Yang Long ignored what Whitebeard said, and he walked towards the stone gate while he was vigilant.

The blue-brown stone gate looked a little old, and Yang Long found out when he got close that the stone gate he had seen on the mountain was only half the size of the bronze giant gate in front of him, no wonder he felt that the ice wolf seemed very small at that time.

Now that he looked closer, he realized that what he had seen at that time was less than a third of the stone gate, because the other half of it was covered by a rock wall, and Yang Long felt that he was as small as a drop in the ocean in front of him.

A majestic momentum of vicissitudes came from the stone gate, which looked simple and solemn, and the Holy Spirit was inviolable. Yang Long stood in front of the door and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "What kind of character is this thing cast, even this door exudes an unusual atmosphere, what kind of existence will it be?"

The familiar aura that Yang Long felt came from inside the stone gate, and curiosity instantly filled Yang Long's heart. Experiencing the inexplicable coercion transmitted by the side of this jet-black door, Yang Long walked in step by step as if he was enchanted.

The dazzling halo and an inexplicable swaying were the first feeling that Yang Long had just walked into the door. He found that the moment he walked in, it was like walking into a layer of bubbles. The brilliant color mottled Yang Long's entire vision, and he also noticed that when he walked into the door, it seemed that something was missing from his body.

But this feeling is very subtle, just a moment, and it is difficult to fathom. The next moment, Yang Long had already ignored this feeling, because he had been deeply attracted by the scene in front of him, and he was almost stunned to look at the world full of bright red. It's a fairyland, it's a land that's almost mythical.

It's a bright red world, both on the surface and on the surrounding rock walls, and even the rocks floating in mid-air. This is a world that is like a blood refining, and it looks extremely weird.

This was the first time Yang Long had seen a floating rock group, and he looked at the red stones floating in front of him with some excitement, feeling incredible. This phenomenon is estimated to have fainted a lot of experts and scientists in previous lives.

On a whim, Yang Long grabbed a red rock in front of him and put it in the palm of his hand, but the strange thing was that as soon as the stone fell into his hand, the suspended power seemed to disappear in an instant, and the stone suddenly fell down. To Yang Long's surprise, the small stone the size of a palm alone weighed several catties. Of course, this weight is a drop in the bucket compared to its stone spear, but if it is piled up, the weight of the two seems to be about the same.

If the small stone in Yang Long's hand could fly up against gravity, he would not be stunned in surprise. However, it wasn't just this stone in Yang Long's hand that could fly, but in front of him, a huge stone hall of nearly a mile was flying, wasn't it weird?

Yang Long sometimes even feels that the worldview of his previous life has been subverted, since he came to this world, he found that the people flying in the sky in this world are normal people, and those who can't do magic are not normal.

After being numbed by this qiē supernatural thing, Yang Long felt that no matter what he saw in the future, he would feel normal. But now, he realized that he had underestimated this abnormal category, and what he saw and could think of now was already beyond the scope of his imagination. Yang Long still had some vague feelings, and he felt that this situation would appear more in the future.

Compared to the behemoth in front of him, the palm-sized stone in Yang Long's hand was like dust.

Yang Long smiled bitterly and flicked away the stone in his hand, and strode over, and the rock in Yang Long's hand flew up strangely again when it left his palm.

The front of the blood-colored palace is open, the façade is a little dilapidated, and Yang Long can even feel a few traces of battle around it, obviously this is an abandoned ancient palace. The palace is connected to the entire suspended rock, but this huge rock is not highly suspended, and the yang dragon can jump on it lightly.

In front of the main hall hung a few more demonic and bright red blood-colored characters, the original bright red world, as if they were all rendered by these words, a qiē looks weird and abnormal.

Yang Long carefully observed these words, but he found that he couldn't understand them at all. The reason is simple, this is not the word of this world at all. The words of this world, Whitebeard had taught them, so Yang Long still knew a little bit about it.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and there is a murderous aura hidden in it, as if it will be erased at a glance. If it weren't for the fact that the essence of this handwriting has been worn out by time, with my current strength, it is estimated that I would have died just by looking at it twice. Old man, don't you say?"

"Old man?"

He couldn't read it, and he had planned to ask Whitebeard to come out and take a look. But he even called Whitebeard several times in his heart, but Whitebeard didn't react. This situation is the first time that Yang Long has encountered it in the past six years, and every time Yang Long softly calls out to Whitebeard, that guy will definitely run out and nag himself a few words.

But now, the surroundings are strangely quiet. Yang Long didn't know if Whitebeard really heard his own cry and still didn't react, or if he didn't pay attention to himself at all.

After trying again a few times, Yang Long still found that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and Whitebeard still didn't move at all. At this moment, he realized that this place seemed to be a little weird, but this was not just weird, Whitebeard had never been like this.

Apparently, either Whitebeard is entangled in something, or Whitebeard can't come out at all.

"Is it because of this land? Yang Long secretly pondered, this place could not stay for long.

He should have noticed this, but he had been attracted by the strangeness of this place before, and now he realized that it seemed a little late. However, Yang Long sensed it, and the rune in his body was still there, because when Whitebeard taught him, the rune was already his, so there was a special connection between him and the rune.

Since he sensed this, Yang Long was already relieved. If you can't go in and see this strange place, it will be too much of a failure!

Thinking of this, Yang Long didn't bother to think about what these words were, so he wrote them down first, and then went in to take a look. Yang Long has not found any trace of the wolf so far, presumably the demon beast deliberately attracted himself here, so there must be some reason for that guy.

The area of the main hall is very wide, and Yang Long followed that familiar aura all the way. Not long after entering the hall, Yang Long found that there were many simple stone houses around. He guessed that these should be the places where the disciples under the banner of this hall lived, because there were some stone swords in many places.

The stone swords on display are similar to the surrounding colors, they are all strange bright red, Yang Long doesn't know where this weird luster comes from, but he knows that the entire space here is this weird color, like a dreamlike existence.

A few more steps forward, Yang Long felt the familiar aura. This feeling was the strange aura that Yang Long had felt outside before, so he had been walking in this direction just now.

Now that it was closer, Yang Long found that this aura had become even stronger. At the same time, there was another breath in it, and this breath Yang Long was familiar with, because the source of this breath was the ice wolf.

Yang Long wondered what kind of aura attracted him, but according to the direction from which the breath came, it was the high ground directly above him not far from him, where huge rocks were standing. Therefore, he would soon be able to know this qiē, at this time, he had no intention of destroying the ice wolf impulse, and the resentment in his heart had disappeared.

Yang Long quietly approached, that familiar breath actually made his blood boil a little, and when he got closer, Yang Long could even feel the strange ups and downs of his heart. It was a feeling of excitement and an unnatural timidity, as if the thing in front of him had a primitive coercion, but deep in his veins it was eager to do so.

Just when Yang Long was only one meter away from the stone wall, he heard a faint mournful sound, and Yang Long was startled in his heart, which was a bit like the voice of the ice wolf.

When Yang Long stretched out his head, he found that in the middle of the stone forest, the familiar ice wolf was curled up. The black ice wolf's mouth let out a mournful "whine" sound, but in the arms of the ice wolf, Yang Long also found a fluffy puppy lying there.

The white dog's breath was already very weak at this time, and it allowed its mother to lick its fur lightly, but the corners of its eyes did not open the slightest.

The ice wolf also seemed to sense the arrival of the Yang Dragon, it looked at the Yang Dragon, but it only let out a slight low roar, without the slightest intention of attacking, and at this moment, its eyes even showed a trace of humanized pleading.

Yang Long looked at this scene with some surprise, and was a little unable to react for a while. He didn't expect that this guy was still a loving she-wolf, and from this point of view, he realized that this guy didn't seem to be special from the she-wolf in his previous life.

However, when Yang Long looked up, he was deeply attracted by this scene and couldn't extricate himself.

Above the head of the ice wolf, a drop of golden blood hung quietly there. The blood bead was only the size of a thumb, but it was extremely attractive to Yang Long. If Yang Long said that in his previous life, he would drool when he saw food, then in this life, Yang Long found that he would drool when he saw blood.

The blood beads are golden yellow, but due to their nature, they are red when they are reflected. Yang Long didn't know if it was because of this blood bead that this space turned red, but after thinking about it, he felt that this reason was not very reliable.

However, Yang Long, who was so sensitive to blood, couldn't help but be surprised at this time, because this drop of blood didn't have the slightest smell of blood at all, and there was not even a trace of strange breath. Yang Long felt as if this drop of blood was just an object, which made him speechless.