New White Snake Asking Immortals

The golden-winged Dapeng bird Huang Zhao stood there quietly, watching the silver-haired man from a distance.

Entering the ice lake space is affected and cannot maintain a human shape. Huang Zhao has experience and is not surprised. Maybe he can recover some abilities after the ice layer breaks, but he does not want that, it is a road of no return...

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

Looking from the side, the picture is slightly empty, with a light blue ice surface and a white foggy sky. One person and one eagle are far apart from each other and stand on both sides, staring at each other without moving.

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

"After years of separation, your heart for Dragon Skeleton is still as sincere as it was in the past, and the fragrance of wine is the same as before. If there is a chance, I would like to drink a jar of good wine with you again."

"Brother Huang, do you want to stop me?"

Huang Zhao did not answer this question, thinking of something with eagle eyes and melancholy.

"Back then, you and I supported each other in this crisis-ridden place, and finally survived. I, Huang Zhao, was not a kind person, but a brutal monster. My father fell in the battle of Shenhua Mountain. Since then, I have seen many things and understood many things. I suddenly found out that only you are my friend, or a friend."

"friend……"

The silver-haired man was stunned for a moment.

A trace of guilt flashed on his face inadvertently. When he was friends with Huang Zhao, he had some other ideas. The rivers and lakes are sinister, and who would dare to dig out his heart and lungs. Now he suddenly hears that this monster cares about his friend and feels ashamed. Maybe Huang Zhao Zhao also understands that it is not sincere, but still very concerned.

"The dragon skeleton suppresses the endless corpses under the ice sea. 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 was hesitating just now turned red and suddenly raised the mechanical crossbow, aiming at the huge eagle head.

"Still trying to stop me!"

"you will die!"

"So what? Could it be that I won't die if I don't come to this dragon tomb? My life limit is less than 30 years! It's impossible to improve by half a step! I must die!"

Huang Zhao opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. He had nothing to say. Who is not afraid of death.

The silver-haired man may have lost his cultivation and could not control his shortness of breath, and yelled in excitement.

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

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

"Is there still a chance in this world in reincarnation? There is no cultivator in ten thousand, and it is a waste of life due to the limitation of aptitude. Dragons are divine beasts, and their remains have the spirit of immortals. This is my only chance to become immortal!"

"I have no choice! No way out!"

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

After roaring, it was panting violently like a bellows, and the huge golden-winged Dapeng bird just quietly looked at the little one in the distance.

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

"Forget it, I originally wanted to stop you from doing stupid things, but you should have something to back up. 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 by smashing the ice with eagle claws, he can regain a little cultivation, but this is equivalent to sending a friend to the dragon tomb. He cannot break the ice without cultivation and can only rely on special means. The breaking of him is just a ride for him, and when he enters the water, he will disappear into the real dragon tomb like that white flood dragon, which cannot be stopped.

"Thank you, I will remember you as my friend."

The golden-winged Dapeng, who was about to leave, shuddered, nodded, and disappeared into the white snow and mist.

The silver-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the mechanical crossbow and continued to walk towards the center of the ice lake. He was a little shaken at first, but after yelling, he became more determined, as if those words were for himself.

The ice lake was as clean as a mirror, and only one person walked forward breathing in the white heat.

After I guessed that it was almost there, I stopped. I took out a special device from my backpack and combined it into an ice axe. I took off the cotton-padded jacket that got in the way, and slashed hard ice with the ice axe...

Ice chips splashed and fell into the collar to melt and cool.

The sound of bang bang slashing broke the tranquility of the ice lake, and no one came to disturb him in a short time. After all, the monks did not have the habit of carrying bows and crossbows, and there was no magic weapon that could resist the magic of the land of Longmian.

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

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

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Boom~!

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

The explosion seems to have spread from the ice lake space to the south across the ice and snow world. Longmen desert is making a sigh of a bird's nest. Putting down the bird's nest is not in a good mood. Bai Yujun, who is living in Baifu, suddenly opens his eyes in his sleep and looks to the north. Showing sadness on the face, sad that the good dragon's remains will no longer exist, perhaps this is fine, but it will eventually return to nothing.

In a remote village in a bamboo forest in the south, the father and son of the Yuan family don't know which generation they are playing chess, they are shocked, and they all look to the north...

When the cold water spread to the ice surface, the silver-haired man took a deep breath. He didn't even look at the disciples of the two sects who were rushing over by the white mist in the distance.

Throw something out after entering the water, and the ice that has just cracked freezes quickly.

The fast-running disciples of the two sects threw out their swords and golden bowls, trying to kill the silver-haired man. The flying swords and golden bowls flew out of the distance and crashed to the ground. It was useless. how nice.

There is nothing on the ice surface except a set of torn cotton-padded clothes and mechanical crossbows and other sundries.

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

The dragon soul has gone, but he has not seen the mysterious world of ink painting. What he sees is a misty space. The huge keel lying on his stomach exudes a strong coercion. When the scales are close to his chest, it is relieved a lot. The silver-haired man who saw the keel for the first time was a little unbelievable. , it is one thing to pursue, it is another to see it.

"It is worthy of being a divine beast~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He is very cautious and will not touch the keel recklessly, for fear of touching some mysterious restrictions and causing an accident.

In the Southern Wilderness, Bai Yujun came to Gao Gao Mountain in plain clothes and faced north...

He jumped high and floated gently between the two dragon horns on the top of the dragon's head, pinched the mysterious magic formula with his hands, gritted his teeth and persisted for about half an hour, his body slowly fell close to the keel without touching the keel, and the golden energy on the keel's forehead was directed toward him. The silver-haired man pours...

The Central Plains sang and danced, and some people held banquets to celebrate the promotion of official positions, and exchanged cups to communicate with the officialdom. Criticizing and suppressing warriors is more about digging in the soil and begging the landlords and squires for a second chance...

The silver-haired man who had just absorbed the power of a tiny fairy under the ice surface of the northern realm turned pale in shock. Mysterious and mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the keel. After flashing, the keel shattered and disappeared.

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