The blizzard in front of Qin Li's eyes was of course not a meteorological anomaly, and he repeatedly confirmed that it was not a high-level dragon elemental turbulence.

This thing is the dividing area between the Nibelungen and the realm of "life", and he immediately thought of the inexplicable Nibelungen that Lu Mingfei is not in his hometown, and ordinary people may also strayed into the Nibelungen, and the rainstorm on the elevated road is its "door", so the "door" of this one is a blizzard.

Of course, in his experience, not all dragons like to make their base feel like a disaster, and there are also those like Jörmungård and Fenrir with wide open doors, or the Norton family that requires pedigree authentication, a bit like fingerprint locks.

The concept of the Nibelungen in the human world is the afterlife world connected by the legendary dwarven ring, but all the matter dies here, but it is immortalized here, and it will never disappear, the Nibelungen is a huge contradiction, in the history of dragons, it is not the Nibelungen created by Nidhogg, but an ordinary pure-blooded dragon who is proficient in alchemy, when the Black King ascended the throne and brought great despair and death, he created a space to accommodate the immortal existence, and gradually evolved into the base of the dragon race, the place where the eggs are buried.

The creator was not recognized at the time, and after its creation was widely disseminated, the Black King only gave him a knighthood and let it be drowned in history.

Qin Li stretched out his hand and tried to pass through the wind wall, only to feel that he was constantly being sucked in by the huge traction, instead of the strange silence that was familiar to blend into another space, he used all his strength, followed the traction forward, and could vaguely hear the barking of animals, and then moved forward against the wind and snow, seeing that he was about to successfully enter, but was pushed little by little, Qin Li felt that something was wrong, and steadied himself, trying to identify the direction from the howling wind, this Nibelungen was a little weird, his clothes were blown open by the gale, Qin Li hurriedly stretched out his hand to grasp the hem of his clothes, forgetting that he was not afraid of the cold, and the objects on his body could not withstand the destruction.

Object? He suddenly saw the test tube he had put away, and it was filled with blood.

If you can let ordinary people enter the blood of the Nibelungen, that is the bug of the "key".

I don't know what the origin of this Nibelungen master is, he hasn't found the door for so long, and there are doomsday factions entrenched inside, do you want to go in?

Come in, come in! He dropped all the equipment connected to Kassel, opened the test tube, and used the force of the wind to blow that little bit of blood into the air.

The few remaining drops of blood, the moment they touched the wind wall, were like growing creatures, connected into a thin red silk thread, guiding Qin Li.

Seeing this, since you want to go in, you must be prepared, he opened the realm of the spirit of words in advance, that is, the upper position of the ultimate concealed spirit of the spirit of speech, the privilege of the sky and the wind, "gloom", the shape and weight of the concealed breath, all by the control of the air flow and the wind, even the ink color of the shadow can be hidden, the only weakness is the shadow under the light, the shadow replaces the ink color shrouded in the body in the shadow, and it will be different from ordinary shadows under strong light.

Qin Li floated in the direction of the entrance, and finally felt the familiar suction, and entered this strange Nibelungen.