A mysterious ink painting space on white rice paper.

The huge bone dragon is crawling and meandering, and the divine bones have not decayed for tens of thousands of years to suppress the sea of corpses, no one knows where the countless corpses came from, what their identity is and who killed them, let alone how the divine dragon fell, everything is a mystery, and the world's biggest secret is hidden under the frozen soil of the extreme northern ice field.

The ink space was very quiet, in vain, the keel shook its hideous mouth twice, as if the bone dragon was resurrected and something seemed to come out of its mouth......

Bai Yujun dragged the spear to the front of the dragon's mouth, and the space was too small to pass.

When Chang~!

The spear was thrown out first, and then jumped down again.

Got the Shenbing Jiao Naoren was buzzing with excitement, his eyes were bent into a crescent moon and he couldn't see the road clearly, and when he jumped out from the front teeth, his trouser legs accidentally hung on his sharp teeth, and his whole face fell down......

Smack~ Lying on the ground solidly, a bunch of various treasures fell in front of him, gold and silver jewelry were scattered all over the ground, and the dragon ball in his arms rolled out and then rolled back automatically.

Got up and quickly put away the baby, and didn't care about picking up the black spear and the white blade domineering dragon spear.

It's heavy, and I can't pick it up without trying too hard.

Flipping through and looking carefully, the more I look at it, the more satisfied I become, very long, almost two heights when it stands up, the slender blade accounts for a large proportion, the gun body is hard, and unlike those ordinary mundane things with a gun tip at the front end of the wooden shaft, every detail is telling the high force, but it looks extremely ordinary, there is no light and no legendary self-consciousness, it is purely a long spear!

Sharp enough, hard enough, heavy enough for savage and ferocious violent maniacs.

"In the future, it's called the dragon lance. ”

Woo woo woo like a propeller to throw a few laps, compared to two concave shapes.

"In the future, if anyone is not pleasing to the eye, I will directly stab him to death with a gun!

Thinking back to the head I don't remember much, the marksmanship moves are full of fun dancing guns, or jumping or stabbing, the more you use it, the more you use it, the little white figure holding the dragon spear flying up and down and sweeping the stabs, and you can see the slender spear blade white light connected together to draw a white streamer~

The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, the most common on the battlefield is the spear, and the knife and the bow and arrow shield constitute the basic combat weapons of the army, the sword is suitable for hanging on the waist as a face, and only monks or martial arts masters who have practiced for many years can play, really which is better to use or knives and guns.

After playing for a long time, he was willing to stop and rest, and the more he looked at the spear, the more satisfied he became.

This thing is definitely a treasure, it is definitely not a magic weapon, and it is not like a high-level treasure, now Bai Yujun has also seen a spiritual weapon, and he feels that the thing used by Shenlong is not very similar to the spiritual weapon in this world at present, and the specific grade is not much, anyway, it must be more powerful than all the magic weapons in this world.

Although it is so powerful, it will not be said that it is easy to break other people's weapons, no matter how powerful the divine weapon is, it depends on the strength of the holder, and the kind of thing that goes to the sky in one step can be thought about at night when you fall asleep.

Thinking back to the records about refining weapons in the library of Chunyang Palace, he sat down obediently, put the dragon spear in his arms and began to refine, the main thing is to separate his spirit and spirit into a trace of fusion with the dragon spear, so that he can be more handy, and the heavy sword shield or something can't reach the level of the dragon lance, so there is no need to refine and fuse, it is a slow job.

Fortunately, the previous owner of the dragon lance died for tens of thousands of years, and the traces left by the dragon in the dragon lance also disappeared with the years, without any obstacles.

The miraculous thing is that the refining ended so quickly, and it seems to be ...... Only the right bloodline can refine it.

Airplanes~

The dragon spear trembled as if it had some spirituality.

"It's too big, if only it could be turned into a hairpin like the legendary ones. ”

As soon as the voice fell......

Swish~!

The dragon spear instantly became the size of a long hairpin in a palm, and a certain white was stunned and almost threw the hairpin out, followed by ecstasy, there is really such a divine soldier in the world!

"Hahaha~haha~ uh......"

After a long time, I found that I didn't need a hairpin in my hair.

Bai Yujun's black hair is extremely thick, and the black hair on the top of ordinary people's heads is only a thin layer, and Bai Yujun's hair is very thick, even if it is scattered, it seems to have been hairstyled, and his face is small, and he doesn't know how he did it when he turned into a human form, and the snake's hair is actually thicker than that of humans.

Sometimes long hair is really inconvenient, but I am reluctant to lose it.

"How should I usually wear it and wear it as an ornament around my neck?"

The dragon spear quickly turned into a big metal trap on the slender jade neck, very speechless, it looked like a King Kong little Nezha, not good-looking at all.

"Wear it on your wrist as a bracelet?"

The dragon lance wandered until the white wrist turned into a dragon-shaped bracelet, and it looks good when you raise your arm to take a closer look, but it's a little too obvious, so it's better to hide it.

After thinking about it, he raised his foot to expose his ankle, and the dragon spear left his wrist and wrapped around his ankle and turned into a black ankle ring.

It feels quite fun to take a few steps and try it, jumping without delay, if you don't lift the trouser hem you can't see it at all, it's very convenient, and you can also look rich in more jewelry.

I'm almost busy thinking it's time to get out of here, it's just ...... It's a bit unaccustomed to taking this benefit and just leaving.

"Hey~I'm leaving~"

Shouted and pretended to say goodbye, but didn't hear any response.

Suddenly!

The world of ink and wash changed again, and the black ink converged into a long phantom of the dragon, which was virtual and real, and the ink dragon flew overhead, so frightened that a certain Jiao raised his shield again......

"Really...... True dragon ......!"

Isn't this guy dead yet? Is the dragon soul coming to take it? Can you beat it?

For a while, Jiao Naoren was running rapidly, looking around to see if there was a place to escape, in the face of this kind of real dragon that was a big guy tens of thousands of years ago, Xiao Baijiao couldn't afford to provoke, so he quickly took out a horizontal knife and was on guard!

The black dragon like an ink painting fell to the ground and bent down to look down at a certain white, but there was no hostile behavior.

The edge of the shield showed a good-looking eye and blinked, carefully staring at the huge ink dragon, and holding a soul talisman in his mouth, if the situation is not good, I hope this talisman can play a role to bless peace, but it is also made by the Sanqing sect, I hope this real dragon will more or less look at the Sanqing and not worry about us......

Suddenly, the dragon raised its claws and pressed down on Bai Yujun!

A certain Bai is fed up, and he raises his shield and wields a horizontal knife to let him see the resistance from Bai Jiao!

"Eat me, slash me!Pure Yang Sword Technique First Form ......"

Bai Yujun, who was wielding a horizontal knife, froze motionless, stared wide-eyed at the claw composed of ink on the top of his head and gently touched his head, the tip of the dragon claw was retracted without malice, the movement was very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting a small point, and the hair on the top of his head was a little scattered, and Bai Yujun, who was holding a shield and holding a knife, was a little dazed.

Putting down the sword and shield, he looked at the huge black and gray ink dragon in a daze, the other party had no malicious intent, and even had a kind of concern in it.

"Who are you?"

No reply.

"Are you still alive? Do you want me to help you put the remains in the ground? Oh, no, the dragon was born in heaven and earth, grew up in heaven and earth, and will return to heaven and earth after death......

Bai Yujun uncontrollably appeared in his original form, and his four claws landed on the ground and arched his body to look up at the dragon soul.

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