"Is there already a war?" Zhao Zimo touched his bald head and couldn't help muttering.

The gourd spirit made a lazy voice: "Yes, do you want to go out for a spin?" ”

"Forget it, it's not necessary!"

"So afraid of death, the human race has you, it's really fateful!"

"Joke, I'm in such a high realm, I won't die if I go out?" Zhao Zimo pursed his lips, but walked out of the frozen courtyard and went all the way up.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally saw some normal scenery, and there was no trace of ice anymore.

"Turn left!"

"Turn right!"

"Turn right again!"

“…………”

"Do you really remember the route?" Zhao Zimo trotted for half an hour, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, because with his unforgettable memory, he could find that many places he walked were all walked by.

"Phantom Array, the eye of the Mountain Protection Array was originally an immortal magic weapon, he has a machine spirit, and the relationship with me is not bad, but at the beginning of the Sect Extermination War, its body was cracked, and the machine spirit was also torn apart, and the spirit was not normal, otherwise with the little monsters outside, they still want to break through the Mountain Protection Array, and the fool is talking about dreams?" The gourd is chattering, and the talk is endless.

Zhao Zimo sighed: "Then the phantom array just went like this?" ”

"There's nothing wrong with it, follow my rhythm and run!"

As a result, I don't know what went wrong, Zhao Zimo walked to a dark place, suddenly stopped, and involuntarily walked in!

"Hey, hey, don't mess in, that's the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb, the Demon Dragon King was nailed here, and now I don't know if it's cold or not." The gourd hanging on Zhao Zimo's waist swayed and gently smashed him a few times.

Zhao Zimo came to his senses, but before he knew it, he had already walked to the edge of the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb, and when he looked into his eyes, there were tens of thousands of flying swords of spiritual products, holy products, and even immortal products inserted here.

And he didn't dare to move forward when he came here, the dense thousands of sword qi were in the sword pool, and he felt that if he really went in, he would be able to be cut into powder......

But the demon dragon king with the head of the dragon in the middle of the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb actually had an attraction that made him want to get close to him unconsciously, or it was not him who was attracted, but the dragon spine behind Zhao Zimo.

A young man in a white robe painted with icebergs slowly controlled his body to leave the vicinity of the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb, and as a result, the dragon's spine actually showed signs of backlash.

You must know that he doesn't have a trace of luck in his body now, and he was swallowed all by it, and he immediately couldn't help bleeding from seven holes, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Damn it!" Zhao Zimo sat cross-legged on the ground, ran the true yuan, and began to suppress the dragon's back, but unfortunately the effect was very poor, it seemed that the entire spine was about to break out, and he wanted to run to the side of the demon dragon king.

But just when he wanted to use another method, the gourd shook lightly again and spoke: "Let it be, it doesn't want to fight back, he wants to devour the dragon qi of the Demon Dragon King!" ”

"Poof!" Zhao Zimo spit out another mouthful of blood, wiped the corners of his mouth and said heavily: "Then even so, I won't die if I walk over?" ”

"Then it depends on your ability, this Ten Thousand Sword Shrine is more lethal to the demon race, and it is more friendly to the human race, you exude some goodwill, saying that you want to get rid of the Demon Dragon King, maybe these spirit swords can let you go!" The gourd directly turned into a real shadow, suspended in mid-air, touched his chin and looked at Jian Chi and said.

Zhao Zimo raised his eyebrows: "Doesn't that Immortal Flying Sword have a weapon spirit?" ”

"Yes, but he hung up."

“……”

"How did you hang it?" Zhao Zimo seems to have a trace of unwillingness, why are other spirits hanging, but you are not?

"They are stupid, how can a clever machine spirit like me die for his master?

And this immortal sword's spiritual weapon, in the past 10,000 years, should have died with the soul of the Demon Dragon King, he is really stupid!

I think that at the beginning, my previous master wanted me to stand up to the thunder, and at that time, Lao Tzu slapped him and knelt down, hum! The handsome young man floating in the air, I don't know if it's nonsense, I heard Zhao Zimo's liver tremble, it seems that he will not be able to liver him in the future.

But he still brewed some words, and shouted at the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb: "I'm here to kill the Demon Dragon King, I'm your descendant ten thousand years ago!! ”

"Poof, hahahahaha."

"Whew, my God, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, you really said it, it really amused me!" The gourd spirit on the side was in mid-air, laughing wildly, eager to slap the sky and the earth.

Zhao Zimo's face was flat, and he squinted at him: "Is it funny?" ”

The handsome young man pouted: "This seat has a low smile, don't you let it?" ”

The little bald head who sighed helplessly ignored him and walked directly into the sword pool.

OK.

The sword qi in the sword pool did not react, and even avoided him entirely.

Then he walked slowly, two steps, three steps, ten steps, a hundred steps!

When he came to the side of the Demon Dragon King, he couldn't help but clench his fists, this Demon Dragon King hadn't rotted yet, just like when he died ten thousand years ago, he was stabbed into the center of his eyebrows by a sword, and he was fiercely nailed to the dragon slaying platform.

The Demon Dragon King clenched his fists at this time, and the bag leaned forward slightly, but the fairy sword still penetrated him and was inserted into the dragon slaying platform, making him unable to get up.

And even if the Demon Dragon King has been dead for a long time, he still stares at the golden pupils, and there is a power of soul dementoring in his godless gaze, so that Zhao Zimo does not dare to look at his eyes at all.

"Come on, come on, Lao Tzu doesn't take the sword, only his luck!" Zhao Zimo was calm, his hands pinched, and with a golden light flashing in front of him, it became an unusual scene in front of him, and the Demon Dragon King's body was full of incomparably strong dragon energy, like a hundred-zhang dragon struggling again.

Because the dragon was surrounded by infinite sword qi, so it couldn't get out, and the hundred-zhang golden dragon seemed to be the end of the strong crossbow, the phantom was very faint, and there was a sense of powerlessness, it seemed that it should have been very powerful in the past, but it had been weakened too much over the past 10,000 years.

And a small golden dragon suddenly appeared behind Zhao Zimo, with four claws on its feet, a fifth claw, and only a faint phantom, which could not be seen at all if you didn't look carefully.

However, this three-zhang long golden dragon is like an entity, and it is not afraid in the face of this behemoth, and it rushes up and bites at the hundred-zhang dragon, and every time it bites down on the flesh, it turns into a golden air flow and integrates into its body.

As for the Baizhang Jiaolong, he was really at a loss, he only knew that he was ramming the sword qi indiscriminately, but his luck was getting less and less, but as the little Jiaolong ate more, the big Jiaolong had some reactions, but it was not as flexible as the little loach.

Zhao Zimo's little golden dragon was so fast that it circled around him, and he stood there dumbfounded, and saw that his little dragon was extremely awesome, and it slowly devoured all the hundred zhang phantoms!

I don't know if the little guy is full, and he swayed back to Zhao Zimo's body, as if he was drunk......

Just when Zhao Zimo was investigating his luck.

I really couldn't help but be angry: "Nima's, there are only three layers, and the other luck, you swallowed it privately, you spit it out for me!" ”

"歘"

"Don't touch me!" Zhao Zimo glanced at the gourd, wondering why he was holding his foot.

As a result, the gourd didn't move at all, but the demon dragon king slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed his foot, but unfortunately he didn't wait for Zhao Zimo to run away in horror.

His palms became weaker and weaker......

The Demon Dragon King wanted to raise his head, but the blood in his skull kept flowing, and it slowly flowed into the dragon slaying platform along the sword body, and finally he looked at Zhao Zimo deeply, closed his eyes unwillingly, and finally cooled down......

This situation frightened Zhao Zimo to sit on the ground, and he would not die for ten thousand years???