New White Snake Asking Immortals

Rush into the blizzard briefly and then leave the ice lake.

Huang Zhao and the silver-haired man's eyes lit up and found that they had escaped, and they could not see the terrifying white scorpion for the time being.

The countless terrifying zombies in front of them did not return to the direction they came from.

One was drenched in blood without an arm, the other was slashed in the face by ice slag, and the two destitute fellows were face to face with thousands of zombies...

ice lake.

The low temperature caused the water surface to freeze. Bai Yujun noticed that scales appeared all over his body and wanted to show his original shape. When the ice layer on the lake surface was intact, he would lose control and reveal his body. When the ice surface shattered, it would break the ban and turn into a human shape. , This ice lake is very strange.

The head rope has long been lost, so he tucked his long loose hair into his clothes on the back, took a deep breath, turned and jumped into the water.

puff~

The water splashed with splashes and quickly returned to calm.

The ice crystals spread to cover the water surface at a speed visible to the naked eye, the last gap was sealed, and the mysterious ice lake was completely silent again, and no sound could be heard.

Beneath the ice is an extremely quiet world. Bai Yujun can't see how deep the water is.

While swimming, he suddenly fell into the black and white ink painting.

In the middle of the ink and wash painting, black mountain peaks, white clouds and light fog, ink dripping and dissolving in water to create a deep and mysterious ancient painting, the vertical painting is three inches, when the height of a thousand blades, the horizontal ink is several feet, the body is a hundred miles away, There was a feeling of being so close to the horizon, Bai Yujun stared blankly at the ink paintings one after another unfolding before his eyes.

The ink changes very fast, painting all kinds of works in the silent white world.

The artistic conception of landscapes, clear springs and birds, a dragon soars and sneaks in it, or climbs the top of a mountain or dives into a waterfall, and then the ink spreads and transforms into a palace in the mountain. Majestic, the black and white ink painting keeps changing like this, as if describing a lifetime experience...

Bai Yujun later realized that he was no longer underwater, it seemed to be another mysterious space floating without gravity.

The pale white outfit swayed slightly, the waist belt tied into a bow swayed at both ends, and the long black hair pressed against the clothes on the back seemed to want to break free, and his arms unconsciously made swimming movements...

The black-and-white pictures are still being performed. There are mountains and streams, and there are battles.

"This... could it be the memory of the dead dragon?"

I quickly pinched myself and found that my real body was in this weird space and not my soul leaving the body. The difference, just find a body and immediately restore the combat power and go back to take revenge, it is indeed a bit too mysterious.

Then watch it for a while, take the opportunity to practice painting skills, the piano skills will be met, and the dance is even more amazing, and I almost don't have any cultural skills. These ink paintings depicted by Shenlong's memory are the highest level. For a long time, I found that my Danqing artistic conception skyrocketed.

I can sell paintings when I have no food in the future...

Maybe a short while or a few days later, a certain white found that ink painting finally stopped performing and returned to calm.

"Then what should I do?"

Suddenly, the sky was spinning like a fall, rolling and spinning with both feet futilely stepping on the invisible solid ground, and circles of mysterious ripples swayed like water ripples.

Boom~!

The voice echoes endlessly.

"What the **** is this place? The old ancestor of the wild man who was killed by a wild boar came here?"

Distant snow mountain canyon.

The weather is good today, and the sun is warm on the body. The savage tribe takes advantage of the good weather to bask in the children outside. The leader looks at his tribe with a smile. The more the population, the happier.

With a feeling in my heart, I looked to the north, and just remembered the last words of my grandfather's grandfather back then.

"Yeah! I forgot to mention that the other day, the bones were picked up in the forest, and I don't know if the poor little one can find them. So thin and small must not have enough to eat every day, what a pity."

If Bai Yujun heard this, he would be speechless...

Bewildered, he took a few steps forward, and saw a pile of skeletons lying in front of him from a distance. They were very long. Bai Yujun measured it and found that his body was only one-third the length. Now he can finally be sure that this is a dead dragon. There are dragon horns and dragon claws, and a pile of huge scales that fall off after the flesh body rots. Bai Yujun doesn't know what to say.

"Who is that, are you dead?"

She shouted loudly, then pricked her ears to hear if there was a reply, only to hear echoes.

Look left and right, afraid of the legendary house grabbing incident. Although I have never seen it, there are many rumors. I don't know if it is true or not. It is better to be careful when sailing the Wannian Ship.

Look left and right, estimate the direction and run to the southeast corner of the skeleton. After looking around for a long time, I didn't find any white candles, but only a few red candles. I was greedy for ink when I was watching incense in Huashan. It was very thick. You can only see it when you get married.

White candles are used for white affairs~www.wuxiamtl.com~The same is true in the cemetery. It is a bit excessive to light a red candle in the tomb.

But...it's better to light a candle when digging a grave. The **** crowing light doesn't touch the gold. Bai can't remember where he heard this rule. Anyway, he is more than 500 years old and can't tell where his memory belongs. For a while, the best thing in my mind is always the feeling of eating prey.

"The rules can't be broken, click on it."

The red candle is lit to prove that it is not in the water now. It is a bit similar to the mysterious space in Mu, which fell into it inexplicably and came out inexplicably.

The flame is normal, there is no shaking or going out, and the other party should allow it to touch the benefits.

He took out a shield from the storage bag to block it in front of him, and walked over to him, step by step. He walked two steps and paused to listen to the movement. It was too quiet. The quieter it was, the more uneasy it was.

Walk up to the skull, hide behind the shield and mutter...

"Big brother... Let's see if you have any **** and don't want to, even if you give me a little leftovers, you are so rich and not bad. You are dead anyway, so don't be too obsessed with foreign things."

Nodding and bowing, seeing that there was no response, he stepped forward to check, trying to find something useful to him, but after all the hard work, he couldn't come back empty-handed.

Walking under the huge skull, Bai Yujun knew how the dragon died...

The skull and spine were cut off by some kind of sharp weapon, and the broken bones were smooth. Even after thousands of years, I could feel the sharp sword intent, and staring at the incision always felt the pain like needles in the eyes.

Bai Yujun is deeply afraid...

The dragon gate was destroyed and a sword was inserted, and several dragon palaces were empty. Now I see a beheaded dragon. Who is it that is struggling with the dragon?

"The world is crazy..."

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