The White Mist Dragon Horse raised its sturdy hooves and trampled heavily on the ground. It was like a wheel of thunder running over the ground, and the rumbling sound was like the wrath of a god.

The ground shook violently, and the white mist dragon horse turned into a hazy light and shadow and moved straight forward.

Rush! Rush!

The air was rudely torn apart, and there was a terrible scream. The thorny crystals were mercilessly trampled to crumbs. Deep hoof prints were seared onto the crystals that covered the ground, and the volatile essentia burned along the cobweb-like cracks.

Qianzhou, who was standing directly in front of the White Mist Dragon Horse, clearly felt the terrifying pressure. It was like a steel beast crawling on the railroad tracks, coming at full speed – the deafening roar of the monstrous engine, the shrill whistle of death like the strings of death.

It's like a storm is coming, although there is still a distance away, but the terrifying power of the world makes people unable to resist the mind.

In the face of the mighty white mist dragon horse, Qianzhou instead put away the fragments.

The essentia of the hands deepened, and the crystals began at the elbows and continued to spread backwards until both arms were crystal clear.

Through the skin, you can see every meridian, blood vessel, and muscle fiber. Essentia flows in it, like burning mercury.

Qianzhou stood up and walked with a slight bow. The essentia and blood throughout the body were mobilized, and the sound of the heart beating was like thunder.

In the face of this terrifying storm that rushed to his face, Qianzhou stretched out his hands. The two jade-like arms plunged straight into the white mist.

The collision of two distinct essentia made a loud sound that could tear the eardrum apart. The crystals that covered the cavern began to crack, and fine chips continued to fall like broken glass.

The expanding air bounced back when it met the stone wall, and the pressure in the cave was a little heavier.

Qianzhou's feet sank deep into the ground, his blood and qi surged, and his white face turned red. Essentia hands weren't much better—cracks stretched from the inside out, and silver essentia spilled out of them like blood.

While paying such a tragic price, Qianzhou's hands also firmly grasped the horns of the White Mist Dragon Horse and pressed its head to death.

The White Mist Ryoma was forced to stop and fell into a head-on wrestle with Chifune.

Should it be said that it has something to do with the Dragon?

Obviously, he doesn't even have a stable form, and he is also a talent that focuses on speed. But the power of the White Mist Dragon Horse that erupted at this moment was no less than that of a thousand boats. The four hooves kicked the ground violently, and the waist and neck exerted force at the same time, resisting the thousand boats.

"Let's go!" Qianzhou shouted, and forcefully pulled the body of the White Mist Ryoma to his side.

The White Mist Ryoma twisted his neck to overturn the thousand boats. Qianzhou took advantage of the situation and flipped onto the back of the White Mist Dragon Horse, and wrapped his hands around the neck of the White Mist Dragon Horse. Silver flames erupted from the palm of his hand and began to scorch the white mist.

Haha, I didn't expect that. I just want to ride a horse!

The White Mist Ryoma took a step and scurried around in the enclosed space. It kept pounding against the wall, trying to force the thousand boats to come off it.

Qianzhou didn't care about it, but just used the dragon scale cloak to protect his body. The pale silver flames were constantly urged, and the white mist was dissipated.

At this moment, several cold sword lights came out of the wall, making an opening in the stone wall.

"Get out of the way!" Qianzhou, who was lying on horseback, shouted to Jiang Qinghan and the others at the opening.

Before a few people could react, the White Mist Ryoma rushed out of the opening. Only then did the air penetrate the sound of a sonic boom.

"What happened just now?" Jiang Xuance and Pei Xing looked at each other.

"I don't know, so what should I do now?" asked Pei Xing.

Jiang Qinghan pressed his forehead: "What else can you do, chase it." ”

Why does this guy always do some weird things?

said that it was chasing, but a few people couldn't keep up with the speed of the White Mist Dragon Horse at all. Only traces of essentia remnants can be traced in the tunnels.

Qianzhou crawled on the back of the white mist dragon horse, only to see the stone wall constantly retreating.

The White Mist Ryoma expertly weaves through the labyrinth, finding the right path from the identical paths.

The silver flames continued to scorch the body of the White Mist Ryoma, making the White Mist more and more thin. But in this way, the white mist dragon horse couldn't speed up his steps.

Where is this dragon horse going? Qianshu, who had no idea where he was, asked this question.

Judging from the route, the behavior of the White Mist Ryoma is full of purpose.

In just a few moments, the White Mist Ryoma had already run to the extreme depths of the labyrinth, but there was a dead end in front of him.

"it!"

Facing the hard wall, the white mist Ryoma slammed straight into it.

The imaginary collision did not occur, but seemed to pass through an invisible membrane, and the depth around it changed significantly.

At this time, the sparse white mist could no longer maintain the shape of the white mist dragon horse at all. The White Mist Ryoma let out a wail and turned into a bead and fell to the ground.

Qianzhou didn't rush to pick up the beads, he was already stunned by his surroundings.

In front of me was an endless white mist, undulating as if there was breathing. The sound of running water could be heard, and in the distance, a large shadow loomed in the fog.