When Wang Ziqiang heard this, his expression moved, a trace of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately nodded and said, "There is a mercenary tower 30,000 miles away. If you don't abandon me, I'm willing to guide you for me!"
From the time when he knew that Tianlang had just arrived in Xijiang, Wang Ziqiang began to have thoughts in his heart.
The strong people in the land of Western Xinjiang are respected. The strength of his just-formed elixir is nothing. It is extremely dangerous to be involved in Western Xinjiang. Today's danger will fall on one day.
There is a powerful Nascent Soul who is even more powerful than a dragon. He is bound to be extraordinary, and he is still coming out of the Western Xinjiang and must need a guide.
If he could follow him, it would definitely be of great benefit. Therefore, when he heard Tianlang ask a question, Wang Ziqiang immediately answered and expressed his willingness to follow him in a tactful manner.
Tianlang's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately understood Wang Ziqiang's intentions. However, when he first came to Xijiang, he really needed a guide. Wang Ziqiang's early strength in the Killing Dan was not strong, and it was just right.
Thinking of this, Tianlang nodded lightly, raised his left hand, and directly captured Wang Ziqiang on the dragon's back.
Prince Qiang stood on the dragon's back, and the little dragon turned around dissatisfiedly and roared at Prince Qiang.
The rumbling sound waves came, blowing Wang Ziqiang's clothes tightly against his body. Wang Ziqiang's face was pale in an instant, and he couldn't help but take several steps back.
Tianlang frowned slightly, stopped Xiaolong, took out a pill and handed it over, and said lightly: "Eat it, you can stabilize the wound on your back."
"Thank you for the pill for seniors." Wang Ziqiang's face was slightly shocked, and he immediately showed a hint of joy. He thanked him respectfully. He took the pill from Tianlang's hand and swallowed it without hesitation. He suddenly felt a clear air rising, and the injuries on his back were relieved immediately.
Feeling the comfort feeling coming from his back, Wang Ziqiang was immediately delighted. At this moment, a cold voice came into his ears: "Sign up the way."
Wang Ziqiang suddenly came to his senses, pointed to the southwest direction, and said, "Just 30,000 miles away, you can receive mercenary missions."
With the direction of Wang Ziqiang, the little dragon suddenly shook its wings and took off rapidly.
Wang Ziqiang stood on the hard dragon's back, feeling the speed that was several times faster than his flying at full speed. He suddenly became excited, as if he was illusioned: he actually rode a dragon!
However, this excitement was quickly suppressed by Wang Ziqiang. He turned his head slightly and found that Tianlang was looking at him. He immediately lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at him.
Tianlang's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the mountains in the lower realm from afar, and asked slowly: "What is the overall strength of the Western Xinjiang cultivation world? Are there many strong people?"
Wang Ziqiang thought for a while and said, "In the western border, all kinds of monks are rampant, and their strength calculation methods are different. However, all kinds of monks have tacit understanding and divide all the strength of monks into seven levels according to the strength of cultivators.
From the first level to the seventh level, the cultivator's seven realms are: Qi condensation, foundation building, elixir formation, Nascent Soul, Transformation, Feathering, and Flying Immortal.
Basically, a fourth-level monk with the strength of Nascent Soul is the top combat power in Xijiang.
As for the fifth-level cultivation level, even if it is a top master in Xijiang, there are one or two fifth-level cultivators in Xijiang, which is enough to be among the super powers.”
"Can two fifth-level powerful men be considered super forces?" Tianlang's eyes suddenly condensed when he heard this, but he was slightly shocked.
You should know that although the cultivation of the God Transformation is extremely powerful, it is not rare in other territory. If a sect can have one or two God Transformation powers, it can rank first-class forces, but it is far from being called a super force.
If you want to become a super force, you must have at least five powerful god-transforming people or masters at a higher level.
I originally thought that the land of Western Xinjiang was fierce and all kinds of monks competed for the competition, and the cultivators' cultivation level would be relatively high, but I didn't expect that it was worse than other domains.
Seeing the expression on Tianlang's face, Wang Ziqiang immediately understood what Tianlang was thinking, laughed and explained: "Senior, do you think that the overall strength of Xijiang is not as good as that of other domains because of this sentence? If so, you guessed it wrong."
When Tianlang heard this, his eyes flashed and he looked intently: "How do you say this?"
Wang Ziqiang turned his head and looked down, looking at the vast land of Western Xinjiang, sighed with emotion, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Because the monks in Western Xinjiang are descendants of the gods!"
"In the long years, the gods outside the territory came to the Tianyuan Continent and left behind the Taoist dynasty. These Taoist dynasty gathered in the western border, which led to such a prosperous situation where everything was competing for glory.
However, although the gods outside the domain left behind the Taoist tradition, they were not perfect. Although the cultivation systems such as magic, fighting spirit, and martial arts were equally powerful, they were not as popular as cultivation, after all, and a complete system had long been formed.
These methods of cultivation come from the starry sky, have no foundation in the Tianyuan Continent, and even many inheritances are incomplete themselves. The blood power flowing in the bodies of those miraculous races has gradually become thinner and divine as they have been passed down for tens of millions of years.
It is precisely for this reason that although various types of monks in Western Xinjiang are competing to develop, it is difficult to have one that can truly flourish like a cultivator.”
As he said that, a shiny light flashed in Wang Ziqiang's eyes and he said in a deep voice: "But, we must not think that Western Xinjiang is weak because of this reason!
There has never been a shortage of geniuses in Western Xinjiang. The reason why there are very few monks above the transformation of gods is that those geniuses died early in the fight between each other!
In other areas, if a genius appears in a sect, the sect will hide it all the time for him to practice. Only after he has enough strength will he let him go out for experience, and during the experience, he will try every means to ensure his safety.
The strong man created in this way is like a captive tiger. Even if he has divine power, he doesn't know how to use it and has no edge!
The land of Western Xinjiang is completely different. It advocates glory and has a rough atmosphere!
In order to defend the glory of their clans, all kinds of monks competed against each other. The geniuses of various clans even regarded each other as their own sharpening stones, and a life-and-death battle occurred in times.
Many geniuses have died before they grow up. In Western Xinjiang, any mountain range has been pointed out, and the blood of geniuses has been scattered.
There are also many strong people who have been competing for the top since childhood and have been competing for each other!
Those who can achieve the fifth level of the Western Front are all strong among the strong, and the emperors in the fifth level are like tigers in the mountains, roaring proudly in the mountains!"
Tianlang's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he agreed.
He was born in the Rakshasa Sect and fought since childhood. He has rich combat experience and has also trained a strong sense of combat.
It is precisely this experience that makes it easy for Tianlang to deal with cultivators of the same level to rebel, and sometimes even can counterattack the superior cultivators.
Therefore, Tianlang deeply understands the importance of fighting with other monks in practice to increase his own strength.
It’s like a person has 100% combat power, and an ordinary monk can exert at most 80%, while a well-trained monk can exert 120% combat power.
I am among the latter, so I have always suppressed the monks of the same level!
Now it seems that such a situation may change in the Western Xinjiang land. Because those who gallop on the Western Xinjiang land are powerful monks tempered by iron wars like themselves!
While Tianlang was pondering in his heart, a strange light lit up in Wang Ziqiang's eyes, with a hint of awe in his tone:
"But even so, the ultimate combat power of Western Xinjiang is insufficient after all, and it is still inferior to other domains. The most powerful thing in Western Xinjiang is the inheritance left by the gods!"
"The tribes in the Western Xinjiang inherit the ancient gods' traditions. Many races and many mountain gates have sacred objects inherited from the gods. Those sacred objects are the true foundation of Western Xinjiang.
There was once a Brutal War clan who was provoked by a feathered man from Zhongzhou. At that time, the Brutal War clan leader, who had only a fourth-level cultivation, wore a broken blood-light armor and was crazy. He actually crossed two levels, tearing the feathered man apart, and was furious!
The Brutal War clan is just an ordinary clan among the hundreds of tribes in the Western Front. Every race here is hidden deep. Until the last moment of life and death, you will never see how strong the combat power they have.
Those divine objects inherited from the gods are the real deterrence of the land of Western Xinjiang. No one knows how deep the water in Western Xinjiang is. For thousands of years, even the giants in Zhongzhou have never dared to touch the land of Western Xinjiang!"
As a monk from Western Xinjiang, Wang Ziqiang couldn't help but speak excitedly when talking about Western Xinjiang, and he was proud in his heart for life.
But when he finished speaking and looked at Tianlang, he found that Tianlang's face was solemn, his pupils contracted, and he looked down tightly at the ground. Xiaolong stopped at some point and hung in the air.
Seeing Tianlang's expression, Wang Ziqiang immediately showed suspicion and looked down with Tianlang's gaze. When he saw the end of Tianlang's gaze, his pupils could not help shrinking, his face instantly pale, and a deep chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he took several steps back with horror.
I saw that not far ahead, there was a giant peak in the sky. The top of the huge peak, and a giant tree with strong roots and stems pierced deeply into the huge peak.
However, all the branches and leaves of this giant tree were cut off, leaving only thick branches, pointing to the sky in a slanted manner!
At this moment, the huge tree was covered with cold corpses!
The winged man stretched out his wings, and was pierced by huge stone nails, nailing the top of the tree to death.
There are monks in martial arts uniforms who are penetrated by branches and hung on dead branches.
...
Winged people, mages, fighters, warriors, cultivators, and some strange races that the sky wolf could not recognize at all. Hundreds of corpses were pierced by sharp blades and hung with a whole towering tree.
Each corpse is in a tragic appearance, with a hideous look on his face, and bright red blood rushes out, dyeing the entire giant tree brightly red.
The giant tree hangs hundreds of corpses in the sky!
In front of the giant tree, there was a wild giant ten feet tall with strong muscles and a strong upper body, just facing the direction of the Tianlang, kneeling in front of the giant tree.
The two thick arms were entangled by two giant vines, and they were hung up like evil sinners, holding their entire body without falling over. The drooping face was covered with ferociousness.
Blood flowed from the giant's chest, and shocking wounds crisscrossed and combined to form a powerful word "Wu". A wild aura hits the face, shocking the mind!
At this time, in the surrounding sky or on the nearby mountain tops, there were also some monks, who were also shocked to look at this shocking picture!
Even the Tianlang was deeply shocked, with a serious face, and asked in a deep voice:
"What's going on? Who is acting like this?"
"Wu...wu War Soul..." Wang Ziqiang stared at the shocking scene in a daze, his face pale and bloodless, and his fear from the bottom of his heart trembled, and he trembled with a name.