"The flame breaks the five-color barrier, and there is no color and no immortal. The stone cracks and the blood drips from the spring, and the dragon travels to Chu and shocks the sky. If the dragon refers to the Long family and Chu refers to the Chu country, then the last sentence should imply that my trip to the Chu country is imperative. What does the Blood Drop Spring mean? What does it mean that the flame breaks the five-color barrier, and there is no color and no immortal?"

I don't know how long I thought about it, until the sun began to set westward, Qin Yu got up and walked back in the direction, he only guessed that the second half of the sentence was related to Long Mei'er Shi Ji, and the first half of the sentence was completely confused. As for the relationship between Luo Luo and him, it is definitely not clear now, so I can only investigate it slowly in the future, and I believe that sooner or later the truth will be revealed.

On the way back, Qin Yu didn't waste it, he has been silently urging the glimpse of the floating light, walking around and becoming more and more proficient, if modern people see it, they will definitely exclaim: "Look, light industry hero!"

The comprehension was originally good, coupled with hard work, when he returned to the Prison Dragon Pavilion, Qin Yu was already able to retract and release freely, the speed and duration were greatly extended, and the stability was also greatly improved.

The crazy group of people haven't come back yet, because the front of the Prison Dragon Pavilion is facing east, so as the sun sinks in the west, this side of the mountain wall has been completely shrouded in shadows, which is equivalent to a natural protective barrier, and multiple shadows will not be detected at all.

Qin Yu felt that the time was about the same, so he took a break and returned to the room in advance, and then quietly came to the tenth-story ruins, standing under the scratches, and once again urged the floating light to float up, rising at a speed three times faster than last time, and successfully came to the second section of the Prison Dragon Pavilion in just a dozen seconds.

The second section of the pavilion has only three floors, the top and bottom are ruins, and the middle layer is quite clean, but no one has been here for a long time, there is not even a footprint, there are a lot of cobwebs, and the black hole is quite suitable for making ghost movies.

Without stopping long, Qin Yu concocted all the way up, and soon arrived at the top of the Prison Dragon Pavilion, where the wind was much stronger than below, blowing the vines on the mountain wall to shake, faintly leaking an irregular pitch black behind the vines.

"Sure enough, there was a cave. Qin Yu hesitated for a moment but decided to go in and have a look, took out his gas mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, pushed aside the vines and walked in cautiously.

The cave was narrow, almost a corridor, and could never contain a huge white dragon to pass through, and the rough side walls were full of indestructible symbols and writing, with the occasional symbol or two reflecting red or white in the light of a flashlight.

I don't know how long I walked, how many bends I went around, the narrow road finally opened up suddenly, the belly of the mountain was really hollowed out, in front of me was a hanging narrow staircase, leading to the huge square stone flat above, the four corners of the stone flat were fixed on the inner side of the mountain wall by iron chains, and the bottom was endless darkness, only the faint five-colored light on the stone flat flickered and dimmed.

Inadvertently kicked down a small pebble, and there was no return to the ground for a long time, Qin Yu took a deep breath, gathered his mind and walked up the stairs and walked to the stone floor.

At this moment, through the five-color enchantment that circulated at all costs, he finally saw clearly what was on the stone floor, and also understood what was calling him.

It was a stone sculpture of a dragon, its eyes burning with dark blue flames, and a fist-sized white jade bead floating in its mouth: Dragon Ball!

"Come, come here, come to me......" The unwarranted voice sounded faintly in Qin Yu's ears again, beckoning him to walk forward, forward......

Qin Yu raised his foot, and suddenly there was a blazing pain in his flesh and blood, and the dragon flame chain automatically appeared, and the blazing golden dragon flame completely wrapped him, helping him to pass through the five-color enchantment.

Yan broke through the five-color barrier, and Qin Yu understood the meaning of this sentence.

The moment the finger touched the white dragon ball, the whole world was pulled into countless rays of light, time was in reverse flow, space was regressing, and the moment in front of it was beautiful.

Brush, the world returned to normal, Qin Yu found himself standing in the void, next to a mountain peak, the Prison Dragon Pavilion was still very intact, and there was a beautiful and noble white dragon entrenched on the top of the mountain, and the surrounding wind and clouds were surging, and the thunder and lightning were rushing.

This was definitely the first time Qin Yu had seen a real dragon in the two worlds, and that kind of shock from the soul made him forget to think about it, and he forgot to say anything when he wanted to open his mouth.

"Answer me, what happened to him? Is he still alive?" the white dragon's voice was urgent, the timbre was no different from that of a human woman, very pleasant, and had an indescribable attraction.

"Even if you are alive, you are not alive, and this saint cannot answer you. On the top of the mountain in the distance, an old man in a green shirt gently stepped on the branches and leaves of the pines and cypresses, floating as steady as Mount Tai with the mountain wind.

"Go back, don't ask again, there will be no result, his identity, your identity, doomed you to have no future. On the southern peak, another middle-aged man in a purple robe sat on the stone ridge and drank, the wine gushed out of the purple gourd, the wonderful aroma wafted for thousands of miles, and the flowers bloomed everywhere he passed, and even the tiger chasing the prey sat quietly, concentrating on smelling the fragrance and getting drunk.

"If you are not of my race, your heart will be different, give you one last chance, leave quickly, otherwise you will blame our subordinates for not showing mercy!" "The northern mountain peak, the red robe is like fire and red hair is like blood, and he holds a broadsword in his hand, the blade of the sword is like liquid magma, and as he screams and quivers, the surrounding rocks are melted by the high temperature, turning into magma and gurgling down the mountain wall.

"You don't have to meddle in our business, give him back to me!" the white dragon roared, and in an instant, the surrounding wind and clouds were furious, lightning and thunder roared.

"Don't dwell on him anymore, even if you chase him to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to see him again. "The old man Qingshan seems to have the best temper, and he is still patiently all white dragons.

The red-haired middle-aged man had a temper bursting: "It's useless to say more, let me kill this troubled white dragon with my hands, cramp and remove bones to repay the blood debt!"

"Wait, now that the two clans have just ceased war, how can they easily start fighting again? If she is stubborn, presumably the Dragon King will not protect her, and we will suppress her. The purple-robed middle-aged man put down the wine gourd and wiped his mouth.

The more the white dragon listened, the more angry he became, the more anxious he became, and finally he couldn't help but jump, flying up from the mountain peak, and in an instant, the wind and the earth shook the mountain, and the storm poured down and covered the entire mountain range, purple lightning and blue thunder burst into the sky, and countless mountain peaks rumbled and collapsed.

"Give him back! Give it back to me! Give it back to me!!" There were tears in the white dragon's eyes, but more of them were crazy and unwilling, and he actually took the initiative to attack the three food saints.

"Good time, kill!" With a bang, the Yan Sword came out of its sheath and the stones flew away, and half of the sky burned red.

"That's it. The old man in the green shirt slowly flew up.

"There is wine today and drunk today, Bailong, you are also a lover, it's a pity, it's ......a pity" The purple gold gourd flickered and magnified in the air, turning into a hundred zhang square circle in the blink of an eye......

Qin Yu watched all this happen, and there was nothing he could do about it when he saw the white dragon being pierced by the Yan Sword and the blood was sprinkled in the air.

This is history and cannot be changed.

(PS: It's not too much to bury a foreshadowing, oh la la~) (To be continued.) )