The day ends and the stars set over the black mountains.
The paper umbrella opened and floated, spinning quietly, protecting the sleeping figure lying on the ground. The temperature dropped, and the wind blew the hair slightly, but it still didn't wake up. The clone didn't know the situation and didn't dare to move, but stood quietly and waited. The Dragon Spear was silent and cold. …
On a cold night, the stars turn from one side to the other, and meteorites occasionally fall to the ground.
When the star's light illuminated the gray dead planet again, the tip of its tail moved.
Slowly raise your head to wake up.
The air was thin, cold and dry, and the sweat had long since dried.
I sat up with my hands on the ground and recalled the flashback image I saw before I fainted. It always felt unreal, as if I had had a ridiculous dream. I wandered in the starry sky for unknown years and came to this place, crossing time and space to witness the ancient target against the dragon clan. Is the war destined to happen or a coincidence?
The ruins are desolate and quiet, so quiet that no sound can be heard.
He retracted his body, stood up and looked left and right. Except for the rocks and yellow sand, there was a huge square tripod. He was the only one in the world. He was lonely and felt sour in his heart.
He put on his hood and raised the Dragon Spear without saying a word, then lifted his feet off the ground and flew to the ruins of the Dragon Palace.
Flying over the ruins with a confused look on his face, he passed between the four claws of the dragon statue and saw the mournful bones of unknown monsters scattered in the ruins. It was severely weathered. After countless years, a little divinity still remained to maintain immortality. The tall boulders carved war scratches. The fallen figures of the generals and monsters kept flashing through my mind...
Flying to the mountains, the magnificent palace complex is built in steps from the bottom of the mountain to the highest peak of the mountain. It is tall and truly a miracle.
Even though countless years have passed, it is still majestic. Although it is not a floating fairy mountain or floating island, the mountain range is as majestic as a giant dragon. It has a unique majesty and is connected with the thick soil of the earth.
The ruins still stand firm after thousands of years of vicissitudes.
The toes of the cloth boots gently landed on the ground and stood firm.
Holding the dragon gun behind his back, he raised his feet and climbed the mountain step by step along the ancient stone steps. Without flying, the dragon's head was messy and confused, his thinking was confused, and his eyes were even unfocused.
The steps are covered with gray sandstones, with mysterious and majestic statues on both sides, and traces of war everywhere.
The shoe kicked into a rotten helmet.
Danglanglang...
The helmet bounced and rolled all the way down the stone steps, bringing sound to the quiet and dead ruins.
The steps leading to the Dragon Palace on the top of the mountain are covered with rotten bones. At least they are all left by powerful people who are immortals and gods or above. Otherwise, the bones of ordinary demons and gods cannot survive for a long time. Unexpectedly, Bai Yujun has not found any dragon bones so far, not even a piece of dragon. No scales were found either.
There are only two possibilities.
The first possibility is that he was taken away by the captives and became a prisoner.
The second type is that the bones, flesh, flesh and scales of the divine dragon can be used to refine weapons or nourish elixirs. After killing them with all their strength, they were skinned, fleshed, cramped and drank the blood...
His steps paused, and his fingers couldn't restrain their trembling.
Lift your head, close your eyes, and take a deep breath.
Climb the steps towards the top of the mountain again. The camera zooms out and revolves around the small figure. You can see the desolate and mottled ancient stone steps covered with broken weapons and bones. This proves that the foot of the mountain to the Dragon Palace was the most brutal battlefield. Many strong men fell, and the slender figure carefully avoided it. Walking slowly step by step.
He walked up to a huge corpse of a high-level demon, glanced at it coldly, and raised his foot to crush its skull into powder.
An hour later.
A hooded girl appeared on the edge of the square on the top of the mountain. She appeared step by step at the edge of the square. Looking back, she saw the palace on the top of the mountain parallel to the head of the tall legendary dragon statue in the distance. It was unknown how much dust was blown away by the sandstorm to reveal the ruins.
After a few glances, he turned and walked towards the palace.
There are even more corpses in the square, and there are even many complete skeletons without any trace of decay. There are also many weapons and armors that are as smooth as new. It is speculated that a large number of high-level strong men died here.
The skeletons are large and small, including those of humans, demons and beasts, and have different shapes.
Bai Yujun walked through the bones of a monster that was taller than a house while carrying a dragon spear. The spine and ribs on the top of his head were as crystal clear as iron. He didn't know what kind of realm he was from, and there were sword marks on his forehead.
Pass through the pile of bones and armor and enter the ruins of the ancient palace...
Empty and quiet.
Click~
At the entrance of the Dragon Palace, there was a crisp sound when a withered bone was broken by his right foot, and there was an echo of the gentle sound.
The palace is a little dark. Looking out from the inside, you can see the sunlight slanting through the floating dust. The small figure at the bright door looks slightly lonely.
Oh, not only Bai Yujun himself is a dragon, but also the long shadow on the ground.
The main hall is very high and very large. Bai Yujun walks in it like a little ant walking into the hall. The exquisite tree-shaped candlesticks are tilted this way and that. Illuminated by light beams from above, it seems to have been specially designed and built this way.
Corpses were everywhere, with broken weapons and armor. In the hall, Bai Yujun saw many corpses without any signs of decay.
Lifelike and even the blood is red...
Lifting your feet and stepping into the darkness, towards the bright throne and dragon chair in the depths, stepping over each corpse and climbing over the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the paper umbrella rises and opens, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the way forward.
Getting closer and closer to the tall dragon chair.
Climbing up the steps step by step, the fighting became more intense the closer they got to the dragon chair, with sharp weapons everywhere.
The lifelike tall corpse and the cold sharp weapon inserted into the corpse seemed to be guarding the majestic throne and dragon chair high up. You can see it more clearly when you get closer.
The dragon chair is very wide and carved with nine dragons, like white jade.
The dazzling light from the dome makes the dragon chair shine, and it remains extraordinary after countless years.
Walking forward, I noticed that there was a row of metal weapon racks on the side of the dragon chair. The weapons were not there and were covered with dust. The empty weapon storage positions showed that they were full of magic weapons in the past, as if I saw the prosperity of the past.
He walked slowly while touching the weapon rack with his little hand, and found that there was an empty space that matched the dragon spear.
Look at the dragon gun in your hand, look at the weapon's empty slot, raise the dragon gun, put the gun shaft up into the empty slot...
Dang~!
The dragon gun returned to its position, making a metallic clang sound, and the dead palace echoed endlessly.
The dust was stirred up, and the weapon rack seemed to return to its former glory. The metal was cold, and the endless world wandered and wandered, waiting for the Dragon Spear to return for countless years. Bai Yujun could feel its joy and sorrow. The light illuminated the suspended dust particles, and the Dragon Spear Just stay where you are supposed to be.
He turned around and walked to the large dragon chair, staring at the mysterious ancient dragon chair in a daze.
I once saw the dragon chair in the Dragon Palace under the yellow sand of Longmen Desert. The one in front of me was bigger and more imposing. Bai Yujun didn't know much about the enfeoffment of the Dragon Clan in ancient times.
Inhale, puff up your cheeks and blow.
"Huh~"
The dust on the dragon chair was blown away, Bai Yujun turned around and waved his sleeves and sat down, leaning back against the dragon chair and listlessly.
In the dark ruins of the ancient Dragon Palace, the light beams from the dome illuminated a small area around the dragon chair. Bai Yujun's slender figure looked lonely.
His face was confused and dazed.
"Bloodline? Origin..."
He smiled with a strange expression and lightly shrugged, as if he had heard something funny.
"Hehehe... The second generation of gods...hehe..."
The more he laughs, the more exaggerated he becomes, his hands cover his stomach and he leans back and forth.
"Haha...ha...hehe"
"Hey hey hey..."
Laughing so hard that the flowers on the dragon chair trembled while he was lying on his back, and the strange laughter echoed in the empty and dark palace.
Smiling, crystal tears fell down and wetted her cheeks.
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