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The cold wave was like iron, rushing hard on the river surface. The waves of the three thousand miles of the Red River seemed to be suppressed.

On the north bank, above a twenty-foot-high natural stone pillar, four teenagers were exhausted and lying on the top of the uneven stone pillar, gasping desperately.

The stone pillars are as hard as iron, and there is not much force to borrow. The surface is extremely slippery and climbing up, exhausting their physical strength.

On the south bank, Baili Yulong City is quietly lying on the shore, majestic and quiet.

The Red River is nine miles wide, and the undercurrent is surging. Unknown monsters wander under the water, and the boats cannot be crossed.

Four teenagers, two men and two women, the thinnest teenager was the first to turn over and get up, and with his hands, he looked at Yulong City on the south bank, calm as if he were cold waves, without any feelings.

"Ye Ting, is it here?" Another young man jumped up and cared a little about not having the first to recover his physical strength. His movements were a bit big. When he fell, he also supported the floor with his hands, and his muscles collapsed too tightly, causing pain.

"That's right, sacrifice to the Dragon Platform." The young man named Ye Ting groped on the platform at the top of the stone pillar with his hands. Under his fingers, traces emitted a green light, which were traces of the Demonic Text.

There are only Demon Sects in Fengzhou, Daowen and Sanskrit. When the Demon Sect lights up, two other tired girls barely sit up. The two girls are similar in appearance, at the age of twelve or thirteen, and they look slender. They are covered with rough coats sewn with animal skins, and are tied up with animal tendons around their waists. They are hung with short gazes, and they cannot tell that they are graceful.

Regardless of gender, this is the dress of most people in the Northern Wilderness.

"Xiao Ye..." The slightly taller girl looked at Ye Ting's movements nervously. The magic texts lit up one after another at the top of the stone pillar. Ye Ting's face became paler.

It does not require any magic power to awaken the Dragon Sacrifice Platform, but the people in the Northern Wilderness have no inheritance at all. With a superficial exercise method, you can't accumulate much vitality even if you persist in your life. Moreover, Ye Ting is just a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

"Xinjun, don't disturb Xiaoye." Another girl also had a nervous look in her eyebrows and eyes, dissuading her companions.

The girl named Xinjun bit her lip and said to the tall boy, "Wolf Creek, it's time to take out the things!"

"It's not time." A boy named Langxi put his hand on a skin bag on his waist. The skin bag is rough, but the red lines are wrapped around the outside. The red lines are crystal clear. At a glance, they will make people breathe rapidly, their heartbeats faster, and they can't help themselves.

Ye Ting did not force himself, but stopped and gasped on the spot. This rest made the lit magic text slowly extinguish. He silently calculated in his heart that compared with the time when he recovered his vitality and the time when the magic text was extinguished, he was already 80% sure to awaken the Dragon Sacrifice Platform.

For any demon cultivator, this is a simple thing. As long as you have the third level of Qi refining, you can easily do it. The only function of the demon text on the Dragon Sacrifice Platform is to remind the demon dragon that there is a sacrifice.

"One hour." When Ye Ting regained his vitality, he simply said four words.

Langxi nodded and didn't say anything. He could afford to wait for an hour. In order to join Yulong City, he followed his father to practice since he was a child.

No, that is not practice. For the monks of the Demon Sect, it is just a crude body-building. Ten thousand years of body-building is not as good as the vitality accumulated by the Demon Sect’s ten years of practice.

The Northern Wilderness is located in the northern end of Fengzhou, north of the Red River, and there are few human races. The Northern Wilderness lacks vitality and is not suitable for cultivators from any sect. However, every ten years, Yulong City will send monks to the Northern Wilderness to find suitable young people to practice, join Yulong City, and become disciples of the Demon Sect.

Langxi missed the selection of Yulong City. If he waited for another ten years, he would be twenty-four years old. Yulong City would not require people over 16 years old to start. After he was sixteen years old, he would not be able to complete the twelve-level building of foundation building. No matter how talented he was, he would be stuck in the realm of the sixth-level building if he missed the age of laying the foundation.

Whether it is the Demon Sect or the Taoist Sect, monks are divided into four realms: foundation building, elixir formation, infant realm, and virtual realm.

In the foundation-building realm, one must break through the twelve levels of building. The so-called foundation-building life span is three hundred, which means that the monk who has broken through the sixth level of building foundation-building. The monk who has not broken through the sixth level of building has only a hundred years of life span. He is still just a mortal.

Only Buddhism, practice does not matter sooner or later.

Langxi, Xinjun, Longyin and Ye Ting are the four most, Langxi is the largest, just fourteen years old, Ye Ting is the youngest, and twelve years old. In the next ten years, there is no hope of joining Yulong City. They don’t understand why Yulong City only goes to the Northern Wilderness every ten years to choose disciples. They have no right to question, they can only find a way for themselves.

Yulong City is not without opportunities. People in the Northern Wilderness, as long as you can cross the Red River and reach Yulong City directly, if you are not over sixteen years old, Yulong City will make an exception to recruit you as your disciple.

Langxi patiently waited for Ye Ting to awaken all the demonic texts. They were originally more than four of them. These four were the leaders of the young men in the village. The other young men died in the last action.

A ginseng harvester who was wandering in the Northern Wilderness was ambushed and killed by the teenagers, and seized the blood ginseng of the ginseng harvester. The best offering that the teenagers could find was this blood ginseng. If the blood ginseng could not satisfy the demon dragon, there was no way for Wolf Creek to do so.

There are only four of the 100 households in the village, and all the teenagers are left. If they can't cross the Honghe River, they will not be able to go back to the village and can only wander in the Northern Wilderness. The four teenagers may not live for three years in the Northern Wilderness.

Is such a gambling worth it? It is not a problem for Langxi. If you can make a elixir, you will be the elder of Yulong City, with a rich and beautiful dress and a lifespan of 800.

The so-called life span of a person is a hundred years, which is the theoretical value. How many people on the wasteland can live beyond fifty years old?

As for the Infant Realm, the life span of 3,000 was never thought of. The Lord of Yulong City is just a cultivator in the Infant Realm. His goal is very simple, don’t be a mortal anymore. Since he became sensible, he watched the warriors in the village die one by one on the wasteland, fighting with the wild beasts year after year, which is also the only ending.

The only purpose of life in the village is to eat in one bite.

Ye Ting's sweat flowed down his spine, and his arms were already wet. There were countless handprints on the ground that stained his sweat. In an hour, no more or less, all the demonic texts on the Dragon Sacrifice Platform lit up.

The four young men and women looked at Yulong City on the other side of the river.

Hurry!

The sound was like thunder. I saw shocking waves in the center of the Red River without warning. The huge waves rushed towards the sky and then separated. Langxi and others shivered. In the huge waves, they saw a dragon head.

The young people had limited knowledge and didn't know that it was just a dragon, so they gave birth to a pair of short horns. They were just afraid that the dragon was still five miles away, and their noses were already filled with fishy smell.

boom!

The dragon's body twisted casually, and the huge waves were pressing towards the Dragon Sacrifice Platform. With the impact of the water waves, the smell of fishy smell had already flowed into the hearts. Langxi could not stand and knelt down directly.

The dragon head was high and came to the Dragon Sacrifice Platform and looked down at the four teenagers. Behind the dragon head, at the beginning of the dragon's back, an iron cable penetrated the dragon scales and locked the dragon bones. The iron cable collapsed straight, and at the other end, it passed through the vast water vapor and was fixed on the wall of Yulong City.

Yulong City is indeed worthy of its name.

Ye Ting raised his head and looked straight into the dragon's eyes. He was very tired and was soaked in sweat. Facing the dragon, he didn't know why he was not afraid. If it weren't for being tired and exhausted, he even wanted to stand up and touch the dragon's nose.

The dragon's nose was twitching, and at this time Langxi pulled off the skin around his waist and presented it with both hands.

"What is this?" Jiaolong spoke. As a demon genus, the dragon clan has no cross bones and can speak. It was the first time that Langxi and others heard aliens speak, and the first time they were shocked quite strong.

"This is... a sacrifice to Lord Dragon God." Langxi endured the space in his heart and replied tremblingly. The two girls were already soft and numb, so they could still talk.

"Lord Dragon God?" There was a sarcasm in the dragon's eyes that young people couldn't understand. If he was the Dragon God, how could he be locked by the Dragon City?

The young men dared not speak for fear of rushing to the Dragon God. Even if Ye Ting was not afraid in his heart, the same would be true. At least he still needed to cross the Red River and he had to count on the huge monster in front of him.

In Ye Ting's heart, the dragon is just a stronger monster.

"Do you want to cross the river?" A suction force was generated from the dragon's mouth, and the skin of the wolf stream flew directly into its mouth and disappeared.

"That's right." Langxi was a little used to the pressure of the dragon and answered quickly.

"That's the sacrifice?"

Jiaolong's answer made the four people's hearts sink. Sure enough, blood ginseng cannot satisfy the Dragon God. But they also knew that with their own strength, there was no good way to get better sacrifices.

"What else do you want, let's get it!" Ye Ting turned over and sat up, looking straight into the dragon's eyes.

It seemed that he felt Ye Ting's disrespect. The dragon lowered his head, his nose almost touched Ye Ting's face, and said, "I want your soul."

"No!" The two girls struggled to get up at this time, grabbed Ye Ting's sleeve, and pulled back. The dragon wanted to eat Ye Ting, making them forget their fear in an instant.

"It doesn't matter." The dragon's head raised again, setting a distance from the young men. His eyes looked at the Wolf Creek.

"Wait!" Langxi shouted.

"What are you going to do?" The two girls looked at Langxi angrily. They collected together near the village since they were seven or eight years old, grabbing some insects to fill their stomachs, not to mention that in order to obtain blood ginseng, Ye Ting took action one after another in that fierce battle, saving their lives several times.

Langxi ignored the new king and looked at Ye Ting. Ye Ting's eyes were still not emotional. He nodded slowly and said, "Wangxi has saved me, so it should...it will be...any more. This is what I owe him."

"Ye Ting!" Longyin's little hand grabbed his sleeve tightly, not knowing what to say.

Langxi looked at the three of them entangled, without any guilt in his eyes. He said to Ye Ting: "I owe you this time."

"Wolf Creek, you are ungrateful!" Longyin couldn't help but curse.

Langxi said coldly: "If Lord Dragon God wants my soul, I am willing to replace Ye Ting. In order to come here, do you still remember how many people died? No one cannot sacrifice, for the sake of practicing!"

Xinjun and Longyin could not refute that in order to kill Caishenke, all the friends were killed in battle, leaving only four of them. If they turned around and left, they would be sorry for all the companions who had died before.

Ye Ting shook his sleeves, wiped sweat on his face, and stood up. He was about to die, without fear and cowardice, nor the feeling of generosity and sorrow.

"Lord Dragon God, why don't you eat me?" Xinjun almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence. She said, trembling.
Chapter completed!