Super Dragon Cultivation System

"By the way, didn't that Dong Tianqiao know Zhang Xing? Let's invite him over. Perhaps Zhang Xing will come back to find him."    

    

Miss Liu suddenly remembered the conversation between Zhang Xing and Dong Tianqiao in the ring.    

    

"Yes, yes! Quickly invite Dong Tianqiao to the residence..."    

    

The Liu Clan's seven great aunt and eight great aunt were in a complete mess. Some headed east, some headed west, and some even personally went out to look for Dong Tianqiao.    

    

At this time, Zhang Xing did not stop along the way. He went straight from the central plains to the southwest of Mount Xiqi.    

    

Thousands of years ago, mount Wushan was occupied by the Xiqi tribe and changed its name to Mount Xiqi.    

    

Half a month later, Zhang Xing arrived at Mount Xiqi.    

    

"I wonder if farmer Big Brother is here or not!"    

    

Zhang Xing looked at the mountain full of pine trees and frowned.    

    

He did not leave any contact information with the farmer beforehand, so where could he find it?    

    

There were many races in the southwest region, and there were very few cities. They basically existed in the form of tribes.    

    

It was said that they were all descendants of the World of Divine Remains. When the God King was not around, this tribe gradually split into dozens of tribes.    

    

Later on, in order to snatch cultivation resources, they had countless wars.    

    

Until today, the powerful Divine Remains had already declined into several hundred small tribes.    

    

These people still lived in the primitive forest, following the ancient lifestyle.    

    

Today was the yearly sacrificial day of the Xiqi Tribe.    

    

In ancient times, they used the blood of their enemies to pay tribute to their ancestors.    

    

Now, their enemies had become the people of other tribes who used to be their ancestors.    

    

At this time, two long bugle horns sounded on Mount Sichi. The tribe members were bare-chested and their bodies were covered with colorful patterns.    

    

Their hair was disheveled, and they were dancing a strange dance.    

    

On top of the mountain, there was a three-meter tall altar carved with a soaring black Giant dragon.    

    

This was the totem of the West Qi Tribe.    

    

Every year, they had to use the blood of their enemies to worship their faith.    

    

Beneath the black Giant dragon, a man with unkempt hair and a dirty face was bound by chains made of cold iron.    

    

This man was the farmer Zhang Xing was looking for.    

    

Originally, the Cloud Mountain Tribe had a good friend from his old days. When he came to seek refuge, he didn't want his old friend's tribe to be destroyed, so he was captured as a survivor of the Cloud Mountain Tribe.    

    

The farmer was disheartened. The cultivation level was sealed, and he could only wait to be slaughtered.    

    

Although it was a bad time, he did not blame the heavens. He only sighed that he was not strong enough!    

    

The noon sun slowly moved to the center of the heaven and earth. The sound of the horn suddenly stopped.    

    

A muscular Old Man, who was about two meters tall and wearing a Black Dragon mask, came in front of the farmer.    

    

He waved the dagger in his hand, and a mouthful of wine was in his mouth.    

    

Puff! The wine in his mouth sprayed onto the farmer's chest.    

    

"Black Lord Dragon God, your people have prepared fresh blood for you. Please taste it!    

    

May you bless us with peace and safety for all our lives! "    

    

After he finished speaking, the dagger in his hand flashed coldly and was about to stab at the farmer's chest.    

    

"Roar!"    

    

But at this moment, a world-shaking roar came from the sky.    

    

Old Man's arm trembled, and he raised his head to look at the sky.    

    

Swoosh!    

    

A silver light flashed, and a Giant dragon suddenly appeared above their heads.    

    

"Giant dragon!"    

    

Old Man was stunned. Everyone else in the tribe also stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the sky.    

    

Clang! Old Man's dagger fell on the rock on the altar. It rolled a few times on the stairs and then stopped moving.    

    

"Lord Dragon God has shown his spirit!"    

    

Many people immediately became excited.    

    

However, Old Man was woken up by the sound of the dagger falling. He frowned.    

    

"It's not the Black Dragon God? He's not our Dragon God!"    

    

Old Man pointed to the sky and shouted loudly!    

    

A large portion of the Forsaken God Clan's people believed in Giant dragon.    

    

However, they also had to distinguish the types of Giant dragon.    

    

Some tribes believed in white dragon, while others believed in Golden Dragon. Some believed in Blue Dragon...    

    

In short, as long as it wasn't the totem their tribe believed in, they were enemies.    

    

Furthermore, Old Man quickly discovered that this was a real dragon, and there was a young man standing on top of it.    

    

"Who are you? Why have you come to my West Qi Tribe?"    

    

Old Man calmed his emotions and asked cautiously.    

    

"I'm looking for someone!"    

    

Zhang Xing said faintly.    

    

He was attracted by the voice and wanted to ask about the farmer, Big Brother.    

    

However, when he saw the locked farmer, he asked Long Yinian to stop Old Man.    

    

"Who are you and who are you looking for?"    

    

Old Man guessed that Zhang Xing might be a member of the White Mountain Tribe, because the White Mountain Tribe believed in white dragon.    

    

However, he observed that the dragon in the sky did not seem to be a white dragon.    

    

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that you have captured my Friends.    

    

I order you to release him immediately!"    

    

Zhang Xing looked at the overjoyed farmer, but his cold and murderous voice entered Old Man's ears.    

    

Thump!    

    

Old Man's heart trembled, and his mind buzzed. He felt as if he had fallen into an endless mass of Aura of slaughter.    

    

His cultivation level was close to the peak of the fifth level of the Godly State, and he could defeat any ordinary peak expert with his Totem secret method.    

    

However, at this moment, he was intimidated by a puny little intermediate stage of the fifth level of the Godly State, and his old face immediately turned furious!    

    

"Brat, who do you think you are? Do you think that riding a dragon will allow you to shout and shout in front of me, old Ancestor Xi Qi?!    

    

The main clan is currently holding a memorial ceremony. If you don't want to fight, then quickly leave!    

    

Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"    

    

Old Ancestor Xi Qi was the Chief of this tribe. He was also a cruel and merciless person. If Zhang Xing didn't ride a dragon, he would have sent someone to capture him and pay tribute to the Black Dragon God.    

    

"You can pay tribute to him, but you can't use my blood. I'll give you three breaths of time to release him. Otherwise, I'll... annihilate your tribe!"    

    

Although Zhang Xing's tone was calm, his last sentence was filled with monstrous blood energy!    

    

This caused everyone in the Nisaki tribe to shudder.    

    

They looked at Long Yinian at the same time. Zhang Xing was not scary, but the dragon was scary.    

    

Dragons were the gods in their hearts. They were born with a sense of oppression. Although they were not the Black Dragon tribe they believed in, they were still divine items of that level!    

    

"Kid, don't think that we are afraid of you. What we respect is dragons!"    

    

The corners of Old Ancestor Xi Qi's eyes twitched.    

    

"Cut the crap. If you don't hand him over, you'll die!" Zhang Xing stretched out three fingers. "Three breaths of time have passed!"    

    

"Sigh! Looks like you have to become our enemy!"    

    

Old Ancestor Hisashi slowly took off his mask and respectfully placed it in a corner of the altar.    

    

His right hand made a grabbing motion in the air!    

    

Swish!    

    

A dragon-headed crutch suddenly appeared in his hand.    

    

"Black Dragon Formation!"    

    

Patriarch Hisashi raised his arm and called out. The dragon-headed crutch instantly flashed with a black light, and a large amount of black clouds instantly sprayed out.    

    

It quickly condensed into a black Giant dragon in the air.    

    

At the same time, all the clansmen in the tribe prostrated themselves on the ground, put their palms together, and stretched their hands in front of the head.    

    

Buzz, buzz, buzz...    

    

A strange sound came from all the people, and floated towards the Black Dragon in the air.    

    

The originally illusory dragon body quickly solidified under the support of these sounds.    

    

Facing Long Yinian, old Ancestor Xi Qi didn't dare to be careless and used his strongest technique right away.    

    

Boom! Boom! Boom!    

    

At the same time as he chanted the musical note, the entire Mount Qi shook.    

    

The dragon totem carved from the black stone that was placed in the dark of the mountain body slowly floated up.    

    

A total of 360 black dragon totems!