Golden-winged Dapeng Bird Huang Zhao stood there quietly, looking at the silver-haired man from a distance.

Entering the ice lake space was affected and unable to maintain a human form, Huang Zhao was not surprised if he had experience, maybe he could wait until the ice broke to recover some ability, but he didn't want that, it was a point of no return......

The frozen lake is dead silent, or the resting place of the dragon.

From the side, the picture is slightly empty, with pale cyan ice surface, white foggy sky, and a man and an eagle standing far apart on both sides, looking at each other without moving.

After a long time, the golden-winged Dapeng bird spoke first.

"After a long time, your heart for the dragon remains is still as sincere as it was back then, and the wine is the same, if I have the opportunity, I would like to drink a good wine with you again. ”

"Brother Huang, you want to stop me?"

Huang Zhao didn't answer this question, remembering something and being melancholy.

"Back then, you and I supported each other in this crisis-ridden place, and finally survived, my Huang Zhao was not a good person or a murderous monster, my father fell in the first battle of Shenhua Mountain, since then I have seen many things and understood many things, and suddenly found that only you are my friend, or you can be regarded as a friend. ”

"Friends ......"

The silver-haired man was stunned for a moment.

A trace of guilt flashed inadvertently on his face, he had some other thoughts when he was friends with Huang Zhao, the rivers and lakes were sinister, who dared to dig out his heart and lungs, and now he suddenly heard that this demon beast cared about his friend and felt ashamed, maybe Huang Zhao also understood that it was not sincere, but he still cared very much.

"The dragon remains suppress the endless corpses under the sea of ice, if there is an accident, there will be a catastrophe, you will become a sinner, and no one can bear the consequences. ”

Hearing this, the silver-haired man who had just hesitated turned red and raised his mechanical crossbow violently, aiming it at the huge eagle head.

"Still trying to stop me!"

"You're going to die!"

"So what? If I don't come to this dragon tomb, I won't die? I have less than thirty years left in my life! I can't go up by half a step! I will definitely die!"

Huang Zhao opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, he had nothing to say, who was not afraid of death.

The silver-haired man may have lost his cultivation, couldn't control his shortness of breath, and yelled in anger.

"I saw my father die of old age! I saw my wife and concubine die with my own eyes! Sons, grandsons, great-grandchildren, all died of old age! Now it's my turn! I don't want to become a ghost king and hide in a cave to survive!"

"Dead, everything is over, reincarnation?hahaha~"

"Is there still a chance to be reincarnated in this life? There is no one in ten thousand cultivators who are limited by their qualifications and spend their lives, the dragon is a divine beast, and the remains have the aura of immortals, so I have the only chance to become an immortal!"

"I have no choice!

The roar of the empty and silent ice lake space was heard far, far away......

The roar was followed by a violent bellows-like gasp, and the giant golden-winged roc bird just quietly watched the little dot in the distance.

For a long time, one person and one demon sighed.

"That's it, I originally wanted to stop you from doing stupid things, but you should have a backhand, since you can't stop you, there is no need to waste your energy in vain, take care. ”

The Golden-winged Dapeng Bird knows that he can regain a little cultivation by stepping on the solid ice with the claws of the eagle, but in this case, it is equivalent to sending his friend to the Dragon Tomb, he can't break the hard ice when he has no cultivation, and he can only rely on special means, and if he really breaks it, he will just give him a ride, and when he enters the water, he will disappear like that white Jiao into the real Dragon Tomb, which can't be stopped.

"Thank you, I'll remember you as my friend. ”

The golden-winged Dapeng, who turned around and wanted to leave, shuddered, nodded and disappeared into the white wind and snow mist.

The silver-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his mechanical crossbow and continued towards the center of the ice lake, initially a little shaken, but after yelling and screaming, he became more determined, as if he was saying it to himself.

The ice lake was as smooth as a mirror, and only one person walked forward with a white hot breath.

When he was almost done, he stopped, took out a special device from his backpack and combined it into an ice axe, took off his obstructive cotton clothes, and swung the ice axe to chop the ice hard......

Ice chips splashed, fell into the collar and melted cold.

The sound of slashing broke the silence of the ice lake, and no one came to disturb him for a short time, after all, the monk did not have the habit of carrying a bow and crossbow, and there was no magic weapon that could resist the magic of the land of dragon sleep.

After digging out the small pit, throw away the ice axe, pick up a few bamboo tubes and stuff them into the ice pit, stuff the slender cotton thread stained with black and gray gunpowder into the small holes of the bamboo tube, and light the fuse with flint......

Finally, he took out some broken white jade-like dragon scales and walked to the distance to stand still.

Close your eyes and calm your breathing.

Rumble~!

The fire was dazzling, and the violent explosion set off the ice slag in the sky!

The explosion seemed to spread out of the ice lake space across the ice and snow world to the south, and the Longmen Desert was making up the bird's nest Mu sighed, and he was not in a very good mood to put down the bird's nest, and Bai Yujun, who was living in the white mansion, opened his eyes suddenly in his sleep, and looked to the north to show sadness, sad that the remains of the good divine dragon will no longer exist, maybe this is okay, but it will eventually return to nothingness.

In a remote village in the south, the Yuan family didn't know how many generations of father and son were playing chess, and they were shocked and looked at the north together......

When the cold water spread to the surface of the ice, the silver-haired man took a deep breath, and without looking at the disciples of the two sects rushing towards the white mist in the distance, he jumped into the water without hesitation with white scales in his hand.

After entering the water, throw it out to give birth to something, and the ice that has just cracked quickly freezes.

The disciples of the two sects who ran quickly threw out the sword and golden bowl indiscriminately and wanted to kill the silver-haired man, and the flying sword and golden bowl flew out of the distance and crackled to the ground together, which was useless, and he secretly hated in his heart that he knew how good it would be to carry a bow and crossbow with him in the first place.

There was nothing else on the ice except for a set of ragged cotton clothes and a mechanical crossbow.

Under the ice, the sinking silver-haired man suddenly disappeared......

The dragon soul has gone, he has not seen the mysterious world of ink painting, what he sees is a misty space, the huge dragon bone lying prone exudes a strong coercion, when the scales are close to the chest to lighten a lot, the silver-haired man who saw the dragon bone for the first time is a little incredulous, the pursuit is one thing, when the real sight is another thing.

"It deserves to be a mythical beast. ”

He is very cautious, and he will not touch the keel recklessly, for fear of causing an accident if he touches some mysterious prohibition.

In the southern wilderness, Bai Yujun came to the top of the high mountain in plain clothes and faced the north......

Jumping high and gently floating between the two dragon horns on the top of the dragon's head, pinching the mysterious trick in his hand, gritting his teeth and holding on for about half an hour, his body slowly tilted close but did not touch the keel, and the golden energy on the keel's forehead poured into the silver-haired man......

The Central Plains sang and danced to the level, some people held banquets to celebrate their official positions, pushed cups and changed lamps to contact the feelings of officialdom, some people colluded with the government to harm the bitter lord to grab acres of land and shops, and the family wealth was digging the cellar to hide gold, and some people sat in the Qinglou to guide the country, drank and had fun, criticized and suppressed the martial artists, and more were digging in the soil and begging the landlord and squire to give him a chance......

The silver-haired man who had just absorbed the power of a tiny immortal god under the ice surface of the northern realm was shocked, and a mysterious mystical rune suddenly appeared on the surface of the keel, and after flickering, the keel shattered and annihilated, and the silver-haired man was dragged into the crack caused by the collapse of the mysterious space......

In the high mountains of the Southern Wilderness, Bai Yujun knelt on the ground in plain clothes, kowtowed three times, and sent the dragon to heaven and earth completely......