Chang Xi's floating soul rises and falls with the pond water, constantly sinking, sinking, and sinking, and is surrounded by palpitating darkness. The concept of the so-called time has been lost here, and it seems to be a spring and autumn in a short moment, and a thousand years seem to be as short as a dream.

In the abyss of thousands of zhang under the deep pool, there is a faint light like a candle in the wind, which is the last trace of clarity in Chang Xi's mind, like a lonely boat.

On the surface, it seems that the dragon pool is calm, but below it is actually a turbulent wave that ordinary dragons can't imagine. Chang Xi didn't know what his second personality communicated with the so-called wills in the Dragon Pool, but the result didn't seem to be too bad, and he finally survived the raging energy under the Dragon Pool, and never lost.

The so-called dimension of time is no longer applicable to the treacherous space at the bottom of the Dragon Pool, and in the sinking of darkness, this kind of torment day after day and year after year is gradually wearing away Chang Xi's few iron wills. The loneliness with no end in sight and the darkness that will last for many years are like man-eating demons that gnaw away the will of those who are trapped here bit by bit, until they become a part of this darkness.

Chang Xi's several calls to the second personality in the depths of his heart were fruitless, which meant that the light and fire of his spiritual platform dimmed little by little, until there was only a line between it and dissipation.

"Am I going to fall here... Will you never be able to get out?"

Chang Xi's murmur echoed faintly in the depths of the dark Dragon Transformation Pool, the sound getting smaller and smaller, and the light getting weaker and weaker.

However, just when Chang Xi's Lingtai Qingming was about to sink, a glittering picture suddenly unfolded in front of his eyes, illuminating the darkness that he couldn't see his fingers.

The scroll is painted with many figures that he has vowed to remember for the rest of his life, and they are vivid.

In the ethereal picture scroll, there are his father and mother who pulled him up with hard work, Xin Tong and Qing Xuan who agreed with him to stay until he is old, Qinglan Zhangjiao who is at the peak of swordsmanship, Yun Wei, the master of Tianxiu Peak who regards him as his own, Mo Lao of Tibetan Dao Peak who taught him all his skills, Xiao Yishan who gave him a sword bell to help the general of Kyushu, the abbot of Hongyuan Temple who gave him the opportunity to Buddhism, and the senior brother who can eventually become the ghost emperor of Luo Yu Mountain in the Huangquan world even after death.

There are dozens of people "painting" on this picture scroll, each of them is kind or fated or affectionate to Chang Xi, and the dozens of people who are shining are looking at him intently at the moment, or showing expectation or anxiety, all hoping that Chang Xi will not bow to the darkness.

The long scroll stretched, dazzling, but in the first place in the picture scroll was a woman, the woman's appearance was unparalleled, as if she had lived in the high wall of the deep palace for a long time, surrounded by a faint Xun sound, there was a flame arch guard in the center of the eyebrows, and there was a red rope on the chest to weave something.

That's a fish talisman, half yin, half yang.

The young woman actually walked out of the picture scroll, although the beautiful but slightly thin portrait suddenly plumped, the woman's pair of eyes like a clear spring smiled, but the corners of the eyes could not help but tears, two hands on the cold light in the darkness that was about to dissipate, a long-lost soft murmur, as if from a far, far away across time, space and dimension.

She seemed to hold Chang Xi's cheek, "Promise me, don't die." ”

The cold light illuminates the woman's face, and she is the seventh princess of the Demon Domain, win Zhiyu!

"The sentient beings of Kyushu are still waiting for you, you can't die!"

"You promised me that you wouldn't die. ”

"You promised me that you wouldn't die!"

"Now, wake up!"

Ying Zhiyu's voice was like thunder, and it exploded in Chang Xi's ears. Chang Xi's already paste-like consciousness and Qingming suddenly showed signs of resurgence, and the lights of the remnant candles in the wind began to condense into Chang Xi's limbs and head, and the drops of golden dragon blood that had been plundered by the endless darkness of the pool began to flow back, reuniting little by little into a new meridian and body.

He vaguely remembered that he still had to return to the human world, and he still had unfulfilled promises.

The huge memories had an impact, like a boulder thrown into a lake, shaking his previously paralyzed sea of consciousness into ripples, and a pool of stagnant water became alive.

He finally woke up in the midst of his sink!

"Win Zhiyu!"

Whether it is the figure of Ying Zhiyu who was almost illusory before and has now dissipated, or even the splendid picture scroll that was about to sink into darkness, it seems to Chang Xi for a long time at this moment that it is a matter of the previous life, and it is so unattainable.

Chang Xi, who once commanded the title of Shura in the Yellow Springs Realm, was like a helpless child at this moment, and couldn't help but burst into tears in the boundless darkness.

Because the feeling of Fang Cai Zhiyu touching his cheeks with both hands was so real.

"He's qualified. "In the darkness that could engulf all reason, without warning came an ancient voice that was indifferent but tinged with a hint of appreciation.

Chang Xi suddenly opened his eyes, tears were shattered into powder, and he was just about to pursue the sound, but the next moment he saw that the boundless darkness around him was like a tidal tide rolling backwards and disappearing, and in its place, it was actually a magnificent obsidian hall!

The buoyancy of the blackened dragon pond water disappeared, Chang Xi finally got his feet on the ground, he fell directly into the center of the main hall, and the next moment Chang Xi's eyes widened.

Because in the circle around the center of this main hall, there was actually a dragon bone with a size of no less than a thousand zhang or dark gold or pure gold! Chang Xi's heart was shocked, and the height of the dragon bone directly reflected the strength realm of the dragon clan, more than a thousand zhang, at least above the realm of the Divine Journey! And the color of the bones directly reflected the purity of the bloodline of these behemoths.

In other words, this obsidian hall hidden deep under the dragon pool is the place where the former powers of the dragon clan sit!

"I heard that above the Divine Journey Realm is the Transcendent Realm, and there are dozens of Transcendent Realm dragon clans sitting here, no wonder the power in this dragon pool can be so terrifying. ”

Just as Chang Xi was slightly distracted and looked up at one of the keels, which were almost two thousand zhang long, which could be called a behemoth, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle, and even his heartbeat almost stopped, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth wide, and he was in a cold sweat.

Because he was horrified to see that the golden dragon bone, which had been dead for more than 2,000 zhang and had been dead for tens of thousands of years, slowly twisted a strange arc and looked at him, and two white ghost fires rose from the empty eye sockets, like a ghost resurrected.

Faced with the scene in front of him that could make ordinary people bite off their tongues in fright, Chang Xi was quite calm, his eyes were fixed on the two-thousand-zhang pure gold keel, and he stepped back step by step, but what happened next still made him gasp.

Because in the entire hall, all the dragon bones that were originally dead and silent have come to life.

The two thousand zhang golden dragon bone brought him an unparalleled sense of oppression, and he saw that the golden dragon bone that must have been the patriarch of a certain generation of the dragon clan before his death lowered his head, the ghost fire beating, the dragon kiss opened and closed, and the sound of majesty shook the universe at this moment.

"In the 10,000-year-old history of the Dragon Pool, you are the first Terran to enter this place. ”