Feng Lan was very focused, and slowly sank along the key embedded in the ice snake's giant body.

The nest is like a grass weaving, flickering bright and dark, big and small, and the thick gray whiskers on the edge of the nest are trembling.

The ruins beneath the nest gradually became hazy and blurred.

At times, it is as if a projection passes by, casting a magnificent ancient building.

From time to time, the thirty-six giant pillars seemed to stand on the vast wasteland, watching the nine heavens and suppressing the nine shadows.

Fenglan was deeply touched by this changeable scene of Sumeru.

The singing of the dragon is more and more melodious and long, the pronunciation of the single word is infinitely elongated, and the aftersound is often pulled into several or even more than a dozen paragraphs.

Gradually, the sight of the old building stabilized, and the nest rested in the courtyard like a lamp.

Feng Lan held his breath and saw clearly through the black fire on the boat.

The ancient temple, rising from the ground, is divided into more than 10,000 floors, and the entrance of each floor has a special totemic pattern.

It seems that each totem corresponds to a race of creatures in the world.

The further you go to the top floor of the temple, the more huge and hideous the totem pattern becomes, the more teeth and claws are displayed, and it is by no means an ordinary human body, but it is similar to the rumored descendants of the gods.

Huge stone pillars carved with supernatural runes and characters stretch through the entire temple, stretching from the oval base to the hemispherical dome, watching the cosmic space where the temple is located like a sentinel.

Narrow ice picks hanging upside down,

Terrible cracks spread over the pillars and arches,

After countless years of vicissitudes of life, everything seems to be still fine, watching the nest like a lamp.

The Taiming Continent, from the ancient witch to the demon race, and then to the human race, has gone through countless natural and man-made disasters, as if it has carved traces of time on this mysterious temple.

"Temple of Heavenly Sleep?"

Feng Lan sighed lightly.

Perhaps, he could already be sure that it was the last ancient dragon that was sleeping in that nest, the Celestial Dragon.

It has been very, very long since the dragons guarded the Taiming world.

In the early days of the Terrans, there was no empire, no mage council, and the main legion in the war against the evil races in the world was the dragons.

The Celestial Dragon, the Yin Dragon, and the Black Dragon, the three ancient dragon gods of the ancient dragon clan, are still active in the myths and legends of the human race.

Now, do the ancient or new dragons and dragon kings still exist in the ethereal dragon world? Have you ever been to the Taiming Continent?

If you use the current cultivation power of the human race, to face the dragon clan that only has myths and legends, what will be the victory?

Feng Lan stared at the jades that surrounded the temple—silver, gold, jade, turquoise, blood-red, and obsidian—and naturally thought of the dragon's claws and azure spirit crystals of the other world.

It seems that in the dark, what I have seen and heard in this world is unveiling the mystery of another world.

As the height decreased, the temple became more and more majestic in the eyes of Feng Lan, and the large and small mounds scattered around the temple were very conspicuous.

Feng Lan said in his heart: "What is buried there?" ”

Another old voice responded, "It's my heir, and the most powerful warrior of the dragon clan. The Divine Dragons, even powerful beings born with heaven and earth, cannot live forever. ”

Feng Lan asked suspiciously: "Are you?" ”

"Celestial Dragon." The old voice murmured, "My old friend, I can die peacefully because you didn't miss your appointment!" ”

Feng Lan guessed that it was the ancestor of the Feng family, but this memory was blank for him.

He didn't know how to answer, so he had to stop talking.

"Here we are."

Jia Yucong said softly.

In an instant, the key, the Ice Snake, the Crystal Aperture, the Iceman, the Ice Beast, etc., all disappeared.

Feng Lan, Jia Yucong, and Long Wumian stood at the entrance of the temple.

Long Wumian is growing two new heads and four new arms.

Long Wumian smiled at Fenglan and said, "I am the Weiyang Divine Clan who drinks dragon blood and eats dragon meat. ”

Jia Yucong said: "Actually, your Feng family is not an ordinary mortal human race, but a celestial dragon clan that is chasing clouds and electricity. ”

Fenglan glared at the two of them, all thinking that they were talking nonsense.

In this world, the human race in the world is one family, so there are so many strange races?

But when he thought of the hatred between the Flame City Feng family and the city lord Yuan family, he felt that it seemed to be right there.

"My Jia family is the Palm Lamp clan."

Jia Yucong said inexplicably proudly, opened the entrance with the key, and walked in.

The space in the hall, carved railings and jade masonry, is more magnificent and magnificent.

The torches on the walls were already dying, and the faint light flickered and flickered, illuminating the very limited space range.

Feng Lan approached to observe, and saw that the torch was about to run out of spirit crystals, so he immediately set about to replace them with new ones.

When the torch is lit again, the stone carving with the traces of the years and months is lifelike, as long as the torch is blown by the wind, the stone sculpture seems to be alive.

Stone carvings, of all kinds,

Some human races like Fenglan,

Some are tall Terrans with three heads and six arms,

Some are taller orcs standing,

Some are races of creatures whose specific forms cannot be seen.

Probably, they are all the creators of myths and legends who created all spirit creatures, and the creatures created brought vitality to the Taiming Continent at the same time, but also brought blood to the battle and killing.

"Fenglan, we are going to do something urgent. Go and meet the dragon in the courtyard, it's not long. ”

Jia Yucong has been standing in front of a short female statue, for a long time, and said lightly.

"You two aren't going?"

Fenglan felt strange.

It seems that he has something to do with the dragons here, and the two of them are even higher.

Feng Lan asked, "Can I go with you two to do something important?" ”

"A family has a family mission, and a family has a family mission." Long Wumian said in a deep voice, "Fenglan, here, you may not be able to win against the two of us." ”

Jia Yucong walked into a moon door in the hall.

Long Wumian's three heads made three grimaces at the same time, and they also walked in.

The hall suddenly became empty and gloomy.

Feng Lan couldn't help but shudder, and always felt that the statues had awakened from their slumber one by one and surrounded themselves.

It is impossible to know who led the construction of the temple.

It is impossible to know how many years the temple exists.

The ancient dragon Celestial Dragon, still alive here, watching, never returned to the Dragon Realm.

Fenglan walked out of another door and stood in front of the long hallway.

At the other end of the corridor was the courtyard where the dragon's lair was located.

The stout stone pillars, one by one, go to the sky, and the patterns carved on them are dark and dull.

The black flames seemed to be all extinguished, and not a single one could be seen.

The wind stood for a long time, and walked towards the corridor, as if walking in a canyon formed by a cold ice crack, and the wind and arrows and frost knives were blowing in front of him.

He listened intently to every voice that came,

The ethereal whispering voice is somewhat similar to the dragon's sleepless singing,

Occasionally, the sound of a few corners is somewhat similar to the mountains and rivers.

However, the mountains and rivers do come from another modern planetary world, and have been confirmed to have a supernatural connection with the undead.

Fenglan recites the mountain and river tricks, naturally suppressing the frustration, like chanting and singing, and the rhythm is just right.

"Shameless wicked betrayal,

The glory of blood and fire,

Defend order and time,

……”

The old voice followed the recitation of the epic.

Fenglan heard a little hesitation and a little desolation.

Fenglan walked faster and faster, passing through the moat-like corridor and appearing in front of the dragon's lair.

The dragon's nest, which seems to be woven from gray grass stems and gray grass whiskers, extends to the four poles, and the edges cannot be seen clearly.

The dragon lying in the nest has a withered and lifeless body, and the once invincible dragon armor has dried up and fallen off in large quantities, causing it to shrink greatly and the majestic wind is absent.

Even so, Fenglan stood in front of the dragon's head, still as small as an ant between heaven and earth.

The huge dragon head moved slightly, and the dragon's eyes opened a slit.

In an instant, the oriental fish white in the depths of Fenglan's mind seemed to be summoned and naturally emerged.

The old voice said with a weak force: "Let them out, I will arrange the aftermath." ”

Feng Lan was stunned, reacted, and put the little ones in the spirit beast cage one by one in the dragon's nest.

Around, slowly darkness fell.

After a long time, it slowly lit up and returned to its previous light.

The foal, two four-dislike, three small flower snakes, and two ugly birds lay limply in front of the dragon's beak.

"Old friend, you have to take care of them for me.

When they become strong in the future, they will first have to go to the Dragon Realm, and then they will help you accomplish great things. ”

"Oh."

Fenglan carefully put away the little ones.

At this moment, unfathomable cracks opened in the dragon's body, and instead of blood, golden sand gushed out.

Feng Lan clearly felt the golden sand drifting into the oriental fish white in the depths of his mind.

The dragon slowly closed its eyes, patiently waiting for its life to pass away.

"You will have the laws of time.

Only when you become stronger and stronger, can you gradually control and control it, and you will gradually feel its beauty. ”

The old feeble voice said intermittently.

When Fenglan was in a trance, he saw a high mountain.

The high mountains, towering between heaven and earth, are connected to the sky in general, and there is no road.

However, Fenglan took a steady step and climbed step by step.

The elemental energy around the body was far away at first, and then gradually approached, trying to establish some kind of connection with Fenglan.

The energy elements in the depths of the earth are also getting closer to the surface of the earth, observing the Terran boy who has stepped on the mountain and ascended to the sky.

It's just that Fenglan's power is too weak, and he doesn't know how to sense and accept their existence.

A dead tree full of holes, leaning against the tall rocks near the top of the mountain, looked like a larger, strange, strangely shaped gray rock from a distance.

Feng Lan gradually realized that he was climbing along the roots of the trees that protruded from the ground, and was approaching the dead trees.

It is impossible to imagine the form in which this dead tree existed at its peak.

Perhaps, the trees are so lush that they can shade the entire summit of the mountain.

Fenglan continued to walk into a circular mountain area at the foot of the dead trees.

He saw a meditative statue of an orc standing in the middle of a mountain circle, its hands deep into the earth, and the yellow earth around its hands flowed like quicksand for eternity.

He stood for a moment, followed the statue's meditative posture, and inserted his hands into the earth.