"Jump down..."

Camden's eyes gradually dimmed as he looked at the old dragon slayer. Despair and powerlessness turned into a flood that drowned him.

Traveling thousands of miles, bidding farewell to his father, and risking everything to climb the mountain alone, the hardships would make an adult or even a warrior despair, but Camden, who was only ten years old, survived and came step by step to the old man who was said to have slayed the last dragon in the world. Unexpectedly, the final outcome was still like a broken night without the shining stars, which made him despair and no longer have the motivation to support himself.

"I escaped from the capital to here, but I still have such a fate. Is this my fate? I can never see my father again, and I can't save my mother... Jun'er is unfilial!"

The hand that was tightly grasping the hard snow mud on the ground gradually loosened. Camden no longer looked at the old dragon slayer. He stood up expressionlessly and walked towards the cliff tremblingly, as powerless as snowflakes swaying in the cold wind.

Looking down at the bottomless abyss, the curling mist made Camden dizzy. The whistling of cold wind came from behind him. Camden, who had already given up hope, laughed miserably, and jumped down with his heart hard and eyes open.

After a while, the leading white-clothed man saw that the old dragon-slaying man closed his eyes and did not move at all, and could not help asking, "My Lord, are you really not going to save him?"

"Save him? Why did he want me to save him?"

"But... don't you want to..."

"Bukongtang, when did you learn to be scheming?"

The white-clothed man felt a chill on his back, and hurriedly half-knelt and said, "I dare not."

With a sneer, the old man's white-mottled blind eyes "looked" into the distance, "I know that you, the kings and marquises who once dominated Dayu and even laughed at the seven states, have been detained in the desolate Yunzhou by an old man like me for so many years. You must be full of resentment."

Behind them, a group of people fell down, and more than 30 white-clothed people hung their heads, did not speak, and did not dare to look at the disabled old man. As the old man said, they were all powerful people who were famous decades ago. Most of them were martial arts masters, and there were also hidden figures of unorthodox ways. Ordinary king-level masters would be fine, but the leading man in white was a master who had been ranked in the top few on the Martial King List decades ago and had already stepped half a foot into the Venerable level. His prestige in the seven states of the world was second only to the Venerable-level figures, except for those mysterious masters who were hard to find.

Even so, these people half-knelt willingly in front of the disabled old man, and no matter how dissatisfied they were, they did not dare to act rashly.

"Time is fate, the way is unpredictable, and luck is also unpredictable. You met me when I needed help the most, and you couldn't resist the temptation of Tongtian Dao and followed me here to guard the edge of Yunzhou. All this can only be blamed on your luck." The old man closed his eyes slightly, and his voice gradually became low, "That child is also the same. 'Looking' at his face, he lacks the way of the acquired nature, but his will is very good, and there are also changes in his fate, and his luck is uncertain. Good and bad are interdependent, and luck and opportunities are often fleeting. Don't you think so, Bukongtang?"

With a flash of deep thought in his eyes, Bukongtang hesitated slightly and said, "My lord, are you saying that he will have an adventure in the Buried Dragon Valley? There are many rare beasts and magical medicines there, but..."

"But it depends on whether he survives. It's a miracle that he can get here with such a useless body. If he can catch a ray of luck, he may really change his fate. This luck has nothing to do with people's mental efforts. It exists between life and death. If he can't catch it, even if he is smart, it's not a pity to die. Nowadays, the martial arts passed down in the land of Qizhou are too inferior, so he doesn't need to learn them." The old dragon slayer said coldly, and suddenly his face froze, "You all get up, the damn birdman is coming."

It doesn't matter if you don't learn... Bukongtang was slightly stunned when he heard it, and looked at the old dragon slayer in astonishment. What kind of mind does the master have? It seems that he doesn't really care about the boy with excellent mind, but why does he let him die?

By the way, that valley! Bukongtang suddenly remembered the secret of the valley mentioned by the old man after he was drunk several years ago. Although he didn't say it in detail, Bukongtang clearly remembered the old man's strong sense of caution at that time. What kind of existence can make the world's top figures fear and be wary?

Before the old man finished speaking, the originally clear sky gradually darkened, and a dark cloud flew from the end of the sky, spinning and getting bigger and bigger, as if trying to pull down the night in advance.

"Nightmare array? Humph, what tricks are those birdmen trying to play this time?" Bu Kongtang snorted coldly, with annoyance flashing between his eyebrows, and took two steps forward.

"Wait a minute. Cang Nuzi, go and disperse that cloud array." The old man pushed open the table in front of him and said.

The thin and tall man in white frowned, stepped out of the crowd, tore off his veil, and his handsome face seemed completely unwashed by the years.

"Teng!"

Cang Nuzi's face did not move, but he opened his mouth and spit out a word. When he said this word "Teng" carelessly, the ground suddenly trembled. Two meteors flashed in the sky that never went dark, and the starlight instantly sank under his feet. Cang Nuzi's figure became hazy, and the next moment, he was flying up into the sky on the nebula.

If Camden was still here, he would be shocked to see this scene. With such ability, can he still be considered a warrior?

"It's so easy to perform the Gemini Star Teng Technique. It seems that he will be able to reach the realm of Dao Zun soon. Good, very good."

The old man "watched" Cang Nuzi soaring up with interest and said casually. Bu Kongtang felt a chill in his heart when he heard the tone without any traces of waves. For so many years, the blind old dragon slayer could judge their progress of cultivation without seeing. Even though he had long been accustomed to it, every time at this time, Bu Kongtang would still feel an indescribable chill in his heart.

Is it true that blindness is nothing to people at the level of the dragon slayer? Can he "see" everything without using his eyes? What incredible level of cultivation has he reached? And am I really so far away?

Facing the dark cloud, Cang Nuzi narrowed his eyes slightly, his face still as calm as an ancient well.

Thirty years have passed, and it seems to have passed in the blink of an eye, but how many thirty years can a person have in his life? At that time, he was walking in the world as the most talented disciple of the contemporary Dangyu Pavilion, one of the eight major sects in the world. Not to mention the younger generation, even the famous heroes respected him, just because he was the seventh genius in the history of the Seven States in thousands of years to break through the Hou level before the age of twenty.

You know, those who are in the Hou level are all famous heroes who have been famous for a long time, dominating one side and admired by thousands of people. Most people, if they can reach the Hou level in this life, they have already relied on the blessings of their ancestors for eighteen generations. At that time, Jiantianyun Pavilion had predicted that with his qualifications, Cang Nuzi could reach the Zun level before the age of one hundred, and even the mysterious Tongtian Dao would have a chance.

But he refused to accept it. He was a genius who had broken through the Marquis level at the age of 18. How could he be willing to wait until he was old to have the opportunity to touch the way to heaven? So when he accidentally met the legendary dragon-slaying old man, he followed him to Luoyun Mountain without hesitation, just for the "Seven Classics of the Imperial Star Field" promised by the dragon-slaying old man.

This is a legendary magic formula, not belonging to the martial arts, but the mysterious magic formula that has long disappeared in the land of the Seven States. Now the long-lost mysterious secret book has been deeply engraved in his mind, and he himself is only one step away from the Venerable level. Among the people in the Dragon Palace, the only one he can't see through is Bukongtang, who is very secretive about his own cultivation. He has the opportunity to glimpse the Venerable level before he is fifty years old, which is enough to make him laugh at the world. But he can only stay in this deserted end of Yunzhou for one or two years... or even a lifetime, not only because of the deterrence of the Venerable Lord, but also for those hateful winged people who keep trying to cross the Luoyun Mountains on the opposite side of the sea.

No one knows why the old dragon slayer hates the winged people so much. After gathering these young masters and teaching them the wonderful skills beyond martial arts, he secretly repaired the Dragon Palace on the top of the Wuguang Peak on the top of Luoyun Mountain, guarding this corner and killing the winged people day after day. But for them, with the hatred of the people of Qizhou towards the winged people, these foreigners who wanted to come to Qizhou were worthy of being killed. However, since they went to Luoyun Mountain, the half-master and half-master of the dragon slayer has never let them leave the mountain.

"Damn it..." Cang Nuzi's eyebrows leaked a trace of coldness, and his legs stopped in the sky. His arms were around his head, and his fingertips shot towards the stars. The wind swept across his cuffs, and the dark sleeves suddenly lit up.

It was seven silver star rays falling from the sky, wrapping around Cang Nuzi's arms, as majestic as a god. The fundamental of practicing the Mysterious Dao is to utilize the power of the stars. With Cang Nuzi's current peak king-level strength, although he can barely soar in the air for a moment, it is effortless to mobilize the external forces of the seven main stars.

"Break!" Cang Nuzi shouted coldly, trying to sweep the power of the stars towards the dark cloud.

At this moment, before the star power transformed into light and wind attacked, the dark cloud actually began to dissipate by itself. Bu Kongtang, who was standing in front of everyone, only saw the three huge and sharp claws exposed under the dark cloud, still dripping with blood. His heart tightened, and a mysterious feeling arose from the bottom of his heart. He subconsciously glanced at the cliff that Camden had just jumped off.

"You also felt it?" The voice of the Dragon Slayer fell into Bukongtang's ears, "The "Shocking and Chaotic Mysterious Killing Dao" I taught you is a combination of supreme martial arts and astrology. If you haven't noticed it yet, you are really sorry for the efforts of the previous master of Dragon Palace."

Bukongtang was slightly stunned. First, he couldn't figure out the purpose of the Dragon Slayer teaching him this unique skill, and second, because his taciturn master seemed to be in a particularly high mood today, and his words vaguely revealed some old stories.

"This is interesting. The strange bird brought by the birdman seems to be related to the fate of the Zhou kid, but it is hard to tell whether it is alive or dead. This theory of fate is really as she said. The closer you are, the harder it is to see clearly." The Dragon Slayer closed his eyes slightly.

"Zhou kid...strange bird..." Bukongtang looked up at the sky, only to see that the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun's light shone on the huge creature. It turned out to be a three-clawed giant bird that kept screaming and struggling, and its body was so huge that it could cover the sky.

"A giant bird with three claws... Could it be the legendary wind bird?" Bu Kongtang muttered.

"Of course not." Another man in white thought for a moment and said, "Although the wind bird recorded in the "Book of Strange Beasts" is also huge and has three legs, it is gentle in temperament, unlike the one in front of us, which is so irritable and often hides in the mountains and swamps. This one is so similar to the wind bird, but it appears here. Maybe it is its ancient distant relative, but I don't know..."

"That is the seventh-ranked hunter wind on the list of evil creatures. It soars in the sea and likes to eat giant whales and wind birds in the sea. Humph, although it is a close relative of the wind tribe birds, it likes to hunt its own relatives. What a sin." The old dragon slayer said and opened his eyes.

The white-clothed people next to him were all surprised when they heard this. The monsters in the top 50 of the list of evil beasts are all terrifying existences, with strengths no less than the Venerable level, and the top 20 are comparable to the existence of all-powerful masters. Although the Winged People have unique methods, they have only known one master of the Venerable level for so many years. Could it be that this remnant of the tribe really has a master who can capture the Liefeng from Lanhai? The old man in white clothes who was just showing off his knowledge took out the silk cloth book and wrote something slowly.

"Okay, call Cang Nuzi back. Bu Kongtang, you lead ten people to shoot down the Liefeng."

Before the words fell, something strange happened.

The Winged People in the sky roared and dodged the manic Liefeng trapped in the formation. The leader said something to his companions in ancient language, and then took out a half-human-high giant egg from the bag behind him and threw it towards Luoyun Mountain.

The silver-white giant egg flew towards the Lightless Peak with great force, and suddenly accelerated halfway. Seeing the big egg about to hit the mountain, Liefeng's "bird face" showed a panic, flapping its wings and wailing.

At this moment, everyone on Luoyun Mountain knew what tricks the winged people wanted to play, which was nothing more than using Liefeng's egg to lure it to Luoyun Mountain, and then kill people with borrowed knives. However, in the eyes of the white-clothed people, these winged people were too stupid. Even as strong as Liefeng, he had no chance of winning against the old dragon slayer.

No matter how weak the old man with a crippled eye and a crippled leg looked on the top of the mountain, no one in the land of Qizhou could forget that the last dragon in the world was broken by his own hands.

What was there to fear about Liefeng?