A Million Possible

The sea was really not very big, and with the assistance of magic, the whole voyage went smoothly.

Soon after, the team arrived in the "Southern Continent". This time, there were no roads on the land, and they could only choose to move forward in a gentle area away from trees and mountains.

The "decay" in the north is still continuing, like a shadow.

Like a god of death, falling behind the team.

Cheng Lin watched quietly, the light and shadow in his eyes changed rapidly again, that was time accelerating.

Sometimes speed up, sometimes stop.

And things really developed as Aldington said.

The concentration of Spiritual Qi in the air is getting lower and lower, which forces the dragons to begin to converge on the use of magic, starting from abandoning flying to walking.

Later, some weak dragons were the first to weaken.

The body skin is dim, the spirit is trance, the pace is slowed, and the aging is rapid. Although they have stopped any consumption, the weight and action of the body, and even being alive, make the energy in the body less and less.

No dragon cares, because everyone is precarious.

The team just speeded up silently.

Moving forward in silence, the only trace of fun in the team is Aldington's music.

Its music is still cheerful and full of life, as if it is not escaping, but spring outing. At first, this caused some dissatisfaction with the dragon, and had a lot of criticism of this Dragon King. After all, its leisure should not be "three songs". One" as it should be.

But gradually, everyone found that as long as Aldington's music played, whether it was a dragon or a dragon servant, they would briefly get a short-term pleasure from the suffocating tension.

As a result, there was no voice to question.

...

However, that day finally arrived.

It was noon, and the sun was shining and cloudless.

A dragon walking in the long queue suddenly fell down, his big eyes rolled white, cracks appeared in his body, and blood poured out.

It tried its best to breathe, but to no avail, the organs in the body could no longer support it to survive.

The news soon reached the front, and then Adelaide ordered the team to suspend.

He brought the other two Dragon Kings to the side of the dying dragon. Cheng Lin followed the path leading to it, and clearly saw the blue sky and white clouds reflected in the dragon's desperate eyes.

"Go with peace of mind, I will carry your soul and move on."

Star Dragon Adelaide spoke, and after he said this, the last gleam of life in the dying dragon's eyes disappeared.

After that, Adelaide suddenly raised his huge right paw and placed it horizontally on the corpse.

Then, an illusory, translucent, "soul of war" image was caught from the corpse, condensed into a light ball, held in the dragon's claws covered with gray phosphorous armor.

Then, a piece of phosphorous armor on Adelaide's huge body suddenly lit up slightly, and the soul turned into a stream of light and plunged into the scale.

The pale gray phosphorous armor was immediately stained with a hint of fiery red.

The dead dragon was exactly a red dragon.

"What is this doing?"

Cheng Lin waited for the ceremony to be completed and asked Aldington beside him.

"In our dragon tradition, it is believed that the soul and the body are separate, and the soul is also the existence of real consciousness. It has already died, and the body is difficult to take away. It can only be left behind. If left alone, the soul will slowly disperse. Completely disappeared.Adelaide hides the dragon soul into the body, and can use his own power to seal Hun and Po for a period of time...

Of course, the one who died is dead after all, and Hun and Po are also unconscious things.

I have always thought that such rituals are meaningless, but Adelaide clearly doesn't think so. "

Aldington said sarcastically.

Then, he closed his mouth, returned to the front of the team, and continued on.

Sitting on its palm, Cheng Lin suddenly recalled the poem he had chanted on the Dragon Palace at dusk.

One of them is "Everything is hidden on the side of the tomb, everything is there except our body."

Reminiscing that the name of this deduction is "The Last Dharma (Cemetery)", Cheng Lin's heart suddenly moved.

...

The team continued to move forward, as if nothing had changed, but more and more dragons were dying.

Every time he died, Adelaide would hide Hun and Po into his own phosphorus armor.

As a result, the star Dragon King's pale gray phosphorous armor, which covered the whole body and shone with mysterious light, began to have some other colors.

Its expression is getting heavier.

Yanlong Allen's temper is getting more and more violent, and sometimes he will roar to the sky for no reason, nervously and wantonly sway the magic power in his body.

As for the profound frost dragon Aldington, still sneered forward, and still played music on time.

It's just that from the beginning of the music, it was cheerful, active, and gradually, more melancholy, blue melancholy.

Then, there was more coldness... As the sun set again and again, the team went further and further south, deepening where they had never arrived.

Its music has become more and more desolate, cold, and resentful... and even, there is a faint trace of desperate madness.

Some dragons complained again, they hope it can stop playing, but due to the identity of the Dragon King, these resentments can only be resentments after all.

In the gap between the brief changes of light and shadow, Cheng Lin heard Aldington's insignificant sigh countless times.

In contrast, the dragon servants did not die much.

"They are not born with magic power. They only gain power through dragon blood. The magic power in their bodies is very low. Therefore, even if the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth becomes thinner, it is still enough for them. The weaker the dragon servant, the less affected it is. Oh, this is really ironic."

Aldington told Cheng Lin.

After a pause, he suddenly said with a complicated tone: "But this doesn't mean that they can survive. Even if you don't consider the factor of having to drink dragon blood every five years, when the sea is completely dry, even if there is a demand for sea water. No small fish can survive."

Cheng Lin knew what it said was right, and then suddenly thought, this is probably good news for Lai and the villagers.

...

Finally, without knowing how long it took, Adelaide's phosphorous armor gradually became gorgeous.

One day, the team passed through a dense jungle.

At noon, when the team is resting.

Aldington put Cheng Lin down briefly, and then said to talk to Adelaide. About half an hour later, it came back with a relaxed expression, lifted him up again, spread its wings, and flew into the distance. go.

"What happened? You wasted your power like this."

Cheng Lin was puzzled.

He lowered his head and saw on the ground, in the huge team in the jungle, countless heads lifted up and looked at them enviously.

So far, few dragons have dared to use power so lavishly.

"I found a great place with great views."

Aldington said so.

Immediately flapped his wings and flew into the dense forest, and hovered not far away. He pointed down with a little excitement and said, "Look, isn't this valley beautiful?"

Cheng Lin leaned forward and looked at it. Underneath was a virgin forest with a small valley in it.

It takes the shape of a Calabash, with only one mouth leading to the outside, and the inside is closed, with a river flowing in between.

Probably because of the terrain, the valley is rich in aquatic plants, scattered with some trees, which are all upright and beautiful, and the ground is covered with fresh flowers and plants.

It was already spring, and the valley was full of greenery, and small yellow flowers were in full bloom.

In the sun, it looked very peaceful and lovely.

"Do you think this place is good?"

Aldington's tone was a little proud, as if proud to find this place.

However, Cheng Lin stared at the valley in a daze, and when the second deduction came to mind, there were netizens on the Internet who took aerial photos of the "mangyuan" scene. The valley in it was probably what it looked like.

Basically there is not much change.

"Is this the valley where I got Zhu Guo?"

Cheng Lin couldn't help thinking.

Short of breath, the hand holding the dragon's claws was subconsciously hard.

Faintly guessed something.

He looked at Aldington and made his tone as calm as possible: "It's really beautiful, and it's quiet. Then? Did you bring me here just to see the scenery?"

"Of course not. I decided to choose this place as a resting place. What do you think?"

Aldington said in a relaxed tone.

It's like saying a little thing.

However, Cheng Lin was astonished and asked, "The resting place? You...couldn't it be..."

"Yes, I really don't bother to run away. I'm bored and tired of it. Since it's Death sooner or later, I'm more willing to choose a grave that I am satisfied with."

Aldington stared affectionately at the valley and said:

"I am very strong. In fact, I am stronger than Allen, especially this idiot who often wastes power.

So, no accident, I should be the second to last death.

This is too long, as long as you think of it in the end, only I and Adelaide are left, and then I become extremely ugly, old, and phosphorous and dull, staggering like twilight, and then fall to the ground and stare. Looking at the same aging Adelaide, and then unwillingly breathe, let it carry my soul...

Just thinking about it, I shudder. "

After a pause, it continued:

"Compared to dying like that ugly and ridiculously, I think it would be better to go one step earlier. At least, there are still so many ethnic groups, not too lonely, and some people go to the funeral.

The key is that I am still beautiful. You see, my phosphorous armor is still gorgeous, and my body is still beautiful and strong. Such a Death is decent enough.

Counting the qualified death method of the last artist. "

"But……"

"Friend, don’t persuade me. I’ve made up my mind. I just talked to Adelaide about this. He nagged me for a long time. I finally convinced him with difficulty. I don’t want to waste my tongue. You shouldn’t. Stop me?"

Its huge, blue eyes looked like a deep sea quietly.

Cheng Lin fell silent and said, "I will silently mourn for you.""Hahaha, I know, you are not such a vulgar guy, okay, then stop being wordy, um, parting, this dragon flute will be given to you as a farewell gift, don’t ask why you don’t leave it to other dragons They are too vulgar. Although you don’t look like an artist, at least you look more refined."

With that said, Aldington handed over the "Dragon Flute" that never left his body.

Cheng Lin hesitated for two seconds, raised both hands, and took it.

A smile appeared on the face of the dragon in Aldington, and it said:

"I have taught you how to use it before, and I don’t know if you have learned it, but it doesn’t matter. Everyone uses them differently. If you don’t remember how to use it, you can use it as a fire stick. I’m right. I have never cared much about this matter."

"I will consider it carefully."

When Cheng Lin looked at the smiling face of the profound frost dragon, he was suddenly infected. He raised the corners of his mouth and made a joke.

As expected, Aldington let out another knowing laugh, and immediately, it looked at the valley again and said:

"After I die, I don't want to leave any remains, whether it's flesh, bones or Hun and Po. I have agreed with Adelaide that it will not take my soul, but will let it dissipate naturally, which is good.

As for the body... I figured it out myself, I still have a lot of magic power stored in my body, some of which can be released, some are too condensed, have undergone qualitative changes, can not be broken down into the world, and can only stay in this deep valley.

Oh, if nothing happens, they will be preserved for a long, long time, and even the end of heaven and earth cannot affect them.

Maybe after hundreds of millions of years, the magic power will recover again, and some lucky guy will come here by accident and inherit this part of my power. Then...

I hope he will not be a vulgar guy, otherwise I will definitely be unhappy. "

Cheng Lin was silent. After a moment, he said, "He won't make you unhappy."

"Let you auspicious words, that's it. By the way, I committed suicide for the first time. I am a little unskilled. I want to ask you for a favor. I know you are not weak. Can you give me a ride? Let me die. Hurry up? Get rid of, don't refuse, friend." Aldington said.

Cheng Lin was startled slightly, and then did not speak, but raised his right hand, silently, and the sword appeared.

"Very well, I know you won't let me down...then, goodbye."

Aldington showed a mysterious smile, and immediately fluttered into the valley and found the most comfortable place to lie down.

After that, it took the initiative to remove all defenses and looked to the sky.

...

Just in time with a gust of wind, the light yellow flowers of spring swayed slightly.

In the valley, turquoise young leaves are flying.

Cheng Lin raised his head and looked to the sky, and found that the sun was dazzling.

He squinted, then raised his sword and continued to infuse Spiritual Qi until he almost consumed Spiritual Qi in his body.

Until the He Jian in his hand uttered a whining sword!

He is not sure, even if Aldington actively cooperates, whether he can really give it a pain, after all, there is a huge gap between the strengths of the two.

Therefore, he can only work hard to make Sword Qi sharper.

Faster.

Until my eyes began to darken, I heard the collective wailing of giant dragons faintly far away.

Cheng Lin finally raised his strongest sword.

Cut down.

"boom!"

The next moment, quiet and deep valley, infinite Spiritual Qi, rising into the sky!

...

This is a revised chapter, with another two hundred words added, so there is no need to spend extra money on books~ Am I very conscientious~~

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