Ancient Thunder Dragon Spell

After Lei Yang stepped into the city, he suddenly felt that the difference between the inside of the city and the South Vietnam city was too huge, it had exceeded what he had imagined.    

    

Whether it was the buildings, the streets, the shops, the clothes, the etiquette, or even the people, they were all completely different from the cities in South Vietnam.    

    

The buildings here were all circular shaped like fortresses, with a dome shaped like a fortress with many shades of white. Compared to the exquisite and exquisite buildings in the South Vietnam, it was a far cry.    

    

However, the buildings here were not rough either, and they were well-balanced, with a sense of dignity and majesty, as though they were from the royal family. They only pursued a grand and imposing aura, which was why they lacked the agility and agility of the buildings in the South Vietnam, and instead had a rigid look.    

    

However, as Lei Yang walked within the foreign city, he experienced the completely different scenery. Feeling the local customs and customs of this foreign land, it became very novel for a moment.    

    

However, he was wearing a cloak over his head and a black veil over his face. As he walked, he appeared very conspicuous, and the people on the street kept glancing at him.    

    

Lei Yang kept walking forward. This city forbade flying, so he was not able to fly, thus, even if he was inside, he would not be able to find out the structure and the overall appearance of Falling Moon City. Therefore, he thought, he needed to find a shop to inquire about the situation here.    

    

However, just as he was about to sidle into a shop, he suddenly felt something approaching behind him. He subconsciously dodged, and then he heard a muffled bang from the ground behind him, as if something heavy had fallen onto the ground.    

    

Lei Yang was instantly on guard, thinking that someone was purposely provoking him, he focused on the scene, but the scene that he saw was different from what he imagined, and he could not help but have his pupils constrict.    

    

At that moment, blood was still constantly seeping out of the head, and it was rolling on the ground. His eyes were wide open, and an indescribable fear could be seen in them.    

    

"This is too bloody, too brutal!" Lei Yang muttered in his heart, he felt that the people of West Cold were extremely valiant.    

    

Just now, Lei Yang had observed that on the way here, most of the cultivators were in the Spirit Origin Realm realm. The number of Core Formation cultivators were extremely few, but their physiques were exceptionally strong.    

    

In the South Vietnam, it was rare to see someone getting their head chopped off in public. Although there were people killing and fighting, they were mostly in the hidden mountains, and these kinds of bloody scenes were rare.    

    

"Hey, kick that dog head over to me?" Just as Lei Yang was deep in thought, a strong voice suddenly sounded out in the quiet street.    

    

This voice was rough like a bell, when it opened his mouth, it was like a peal of spring thunder, no matter how one listened to it, they would feel that it contained an unspeakable arrogance and savagery, causing Lei Yang to immediately look over.    

    

At this moment, on a stone street not too far away from him stood a sturdy man. He was most likely two meters tall, and his body was like an iron tower.    

    

He released the aura of a late stage Core Formation without restraint, causing all of the cultivators who were originally spectating to not dare to get too close, and their gazes revealed a strong sense of fear. Even the ten or so followers behind that fellow were all submissive, standing far away from him, not daring to get close at all.    

    

Compared to ordinary cultivators, his clothes were extremely luxurious. The slightly purplish silk of his long white robe accentuated his noble identity.    

    

He was holding two egg-sized, light-yellow jade-like walnuts in his right hand. He turned them over in his palm and narrowed his eyes to look at the headless body on the ground before him. His expression was very calm and tranquil.    

    

He then fiercely said, "F * cking hell, how dare you scheme against something that my Ninth Master has set his eyes on? I feel really sorry to just let you die like this."    

    

"Brothers, sew up his head and feed it to the wolves on the desert. Listen carefully, this territory belongs to us, the Ninth Master, in Falling Moon City. Don't have any improper thoughts in my territory or else you will end up like him!"    

    

His words were extremely arrogant, and his entire person seemed extremely domineering. His face was fierce and fierce, and he felt that even though the spittle flying out of his mouth could kill people, no one in the whole street dared to make a different sound, not even to breathe heavily.    

    

Lei Yang was wearing his cape and a black veil, adding to the fact that he was only a newcomer, he did not know what this fellow was talking about, but he was completely interested in it.    

    

He paused for a moment and was about to continue walking forward, preparing to enter the former shop to inquire about the situation here, but before he could take a step, the man with a full beard who called himself Ninth Master spoke up again: "Hey, I told you to kick that dog's head over. Are you f * cking deaf or what? Can't you hear me?"    

    

This time, Lei Yang felt as if this fellow was talking to him, and so he immediately turned to look at him again.    

    

Unexpectedly, Ninth Master pointed at Lei Yang impatiently: "What are you looking at, country bumpkin, it's you, the cloaked one, hurry up, before I lose my patience, quickly kick that head over here, otherwise it will end up like this dog!"    

    

Damn, a mere late stage Core Formation actually dared to point fingers at him. This immediately caused a bit of anger to rise in Lei Yang's heart.    

    

He was about to open his mouth to tell this ignorant fellow to scram, but at this moment, a kind old man walked out from the shop behind him.    

    

The old man was also a cultivator, but his cultivation was not very high, and was only at the middle stage of the Spiritual Source. Looking at Lei Yang who was standing there dumbly, he judged that he should have just arrived at this place, so he kindly reminded Lei Yang: "You should have just arrived, this Ninth Elder's name is Zhao Jiucheng, he is the big boss of this east region of Moonfall City. He is known as Ninth Master, and his power is indescribable.    

    

As the saying goes, a real man is able to bend and bend, so why try to act cocky? Since you've covered your face, just lower your head and kick it over to him. After all, it's not too bad for your face! "    

    

Originally, to an evil person, Lei Yang did not even have a grain of sand in his eyes, but seeing how kind the old man was, he did not have the heart to refute his good intentions in public. Furthermore, since he had just arrived, he did not want to get himself involved, so he calmed his anger down and raised his leg to kick the head of the person not far from him.    

    

But before he could kick him, Ninth Master shouted, "You old bastard, who told you to meddle in other people's business. Brothers, cut his tongue off for me!"    

    

"Yes sir!" The followers of the Ninth Master immediately obeyed, and in a flash, two burly men rushed forward, heading toward the old man who had just appeared to persuade them.    

    

This caused Lei Yang to be furious, he could not take it any longer, it was too despotic, the old man had only said a few words of good intentions to him, but he actually wanted to cut off another's tongue, this, made him unable to watch any longer.    

    

"If you don't want to die, then you better retreat. As for you, I will only give you three breaths of time to disappear from my sight. Otherwise, die!"