Huang Zhao, the golden-winged roc, stood there quietly, looking at the silver-haired man from a distance.
After entering the ice lake space, he was affected and unable to maintain his human form. Huang Zhao had experience and was not surprised. Maybe he could recover some abilities until the ice broke, but he didn't want that. That was a road of no return...
The ice lake is deathly silent, or the resting place of the dragon is quiet.
Viewed from a distance from the side, the picture is slightly empty, with a light cyan ice surface and a white misty sky. A person and an eagle stand far apart on both sides, watching each other without moving.
After a long while, the golden-winged roc spoke first.
"After all these years, your love for Dragon Bones is still as sincere as before, and the aroma of wine is still the same. If I have the chance, I would like to drink a good wine with you again."
"Brother Huang, do you want to stop me?"
Huang Zhao did not answer this question, and his eyes were melancholy when he thought of something.
"Back then, you and I supported each other in this crisis-ridden place and finally survived. I, Huang Zhao, was not a kind person but a ferocious monster. My father died in the battle at Shenhua Mountain. Since then, I have seen many things and understood a lot. Things happened, and I suddenly realized that you are the only one who is my friend, or can be considered a friend."
"friend……"
The silver-haired man was stunned for a moment.
A trace of guilt flashed across his face inadvertently. He had other thoughts when he became friends with Huang Zhao. The world is dangerous and who dares to reveal his true nature? But now he suddenly heard that this monster cared about his friend. He suddenly felt ashamed. Maybe Huang Zhao Zhao also knew that he didn't mean it, but he still cared about it.
"The dragon skeleton suppresses the endless corpses under the ice sea. If there is an accident, there will be a catastrophe. You will become a sinner, and no one can bear the consequences."
Hearing this, the silver-haired man who hesitated just now turned red and suddenly raised the mechanical crossbow, aiming it at the huge eagle head.
"Still trying to stop me!"
"you will die!"
"So what? Will I die if I don't come to this Dragon Tomb? I have less than thirty years left in my life! It's impossible to improve even half a step further! I will definitely die!"
Huang Zhao opened his mouth but could not say anything. He had nothing to say. Who is not afraid of death?
The silver-haired man may have lost his cultivation and couldn't control his shortness of breath, and was shouting with emotion.
"I saw my father grow old and die! I saw my wives and concubines die! My son, grandson, and great-grandson all died of old age and no longer exist! Now it's my turn! I don't want to become a ghost king and hide in a cave to survive!"
"Death, everything ends, reincarnation? Hahaha~"
"Can there be opportunities in this life after reincarnation? There is only one cultivator in the world and he has wasted his life due to his limited qualifications. The dragon is a sacred beast, and his remains have the aura of an immortal. This is my only chance to become an immortal!"
"I have no choice! There is no way out!"
The roar of the empty and silent ice lake space spread far, far away...
After the roar, there was a violent bellows-like breathing, and the huge golden-winged roc just looked at the little thing in the distance quietly.
For a long time, one person and one demon sighed.
"Well, I originally wanted to stop you from doing stupid things, but you should have a back-up plan. Since I can't stop you, there is no need to waste your energy in vain. Take care."
The golden-winged roc knew that he could regain some cultivation by breaking the ice with his eagle claws, but doing so was equivalent to sending his friend to the Dragon Tomb. Without cultivation, he could not break the ice and could only rely on special means. The breakthrough is just a way to send him, and when he enters the real dragon tomb, he will disappear like the white dragon into the water, which cannot be stopped.
"Thank you. I will remember you as my friend."
The golden-winged roc, which turned to leave, trembled, nodded and disappeared into the white wind, snow and mist.
The silver-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the mechanical crossbow and continued walking towards the center of the ice lake. He was a little shaken at first, but after yelling, he became more determined, as if those words were meant for him.
The ice lake is as clean as a mirror, and only one person is walking forward breathing in the white hot breath.
When he figured it was enough, he stopped, took out a special device from his backpack and combined it into an ice axe, took off his obstructive cotton clothes, and wielded the ice ax to chop the ice hard...
Ice shards flew and fell into the collar, melting and making them cool.
The sound of banging and chopping broke the tranquility of the ice lake, and no one came to disturb him in a short period of time. After all, the monks did not have the habit of carrying crossbows, and there was no magic weapon that could withstand the magic of the Dragon Sleeping Land.
After digging a small hole, he threw away the ice axe, picked up a few bamboo tubes and stuffed them into the ice pit, stuffed a long thin cotton thread soaked in black and gray gunpowder into the small holes in the bamboo tubes, struck a fire with flint and lit the fuse...
Finally, he took out some damaged white jade-like dragon scales and walked to a distance to stand.
Close your eyes and calm your intense breathing.
Boom~!
The fire was dazzling and the explosion was violent, sending up ice slag all over the sky!
The explosion seemed to spread across the ice lake space to the south across the ice and snow world. Mu, who was weaving a bird's nest in Longmen Desert, sighed and put down the bird's nest. He was not in a good mood. Bai Yujun, who was staying in Baifu to gain weight, suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep and looked to the north. With a sad face, sad that the remains of the good dragon will no longer exist, maybe this is good, but it will eventually return to nothingness.
In a remote bamboo forest village in the south, a father and son of unknown generations of the Yuan family were playing chess. They were suddenly shaken and looked north...
When the cold water spread to the ice, the silver-haired man took a deep breath. Without even looking at the disciples of the two sects rushing towards him in the white mist in the distance, he jumped into the water without hesitation with white scales in hand.
After entering the water and throwing it out, the newly cracked ice will freeze quickly.
The disciples of the two sects who were running quickly threw out their swords and golden bowls in an attempt to kill the silver-haired man. The flying swords and golden bowls flew far away and clattered to the ground together, which was useless. They secretly regretted that they should have carried their crossbows with them if they had known this. How nice.
There was nothing else on the ice except a set of tattered cotton-padded clothes, a mechanical crossbow and other sundries.
Under the ice, the sinking silver-haired man suddenly disappeared...
The dragon soul was gone, and he did not see the mysterious ink painting world. What he saw was a misty space. The huge prone dragon bone exuded a strong pressure. When the scales were brought close to the chest, it became much lighter. The silver-haired man who saw the dragon bone for the first time was a little unbelievable. , pursuing is one thing, but actually seeing it is another.
"As expected of a divine beast."
He is very cautious and will not touch the keel rashly, for fear of triggering some mysterious restrictions and causing an accident.
In the southern wilderness, Bai Yujun came to the top of a high mountain in plain clothes and faced the north...
Jumping high and floating gently between the two dragon horns on the top of the dragon's head, holding the mysterious magic formula with his hands, clenching his teeth and holding on for about half an hour, his body slowly leaned close to but not touching the dragon's bones, and golden energy moved towards the forehead of the dragon's bones. The silver-haired man poured...
There was singing and dancing in the Central Plains, and some people held banquets to celebrate their official promotions, exchanging cups and cups to connect with officialdom. Some people colluded with the government to trap the poor and seize acres of land and shops. They made a fortune digging cellars to hide gold. There were also people sitting in brothels to guide the country and drink and have fun. Criticizing and suppressing warriors is more about digging in the soil and begging the landlords and gentry for a chance...
Under the ice in the north, the silver-haired man who had just absorbed the power of a tiny immortal god was shocked. Mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the dragon bone. After the flash, the dragon bone shattered and was destroyed. The silver-haired man was dragged into the crack caused by the collapse of the mysterious space...
In the high mountains of the Southern Wilderness, Bai Yujun in plain clothes knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and sent the divine dragon back to heaven and earth...
