Chapter 464 White Dragon Lord

A few months later.

To the east of Qinzhou, in Wuzhou, a river stretching for tens of thousands of miles runs through the entire southern part of Wuzhou like a huge silk thread. This is the Bailong River.

In the river, the water ripples were rippling rhythmically. Soon a figure floated out from the river and transformed into a young monk in a green robe. It was none other than Ning Daoran.

This was Ning Daoran’s sixth time exploring the Bailong River since entering Wuzhou.

"Sir."

In the Lingpu Cave, Xiaobai floated out and asked, "Is it true?"

"Exactly!"

Ning Daoran put one hand behind his back, revealing the aura of an immortal, and said: "This Bailong River has accumulated extremely rich essence of heaven and earth, and the depths of the river are profound. If possible..."

He flicked his sleeves lightly, and suddenly a long sword flew out from behind him and stood in front of him. It was the Autumn Water Sword.

For a moment, Ning Daoran's eyes were slightly moved, and he said: "In the blink of an eye, my junior sister has been gone for forty years, but this Autumn Water Sword is still of the third-grade upper grade..."

He groaned, "Why not stay here for a while? I will spend several years or even decades to refine the essence of the White Dragon River and recast the Autumn Water Sword!"

“Ahhh~~”

The big stupid deer walked out of the Lingpu Cave, and its four shining hooves stepping on the water waves looked extremely sacred.

It tilted its head and nudged Ning Daoran's arm, signaling Ning Daoran not to be sad, and that the Autumn Water Sword would always be with them like its junior sister.

"Um."

Ning Daoran looked up and said, "However, this Bailong River is not an ownerless place. There is a demon king entrenched here. Before we sacrifice the essence of the river, we have to meet this demon king."

"Very good. Very good."

Xiaobai narrowed his eyes and smiled.

These past few days, Ning Daoran had been using the water escape technique to travel back and forth in the Bailong River to survey the energy in the river, while Xiaobai had transformed herself into a female cultivator of the human race and traveled everywhere, and had learned a lot about the situation in the southern part of Wuzhou and the Bailong River area.

There are very few human sects and immortal cultivation families established along the Bailong River, and most of them have been destroyed. This is all thanks to the demon king.

In the middle reaches of the Bailong River, there is a Bailong Mountain. This Bailong Mountain is located on a fourth-order lower-grade spiritual vein and has always been a battleground for the immortals in Wuzhou.

And just many years ago, a third-stage late white dragon occupied this place. This white dragon called himself "White Dragon Lord" and built a nest on the White Dragon Mountain. He cleared out a large area of ​​human sects around it and had been king for many years.

Many human cultivators from Wuzhou have come to destroy the monster, but they have all failed. So far, no Nascent Soul cultivator has appeared, so the white dragon lives a very carefree life.

Ning Daoran frowned. At this moment, to Bailong Mountain, his group was undoubtedly an uninvited guest! ...

In the afternoon, a canoe carved from thousand-year-old wood was sailing in the river. Ning Daoran stood on the bow of the canoe, Xiaobai stood in the middle, and the big stupid deer was steering the stern.

The canoe went down the river, accompanied by the rapid current, and soon arrived at the legendary Bailong Mountain.

From a distance, there is a mountain range with white rock walls covered by a large number of vines and trees. From the outside, it looks lush and green. And right on the top of the mountain, there stands a black flag with a white dragon pattern on it.

In the world of immortal cultivation in the Eastern Wilderness, black battle flags have represented great evil since ancient times, which is enough to prove the intentions of this white dragon.

"Stop the boat and go up the mountain to ask for the sword."

Ning Daoran said leisurely.

“Ahhh~~”

The big stupid deer let out a deer cry, turned over and jumped into the bottom of the boat, carried the dozens of meters long canoe on its shoulders and jumped onto the shore.

Ning Daoran and Xiaobai jumped off the boat and looked up at Bailong Mountain.

It is indeed a beautiful place with extremely abundant spiritual energy. The concentration of spiritual energy at the top of the mountain is richer than that of the lower fourth grade, and is only one step away from the middle fourth grade.

It's a pity that such a good place is occupied by monsters.

“Follow me up the mountain.”

Ning Daoran put his hands behind his back and rode a beam of light up the mountain.

Behind him, Dabenlu and Xiaobai also showed their cultivation and went up the mountain with Ning Daoran.

"Who dares to break into Bailong Mountain without permission?!"

On the mountain path, a toad spirit holding a steel fork was shouting.

"roll!"

Xiaobai flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a snow-white palm as white as jade slapped the cheek of the little demon who was only in the Qi Refining stage. The toad spirit screamed and rolled into the forest, half of its life was gone.

Although there were still monsters appearing along the way, they were all intimidated by Ning Daoran's aura and did not dare to stop him.

On the top of the mountain, a roaring sound was heard from a cave full of a foul smell. Soon after, two lights like red lanterns appeared in the dark cave. When they got closer, they turned out to be a pair of eyes.

The majestic white dragon slowly meandered out of the cave. In fact, it could not be called a white dragon as it had no horns on its head yet. At most, it was a white-scaled river dragon. It probably borrowed the name of the Bailong River to call itself a white dragon.

"This fellow Taoist."

The white dragon shrank and quickly transformed into a young monk wearing a white Confucian robe and exuding a scholarly air. He smiled and said, "I don't know why you broke into my White Dragon Mountain?"

"Forgive me, fellow Taoist."

Ning Daoran frowned and said, "I am Qiushui Zhenren. I plan to live in Bailong River for a while. Unfortunately, the area along the Bailong River is extremely deserted. Only Bailong Mountain is attractive to me. So I hope you can give up your love and let me use Bailong River as my cave. I also hope you can move out immediately to avoid mistakes."

When he said this, he was ecstatic.

It turns out that being a villain feels so good, there is no need to reason at all! "Daoyou..."

Bai Long frowned, "Isn't this too much of an act? I have been managing Bai Long Mountain for many years and have spent a lot of effort to clear out the locusts in the surrounding area. Do you think you can seize Bai Long Mountain with just one sentence?"

As he spoke, the white dragon twisted its body and restored its true form. The swirling body was filled with murderous energy. Its bloody mouth opened and it roared, "Where are the members of the White Dragon Cult? This vain person actually wants to occupy my White Dragon Mountain. Cut them into pieces!"

Suddenly, demonic aura rose from the caves of all sizes around the mountain, and figures appeared on Bailong Mountain.

“My Lord…”

A middle-aged man holding a blood-red long sword licked his lips and said with a smile: "This person is not a good person. The two spirit beasts he raised are actually in the late Jindan stage. It's incredible."

This person is a wild boar demon, in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. He looks thick-skinned and full of strength.

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"Hmph, the monsters that have been tamed by humans have long lost their vitality. They are no match for our monster clan at the same level. There is no need to worry!" Bai Long said in a cold voice.

"Your Excellency is right."

A slender woman in red said with a smile: "There are countless followers in the White Dragon Sect, so how could I be afraid of a few of them?"

"Exactly!"

A group of Foundation Establishment stage monsters raised their weapons and shouted.

"Quick victory."

Ning Daoran was too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of monsters. He flashed past with a flash of lightning. A big green dragon was already in his hand. The dragon demon body appeared and he shot the white dragon in the face with a fierce shot!

This shot was fast and accurate! Moreover, it was a sneak attack with the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Art, catching the White Dragon off guard!

"you!"

Bai Long's pupils contracted violently as he saw the Qinglong Spear was about to fall. The best case scenario was that his nose would be blown off. But at this moment, a light flashed in Bai Long's eyes and his body disappeared!

“Shua——”

The Green Dragon Spear flew across the sky but missed the target, causing the air to explode continuously without hitting the body of the white dragon.

"Teleport?"

Ning Daoran was surprised. He didn't expect that the white dragon had such magical powers! The next second, his spiritual sense locked onto the white dragon's location. It was actually in the mountains two miles away! "Xiaobai, Laolu, I'll leave this to you. I'll go and kill the white dragon!" Ning Daoran said.

"Don't worry, sir!"

“Ahhh~~~”

At the moment when Xiaobai and Dabenlu responded, Ning Daoran's eyes lit up, and the world in front of him instantly turned into a grid. He took a step and teleported several miles away to appear in front of the white dragon. The golden elixir spiritual pressure burst out instantly and crushed it!

"you……"

Bailong was horrified.

Firstly, it was amazed at how a Jindan cultivator like Ning Daoran could teleport in the Nascent Soul stage? You should know that its own flashing magical power comes from the blood of its ancestral bloodline, but what does a mere human Jindan rely on? Secondly, this person is obviously at the same level as itself, and the spiritual pressure of monsters of the same level must be stronger than that of humans. This person actually launched spiritual pressure, is he asking for trouble? However, in the next second, Bailong felt as if a mountain suddenly pressed on his body, and the speed of the demonic energy in his body was reduced by more than half! It was really a ghost. It was a dignified third-stage demon king, but it was suppressed by the spiritual pressure of a human Jindan! ?

"you……"

The white dragon twisted its body, its eyes flashed again, and it activated its flashing magical power once again.

However, the next second, Ning Daoran also teleported over and landed in front of Bai Long. He extended his left fist full of blood and power and landed hard on the bridge of Bai Long's nose.

"Bang~~~"

With a loud bang, the white dragon's huge body, which was as big as a small hill, flew backwards and hit the forest behind it hard. Countless old trees were crushed directly. The white body rolled together like a ball and finally smashed into a mountain.

"come out!"

Ning Daoran came in a flash, his body in the air, raised the Great Blue Dragon, activated the full power of the Dragon Demonic Force and fiercely shot it down! "Bang!"

In an instant, the big blue dragon spread to a length of more than ten thousand feet, and turned into a blood-red light that fell from the sky, instantly smashing the top of the mountain and splitting the entire mountain in two! Along with the roar, the white dragon's body was hit hard by the blow, and it was already vomiting blood.

"Daoyou!"

It struggled hard, pressing its front paws against the jagged rocks, retreating with fear in its eyes, and said, "I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again. I'll give the White Dragon Mountain to you, and I hope you can spare my life..."

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it..."

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party. Just when his eyes opened wide again a second later, a long sword surrounded by lightning flew out from between his eyebrows and silently pierced through the white dragon's head, killing it directly!

(End of this chapter)