|||->->On the vast white snowfield, the golden dragon lies quietly on its stomach.

I don't know how much time has passed, the dragon's body slowly squirms, and then continues to shrink until it becomes the size of a normal person.

The phantom sky lies in the snow, facing the sky, and the eye is white, the sky borders the ground, and the sky and the earth are the same color. Large snowflakes fell on his face, his eyes were blank, and his hands and feet were cold.

When it was maintained in the dragon's body, it was not visible, but when it was reincarnated into a human body, it was covered in blood from head to toe, and the body was already full of holes.

The snow beneath him was stained red with dragon blood, and the wind and snow howled, and those blood-red traces were covered by new edelweiss.

The Dragon Emperor should be a noble existence that is admired. But at this moment, he is lying in the wind and snow, but he can only be described as extremely miserable.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Hahahaha......" The silent snowfield echoed with the arrogant laughter of the phantom sky, "Cangdu, in the end, you still can't kill me......"

The laughter tugged at the wound, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Exactly twice, once in Eternal Night City, and twice today, both times Cangdu wanted to kill him, but in the end, what could he do?

There was no one around, and the laughter accompanied by the sound of the wind was miserable.

Phantom Sky was lying on the ground, and it was hard to even move his fingers. Without healing, he fought a big battle with Cangdu, and he was injured and injured, and now he has run out of oil.

If he wasn't a dragon, if he didn't have a dragon's powerful body, this injury alone would kill him.

The wind grew faster, but the laughter of the phantom sky stopped.

The falling snow kept covering his body, and soon a shallow layer was piled up on him. Under that thin layer of snow, there was a faint sound of gasps and heartbeats.

Today's injuries are combined with the previous injuries, and his body is damaged to such an extent that even if he is the Dragon Emperor, he is struggling on the verge of death.

Phantom Tian only felt unwilling, and in his eyes, the originally plain white sky gradually became hazy, and his consciousness was constantly being withdrawn.

He has been the Dragon Emperor since ancient times, at the top of all beings, but now he has also fallen to such a miserable state. His dignity in the past was all lost at the moment of escape.

In the chest, there is not only the faint agitation of the heart, but also the humiliation and resentment that are difficult to extinguish. Every nerve seemed to be burned by fire, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

The scenery in sight gradually distorted and became bizarre.

In the haze, Phantom Heaven didn't know how long it had passed. It could be an hour, it could be a day, it could be a few days, and in the meantime, he woke up like a dream. It seems that a dream has been going on for thousands of years, in the depths of consciousness, on the road traveled for billions of years, and many memories that are almost forgotten are constantly being turned up.

The drowsiness lasted for I don't know how long, and suddenly, he was suddenly awakened by a rustling sound.

He sat up sharply, snow sliding down beside him.

The eyes were still snow-white, and the thousands of miles of snow had already covered up the traces of his coming.

"How long?" he asked himself, he didn't expect that he was almost unconscious.

When he first fell, he was seriously injured and couldn't move, but now his body has regained consciousness, and the strength in his body has also recovered somewhat.

He knew that he couldn't stay out for a long time and avoid Cangdu, he had to rush back to the Central Domain as soon as possible.

was wondering, and there was another rustling sound next to him.

Phantom Sky looked up and saw a figure reflected under the snow curtain, and the figure was slowly moving from far to near

Come on.

"Who?" said Fantasy Sky.

The visitor ignored him, and stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, like a traveler passing by by accidentally.

As the figure gradually approached, a golden robe gradually appeared in the eyes of the phantom sky.

Buddha Thirteen was alone, and he came to the illusory sky more than ten steps away, and his shoulders were covered with thick snow, which should be because he was walking in the snow. The corners of the robe were soaked with snow, and there were snowflakes on the long hair.

Phantom Tian stared slightly, and the person in front of him, he vaguely felt a little familiar. I just think about it, but I don't remember where I've seen it.

Although he couldn't remember who he was for a while, Phantom Tian could feel that this person's strength was not bad, could it be that he was chasing soldiers?

"The little monk dares to ask the Dragon Emperor, from now on three thousand five hundred miles to the north, do you know what kind of place it is?" Thirteen and one pairs of eyes seemed to be closed and open, their hands were folded in front of their chests, and their faces were facing into the distance.

Phantom Sky was slightly stunned, he thought that Thirteen was a Terran chaser who came to chase him. But when he sensed the past, he couldn't feel any fighting intent on Thirteen's body. The calm of Thirteen at the moment is like this quiet snowfield, with heavy snowfall, but it falls silently. The seclusion is profound, as if immersed in millions of years.

Thirteen didn't wait for Phantom Tian's answer, so he took the initiative to stretch out his hand and point forward: "Three thousand five hundred miles ahead, it is the White Phoenix Kingdom of the Northern Regions." In Baifeng, there is a dragon city, which was destroyed hundreds of years ago when the dragon clan attacked. ”

Phantom Tian frowned slightly, and his breath was not triggered. Listening to the other party's tone, it seems that he knows who he is, so it is very likely that he is a pursuer.

Phantom knows his current state, if he lets the pursuers find him, it means that his traces have been exposed, if Cangdu chases him at this time, with his state, it is impossible to have another chance to escape.

"Who are you?" asked Phantom Sky.

He wasn't unreasonable, he could feel that Thirteen wasn't an ordinary person, at least not a weak person. If Phantom Tian wants to kill him, he should have to waste a lot of means. Now in this state, it is not suitable to make another move. If possible, they naturally want to avoid this fight.

"That day, the dragon clan attacked, and a woman died, her name was Tu Jiao'er. Thirteen still looked into the distance, talking to himself, as if he didn't mean to answer Phantom Heaven at all, "I swore an alliance with her, but unexpectedly, I didn't protect her." ”

The thirteen palms were put together again, bowing their heads as if in silence.

"Crazy talk. Phantom Tian's brows gradually furrowed, and the corners of his eyebrows were sharp. In the past, I would not have heard this kind of person say much, "Are you a member of the Terran army? Or are you passing by?" If you are looking for me, I would advise you to get out of here before you lose your life. ”

Thirteen pairs of eyes gradually opened, and a light smile appeared on Gu Jing Wubo's face, and he shook his head: "A member of the Terran army, a monk passing by, a fake monk with hair, not a ...... Little Monk ...... Just the ones who came to kill you. ”

He said the word "kill" without a trace of fireworks, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

The wind grew stronger, rolling up the corner of his robe. He stood in the snow, motionless as a mountain, the wind and snow brushing the silhouette of his body, as if the centuries-old silence had passed by him.

The nerves of Huantian's whole body were tense at this moment, and it was obviously such a light and breezy sentence, but the hairs on his whole body stood up.

I felt palpitations in my heart inexplicably, my whole body suddenly tensed, and I jumped out of the snow.

Take a step back and you will be more than a dozen feet away.

Thirteen pairs of palms together

Forward, step by step. Every step he took was a clear mark of his steps, and where he stepped on, the ice and snow silently condensed into clusters of short icicles.

The sleeping snowfield seemed to come to life, the sound of the wind changed, from the peace to the roar of the turbulent waves, like the charge of thousands of troops, like thousands of war drums sounding at the same time.

A golden halo lit up around him, turning into a huge bell that covered him, and the twilight drum bell rang one after another.

"You!in!find!die!" Phantom Tian paused word by word, threatening, but also full of horror.

He knew that at the current level of the Terran Race, there would not be too many strong people in the Terran Race, even if it was the top person, it would not be too strong.

But there are always exceptions to everything, and the person dressed as a monk in front of him is actually comparable to the level of the main god at this moment.

The 10,000 Phantom Heavens couldn't understand that even if the overall strength of the human race had grown by leaps and bounds because of the Great Emperor, it shouldn't be so easily comparable to the main god.

Thirteen stared at him, approaching, robes curling behind him.

"Give me death!" "Phantom Sky looked fierce.

No matter who this person is, since he is here to call for war, how can Phantom Heaven tolerate him. A palm blasted out.

He doesn't care who Thirteen is, what about being comparable to the main god, and being comparable to the main god is qualified to be arrogant in front of him? It's just a joke.

The power of the Dragon Emperor, how could it be that the main god level could contend with? Even if the Illusory Heaven was seriously injured, in the period before the thirteenth came, he had recovered somewhat.

The body of the dragon clan is already strong, and its resilience is not comparable to ordinary people at all. As the Dragon Emperor, he is even more so. Even if this time only recovered a little strength, it was enough to deal with Thirteen.

The majesty of the Dragon Emperor, how could a mere human race be offended?

Rushing with one palm, it is with the purpose of killing Thirteen.

The golden palm print carried the power of the sky, and hundreds of miles of ice and snow were lifted in the palm power. The whiteness of the heavens and the earth was stirred and turned into a violent wind. With the power of a palm, the sky collapsed.

Phantom Heaven knew that his strength would not last long, and the little strength he had recovered now was not enough for him to fight for a long time, so he directly did it with all his strength, intending to kill Thirteen.

Kill this man, and his whereabouts will not be exposed. Next, as long as you find a way to return to the Central Domain, when you regain your full prosperity, you will destroy the remaining four clans with your own hands. Although he lost to Cangdu twice, as long as he is alive, he will have a comeback one day.

The palm print was only submerged in an instant. In the face of that great power, a mere person seems so small.

Rumble!

The snowfields melted, and the golden flames scorched the wilds, and the entire snowfield was burned to the ground.

This is a cold land that has lasted for an unknown number of years, and after a palm of the phantom sky, it has become a sea of flames.

The ground is red, the rocks are melted, the golden flames are everywhere, and the curling steam fills the view.

This is the power of the Dragon Emperor, even if it is only a little, it is not something that ordinary people can resist.

In order to be able to kill the opponent in one fell swoop, Phantom Heaven left almost no power left in this palm.

But when the dust cleared, he looked up and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

In the midst of the flames, Thirteen still stood still, holding a string of rosaries. His body was wrapped in a layer of golden light, and he silently recited the ancient scriptures in his mouth, standing in the center of the scorching heat, not moving.