Chapter 604, Extremely Cold Land!

There is a yellow spring below, and an extreme cold above.

The extreme cold is what people say about the extreme cold place. There are many people who think that the extremely cold land and the Hell Yellow Spring are all fictions of folklore, but what they don't know is that it is unknown whether the Hell Yellow Spring has not, after all, no one has ever been there, and even if they do, there is no way to come back and report it. But the extreme cold is real, but it is difficult for ordinary people to find and reach safely.

The average daily temperature here is -50 degrees Celsius, with a minimum temperature of -70 degrees Celsius. The cold is unsuitable for human habitation to a certain extent, so you can't see other humans in this isolated and unknown glacial land, and even some hardy animals and plants are rare.

Snow!

All you see all over the world is snow!

The ice-covered world should be bright and even glaring. But the sky here is gray, and the fog is shrouded all year round, and it looks like a huge gray curtain has been covered.

Because the weather was so cold, even the fog that filled the air was condensed, and there was a slight feeling of separation when touched.

Click----

Click----

Click----

A tall man covered in animal fur walks in the snow step by step, and every step of the foot will step into a deep pit in the ice and snow world. Behind him appeared a long line of footprints, which looked so lonely, the same as their owner.

His eyebrows were covered with ice shavings, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

His hair was clumped and clumped, and he looked like a wilderness savage. No, he's worse than a wilderness savage. Because he can't remember how long he's not had a haircut. A full beard just protects the mouth and nose inside, and this thing does have the effect of protecting against the cold.

The man carried a spear more than a foot long in his hand, and the tip of the spear dragged in the snow with a snorting sound, as if the owner of the spear had no strength to carry it.

Either return to the hometown in full bloom, or be buried in the snow country!

This is what the old drunkard Mo Xiaodi said when he left Swallow Dock, it is not a bold statement, nor is it to cut off the retreat to cheer himself up---- he doesn't need these at all.

Too many things had happened in Swallow Dock, and the Fang family was facing danger.

He regarded him as his brother Fang Yixing's tragic death, Fang Yan was deeply shocked and pouted, and made the decision to keep filial piety for three years.

Mo lightly knew that Fang Yan made such a decision because of guilt.

He blamed himself for walking too slowly, not being able to bring his father back from the robbery in time.

Why should he not feel guilty?

The enemies have already bullied them to their doorstep, as a former Huaxia Qinglong as a member of the Fang family's men, he can't do anything--- when he arrives with a silver gun, all he sees is the scene of Fang Yan holding Fang Yixing's corpse wailing and crying, why is his heart uncomfortable?

He could have been faster, he could have saved this disaster before----

However, because the meridians of his body were broken, it was difficult for him to exert his strength.

There is a treasure mountain but it is difficult to use, how cruel is this feeling to the former king?

Therefore, don't take the enemy lightly and prepare a generous gift to see the doctor idiot, and ask the doctor to take his pulse and see a doctor.

The prescription prescribed by the doctor is to use the rare blood of the ice dragon to make up for the broken meridians of Mo Xiaodi's body, although the ice dragon likes cold, but the body belongs to the fire attribute. Its blood is like fire, and drinking it can make people's blood boil and cure all kinds of diseases.

However, even the old man who was a medical idiot only deduced from the records in the medical books that it was possible to find traces of the ice dragon in the extremely cold land. As for what the ice dragon looks like and what its living habits are, I don't know anything.

Mo Xiaodi still made his choice.

He chose to believe in the medical idiot, agreed to the harsh conditions of the medical idiot, and came to this extremely cold place with one person and one shot.

Instead of living like a waste, it is better to die away from the crowd.

This is the insistence of Mo Xiaodi, and it is the last pride of Mo Xiaodi.

Mo Xiaodi has been here for more than three years, maybe even longer. He couldn't remember it anyway.

There is no day, and there is no night. No matter day or night, the sky is so gray. When it snows, it's a little brighter, and it's nice to know that it snows a lot. Don't take it lightly, and call it your 'day' when it snows. It's also his time for activities.

Because it had just snowed heavily, it was so white that you couldn't see anything.

Not even a few tiny animal footprints.

Hiss----

There was a slight hissing sound of an object, barely audible in the wind.

However, it is difficult to escape the ears of Mo Xiao.

Don't underestimate the enemy, stop moving, stand still and don't move.

At this moment, a snow-white object broke through the snow on it and suddenly jumped up and bit at Mo Qingdi's exposed palm.

Flame Rat!

Rats that mutate in an extremely harsh environment have their black fur turned red, and their black skin has also turned white, making them look very cute.

However, perhaps due to the material scarcity of the Extreme Cold Lands, they are greedy and bloodthirsty, and will not let go of any prey that might become their food. They don't like to live in snow and ice, but in the volcanic rocks of the extreme cold. It was a volcano, also covered in snow and ice, but at least the rocky soil gave them some warmth.

For a long time, Mo Xiaodi lived by eating this kind of flame rat. Later, Mo Qingdi discovered a kind of snow snake, which was cut with a blade after freezing, and the meat was more delicious and tender.

People always have to eat something, even if you are a Huaxia Qinglong.

Mo Qingwei was no stranger to this kind of rat, and he had countless experiences in fighting against this kind of flame rat.

Therefore, when the flame rat jumped up and bit his arm, his hand holding the gun suddenly let go, and then with a flip of his wrist, the flame rat weighing more than a pound was caught in the palm of his hand.

His thumb pressed down slightly, and the rat's neck made a crunch, and it snapped.

Mo Qingdi skillfully threw the mouse into the 'multigrain bag' he carried, and then with a toe pick, the handle of the spear that was about to fall in the snow flew into the air again, and was grabbed by Mo Qingdi in his hand.

As before, he dragged his gun forward again.

Thirsty for snow water, hungry for snow snakes and rats, trapped in ice caves. He lives strongly.

Day after day, year after year. This is the state of his daily life.

He didn't know what the ice dragon looked like, and he didn't know where the ice dragon was.

So, all he can do is 'seek'.

Like a lonely ghost in this extremely cold place, he traveled to all the places he had not traveled before.

Thundered----

There was a thunderous sound in the distance.

Mo Xiaodi's expression froze, and he stood in place and looked into the distance.

In the years since his arrival, it has often snowed in the extremely cold land, but there has never been thunder or lightning.

Because everyone knows what a terrible consequence this level of noise can have: a series of avalanches.

Thousands of miles of mountain ranges, once an avalanche spreads, it is simply a disaster.

Even Qinglong Mo didn't have the confidence that he would be able to run thousands of miles in one breath in such a harsh environment---- the key is that your speed is faster than the speed of the glacier collapse.

It was a force that even the gods could not resist, and the enemy had to be cautious.

He waited for a while, and the rumbling sound never sounded again.

This made Mo lightly feel at ease for a moment.

A gust of wind blew, and there was a strange and familiar smell in the wind.

Mo frowned, and rushed in the direction he came from with his spear.

He smelled danger!

Thundered----

The sound, which was even more deafening and longer than before, sounded again, as if a sleeping beast had just woken up and was announcing its sovereignty over the territory to the outside world.

Bang----

A puff of black smoke rose into the sky, and then a fiery red rainbow poured into the sky.

No, it wasn't a real rainbow, it was a rock paddle from a volcanic eruption.

The colorful hot material dispersed in the sky, incinerating all the ice and mist that it touched into gas.

They fell from the sky with billowing white smoke and then burst out in all directions.

They are demons in the human world, and nothing can stop them.

Where they landed, it became a deep pit, which grew larger and wider, expanding in geometric multiples to the perimeter.

Click-click----

The sound of ice ridges breaking could be heard in the mountains, and then large snowballs of ice swept towards the flat ice field. With the overwhelming force of Tarzan, they are about to destroy all living creatures that stand in their way.

Mo Qingdi smelled the sulfur in the air one step ahead, so he ran in time and crucially.

According to the area he was in at the time, if he hadn't turned around and fled one step earlier, maybe the volcanic rock might have drowned him when it fell from the sky.

Don't underestimate the enemy's running very unrestrained and running very hard.

It looks like a beast with a disheveled head.

Of course, to say that he is a beast must be unconvinced.

Because as he ran wildly, a snow-white object like a dog actually overtook his speed, and ran in front of him with its mouth open and its tongue out.

"Ice Dragon?" Mo Qingdi's eyes lit up, and the pores of his whole body became transparent.

Although he had never seen a real ice dragon, not even a photo, he knew in his heart that this was the ice dragon he was looking for.

All the efforts seem to have meaning, even at such a critical juncture of escaping, Mo Qingdi is still full of gratitude to God.

(PS: Volume 5 of the Demon Dance, Volume 6 of Heaven and Dragon Slayer.) Well, that's the tentative volume name... You can guess the story by looking at the name. ）