Where the light in his eyes passed, there were a lot of white bones, but in front of him, a road was paved by countless white bones, a road leading to the depths of the endless black mist.

"White Bone Road ......" The wind was clear and murmured slightly, and his heart fluctuated violently, this white bone would be shattered as soon as he stepped on it, I am afraid that it has been stored for countless years, and there are so many of them, so how many people should form such a road.

His scalp was numb, his throat was dry, he couldn't speak, looking at the endless black fog ahead, it seemed that there was a huge crisis lurking there, and if he went forward, he would be crushed and retreated, and he couldn't say that he could get out of the valley safely.

Forward or backward?

"My generation of monks can only die in battle, how can there be any reason to be afraid. Feng Qingyang let out a cold snort, his blood was churning, and the hideous armor suddenly became even more terrifying.

Click...... Click!

He stepped on countless white bones and slowly stepped forward......

Call...... Call......

There was a sound of exhalation in his ears, his body trembled, and he looked carefully in all directions, but there was nothing at all, where did the sound of breathing come from?

Standing in place for a long time, he finally stabilized his mind again, and he moved forward slowly.

"Hoo ......"

At this moment, the sound of heavy breathing in his ears came again, but at this moment he was ready, and he keenly felt the source of the breath.

He raised his head, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the heavy black fog and shoot straight ahead.

"A thousand meters ahead!"

The tone was categorical, but it was in absolute trust in himself, and the wind was clear and moving forward in the black fog, like standing in a swamp, and every step required a lot of effort.

Fortunately, fortunately, he is a zombie, and his body is already strong, so although he will feel uncomfortable with the binding power of this black mist, it will not affect him too much.

The most troublesome thing is the corrosive power of the black mist, he maintains the 'copper skin and iron bones' and the black light curtain, constantly consuming mana, and there is no replenishment in this black mist, if it goes on like this, sooner or later there will be a moment of exhaustion.

"That's it, if you don't go into the tiger's den to get the tiger, if you don't go deep into the place of crisis, how can you capture that glitch!"

Stepping on the white bones, just like this, walking in the black mist.

500 meters...... 600 meters...... 700 meters...... 900 meters......

It was only a hundred meters away, and the sound of breathing in my ears was even stronger, and this black fog seemed to be able to not only prohibit the sky, but also seem to be able to interfere with the propagation of sound to a certain extent.

"It's close, just a hundred meters ahead!"

The closer he got to his destination, the calmer he became, his red hair casually scattered, his armor flashed, and his eyes flashed, ignoring the white bones on the ground and the danger lurking around him.

Bang......

He stepped forward, and a bright light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he stared, it turned out that at the end of the black fog was a large cave.

And only when you arrive here, you will find that the trace of black mist is overflowing from this cave, and when you get here, the power of restraint is greatly reduced, and the sound of breathing in your ears is like thunder, and the rumbling is endless!

It's more like breathing, but it's the sound of a dying struggle!

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Feng Qingyang looked back at the black mist, as if he had thought of something, closed his eyes, and his mind was rapidly recalling the knowledge of the cultivation realm.

"This mist is not poisonous, it is not a poisonous miasma, but it has corrosive power, and it is extremely heavy, then, there is only one that can satisfy this state!"

"Dragon's Breath!"

His eyes suddenly opened, and a look of disbelief flashed in them, and he exclaimed, "Dragon's breath! Only dragon's breath can have such a function......!"

He frowned, the dragon is a legendary divine beast, if there is a dragon here, it is absolutely impossible not to know, and dragons and other divine beasts have long disappeared in ancient times.

Even if it is the dragon king of the endless sea, it is just a Jiao that has been cultivated for countless years, and it is said that after surviving the catastrophe, Jiao can fade away in the baptism of thunder, remembering to turn into a dragon in one fell swoop.

However, how can it be so simple to turn into a dragon? Even the dragon in the Endless Sea, known as the old dragon king, has not completely faded its body.

"But this does match the characteristics of dragon breath, is there really a dragon in this cave?"

Thinking of this, his heart throbbed rapidly, not for anything else, but for his soul, deeply engraved with four big characters - the descendant of the dragon.

In the world before him, everyone claimed to be the descendant of the dragon, and the supreme bloodline of the five-clawed golden dragon was transmitted, so it was called the Celestial Empire in ancient times, just because it was supreme.

"If it's a dragon, then I'm going to worship!" but ......," he muttered to himself, looking at the black mist outside, and his heart suddenly moved.

This black mist only didn't have much effect on him, because his body was too powerful, but if it was against ordinary modifications, especially when casting formations, it would be of great use.

Ordinary monks, as long as they are imprisoned with mana, they are a chicken, and they can still be slaughtered.

Thinking of this, he smiled sinisterly, and then the ring in his hand flashed, and took out something similar to a gourd, this gourd is not a mortal thing, it has the effect of absorbing mist, this is the magic weapon he obtained by killing people and goods, he originally thought it was just a chicken rib, but he never thought that now it is coming in handy.

Unscrewed the lid of the gourd, and suddenly, a suction force came out of it, and I saw the black mist surging, and wisps began to rush towards the gourd.

But there are so many black mist in this, and what is in it, this gourd is not a grading magic weapon, so it didn't take long for it to be close to saturation, but it could no longer hold half a point.

Cover the lid of the gourd, hold it in your hand and weigh it, only to feel extremely heavy, I am afraid that if this gourd falls, it can crush ordinary monks to death.

Casually put in the storage ring, wondering why not bring more magic weapons that can collect this kind of mist, looking back, the black mist has not decreased by half a point, as if the qiē absorbed by his gourd before is an illusion.

"According to Lijiacun, the beast tide has been happening for countless years, so I am afraid that it has been gathering here for countless years. ”

A picture suddenly appeared in his mind, it was the picture of this valley, the valley was not big, shrouded in an invisible barrier, and the black mist slowly overflowed from the cave, but it could not overflow the valley, so it began to collapse and compress in the barrier, and finally had such a scale after countless years.

"Moreover, the annual beast tide proves that the things in this cave either have to awaken once a year, or- they are dying!"

"Could it be that I have a relationship with this place?" he said, thinking of the scene he had come before, as if he had been pushed here by an invisible palm.

First in Guiyuan City, he almost went mad, and then the ghost sent the gods to Tiandu Peak, and realized his heart under its peak, and then he never returned to Yuancheng, but flew into a small mountain village at will.

In the end, I happened to encounter the beast tide, so I found this place because of doubts, and found this place where there was a dragon.

"Looks like it's time for me to get started!"