"This is Dingxi Square!" Qiao Weier walked out of the boat and found herself in a huge square. "A hundred years ago, the Green Alliance's land reclamation army defeated several main indigenous forces, laid the foundation for the colonization of the West Sea Province, and officially built West Sea City. Dingxi is The metaphorical meaning of pacifying the Western Sea."
Leng Yun glanced across the square and saw that the square was so big that it was unimaginable.
If you ride a bicycle, it will take about a day and a night to drive from one end to the other according to the speed of the bicycle. This is just a square located in the center of the city. It is so huge that it is really embarrassing.
A huge palace stands proudly at the end.
This is the administrative hall of the main city of Xihai. It is made entirely of expensive white spar. The price of the city hall alone reaches hundreds of millions of gold coins. It is extremely luxurious, and at the same time it also shows the Green Alliance's strong foundation as one of the eight major forces in the mainland.
Xihai Province spans three regions and has more than 40 large cities, and the administrative and military center is the palace in front of you.
Qiao Weier informed the city lord and carried Zhang Mu in, who was about to turn into a stone man.
The splendid and majestic hall was deserted without guards. In the high hall stood a magnificent throne, with a man whose whole body was radiating light sitting on it. Leng Yun couldn't even see the other person's face clearly. This person was very tall, about 5 meters tall. He could only barely see his outline because he was as dazzling as a sun, with rays of light filling every corner of the hall. His eyes were like stars. Haoyue looked down at the people who entered the hall.
Qiao Weier glanced at the others: "This is the Lord of the City, Half-Saint Barton!"
Everyone quickly saluted.
The person sitting in the main hall had a strong and shuddering aura. I thought he was the legendary governor of the West Sea, but I didn't expect that he was just a semi-saint. A semi-saint is as strong as a god. How powerful is the power of a saint
"No gift."
The city lord's faint voice came from the high hall and echoed in the empty hall, making the air buzz and making people feel dizzy, making it almost impossible to resist the powerful pressure.
The Lord of Zhonghai City, Qiao Sebei, is at the peak of the Heavenly Spirit. He is already close to a faint trace of holiness and is very close to the semi-holy realm. However, such a small step makes a huge difference. One Half-Saint can be worth several Zhonghai City Lords.
Qiao Weier did not dare to be disrespectful to people who were more powerful than herself. Besides, if she wanted to see the governor of the province, she had to go through the city lord. "Mr. city lord, please open the holy mountain and let us meet the wind-chasing saint Hussein of the province. long! "
The Lord of Xihai City cast his gaze down on Zhang Mu, "How could an ordinary person alarm the governor?" At this point, he slowly shook his head: "Since the governor personally promised it, I dare not stop him. This city lord will open the Holy Mountain immediately, please be prepared."
The three of them walked into a room behind the main hall.
The entire interior is black, with many black stones on the walls.
The city lord raised his hand and controlled the stones with tyrannical force, just like playing a jigsaw puzzle. The stones kept moving and changing positions, and finally they were arranged and combined in a strange way to form a strange magic array. The whole room shook, and power shot out from all directions, finally landing on the magic circle in the center of the room, tearing the void apart and opening a tunnel.
Thunder rumbled through the tunnel, and trees and grass were faintly visible.
This is a secret place.
"Go, the governor is inside."
Lei Ming was shocked that he was actually living in a secret realm. The secret realm is a special space between reality and fantasy. Everything in it can be fictitious compared to the real world, but because of this, the creator of the secret realm is almost omnipotent in the secret realm.
Several people walked into the passage one after another.
The noisy city disappeared in an instant.
This is a giant peak that reaches the sky, more than ten thousand feet high. Standing on the top of the mountain, leaning down and looking down, you can see that the sea of clouds has been sunk far to the foot of the mountain. The giant peak stands proudly in the sky, with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers. It is really magnificent and magnificent. huge!
Only Qiao Weier, Leng Yun, Lei Ming, and Zhang Mu entered the secret realm.
The top of the giant peak is a magnificent castle, covered in cyan, as transparent as crystal, sparkling in the sun, very delicate and beautiful, each tile is engraved with extremely complex patterns, this is no longer a castle, but a piece of beauty of artwork.
Qiao Weier quickly knelt down to the castle and shouted with sincerity and respect: "Greetings to the Saint of Chasing the Wind!"
"Are you a descendant of the Dragon Slayer Saint? You are indeed very qualified." A lazy voice came from the depths of the palace. His tone was gentle and calm, with a sense of otherworldliness. "I have some friendship with the Dragon Slayer Saint. It’s a blessing for him to have a descendant like you.”
The status of the Wind-Chasing Saint in the Green Alliance is not inferior to that of the Dragon-Slaying Saint. Qiao Weier has not even met her ancestors a few times, but she has been praised by the Wind-Chasing Saint, and she can't help but feel very happy.
"Please come in!"
The castle gate opened, like a floodgate opening, and a vast burst of cyan energy spurted out, drowning five people in an instant. When the five people reacted, they had been pulled into the hall by the wind attribute force, and the door of the hall closed on its own.
The main hall is not as luxurious as expected, but the floor, walls, and pillars are all covered with paintings. Every painting contains some kind of truth, ease, sharpness, speed... These are all artistic conceptions attributed to the wind. No ordinary person can paint such a painting. The author must be the Feng Sage himself.
Leng Yun met the Saint Zhufeng.
Unexpected.
Although Hussein, the Wind-Chasing Saint, is a genuine Holy Spirit, he is not as radiant as the Lord of Xihai City. The Wind-Chasing Saint has his back to the five people. He is wearing a simple blue robe. His body and height are no different from humans. His hair is completely snow-white. He must be quite old. He is concentrating on painting and completing the final touch of the mural on the pillar.
This is a blue dragon.
When the finishing touch was completed, the green dragon glowed with light, a dragon roar was released from the pillar, and the entire hall was shaken.
Several people looked at each other.
Saint Zhufeng is really a weirdo. Although he is the governor of Xihai Province, he lives in seclusion all year round. No one knows what he is doing. It seems now that he has focused on painting during these years.
Hussein nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the few people. Although his hair is gray, the face of the Wind-Chasing Saint is as smooth as an egg, far more delicate than a baby. His appearance is very ordinary, with a pair of pointed long ears, and a pair of cyan eyes that are deep and wise.
Holy Spirit!
This is the Holy Spirit!
Leng Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in her heart.
Regardless of any race, the Holy Spirit is the pinnacle symbol. Leng Yun masters an offensive Holy Spirit skill, so she understands far better than ordinary people how terrifying the existence of the Holy Spirit realm is!
Qiao Weier quickly said: "Please also ask the governor for help."
The Wind-Chasing Saint said in a calm tone: "The weapon spirit on the Dragon Snake Bow is the soul of an old dragon that has lived for tens of thousands of years. The weapon spirit has been pregnant for thousands of years to produce venom, which is far more powerful than normal venom. It is a poison that has no cure. It is a miracle that you can survive until now, and it also shows that you are not simple. "
Zhang Mu was bitten by the weapon spirit in the state of elemental body, and the damage was weakened to a certain extent. In addition, the dragon is a ten thousand-year dragon. Zhang Mu himself has some dragon blood. Although it is not very powerful, it can neutralize the poison of the dragon to a certain extent. , and more importantly, the Chaos Monument protected Zhang Mu's spirit and soul, otherwise even if it could be cured, it would leave extremely serious sequelae.
Qiao Weier quickly asked: "Is there anything you can do?"
Wind Chasing Saint Hussein shook his head: "If it were the Holy Spirit who was good at healing, or a master of refining medicine, it might not be difficult to detoxify the poison. I don't know the Holy Spirit's healing technique, nor do I know the master-level detoxification potion. No."
Several people's expressions changed.
Is there nothing the Holy Spirit can do
Leng Yun stood up straight and said: "Mr. Governor, since you asked us to come here, there must be other ways, right?"
Saint Zhufeng's eyes stayed on Leng Yun for a moment, and he nodded approvingly: "Young human, you are very brave. Yes, I have a way." Saint Zhufeng paused, and then continued: "In ancient times, the West Sea A divine dragon appeared."
The dragon clan can be divided into levels according to their lifespan. From low-level to high-level, there are centenary dragons, thousand-year dragons, and ten-thousand-year dragons. The centenary dragon refers to the dragon clan that can live for hundreds of years. Most of them are low-level dragon monsters with thin blood. Thousand-year dragons refer to bloodline concentration. Higher dragons can generally reach the strength of the Heavenly Spirit Realm and can live for thousands of years. As for the ten-thousand-year dragon, there are generally two types, one is the sacred dragon, and the other is the dragon. Of course, it is not ruled out that some ten-thousand-year dragon mutants evolved from the lower dragons through countless others.
The Wannian Dragon is not the pinnacle of the dragon clan.
There is a being called Taizu Shenlong, the ancestor of all dragons in the world, and one of the most powerful creatures in the world, second only to God.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, an ancestral dragon appeared in the West Sea. It was an evil dragon that was ambitious, greedy and destructive. It was also the founder of the Naga tribe. It once led the Naga tribe to land on the mainland and set off a revolution. The chaotic history was called the 'Evil Dragon Rebellion'!" The wind-chasing saint said calmly: "The powerful men from all races on the mainland joined forces and took action when the ancestor dragon was weak. That battle paid a heavy price and he fell. There were dozens of holy spirits, and they finally killed the ancestral dragon. In order to prevent the ancestral dragon from resurrecting, the strong men from the mainland peeled off the soul of the ancestral dragon, and cut the body into six sections, which were sealed in the north and south of the world, millions of kilometers apart from each other."
"It took dozens of Holy Spirits to die to kill the Zulong?"
Several people secretly smacked their lips, how strong Zulong is!
The Saint of Chasing the Wind continued: "The ancestral dragon spilled countless essences and blood when he died. After the blood of these divine dragons fell to the ground, after thousands of years of gestation, their powerful spirituality and vitality finally caused them to mutate and grow into plants. The domineering will caused the plant to drain the surrounding life, turning hundreds of miles around into a vast desert, and finally produced a fruit. Because it was bred by the essence and blood of the Taizu Divine Dragon, it was named the Divine Dragon Fruit!"
Leng Yun understood.
Regardless of the danger, Naga deliberately sneaked into the area directly under the Green Alliance's jurisdiction, just for the dragon fruit in the tribute!