As expected, the cold and biting feeling gradually became stronger
The ice dragon did not go down any further, but kept hovering in the same place.
Peirong also slowly woke up and looked around. He could only hear that his heartbeat was gradually slowing down, and his blood was not as smooth as before.
The dancing rhythm of the ice dragon seems to be more intense than before. It seems that this place will soon become a land of ice and snow.
Suddenly bursts of cold air appeared on the black steep wall, and then gradually, it was like the white frost that appeared when opening the refrigerator.
Little by little, drop by drop of ice prisms were produced.
"Master, thank you for bringing me back..."
Bingjiao went crazy with excitement, but Peirong kept shivering.
The burnt ice spikes sprouted again from the ice dragon's body, and then slowly became hard, but this made Peirong extremely uncomfortable.
She rubbed her buttocks and the itching was unstoppable, so she had to ask to enter the ice dragon's body.
The ice dragon seemed to only care about its own happiness, but momentarily forgot about its master's request, and kept wandering freely in the cold abyss.
"ah……"
As the hardness of the ice spike increased, Peirong felt a heartbreaking pain, and when he touched it, blood dripped out.
"Ice dragon, your thorns... have grown..."
She shouted loudly, and the ice dragon vaguely heard it, so it decided to open its mouth and let Peirong enter her body.
Peirong twisted her slender waist, concentrated her strength, jumped with her sword in hand, and actually grabbed the front teeth of the ice dragon.
"Oh, is it still a little worse?"
The sharp front teeth were like icicles, but she could only hold them tightly with both hands, but she couldn't jump into its lower jaw.
"Master, wait a moment, I'll turn around..."
The ice dragon is very smart and turns its entire slender body over, making it easy for Peirong to jump in.
However, the moment the ice dragon was spinning, Peirong's feet were already wrapped in thick ice, intertwined like a chrysalis.
Peirong wanted to pry the ice off with his sword, but unexpectedly, the sword was also frozen.
"Why is the ice here like vines and can't be removed?"
"Master, hurry up, if you delay any longer, you will be frozen in an ice cocoon..."
But what else did Peirong want to say? He had already completely sealed his body with ice, and the surrounding black walls were dyed white, and the thick ice edges kept exuding an oppressive cold air.