain and looked up at the sky. Then he said a useless nonsense.

"Is it raining? How long did I sleep?"

There was no magic to block the rain. Soon, the rain wet her pretty face, her long hair was wet, and there were two drops of crystal water hanging from the little dragon's horns.

After standing there for a long time, I remembered that I had to continue working, so I put on my felt hat to cover my dragon horns and hid in the wind and rain and continued to move forward. There are several earth veins that have become the climate in this wasteland. All of them must drain away the dragon energy to save the royal family from leading their troops to fight everywhere.

Kill.

In Bai Yujun's eyes, those who clamor for ambition and dominance all day long are all executioners who care only about human life. They only care about dominance and completely ignore the piles of bones and the eyes of those who are looking forward to returning home.

Find another earth vein again and continue to drain the dragon energy...

south.

The bamboo forest village is surrounded by chickens and dogs, creating a peaceful and peaceful paradise.

The descendants of the Yuan family who once resisted the temptation and chose to stay in the mountains spread out ancient animal skin maps and marked what they hoped to gain on the map. Without any difference, they marked the various ground veins where the white dragon had drained the dragon's energy. Miraculously.

It can be seen from the map that Baijiao's route actually draws a circle around the wasteland.

The scholar was greatly amazed.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful!"

"First remove the four leg branches to weaken the momentum, and then enter the central ancestral vein. It is worthy of being a spiritual beast born and raised by the earth. There are dragons to assist the human emperor to unify the world and stabilize the world, which is a blessing to all people."

Scholars of the Yuan family recommended Wang Qi Guan to understand the Jiao's route, and Bai Yujun did exactly that.

If you want to completely stop the Green Wolf's luck from killing, you can only cripple it. First use Zhongyuan's luck to seriously injure it, and then remove the sharp claws on its four legs. Finally, it will be easy to deal with only one ancestral vein.

Time once again rushes away like water, and the withered trees, green grass and white snow appear alternately.

The earth veins indicated on the ancient animal skin map have been drained of dragon energy one by one.

If a certain white footprint is displayed on the animal skin map, it can be seen that it has made a crooked circle and unswervingly implemented the plan. Many shamans in the wasteland still cannot find traces of the dragon, and can only watch their ambitions to conquer all directions gradually cool down.

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

"Ouch~!"

Wolf Roaring Wilderness, the most unpopular beasts of all races in the wasteland gathered their ancestors, and the wolf howled and the moon surged at night.

The sky was gloomy, the wind blew the grass low, and the cold and humid air made the animal skin robe damp. Bai Yujun, wearing a felt hat, stood on the top of the grass hill and looked at the bulging mountains and hills in the distance. This is where the ancestral line of the wilderness is, and it is also the last place where he has been busy for several years.

At the destination, Qinglang Luck will only rely on instinct to act and will eventually be defeated by his own dragon. This shows that having a good IQ is really useful.

As far as the eye can see, there are green wolf eyes, and tens of thousands of wild wolves gather around.

Bai Yujun was waiting for the wild wolf demon king to appear, and had no interest in dealing with these little minions, although they were delicious.

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

The green grass is swaying, and the wet wind is mixed with the smell of earth.

The wind was so strong that the felt hat could not hold down her long hair and was blown wildly by the wind. Bai Yujun closed her eyes and thought deeply.

Sudden!

Ding~ The black anklet made a metallic clanking sound! It seemed like a warning!

Danfeng opened her beautiful eyes and saw a man in gray clothes and gray hair with a long face in the distance, approaching slowly and then quickly. He had strong monster characteristics, red eyes and sharp fangs, and looked like a wolf!

Bai Yujun also shows the characteristics of a monster, especially the snow-white scales on his face are very obvious.

He took off his felt hat to reveal two small white dragon horns.

As he got closer, the Wild Wolf Demon King's eyes were fierce and sinister, his legs were slightly bent and he didn't wear shoes to retain the shape of his wolf claws, and his wolf tail swayed slightly behind him, which was in line with the essence of the wolf clan. He was wrapped in bloody karma, and he didn't know what was going on.

How many lives were slaughtered.

"It's such a joy to have friends come from far away."

His voice was low and hoarse, like metal rubbing against each other. The wolf king's mouth was split and full of sharp teeth, making it look like a smile. It was unknown which Central Plains person he had learned the etiquette from.

"Wolf King, you want to stop me?" Bai Yujun said with a smile.

"Hahaha~ How could I embarrass my beauty? You are at odds with the humans of the wasteland and have never been enemies of our wolf tribe. How could I fight with you over a stupid dream? The life and death of those people is none of my wolf tribe's business!"

"Uh... That's great, it saves you from having to go to war."

Moubai didn't expect that this demon king was not deceived and had no interest in the things in the dream. He looked like a cruel and cunning wolf king. That's right. What interrupted the fate of the blue wolf was the desire of the leaders of the various royal families in the wasteland.

For the wild beast, no matter how hard it is, it has nothing to do with the beast. This wolf is not stupid.

The wolf king glanced at Bai Yujun with his sinister eyes, his heart was filled with lust, and he clicked at the corners of his mouth and wet the hair on his chin.

"But... I can't let you come and go as you please in my wolf tribe's territory. If you are willing to be my wife, everything will be easy."

Bai Yujun's face is as frosty as he gets the dragon spear!
Chapter completed!