New White Snake Asking Immortals

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 could not maintain his human form. Huang Zhao was not surprised by his experience. Maybe he could wait until the ice layer broke to recover some abilities, but he didn't want that, it was a road of no return...

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

Seen from the side, the picture is slightly empty, with a light blue ice surface and a white foggy sky. One person and one eagle stand far apart on both sides, staring at each other motionlessly.

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

"After so many years, your heart for Long Hai is still as sincere as before, and the smell of wine is still the same. If there is a chance, I would like to drink another altar of good wine with you."

"Brother Huang, are you trying to stop me?"

Huang Zhao didn't answer this question, thinking of something, Hawkeye felt 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 or a ferocious monster. My father fell in the battle of Shenhua Mountain. Since then, I have seen and understood many things I suddenly realized that only you are my friend, or you can be regarded as a friend."

"friend……"

The silver-haired man was stunned for a moment.

A trace of guilt inadvertently flashed across his face. Back then when we were friends with Huang Zhao, we had other thoughts. The world is sinister, and who dares to show his true temperament. Now that he suddenly heard that this monster cared about him, this friend felt ashamed. Maybe Huang Zhao Zhao also knew that he was not sincere, but he still cared.

"The dragon skeleton suppresses the endless corpses under the ice sea. If something happens, 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 blushed and raised the mechanical crossbow, aiming at the huge eagle head.

"Still trying to stop me!"

"you will die!"

"So what? I won't die if I don't come to this dragon tomb? I have less than 30 years left in my lifespan! It's impossible to advance half a step! I must die!"

Huang Zhao opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, he had nothing to say, no one is afraid of death.

The silver-haired man might have lost his cultivation and couldn't control his shortness of breath, yelling emotionally.

"I saw my father grow old and die with my own eyes! I saw my wife die with my own eyes! Son,

Grandsons, 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 live in a cave! "

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

"Could reincarnation still have opportunities in this life? There is no one in ten thousand cultivators and they are limited by their aptitude to waste their lives. Dragons are divine beasts, and their remains have the aura of immortals. This is my only chance to become an immortal!"

"I have no choice! There is no way back!"

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

After roaring, it panted violently like a bellows, and the huge golden-winged roc 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 still have a backup. Since you can't stop you, there is no need to waste your energy in vain. Take care."

The golden-winged roc knows that it can regain a little cultivation by breaking the ice with its eagle claws, but this is equivalent to sending a friend to the dragon tomb. He can't break the ice without cultivation and can only rely on special means. The breakthrough is just to send him a ride, and if he enters the water, he will disappear like that white dragon and enter the real dragon tomb, which cannot be stopped.

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

The golden-winged roc, who turned around and was about to leave, trembled, 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 walking towards the center of the ice lake. He was a little shaken at first, but he became more determined after yelling, as if those words were for himself.

The icy lake was as clean as a mirror, and only one person walked forward breathing white hot air.

After guessing that it was almost over, he stopped, took out a special device from his backpack and combined it into an ice axe, took off the cotton coat that was in the way, and swung the ice ax to chop the solid ice...

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

The sound of hacking and hacking broke the tranquility of the frozen lake, and no one came to disturb him for a short time. After all, monks did not have the habit of carrying bows and crossbows, and there was no magic weapon that could resist the magic of Wyrmrest Land.

Throw away the ice ax after digging out the small pit, pick up a few bamboo tubes and stuff them into the ice pit, stuff the slender cotton thread covered with black-gray gunpowder into the small hole of the bamboo tube, and ignite the fuze with the flint...

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

Close your eyes and calm your intense breathing.

Boom~!

The flames were dazzling and the violent explosion set off ice slag all over the sky!

The explosion seems to spread from the ice lake space across the ice and snow world to the south. Mu, who is weaving a bird's nest in the Longmen desert, sighs. She is not in a good mood when she puts down the bird's nest. With a sad face, mourning that the remains of the good dragon will no longer exist, maybe this is good, after all, it will return to nothingness.

In a remote village in a bamboo forest in the south, the father and son of the Yuan family were playing chess. They were suddenly shocked, and they all looked to the north at the same time...

When the cold water spread to the ice, the silver-haired man took a deep breath, and jumped into the water without hesitation, without looking at the disciples of the two sects rushing towards him in the white mist.

Throw something out after entering the water, and the newly cracked ice freezes quickly.

The fast-running disciples of the two sects threw out their swords and golden bowls indiscriminately, trying to kill the silver-haired man, but the flying swords and golden bowls flew far away and landed on the ground with a crackling sound, which was useless. how nice.

There is nothing else on the ice except for a set of torn cotton clothes and mechanical crossbows.

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 keel lying prone exudes a strong pressure. When the scales are close to the chest, the silver-haired man is a little unbelievable when he sees the keel for the first time. , it is one thing to pursue, but quite another to actually see.

"Worthy of being a divine beast."

He is very cautious, and will not touch the keel recklessly, for fear of touching some mysterious restrictions and causing accidents.

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

Jumping high and floating lightly between the two dragon horns on the top of the dragon head, pinching the mysterious formula with his hands, clenching his teeth and persisting for about half an hour, the body slowly tilted to get close to but not touching the keel bone, and the golden energy on the forehead of the keel bone was facing towards it. The silver-haired man poured...

The Central Plains danced and danced to promote peace. Some people held a banquet to celebrate their official promotion, and exchanged cups to connect with the officialdom. Criticizing and suppressing warriors is more about eating in the soil and begging the landlords and squires to give them another chance...

The silver-haired man under the ice surface of the northern border who had just absorbed the power of a tiny fairy god turned pale with shock. Mysterious and mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the keel.

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