The old dragon exhaled softly into the water, and a small boat made of ice immediately appeared. It blew one more bite, and the oars appeared.

Feng Luo described it dozens of times, and the old dragon took the trouble to blow hundreds of mouthfuls, and even the saliva was almost dry, and finally built an ice boat. Perhaps it was tens of thousands of years of loneliness that made the old dragon particularly patient. Shipbuilding can also be regarded as a pastime.

The iceship is crystal clear and shimmers with fluorescence. Feng Luo jumped lightly from the dragon's back and jumped into the boat. Just as he was about to paddle the oar, the old dragon stopped him: "Wait, boy, I'll give you something." ”

The old dragon dived to the bottom of the water, and soon resurfaced, throwing something resembling a small shield at it. "This is the scale that has shed on my body, which is said to be very useful, and I have given it to you. "It had appreciation in its eyes.

"Thank you seniors, I don't know what to call seniors?" rashly asked other people's names, Feng Luo felt impolite, but people gave gifts, and they couldn't even figure out who gave them.

"My name? I remember people calling me the Ice Spear, and no one knows me now. When you get out, don't tell anyone I'm here. If it bothers me, I'll devour him!" the Ice Spear admonished.

Without it, Feng Luo won't talk nonsense. If the secret is made public, not only will the old dragon suffer, but even he may face annihilation. He was about to agree, when the old dragon's mouth opened and a faint mist erupted.

Feng Luo felt a gust of wind rushing towards him, and his body shivered, and then there was a burst of warmth. The heat wrapped around him, like a garment. And before he could row, the boat was blown by the wind and sailed quickly towards the riverbank.

"Ouch, ......it's the other way around," Feng Luo exclaimed, only to see that the old dragon had already buried his head in the water. Except for the ripples on the surface of the river, there is no trace at all, like a dream.

The breath of the old dragon's ice spear made Feng Luo travel for dozens of zhang before slowly slowing down. Feng Luo slandered in his heart for a while, stopped the boat, took out the storage, and put it into the dragon scales.

The old dragon did it on purpose. Feng Luo made a little more effort and rowed to the other side. With the appearance of the Ice Spear, the other crystal beasts in the river had already fled far away.

Feng Luo quickly went ashore, looked back at the already calm river, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The strength of the human race and the prosperity of the Burning Sun Continent all came from the dragon clan. And the dragons, almost extinct.

Look for the trail and continue on your way. The breath that the old dragon sprayed on him has not yet dissipated, and there is still a warm feeling. I didn't expect that in the name of ice, it could also spray heating.

Feng Luo was hurrying on his way, and suddenly found that the breath of the old dragon did not disperse, but slowly invaded the body. As if you have found a home, you enter through the pores of your skin.

He tried to block it with his pulse, but found it to no avail. There is no conflict between the two qis, and the breath outside is unblocked, penetrating and flowing unhindered in the veins.

After a week of running, it didn't stop, but got faster and faster. With the operation of the breath, it turned out to be the operation of the arterial qi. Feng Luo wanted to stop, but his pulse was uncontrollable.

By the time he began to defend himself with his pulse, his body was out of his control. After walking a few steps, his hands and feet did not obey the call, and quickly sat down against the stone wall. Turning back in the direction of the underground river, his voice hoarse, echoing underground.

The Ice Spear of the Old Dragon has sunk to the bottom of the water and begins its next round of sleep. There is no big movement, and there will be no wake-up. And Feng Luo was a little far away at this time, and his voice was quiet.

As the fluorescence went out, the surroundings fell into darkness. Feng Luo's breathing became more and more rapid, and his warm breath gradually became hotter. Is the vein going to be calcined again?

Feng Luo wailed in his heart and had to accept the tragic end. He guessed correctly, the old dragon, out of kindness, gave him a warm breath and began to calcinate his veins.

This time the calcination progressed much faster than before. His pulse did not repel in the slightest, but instead fueled the flames, making the spark become a prairie fire.

Feng Luo felt that from the position of his heart, the burning sensation exploded, spreading rapidly along with the veins. The veins are impacted by the heat flow and expand dramatically.

After expansion, it is bound by the body and immediately contracted. The scorching breath was forced back to the heart, and the body felt extremely comfortable. The comfort has not yet subsided, and the large pulse qi has hit again.

The second impact was not only the main veins of the large strip, but also the thinner veins. This time it was forced back as well, and then started a third time.

As the number increases, the temperature seems to slowly increase. The main veins vary between expansion and contraction, and the width does not change much. But there are more and more veins that are burned, and they are almost at the end.

Feng Luo felt that the end of the veins was extremely fine, and I don't know how many times it was burned, and it was finally burned. But the shock did not stop there, but started again next time.

It is like a tide, and the tide is constantly rising and falling. Every time the tide rises, it brings a lot of impact to the endpoint. With each impact, the endpoint slowly extends forward.

Where there was no context, a new context was forcibly developed. It's equivalent to tearing open the body and creating new pipes inside.

Feng Luo could clearly feel every change, and the pain it brought was also deeply endured. The rest of the body was already numb, only the impact was the place, and the sense of touch was extremely sharp.

How he wished he could pass out and not have to endure it anymore. It's a pity that I can't help it, I can't control my body, so I sit there upright, like a statue.

The ups and downs of the chest and the breathing of the mouth and nose, the reality of Feng Luo is alive and vigorous. But he is really worse than dead now, and even if he really faces death, he will not be so afraid.

Each end is so tiny that if only one part is torn, it is like being pricked by a needle, and it doesn't hurt much. But a lot of places are pricked, patches and patches, and they feel completely different.

The muscles are slowly torn apart, re-displaced, and combined. Veins poured in from the cracks, filling the voids that had just appeared. The old pain has not gone away, and a new round of development has begun.

There are places where the muscles twist uncontrollably. Like countless small snakes, writhing under the skin. The range of distortion continues to expand, and the limbs, chest and abdomen, etc., are all twisted.

Red dots began to ooze from the surface of the skin, and the red dots grew larger and larger, converging into drops of blood!

The forging of veins is already close to the surface of the skin, which means that it is nearing the end. Almost all the veins burst out in an instant, surging towards the very last vein.

Feng Luo's body seemed to have opened countless small holes, and thin red lines shot out of the small holes. It was a stream of blood, gushing rapidly!

"Ahh Then his body went limp, and he fell asleep. In the endless darkness, Feng Luo didn't seem to even breathe.