Chapter 1086: Red-Patterned Death Dragon

"Wei Xianzun, the disciples' injuries can't be healed with ordinary healing medicines. The claws of those ancient eagles may be poisonous." Linghu Shen came and said to Wei Huan.

"Don't report this matter, don't you think there are not enough things? Generally, there will be corresponding detoxifying plants growing near the place where poisonous things inhabit. Take some people to search for it." Linghu Yunying said to Linghu Shen Said.

"Yes, it's just that the injured disciples seem to be in poor condition, and it may not be appropriate to rush on their way now." Linghushen said.

"Got it, let's deal with the toxicity problem first." Wei Huan nodded.

The disciples who went to explore the way disappeared strangely, and the team was harassed by the ancient eagle in various ways, and many people were poisoned. You must know that these people fell on the Nether Star from a chaotic meteorite turbulence , everyone was already in a panic, and many people have not even connected their bones...

"It's too open here, and it's easy to be stared at by ancient eagles. Even if we want to rest, we'd better find a place with forests. When we were high in the sky, I saw a green forest to the east of us. Where should we go first?" Linghu Yunying suggested.

"Alright, young master, can I trouble you to search for it, at least we need to know what is blocking us in the southeast direction, so that we are mentally prepared." Wei Huan said to Zhu Minglang.

When meeting the three sword fairies, Wei Huan was the most polite among them.

Zhu Minglang would not refuse this kind of thing, after all, he had to consider the safety of the female sword masters around him.

In a strange and unknown land, exploring the road is actually extremely dangerous.

But in order to prevent the large army from suffering huge losses and falling headlong into the abyss trap, some people still have to go forward to explore, even if there is a trap, they must first pave it with their bodies.

Fortunately, Zhu Minglang also worked as a savage in the ancient mountains for a period of time, and being cautious is definitely not a problem. In addition, Mr. Koi, an encyclopedia fish, can indeed give Zhu Minglang some important tips at critical times.

"It's fine for me to go alone. I can run fast in any situation." Zhu Minglang said.

After explaining Tang Zun and Lan Zun, Zhu Minglang stepped towards the southeast by himself.

The others followed Wei Huan into the woods to the east. After all, there are not only ancient eagles in this Gobi, but also some creatures that are not afraid of the dragon's breath. Such a large group of people walking in the open plateau Gobi, there is nothing to worry about. Covering, it feels like fat sheep and cattle on the vast grassland,

At least for those ancient eagles.

...

Zhu Minglang flew slowly towards the southeast on the Xuanlong.

Since it is a pathfinder, it cannot fly high.

You also need to see clearly what kind of beast's lair is on the ground, and you even need to go down and step on it yourself to make sure that the underground floor is not empty, and that large troops will not be instantly surrounded when they come over.

Xuanlong is the same as Fengyue White Dragon, it can fly and run, and its limbs are strong and powerful. Running in the vast Gobi, it can be described as vigorous and majestic. Zhu Minglang saw many strange beasts and monsters along the way, but Most of them are afraid of Xuanlong and dare not approach Zhu Minglang at all.

Even, Zhu Minglang was able to swagger through a group of strange beasts. These strange beasts voluntarily moved out of the way, and some thought that the mysterious dragon was going to prey on them, and their limbs became weak from fright, and they lost the courage to escape.

Fortunately, there are some powerful species and some relatively ordinary species on the Nether Scarred Planet. It is unlikely that a random bison will have the potential to create mountains and shake the sky.

"Yu~~~~~~"

At this time, the handsome white dragon patrolling in the air uttered a dragon cry, telling Zhu Minglang that there was something unusual ahead.

"Go and have a look."

Fengyue Bailong was leading the way in the air, and Zhu Minglang rode the Xuanlong towards that direction.

After climbing over a mountain barrier, Zhu Minglang saw a large group of people forming a defensive formation under the hillside. These people were basically sword masters, holding heavy and heavy swords.

They are not members of Yuheng Xinggong. Judging from their clothing and sword patterns, they seem to be from Zhengting Sword Palace. They believe in a sword god who uses Thunder Sword.

Most of the people in Yuheng Shenjiang landed on this land, but the meteorite turbulence is too strong, even if they start from the same air flow, they may be thrown to an unknown corner of Youhen Star.

Zhu Minglang didn't rush forward, he stopped behind the high rock and observed quietly.

"Don't come here, don't come here again!!!"

Someone let out a cry and screamed, and Zhu Minglang heard a kind of fear from the depths of his soul in his voice.

"Zhou Feng, what are you doing, Zhou Feng, what are you doing in the past!!"

In the formation that was originally a defensive formation, suddenly a member stepped forward and walked towards the outside of the formation empty-handed.

And around this group of people, there are no powerful herds of beasts, and some are just an ancient red dragon covered with ancient red stripes...

These red dragons are obviously a special breed, but Zhu Minglang feels that their cultivation base should be far from being strong enough to kill all the members of the Zhengting Sword Sect.

However, these people from the Zhengting Sword Sect were trembling as if they were facing a formidable enemy, showing no fighting spirit at all.

Apparently this wasn't the first time they had encountered these ancient red-striped dragons.

What is it that makes them so afraid? ?

Zhu Minglang was extremely confused. He stared at the man who walked out of the line unarmed.

The man walked stiffly, Zhu Minglang looked over from here, and could even see his face of pain and fear, he kept shaking his head, obviously trying to get rid of something, but his body was still moving towards the ancient red Wenlong went.

One step, one step, no matter how the people from the Zhengting Sword Sect called him, this Zhou Feng continued to walk towards the ancient red-patterned dragon like a demon.

Finally, the man named Zhou Feng walked up to the ancient red-patterned dragon, and knelt down as if revering and fearing a god...

"Zhou Feng!!! Wake up quickly!!!"

A female disciple shouted hoarsely.

She rushed out of the formation, trying to rescue Zhou Feng, but the other members of the Zhengting Sword Sect held her back in horror!

"Are you trying to kill us!!" an elder with a white beard yelled angrily.

"This is a tribute to the ancient god. Zhou Feng was selected as a tribute. His soul belongs to the ancient dragon god. How can we stop it!"

"Don't run into the red-striped death dragon, if the rest of us are chosen..." Another elder said.

People from the Zhengting Sword Sect tried their best to stop him, but it wasn't the male disciple Zhou Feng who was walking towards the ancient red-patterned dragon, but the female disciple who wanted to save Zhou Feng.