The lower the falling, the more the temperature becomes, the more cold the bones are.

The underworld is not bottomless, and I feel like I have fallen directly into hell from the earth.

The cold fog was misty, and the cold seemed to even my soul be frozen. I was numb all over my body and my eyelashes were covered with frost and snow.

I can only compete with the cold by circulating the dragon qi in my eyes.

The wind is like a knife, cutting it on the black armor makes a sour sound, and the darker it goes down.

There is no light, no trace of temperature.

The abyss of weak water is in the underworld, and the mountain of fire is in the sky.

Water and fire have not yet assisted Geng and metal, but I don’t know why there is such a cold and dark place here.

What exactly is this?

I have lived in Kunlun for a long time. I have never thought that there would be such a cold place here.

The cold freezes everything, and the cold mist forms ice ridges.

My man was still falling at high speed, crossing layers of ice barriers, and finally falling on an ice surface shining with a faint blue light.

The body that fell rapidly had a very strong impact, but the ice surface under my feet never melted, and there was no trace of ice crack.

I stood up from the ground, calmed my breath, and looked around.

The sky cannot be seen upwards, but downwards are the ever-increasing ice layer.

There were blue light spots shining under the ice layer, and my heart moved. I began to carefully observe the location and trajectory of the light spots, and then I was surprised to find that the frozen one was actually the starry sky.

There are Xingsu, Zhangsu, Liusu, Jingsu, and Taiweiyuan three-stage.

I have seen these stars. When I went to the Yellow River to find the footprints left by my mother, I watched the celestial phenomena at night in the land where the snake turned into a dragon. I saw these stars.

The dragon star in the Taoist treasure refers to the seven constellations of the Qinglong.

And the stars under my feet are also dragon stars, but they represent Yinglong.

The Qinglong has no entity, and is transformed by Shaoyang among the four symbols and wood among the five elements. It not only creates the world with the four spirits of the sky, but also produces 500 million heavens and earths.

It is precisely because the Qinglong has no substance that it is favored by Daozang.

It is beautified to the extreme, and even called it the Ancestral Dragon.

Daozang likes Qinglong, but he tried his best to suppress and restrict Yinglong, who was once as famous as Qinglong in ancient mythology.

Even the existence of Yinglong, which is directly denied, is called Yinglong.

At this moment, looking at the dragon star under my feet, I fell into deep thought. Could it be that there was really a real dragon named Yinglong in the world?

But, if there is Yinglong.

With its power to destroy the world and the supernatural power of creation, who in the world can freeze its will in the age when it was active?

According to the Dragon Chapter, Yinglong was born after Zhulong and before the five dragon gods.

At that time, the five heavenly emperors had not yet returned to their posts, and Haotian had not yet taken charge of the heavenly realm.

I can't think of anyone who can block Yinglong's will. I can only speculate that perhaps Yinglong's inexplicable disappearance has a lot to do with this.

The dragon star under her feet seems to be close, but it is like the dragon star in the nine heavens, and is out of reach.

Because no matter how much power I use, I can't break the ice layer.

I came here to find Song Jue, and I was unwilling to waste time on Ying Long anymore. After the deduction was fruitless, I continued to look around.

Then, I found that there was also a faint cold light flashing in the east of me.

I walked eastward, the air here was extremely cold, and I had to rely on the rapid operation of the dragon qi to prevent my blood from freezing.

The extremely cold temperature made me stagger.

It is also a low temperature and a cold wave, freezing all auras, and even the breath of divine thoughts cannot be retained.

I don’t know if Song Jue has been here, nor can I deduce anything that happened here, so I can only follow the guidance of the cold light.

As I walked, I came to the gate of a mysterious palace.

The cold light comes from the inside of the palace.

This is a palace carved from ice. The doors are dark and there are tall icicles on both sides. The figure of the giant dragon is carved on it.

Dragon pillars are also common in the world, but the dragon pillars here, with the dragon heads rushing down, are completely opposite to the world.

The stars are reflected, and the dragon flies downward.

This is a big bad thing when the stem is below the Kun and above.

I walked to the door and pushed it lightly with my hand, and the hall door opened.

Looking inside, I saw a faint blue light penetrated from the ice wall.

The steps under your feet are ice and the walls are ice.

The blue light shines on the dragon's shadow, as if there are hundreds of dragon souls blocked in this wall.

The more I walked, I became more and more frightened. The blood of the real dragon flowed on me. At first glance, this place looked like a palace, but it looked more like a gloomy and terrifying place for dragon sleeping.

It is more gloomy and deeper than the keel hall I saw under the Black Mist Peak.

I continued to move forward, with more and more statues related to dragons ahead, with various postures, with fine carvings and lifelike.

But they all have one thing in common: dead silence.

Even countless dragons are frozen here by the ice, and their souls cannot escape.

I could not feel a trace of vitality, and a feeling of incomparable desolation arose in my heart, as well as endless anger and despair.

I was wrong. This place is not only a place where dragon sleeps, but a place where dragon kills.

Kunlun is the ancestor of all mountains and the source of the dragon veins. But I never expected that there was such a palace hidden in Kunlun Mountain, known as the source of the dragon veins.

No wonder, there is no real dragon in later generations.

No wonder I couldn't sense the luck that the dragon clan should have. I went through all the lakes and seas, and traveled all over the south, waters and north, and never had the luck of the dragon clan remained in the world.

It is because my dragon clan’s luck is frozen here, and those real dragons that have appeared on earth are almost dead.

Yinglong disappeared without a trace and cannot be found in the three realms.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but have an idea that made me extremely angry. Perhaps this is also Yinglong's bone burial place.

But who can kill Yinglong?

...

Before I knew it, tears flowed out from my eyes.

Tears took off their eyes and instantly turned into ice particles.

Metal is strong. Water is invaded, fire is imprisoned, earth is rested, and wood is dead.

I deduced Song Jue's killing disaster, but I couldn't think that she would fall into this kind of killing disaster no matter what.

She already regrets the dragon, and even if she faces the ascendant of the Taoist sect, she will have the power to fight. No matter how bad she is, she can escape with the power of the real dragon.

But, if she is really trapped here, how can I save her?

Thinking of this, tears cannot be suppressed.

If the Taoist sect dares to kill her, I dare to take revenge on the Taoist sect in the world.

God kills her, I kill God.

Immortal kills her, I kills immortals.

But here, all I feel is powerless.

This makes me despair even more than the underworld's sea.

My mother was imprisoned in the dark sea, and I could save her from the trap without a leader.

Although it is difficult, there is always hope.

And now, before I can confirm her life and death, I am already in despair.

If Song Jue had not left the dragon blood ice lotus and prompted me to come here, I would not have thought that there would be such a place in the world and even the three realms.

I dare not continue walking forward, I was worried that I would see something that I could not accept.

But, I'm not willing to give up.

Traveling through the dragon shadows, ice sculptures and stone carvings.

I saw more and more dragons, and they were vivid and filled with sadness and anger.

In front of it is a huge ice square. On the square, a group of dragons were killed, and the ice surface was stained with dragon blood, and dragon blood lotus bloomed.

The headless dragon corpse, the dragon body, the broken limbs, and the broken dragon scales.

What I saw before was just ice sculptures and stone carvings. Although they were lifelike, I couldn't really regard them as real dragons.

And what comes into my eyes now is like a real dragon Shura Field.

I squatted down and started vomiting desperately.

He raised his head in panic and looked to the center of the square.

There is a high platform in the center of the square, and a huge black dragon hangs high above it.

The black dragon was tied with chains all over his body, and his body was pierced by several ice blades.

The dragon's blood was still dripping, and the ground was already full of ocean.

The warm dragon blood rose cold fog, and the cold fog instantly formed crimson frost and snow...
Chapter completed!