Huang Zhao, the golden-winged roc, stood there quietly, looking at the silver-haired man from a distance.

After entering the ice lake space, he was affected and unable to maintain his human form. Huang Zhao had experience and was not surprised. Maybe he could recover some abilities until the ice broke, but he didn't want that. That was a road of no return...

The ice lake is deathly silent, or the resting place of the dragon is quiet.

Viewed from a distance from the side, the picture is slightly empty, with light cyan ice and a white misty sky. One person and one eagle stand far apart on both sides, looking at each other without moving.

After a long while, the golden-winged roc spoke first.

"After all these years, your love for Dragon Bones is still as sincere as before, and the aroma of wine is still the same. If I have the chance, I would like to drink a good wine with you again."

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

Huang Zhao did not answer this question, and his eyes were filled with melancholy when he thought of something.

"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 ferocious monster. My father died in the battle at Shenhua Mountain. Since then, I have seen many things and understood a lot.

Something happened, and I suddenly realized that you are the only one who is my friend, or can be considered a friend."

"friend……"

The silver-haired man was stunned for a moment.

A hint of guilt flashed across his face inadvertently. He had other thoughts when he became friends with Huang Zhao. The world is dangerous, and who dares to reveal his true nature? Now he suddenly heard that this monster cared about his friend. He suddenly felt ashamed. Maybe Huang Zhao

Zhao also knew that he didn't mean it, but he still cared about it.

"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. No one can bear the consequences."

Hearing this, the silver-haired man who hesitated just now turned red and suddenly raised the mechanical crossbow, aiming it at the huge eagle head.

"Still trying to stop me!"

"You will die!"

"So what? Will I die if I don't come to this Dragon Tomb? I have less than thirty years left in my life! It's impossible to improve even half a step! I will definitely die!"

Huang Zhao opened his mouth but could not say anything. He had nothing to say. Who is not afraid of death?

The silver-haired man may have lost his cultivation and couldn't control his shortness of breath, and was getting emotional and yelling.

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

"After death, everything ends, reincarnation? Hahaha~"

"Can there be opportunities in this life after reincarnation? There is only one cultivator in the world and he has wasted his life due to limited qualifications. The dragon is a mythical beast, and his remains have the aura of an immortal. This is my only chance to become an immortal!"

"I have no choice! No way out!"

The roar of the empty and silent ice lake space spread far, far away...

After the roar, there was a violent bellows-like breathing, and the huge golden-winged roc just looked at the little thing in the distance quietly.

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

"That's all, I originally wanted to stop you from doing stupid things, but you should have a backup plan. Since I can't stop you, there's no need to waste your energy in vain. Take care."

Golden-winged Dapeng knew that he could regain some cultivation by breaking the ice with his eagle claws, but doing so was equivalent to sending his friend to the Dragon Tomb. Without cultivation, he could not break the ice and could only rely on special means.

His breakthrough only gave him a ride. Once he entered the water, he would disappear like the white dragon and enter the real dragon's tomb, which could not be stopped.

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

The golden-winged roc, which turned to leave, trembled, nodded and disappeared into the white wind, snow and mist.

The silver-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the mechanical crossbow and continued walking 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 meant for him.

The ice lake was as clean as a mirror, and there was only one person walking forward breathing in the white hot air.

When he figured it was enough, he stopped, took out a special device from his backpack and combined it into an ice axe, took off his obstructive cotton-padded clothes, and wielded the ice ax to chop the ice hard...

Ice shards flew and fell into the collar, melting and making them cool.

The sound of banging and chopping broke the tranquility of the ice lake, and no one came to disturb him in a short period of time. After all, the monks did not have the habit of carrying crossbows, and there was no magic weapon that could withstand the magic of the Dragon Sleeping Land.

After digging a small pit, he threw away the ice axe, picked up a few bamboo tubes and stuffed them into the ice pit, stuffed a slender cotton thread soaked in black and gray gunpowder into the small hole in the bamboo tube, struck a flint and lit the fuse...

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

Close your eyes and calm down your intense breathing.

Boom~!

The fire was dazzling and the violent explosion stirred up ice slag all over the sky!

The explosion seemed to spread across the ice lake space towards the south across the ice and snow world. Mu, who was weaving a bird's nest in Longmen Desert, sighed and put down the bird's nest. He was not in a good mood. Bai Yujun, who was staying in Baifu to gain weight, suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep and looked to the north.

The face is sad, sad that the remains of the good dragon will no longer exist. Maybe this is good, but it will eventually return to nothingness.

In a remote bamboo forest village in the south, a father and son of unknown generations of the Yuan family were playing chess. They were suddenly shaken and looked north...

When the cold water spread to the ice surface, the silver-haired man took a deep breath, and without even looking at the disciples of the two sects rushing toward him in the white mist in the distance, he jumped into the water without hesitation, holding white scales in his hands.

After entering the water and throwing it out, the newly cracked ice will freeze quickly.

The disciples of the two sects who were running quickly threw their swords and golden bowls at random in an attempt to kill the silver-haired man. The flying swords and golden bowls flew far away and clattered to the ground, useless. They secretly regretted that they should have carried their crossbows with them if they had known this.

How nice.

There was nothing else on the ice except a set of tattered cotton-padded clothes, a mechanical crossbow and other sundries.

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

The dragon soul has gone, and he has not seen the mysterious ink painting world. What he sees is a misty space. The huge prone dragon bone exudes a strong pressure. When the scales are brought close to the chest, it becomes much lighter. The silver-haired man who saw the dragon bone for the first time is a little unbelievable.

, pursuing is one thing, but actually seeing it is another.

"As expected of a mythical beast."

He is very cautious and will not touch the keel rashly for fear of triggering some mysterious restrictions and causing an accident.

In the southern wilderness, Bai Yujun came to the top of a high mountain in plain clothes and faced the north...

Jump high and float gently between the two dragon horns on the top of the dragon's head. Hold the mysterious magic formula with your hands, grit your teeth and hold on for about half an hour. Your body slowly leans close to the dragon's bones but does not touch them. A trace of golden energy moves towards the forehead of the dragon's bones.

The silver-haired man poured...

There was singing and dancing in the Central Plains, and some people held banquets to celebrate their official promotions, exchanging cups and cups to connect with officialdom. Some people colluded with the government to trap the poor and seize acres of land and shops. They made a fortune and dug cellars to store gold. Some people sat in brothels and gave advice, drinking and having fun.

Criticizing and suppressing warriors is more about digging in the soil and begging the landlords and gentry for a chance...

Under the ice in the north, the silver-haired man who had just absorbed the power of a tiny immortal god was shocked. Mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the dragon bone. After the flash, the dragon bone shattered and was destroyed. The silver-haired man was dragged into the crack caused by the collapse of the mysterious space...
Chapter completed!