Seven days later, Tianlang, the leader of the Tuluo Sect, announced his retreat, studied the secret method, and appointed Xue Qian as the acting sect leader. All the important affairs of the sect were handed over to Xudong and Xue Qian.
From then on, Sirius' figure slowly faded out of people's sight.
Also disappearing with it was the fire dragon that often roared to the sky in the back mountain. The disciples all speculated that the thing that Sirius wanted to comprehend during this retreat might have something to do with dragons.
Everyone can't help but shudder when they think of the dragon language magic that was like destroying the world five years ago. However, Sirius is the only person who has personally experienced that magic. He has such a strong talent, so it is not surprising that he has some insights.
Therefore, no one has the slightest doubt about Sirius being in seclusion, and even vaguely expects what kind of powerful sexual skills Sirius will be able to master when he comes out of seclusion.
Just when everyone thought that Sirius was in seclusion to study powerful secrets, Sirius himself set foot on the land of Western Xinjiang!
In Western Xinjiang, among the vast and barren mountains, there is a huge teleportation formation that is simple and solemn. At this moment, the formation patterns on it flash instantly, and a thick silver beam of light rises into the sky!
In the gorgeous silver light, a huge shadow more than one foot long slowly emerged. Before the light pillar disappeared, it vibrated its wings and let out a thundering roar.
The majestic dragon head, the long neck, the fluttering wings, the rugged dragon body, and the strong dragon tail emerged from the silver light curtain one after another.
The silver light curtain behind him suddenly collapsed and turned into tiny silver light all over the sky. Xiaohong didn't stop, she fluttered her wings and soared high into the sky!
As soon as I set foot on the land of Western Xinjiang, I was immediately hit by a desolate atmosphere, the mountain wind howled, and every gust of wind carried a wild atmosphere.
Sirius's posture is tall and straight, standing on the dragon's back, letting the strong wind in the sky blow wildly, hunting with his clothes, making Sirius feel comfortable and looking far into the distance!
Looking thousands of miles away, the land of Western Territory is covered with mountains and rivers, and the vast expanse of heaven and earth is green. It is impossible to see the mortal cities and villages that are scattered all over the land in other regions.
There are very few mortals in the entire Western Xinjiang, and there are very few large mortal countries. They still maintain an extremely primitive natural environment, showing desolation!
Feeling the unique desolate atmosphere in the land of Western Xinjiang, Sirius took a deep breath with excitement in his eyes:
This is the wild, hot land where powerful clans stand in large numbers, the world is crisscrossed, and monks from all walks of life compete for glory.
The towering giants roam the earth, the winged men with wings gallop in the sky, mysterious and powerful magic shines brightly, and the tyrannical warriors physically prove their ways...
All major races and various types of monks are all active on this vast land, colliding with each other and creating the most dazzling sparks.
They inherit the traditions of the gods, they are the descendants of the gods!
Western Xinjiang has the most dazzling cultivation civilization. It is the wildest territory on the entire continent and a paradise for adventurers. If you don’t go to Xijiang, you will never know how glorious the journey of cultivation is!
This land is always filled with boiling blood!
Looking down at the vast land below, Sirius' eyes were vaguely absent-minded, and his right hand slowly covered his chest. There, the Star God's Tears were worn close to his body, emitting a faint light.
"Brother Tianlang, how about we go to Western Xinjiang to experience together in the future? I really want to see those strange races with my own eyes."
Five years later, Mu Shuang's voice still lingers in his ears. Tianlang has never forgotten Mu Shuang's yearning for the Western Frontier in the Mysterious Realm of the God of War.
This was one of the reasons why he longed for this land so earnestly. He really wanted to set foot on this magical land with Mu Shuang, travel around the mountains and rivers, and meet all kinds of people.
But at this time, this wish has come true. Although he has set foot on the land of Western Xinjiang, he is alone.
Sirius gently caressed the tears of the Star God, his eyes were rarely blurry, and he murmured: "I will take you to travel to the Western Frontier."
After finishing speaking, the confusion in Sirius's eyes slowly dissipated and he returned to his usual calm gaze. He glanced around a few times and saw no figure of the monk in the air nearby.
Sirius closed his eyes, and the powerful consciousness of the Nascent Soul stage swept out, and soon his expression changed, and he turned his gaze to the west.
"Xiaohong, due west, hurry up."
Sirius pointed to the west, and the little dragon under his feet roared suddenly, turned sharply, and flew towards the west.
After defeating the Fahua Sect five years ago, Xiaolong immediately rushed to the dragon bone and used a magical innate power to absorb all the remaining dragon bone essence in the bone dragon's body.
Although the bone dragon's keel essence was lost in large quantities, it was too powerful during its lifetime. Even the little remaining keel essence was still very considerable, especially compared to the young dragon.
After absorbing the essence of the dragon bone, the little dragon fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up half a year later, he had grown to a length of ten feet, which was quite impressive.
Moreover, in the past five years, the Tuluo Sect has fully supported Xiaolong and provided Xiaolong with sufficient fire crystals to assist him in his cultivation, allowing Xiaolong to grow rapidly at an almost abnormal speed.
By now, the little dragon's dragon body has grown to two feet in length. It is strong and powerful, and the red scales all over its body are majestic. It has begun to assume the majesty of the dragon clan, and it has also comprehended many powerful magics inherited from its bloodline.
Now Xiaolong's real combat power has been catching up with the Nascent Soul cultivator, and relying on his thick skin and thick flesh, he has been able to deal with Xue Qian for a long time.
So far, Xiaolong is only six years old, but he already possesses such tyrannical strength. This crazy speed of improvement is simply abnormal. The talent of the dragon family is undeniable!
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Three hundred miles away due west, Prince Qiang's hair was disheveled and his face was pale. There was a bloody wound on his back, bleeding gurglingly. He stepped on a long purple sword and fled for his life.
Not far behind him, a young man in strange clothes had wings on his ribs, holding a fine copper stick that glowed with yellow light. His eyes were cold and he was chasing after him!
Wang Ziqiang was not as fast as the Winged Man behind him. Seeing the Winged Man behind him getting closer and closer, his eyes showed a look of despair. He gritted his teeth, turned around and held out a big brass bell, heading towards the Winged Man's cover!
The winged man immediately snorted coldly, and with a cold light flashing, he raised the fine copper stick in his hand and smashed it towards the big brass bell without dodge.
A bright golden light shone from the brass rod, and it hit the copper bell heavily. The huge copper bell shook violently, emitting a final dull bell sound, and several vertical and horizontal cracks appeared on the wall of the bell before exploding with a bang!
The young wingman snorted coldly, and his strong wings vibrated like a goshawk. He rushed out of the oscillating bell wave and approached behind Wang Ziqiang in an instant. He swung his stick and struck hard at Wang Ziqiang's waist.
Facing the fatal blow, Wang Ziqiang could not escape at any cost. His heart suddenly became cold and he closed his eyes in despair.
However, the severe pain he imagined did not come. Instead, a violent sound of gold and iron clashing vibrated in his ears.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Ziqiang felt himself being dragged by a gentle force and floating in the air. He couldn't help but feel horrified. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward.
I saw a long, shining sword hanging in the air where I originally stood, shining with a cold light.
The winged man was holding a thin stick in his hand, suspended in the air, with an extremely gloomy face, looking up.
Following the sight of the winged man, Wang Ziqiang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw the clouds above his head surged apart, and a flaming red dragon with severe scales came out of the clouds, with its majestic head and horns suspended in mid-air.
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On the back of the dragon, a man in black with a cold face stood tall and proud, glancing at the winged man coldly, but there was a little surprise in his eyes.
When the winged man saw Sirius, his expression suddenly changed and he screamed: "Dragon Knight!"
As soon as the words fell, the Winged Man's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he turned around and walked away. His two powerful wings flapped uncontrollably, blowing out waves of inexplicable law power. His speed surged, and he disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Instead of chasing the winged man, Sirius watched the winged man fly away, then slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Ziqiang indifferently.
Looking at the sudden appearance of Sirius and the ferocious dragon under the Sirius constellation, the prince was stunned and his mind went blank.
It wasn't until Sirius looked at him that Wang Ziqiang suddenly trembled, came to his senses, lowered his head and clasped his fists, and said respectfully: "Junior Wang Ziqiang, thank you senior for saving your life!"
Sirius nodded lightly, raised his eyes to look at Wang Ziqiang, glanced at him and asked casually: "Why is he chasing you?"
When Wang Ziqiang heard this, he was startled at first, then showed a hint of bitterness, shook his head and said: "There is no reason."
"There's no reason?" Sirius' eyes suddenly condensed when he heard this, and he looked over.
Seeing Tian Lang's gaze, Wang Ziqiang immediately became solemn and said with a wry smile: "There is really no reason to report back to the senior. Perhaps, he has accepted some mission to obtain the golden elixir from the junior."
When Sirius heard this, he frowned slightly and looked thoughtful.
Killing someone without any reason was clearly done by a demon cultivator, and judging by Wang Ziqiang's tone, it seemed that this kind of thing was just normal in Western Xinjiang.
It seems that the rumors from the outside are indeed true. This is a chaotic territory with fierce atmosphere. Strength is the only condition for speaking here!
Thinking of this, Sirius's eyes flashed and he looked at Wang Ziqiang again and asked: "You just said that he took over the mission and wanted to get your golden elixir. What's going on?"
When Wang Ziqiang heard this, his eyes suddenly jumped, and his mind moved slightly. He had already guessed that Tianlang was probably not from Western Xinjiang. He had just arrived here and was not familiar with Western Xinjiang, so he asked this question.
Thinking like this, Wang Ziqiang did not criticize him and said respectfully: "Mercenaries are popular in the Western Xinjiang region, and many of them will be assigned various tasks for various purposes and marked with rewards.
Many powerful monks will take on these tasks, and after completing them, they can receive remuneration from their employers."
Tianlang's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he pondered slightly. This form of mercenary is equivalent to paying others to do things for you. It also exists in other regions, but it rarely reaches a large scale. I didn't expect it to be so popular in Western Xinjiang.
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Seeing Tian Lang's expression, Wang Ziqiang immediately understood what Tian Lang was thinking, and explained: "The monks in other regions on Tianyuan Continent all focus on cultivation. For them, the value of any cultivation item is certain.
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Therefore, monks mostly obtain what they need through exchange. They rarely ask others to help them with tasks. After all, if you want to ask others to help you get something, you have to pay at least more than the thing.
The reward will do.
However, Western Xinjiang is different. There are many types of monks here, and their values are even more uneven. Some items that are of little use in the eyes of such monks may be treasures in the eyes of others.
Moreover, some things are very difficult to do by yourself, but it may be very easy for monks from other systems to do it.
It is precisely this difference caused by different training systems that makes mercenary missions very popular in Western Xinjiang. It can not only gain profits but also increase knowledge. Many sects and races even use this form to train their disciples."
Sirius nodded slowly when he heard the words, and understood the reason. He secretly said that the Western Border was indeed very different from other regions. At the same time, his eyes suddenly lit up:
I came to Western Xinjiang just to get familiar with this place and lay the foundation for the subsequent sect migration.
Taking over a mercenary mission can not only increase your knowledge, but also practice yourself and improve your cultivation, which is just right for you!
Thinking of this, Sirius's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned around and asked, "Do you know where I can get the mercenary mission?"