Faced with such a scene, the Winter Wyvern couldn't help but shake slightly, and then he didn't care about anything else, and slowly leaned towards the shrine.

He walked up to the shrine and immediately asked, "Who are you, and why did you draw me here?"

"It's not me who drew you here, it's you. ”

As he spoke, the Winter Wyvern was shocked to find that the huge eyes of this uniquely shaped, completely petrified beast-shaped shrine actually blinked slightly.

This phenomenon startled the Winter Wyvern, but soon, the Winter Wyvern regained his composure, and he asked with some confusion, "Myself?"

"That's right, if it weren't for the resentment and killing in your heart, I wouldn't have been able to sense your presence at all. ”

The shrine continued, "I can give you immense strength, so that the dragon of the sky can only surrender and mourn at your feet. ”

Hearing the other party's mention of the name of the Sky Dragon, the Winter Flying Dragon's heart twitched violently, and then his already extremely cold eyes became even more hideous and calm.

"Cang... Empty... It... Dragon... ”

The corners of the cold winter dragon's mouth bit out these words, and immediately the whole body began to tremble uncontrollably because of the anger in his heart.

After successfully mobilizing all the anger in the heart of the Winter Wyvern, the shrine took advantage of the momentum and continued: "I can help you stand back on the top of the dragon clan, all you need to do is to break the seal on this shrine for me. ”

The anger in his heart had already burned out the reason of the Winter Wyvern, and his blood-colored eyes looked back and forth on the shrine for a few moments, and found that at the top of the shrine, there was indeed a golden strange rune.

This golden rune, which constantly emitted bursts of undetectable energy fluctuations, formed a special prohibition, imprisoning the unknown life forms in the shrine.

The Winter Wyvern hesitated a little, and he knew almost zero about this strange life that appeared for no reason.

He had no idea what would happen if he did break down this shrine and release the sealed lifeforms within.

He couldn't judge whether everything the other party said was reliable or not.

But looking at himself now, he has been defeated by that hateful Sky Dragon, and he has nothing to lose, including his own life.

Thinking of this, the cold winter flying dragon's hesitant eyes suddenly froze.

Sen Ran's frost aura began to evaporate on the surface of the cold winter dragon's body, and a layer of frost quietly rose on the ground where he was standing, and the surrounding air also dropped to freezing point in an instant.

The energy bombardment mixed with the power of extreme cold shot out from the mouth of the Winter Wyvern, and then smashed towards the golden rune above the shrine.

The scorching frost blast slammed into the seal of the shrine, and the two-colored light mixed with golden light and hoarfrost exploded on the top of the shrine like fireworks.

As the seal was broken, cracks continued to spread down from the top of the shrine, and with a "boom", the entire shrine collapsed in an instant.

A huge black shadow stood hunched in a cloud of dust and dust between the rubble and the collapse.

The dark night bat in the sky was also completely boiling at the moment when the shrine collapsed, as if it was jumping with joy.

When the dust gradually settled, the Winter Wyvern was stunned to see clearly that this strange black shadow sealed in the shrine was actually a tall, but skinny, withered body.

His body seemed to have undergone an extremely long decay, and the mummy-like cracked flesh was filled with a gloomy aura of death.

The body supported there like a wooden support was crumbling, as if it could be easily blown by any gust of wind.

However, it was in the midst of such a seemingly fragile body that the Winter Wyvern felt an extremely dangerous fluctuation of power.

The blood-red eyes like jewels tore through the darkness around them, and then fell on the body of the Winter Wyvern.

After staring at the other party for a long time, the former suddenly roared, and the whole person raised his head to the sky and roared, full of comfort and excitement after the unsealing was lifted.

The dark night bats overhead, like a highly trained army, collectively hissed like a waterfall in the sky, pouring down from above.

There were too many night bats to count, and they slammed into the dry black shadow one after another.

A magical scene has happened!

The withered, thin black shadow was like a bottomless pit that could never be filled, no matter how many night bats hit his body, they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And under this continuous impact process, the dry and slender black shadow body actually gradually swelled.

The originally dry and fleshless flesh began to give birth to meridians and flesh at an incredible speed under the nourishment of the blood of the bats, and a pair of huge black bat wings also grew out in an instant.

The black shadow let out an extremely comfortable low moan, as if the whole person was immersed in the recovery of this power.

After all the bats in the sky were all incorporated into the body by this strange black shadow, a tall and majestic life form completed the rebirth of Nirvana under the jaw-dropping gaze of the cold winter flying dragon, and the whole process was only a few tens of seconds.

A pair of dark, shiny, and thick beast-shaped hooves tore through the darkness around them first, and easily trampled the ice beneath their feet into pieces.

Immediately after, a tall black figure in the shape of a human, with wings on its back, slowly walked out of the shadows like a fallen angel.

It was a stout figure with a dark purple body, possessing all the characteristics of a sapient being, and most unusually, his head.

The blood-red eyes full of bloodthirsty aura were isolated at both ends by a terrifying scar at the center of his eyebrows, almost vertically splitting his entire head, as if his entire face had been slashed apart by a knife.

In the gaps between the scars, the blurred links of flesh and blood, it seems that countless sharp teeth can still be seen wriggling underneath them, which is daunting.

As the pace of the black shadow continued to approach, the Winter Flying Dragon, the former king of the Dragon Clan, couldn't help but be deeply shocked by the momentum emanating from the other party's body.

Because he clearly saw that every time the other party approached, the darkness behind it seemed to be pulled closer to him.

When he looked up, he suddenly realized that the sky, which was originally just dim and lightless, had now become dark as ink.

And this black shadow in front of him seems to be the source of all this darkness, he is controlling the dark energy between heaven and earth, and is about to completely engulf himself.

As this black shadow continued to approach, the strong sense of crisis that unconsciously appeared in the heart of the Winter Wyvern forced his body to bow forward slightly, putting on the unique defensive offensive of the dragon clan, and then a dragon roar full of endless majesty spit out from the mouth of the Winter Wyvern, "Humble life, tell me who you really are?"

"Humble?" The black shadow seemed to have heard a big joke, he smiled faintly, his eyes immediately turned cold, the wings behind him shook violently, and his whole body suddenly appeared behind the Winter Wyvern at a speed that was almost teleporting.

Then, a chilling voice rang out in Senran's voice, almost clinging to the ears of the Winter Wyvern, "Little Dragon Clan, I will use your blood to pay tribute to your disrespect for the Night Stalker. ”