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"Time and space here are chaotic, and the people who enter it together may not follow the same path. Yan Zhaoge looked around, but he didn't see Liu Shuo and the others from Horror Island.

But it is precisely because of the chaos of time and space that the enchantment in front of him can be stabilized in such a chaotic time and space in the Dragon Tomb without following the flow, showing an amazing miracle.

In the enchantment, although there was only one skeleton left, looking at his clothes, Yan Zhaoge recognized at a glance that this person was the black-clothed middle-aged martial artist who had been to the Xingluohai Submarine Grotto, had come into contact with the Divine Palace Beam, and finally left.

Thinking that this black-clothed middle-aged martial artist had been full of ambition to come and open the Dragon Tomb, and then turn around to deal with the Divine Palace Liang again, but died here, Yan Zhaoge couldn't help but sigh for a while.

Yan Zhaoge's heart moved, and the clone of the Northern Darkness stretched out his palm and took the enchantment.

The enchantment suspended in the chaotic time and space did not resist the external force, and was sucked into the palm of the palm by the Northern Netherworld clone.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge was even more sure in his heart: "It is a treasure that specializes in time and space, and it can resist such a chaotic time and space, then it may also resist the destruction of the power of the realm, I am afraid that this person really 'came down' from the upper realm." ”

The source of the power of the enchantment is a paper fan in the hands of the white bones.

Yan Zhaoge took the paper fan, and a stream of thought flowed out of the fan, and Yan Zhaoge intercepted it, as if a voice sounded in his head.

"I overestimated myself and underestimated the place where these dragons were buried, and they should be buried here today, and the blame is on themselves, and the blame is on themselves!"

"The dragons sacrificed themselves, how mighty, they really have the power to destroy the world, but they will be robbed together with this great world. ”

"The upper realm of the realm, after all, there is no going back, born in the darkness and returned to the darkness, death is not terrible, but it is a pity that I can't see the destruction of these rebellions of the Light Sect, I regret it, I regret it!"

These were all thoughts of the black-clothed middle-aged martial artist before he died, Yan Zhaoge pondered for a moment, and said in his heart: "Sure enough, you have to be careful and careful in this dragon tomb, otherwise it will be a whole army annihilation at any time, and even lead to the destruction of the entire Canghai World." ”

Yan Zhaoge has always had a question in his heart since he came to the Canghai Great World and figured out the situation here.

The speed of time in the Great World of Canghai is about five times faster than that of the Eight Great Worlds.

In other words, after the Great Destruction, the history of the Great World of Canghai was much longer than that of the Eight Great Worlds.

Under such circumstances, the development of martial arts civilization here is not as prosperous as the Eight Great Worlds, and even slightly inferior.

Later, it was discovered that this place carried the relics and inheritance of martial arts before the Great Destruction, which was much less than that of the Eight Great Worlds.

Many martial arts inheritances are studied by the martial artists here, and there are undoubtedly many detours and wrong paths, and it is normal to be slower.

But according to legend in the Canghai World, in addition to the legendary catastrophe, there have been many catastrophes of great changes in the world in history, each time bringing countless deaths and injuries, making the human race in the Canghai World seem to wither, but the reason is not clear, and it has been lost in the long river of history.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge somewhat understood that the many disasters and hardships in the Canghai Great World may be the most closely related to this world and the Dragon Tomb Heaven and Earth, but it has also suffered many calamities because of this.

He looked at the white skeleton and sighed slightly.

This middle-aged warrior in black is not the only one who enters the Dragon Tomb to hunt for treasure but fails, and every loser may bring disaster to the Canghai World.

Perhaps, the Ice Dragon Martial Saint who came from the side of the Eight Great Worlds is also one of them?

Thinking like this, Yan Zhaoge's expression became more cautious.

He looked down at the desolate abyss below, silent in thought.

Gao Tian and the others listened to Yan Zhaoge's explanation of the situation, and they all looked at each other.

Yan Zhaoge began to look at the folding fan in his hand, and after perceiving it carefully, he knew in his heart: "It turns out that the handle of the fan is made of wood, no wonder it can protect people from the power of the realm through the injury of the sky!"

"With this thing, if you don't reach the Martial Saint Quadruple Realm, you can manage to go to the Upper Realm. Yan Zhao Singer pointed to rubbing the handle of the fan: "However, the enchantment has been set up in this dragon tomb for so long, and the spiritual power has almost been exhausted, and if you want to use it, you still need some planning." ”

Yan Zhaoge opened the paper fan, and saw a few simple strokes of pen and ink on the fan, but it seemed to contain the artistic conception of Xuanwu martial arts.

"It turned out that the light and darkness were intertwined, and in the fusion of darkness and light, the artistic conception of the power of the original darkness of the universe was quite superior, but it should have been developed after the great destruction, and there were some traces of the Dao system of the Holy Sect of the Dark Light before the great destruction. ”

"Hmm, wait, he just mentioned that the Bright Sect is also a force in the upper realm? There is a lot of resentment in his words, so it seems that it is the opposition of light and darkness? Could it be that the Shadow Saint Sect has split into one light and one darkness?"

Yan Zhaoge saw that the inscription on the fan was written "Liang Zhichao of the Dark Sect", and many thoughts and conjectures instantly appeared in his heart.

The dark abyss below seemed to be endless, and Yan Zhaoge and his party walked through it, and time passed quickly.

It's just that in this fast and slow time and space, it is difficult for people to tell whether it has been a few days, months or even years.

Walking through this, Yan Zhaoge and the others also met people from other sects, either peers, hostile to each other, or passing by.

The further back he went, he could feel that the martial artists of the Canghai Great World, including the martial artists of the High Heaven Middle Elder Mountain, were gradually becoming a little restless.

They have been deep into the Dragon Tomb for too long, and they have stayed in it, and it is difficult to judge how much time has passed in the outside world, and if there is chaos in the Canghai World, it will not be easy to deal with.

Although before coming in, each family made arrangements, and the mountain gate at home was prepared with enough left-behind forces, not afraid of other families turning around and going out to sneak attack.

The most bizarre and unpredictable evil saint Lin Qiancheng has been killed by Yan Zhaoge again.

But if this goes on for a long time, it's hard to say whether there will be any changes.

Yan Zhaoge and the others had even seen someone trying to turn back and leave the Dragon Tomb.

I don't know how long I continued to move forward, but when I felt that the temperature in the abyss was gradually getting so low that even the Great Grandmaster of Yuan Fu felt unbearable, Yan Zhao Ge's heart suddenly moved slightly.

He vaguely felt a bit of a familiar aura, stemming from the fact that he had set foot in the former residence of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint when he was in the Eight Great Worlds.

Yan Zhaoge's spirits perked up, urging Huanglong to accelerate his decline.

The dark abyss in front of me finally came to an end.

What appeared in front of me was a shocking sight.

Dragons, all dragons.

It's not a dragon, it's not a dragon, it's not a dragon, it's not any kind of hybrid dragon, it's all true dragons.

Thousands, and I don't know how many.

The dragons' scales and claws flashed and came to life, and the majestic and blazing vigorous blood qi was intertwined with the palpitating destructive death qi, like a vast sea.

All the dragons seemed to be alive, but they were motionless, frozen at the bottom of the ancient cold abyss. (To be continued.) )