History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge looked at the seat of the cold ice, and could feel the momentum of the dragon and the dragon plate.

As if through the time, you can see the sights of the past, there is a powerful warrior of the sacred sage, so sit there, and then look at the icicles in the center of the hall.

Yan Zhaoge came to the seat and turned to look at the hall, looking at the center of the hall, and the frozen dragon was left behind.

At this time, Ahu calmed down and asked: "The son, it is more difficult to collect this real dragon. What should we do to take it away?"

Yan Zhaoge said: "There is no need to worry, I already have an idea in my heart. Let's check the other things in the ice palace first."

Ah Hu promised to go to search.

Yan Zhao song stayed in place, feeling his own chin thinking.

When Ahu came back, I saw that the harvest was quite rich.

A tiger, who was greatly excited because of the real dragon, was even laughing and could not see his eyes.

Because of the long time, many things in the ice palace have been decayed and lost their worth and role.

Even so, in the place where the former Ice Dragon Wusheng lived, there are still many treasures left, which can still be used today.

As a strong sacred place, the private property of Binglong Wusheng is still very rich.

Although it is impossible to compare with the holy land like Guangcheng Mountain, as a solitary warrior, it is really rich.

The same as Wu Sheng, the collection of the magic Saint Yuan Tian, ​​it will be inferior.

After Yan Zhaoge checked the things, there was even more in my heart: "Well, looking at something, Ice Dragon Wu Sheng was the last time to return here, and then when he left, he was not in a hurry. He thought it would be quite normal. One time out."

"At least, in his expectations, I won't go back."

Yan Zhaoge said with a deep sigh: "Maybe, he is going to explore the so-called "the dragons into the sea", and it will disappear, and life and death will become a mystery."

Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge once again checked the treasures collected in the Ice Palace to find possible clues.

Finally, a few pieces of broken scales caused the attention of Yan Zhaoge.

"Dragon scales..." Although the aura in the scales has gradually disappeared, the Yan Zhao song is quickly distinguished.

Going to the icicles in the center of the main hall, Yan Zhaoge carefully observed the remains of the real dragon that was frozen inside, and then looked at the broken scales in his hand: "Not the dragon."

"After re-splicing the scales, there may be gains." After Yan Zhao’s thoughts stopped, he looked up at the huge icicles in front of him.

Stretch out your hand and press on the icicle to feel the coldness of the air. Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes.

After a while, he re-taken the pillar of the shrine that turned into a short stone stick.

The shrine column has once again become huge, and with the icicles, it stands against the ice palace.

Yan Zhaoge's two hands are pressed on the icicles of the frozen dragon's body, and his own suffocating into it.

With his hands as the center, each has a pattern of four-sided shapes appearing, and the icicles begin to appear one after another.

Yan Zhaoge took back a palm and took out a pair of silver rings from the things that the ice dragon Wu Sheng stayed here.

With a gentle spin of the fingers, the two silver rings will fly out one by one.

The silver ring that flies upwards falls on the icicles in contact with the top of the main hall, while the silver ring that flies downwards falls on the base of the ground below which the icicles stand.

The two silver rings also turned into a silver-white halo, slowly blending into the icicles and disappearing.

Yan Zhaoge put his hands on the icicles again, then smashed his hands and sucked the icicles.

Before, it seemed to be a huge icicle that was inseparable from the Ice Palace. At this time, it was gradually moved by Yan Zhaoge.

In the friction room, there was a lot of broken ice falling on the top, and the icicles became shorter. The Yanzhao singer made a force and let the icicles fall down.

The silver-white light on the icicles is densely covered, and the flashing radiance continues to illuminate. The body of the real dragon frozen in it is still still, just like sleeping.

Yan Zhaoge tried to use the miniature capsule to hold this huge icicle.

But it has always been quiet before, and even seems to have some ordinary icicles, suddenly there is a very strong breath, terrible.

The fierce spiritual power, resisting entering the miniature capsule, almost tears the miniature capsule of Yan Zhaoge.

"Sure enough, it is extraordinary." Yan Zhao's face is unchanged, and the palm of his hand gently pats the pillar of the gods.

The shrine column narrowed down, and then the Yan Zhao song controlled the drop on the icicle, the strong atmosphere in the icicle, and finally calmed down a few points.

Yan Zhaoge even sent the shrine column and the body of the real dragon into the miniature capsule.

On the other hand, Ahu also collected other things, Yan Zhao said: "Let's go."

Needless to know, the people of Tianlei Hall are waiting outside the ice palace at this moment, waiting outside the ice lake.

It is very likely that the elders of Tianlei Temple and other people in the veins of the veins were also rushing back.

There is a vein in the ice, where the Tianlei Hall is smashed, so that the Tianlei Temple has suffered heavy losses in the northern part of the land. The Tianlei Hall may not have the possibility of transferring more troops from the minefield.

But it is hard to stop Yan Zhaoge, out of the ice palace, not leaving the ice lake, but to take out the spine, go deep into the bottom of the lake and leave from the ground.

In the open-bottomed bosom, looking at the cracks on the surface of the diarrhea, Yan Zhao sang and touched his mouth: "Previously in the veins of the veins, the pressure is still somewhat large, and the damage of the snail is quite serious. It’s still worse than the tomb of the old man of great compassion.”

Ahu is even more shocked: "Don't, this will not go down in the middle of the road? Then we can be buried in the ground."

Yan Zhao said with a smile: "Let your heart relax, at least enough to complete the trip."

Soon, the ground shuttle rushed out of the ground, and the two saw the day again.

Yan Zhao song received the spine, looking back, the wind and snow, the northern North Snowfield vision is wide, a desolate.

"Although it is closer to the minefield, it is not the site of the Tianlei Hall." Yan Zhaoge shook his head.

Lin Zhou and others may not know the Bottom, but they should all know that they have this kind of treasure.

But apart from holding the icy lake, they don't have much to do. The manpower is far from enough to spread around the surrounding area and completely surround the nearby ground.

It is very convenient to drive the ground shuttle yourself and choose the direction in the underground.

For the warriors of Tianlei Temple, it is more realistic to try to open the Ice Palace as soon as possible.

Yan Zhaoge said to Ahu: "Let's go, pay attention to cleaning the traces, so as not to be traced."

The two went east again and rushed to the blue hot spring that was previously discovered.

Yan Zhaoge calculates the time, and the aura there should have been enough.

After many days of trekking, returning to the old land, Yan Zhaoge once again broke open the snow and frozen soil, steamed hot blue hot springs, and reappeared in front of him.

Yan Zhaoge took out a piece of transparent crystal and put it into the blue hot spring.

In an instant, the hot springs become more boiling, and the blue light fades out and turns into a blood red color. (To be continued.)