We rushed into the wind and snow for a short time and then left the glacial lake.

Huang Zhao and the silver-haired man suddenly realized that they had escaped. The terrifying white dragon could not be seen for the time being. Before they could take a breath, the strong wind blew away the snowflakes in front of their eyes and their expressions solidified again.

There were countless terrifying zombies in front of me, and they had not returned to the direction they came from.

One was missing his arm and was covered in blood, the other had his face scratched by ice shards, and the two desperate guys were face to face with tens of thousands of zombies...

Ice lake.

The low temperature caused the water surface to freeze. Bai Yujun found that scales appeared all over his body, trying to reveal his original shape. When the ice on the lake surface was intact, he would lose control and reveal his true form. When the ice surface broke, he could break the restriction and change into a human form. After entering the water, he was suppressed and unable to release spells.

, this ice lake is very strange.

The headband had already been thrown away, so she tucked her long, loose hair into the clothes on her back, took a deep breath, turned around and jumped into the water.

Plop~

The water surface splashed and quickly returned to calm.

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

Under the ice is an extremely quiet world. Bai Yujun can't see how deep the water is, it's so white...

I was swimming around and suddenly fell into the black and white ink painting.

In the middle of the ink painting, there are black peaks, white flowing clouds and light mist. Ink droplets dissolve in the water to create a profound and mysterious ancient painting. The vertical painting is three inches, as high as a thousand blades, and the horizontal ink is several feet away. The body is hundreds of miles away, and it is mysterious.

There was a feeling of being so close to the end of the world, Bai Yujun stared blankly at the ink paintings unfolding one after another in front of his eyes.

The ink changes very quickly, creating various charming works in the silent white world.

The artistic conception is of mountains, rivers, clear springs, and birds, with a dragon soaring and sneaking among them, climbing to the top of mountains or diving into clear pools and waterfalls. Then the ink spreads and transforms into a palace in the mountains. Qionglou, jade, and ancient trees are evergreen. The dragon transforms into a human form and lingers in the pavilions. It is endless.

The majestic, black and white ink painting keeps changing like this, as if describing a life experience...

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

The pale white dress swayed slightly, the two ends of the waistband tied in a bow were winding and floating, the long black hair pressed in the clothes on the back seemed to want to escape from the restraint, and the arms unconsciously made swimming movements...

The black-and-white scenes are still being interpreted, ranging from relaxation in the mountains to battles and killings, from abjection to a situation dominated by tens of thousands of people.

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

I quickly pinched myself and found out that it was my true body in this strange space and not my soul that was separated from my body. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was most afraid of the myth that the body would be taken away from me at every turn. Even if I die, I am not dead.

The difference is that it is indeed a bit too mysterious to just find a body and immediately restore its fighting strength and kill it for revenge.

Let's just watch it for a while. I took the opportunity to practice my painting skills. I'm good at playing the piano, and my dancing is even more amazing. I barely have any skills in culture. These ink paintings painted by Shenlong's memory are the highest level. After watching

After a long time, I found that my artistic conception of painting has skyrocketed.

In the future, you can sell paintings when you have no food to eat...

Maybe after a short while or maybe a few days later, Moubai found that ink painting finally stopped performing and returned to peace.

"Then what do I do?"

Suddenly, the sky and the earth were spinning as if falling, and my feet were rolling and spinning in vain to touch the invisible solid ground. Circles of mysterious ripples spread out like water ripples.

Boom~!

The sound is ethereal and echoes endlessly.

"What the hell is this place? The ancestor of the savage who was killed by a wild boar has been here?"

Distant snowy 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 their children outside. The leader looks at his tribe with a smile on his face. The more people there are, the happier they are.

I looked towards the north with a feeling in my heart, and just remembered the last words of my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather.

"Ah! I forgot to mention it that day. The bones were picked up in the forest. I don't know if the poor little one can be found. He must be so thin and don't have enough to eat every day. How pitiful."

Bai Yujun would be speechless if he heard this...

He walked a few steps forward in confusion and saw a pile of bones lying in front of him. It was very long and very large. Bai Yujun measured it and found that his body length was only one-third of its length. Now he was finally sure that this was a dead dragon.

With dragon horns and claws, and a pile of huge scales that fell off after the flesh rotted under his body, Bai Yujun didn't know what to say. He thought that after transforming into a dragon, he would not die and live freely every day, but the result was so reversed.

"Who is that? Are you dead~"

I yelled hard, then raised my ears to see if there was any reply, and all I heard was echoes.

I looked left and right, fearing that the legendary body snatching incident would happen. Although I have never seen it, there are many rumors. I don’t know whether it is true or not. It is better to be careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship.

I looked left and right, estimated the direction and ran to the southeast corner of the skeleton. After rummaging for a long time, I couldn't find any white candles. I only found a few red candles. I was greedy for ink when I was looking at incense in Huashan. They were very thick, and there were talismans drawn on them with gold powder, which were used to worship gods or gods.

You can only see them during weddings and weddings.

White candles are used for funerals, and the same applies to cemeteries. It is a bit excessive to light a red candle in the tomb.

But... it is better to light a candle when digging a grave. If the rooster crows and the lantern is extinguished, gold will not be touched. I can’t remember where I heard this rule. Anyway, after being over five hundred years old, it is increasingly difficult to tell where the memory belongs.

For a while, the most beautiful thing in my mind is always the feeling of eating prey.

"The rules cannot be abolished, just enforce them."

The red candle was lit, proving that it was indeed not in the water now. It was a bit similar to Mu's mysterious space, where he fell in and came out inexplicably.

The flames are normal and are not shaking or about to go out. The other party should allow you to touch the flames.

He took out his shield from his storage bag and held it in front of him. He tiptoed over step by step. He took two steps and paused to listen to the noise. It was too quiet. The quieter it was, the more uneasy it was. It would be better to be noisier and at least not so scary.

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

"Brother... we just came to see if you have any rags that you don't want. Even if you give me some scraps, it's okay. You are so rich and you don't need money. You are dead anyway, so don't be too attached to external things."

He nodded and said goodbye. When there was no response, he stepped forward to check, hoping to find something useful to him. 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 with some kind of sharp weapon, and the broken bones were smooth. Even after thousands of years, the sharp sword intent can still be felt. Staring at the cut always feels like pinprick pain in the eyes.

Bai Yujun was deeply afraid...

The dragon gate was destroyed and a sword was inserted. Several dragon palaces were empty. Now we see a decapitated dragon. Who is fighting against the dragon?
Chapter completed!