Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

Haia Boli looked horrified, with two blue lips, and his lips stretched to the maximum subconsciously, but he didn't have time to howl and curse, everything was frozen, and the Valyrian knife split his mouth in two!

The great wizard is very weird. Even if the blue blood spewed out at this time, Zhuo Ge did not dare to relax and shouted: "Dragon Flame!"

"boom!"

Hearing the sound, the black dragon Zhuo Geng spewed out a spiral flame, covering the wizard with a split head.

"Squeaky...!"

Haia Boli's skin began to melt and let out a weird noise like a rat hissing.

The scorched smoke that rose was not black, but blue, not curling up, but the windlessness infiltrated into the Immortal Palace!

In the face of a wizard with mysterious powers, Zhuo Ge did not want to be restrained everywhere, and sent him to **** when he caught the opportunity!

But he is not sure whether Haia Puri will enter hell, because all the weirdness here originates from the Temple of Dust.

Although the body is destroyed, the soul may exist. Zhuo Ge was an atheist in his previous life, but after the soul penetrated into the world of ice and fire, he changed his mind.

Cao originally thought that he would be punished and condemned by mortals for killing the servant of the Immortal, but he didn't.

He guessed that perhaps he is much more important than Haia Puri in the heart of the immortal?

"Shoo..."

Zhuo Ge took a deep breath of moist air and pushed away the hideous mouth in front of him. Snowball hurriedly followed. Zhuo Geng looked back and found that his mother was not there. He slightly hesitated and twisted his tail to follow. The second choice.

Ma Wang felt that after passing through the night shadow woods, he had entered a paradise transformed by witchcraft.

From outside the Night Shadow Forest, you can see the Temple of Dust at a glance, but from here you can't see Dany and others at the entrance.

Judging by this, he felt that his guess was correct.

Zhuo Ge doesn't know if the snowball and the magic dragon are the same as his visual senses?

But he hopes it is the same, because these two guys are his help.

After pushing the door to enter, Cao found himself entering a spacious, airtight stone hall with a door on each of the four walls and a row of torches embedded in the wall.

With his arrival, the torch burned automatically, jumping into an orange light.

The floor was slippery and bright as a mirror, as if stepping on an ice surface, Zhuo Ge walked fairly calmly wearing leather boots with teeth on the soles.

Xueqiu and Zhuo Geng were struggling to walk a bit. Fortunately, their toes have sharp, hard nails, and they have a strong grip. As they move forward, the floor is rubbed and left behind. Shallow marks.

The moonlight cannot come in here, and the vertical eyes of the snowball that can see through the shadows cannot be opened, causing its existence to become extremely elbow.

Zhuo Ge took off the bone bow on his back, took out the bow and arched the arrow, and hit the high ceiling with one arrow. With a sound of "bang!", the sharp arrow pierced the ceiling and disappeared in the darkness.

From the outside, the Temple of Dust is a low-rise ruin, the roof is riddled with holes, but from the inside, Mawang can be said to be a confined space except that the door is open, and the ceiling is high, which is two higher than expected. three times!

"Hey...it seems that the hall is still in a witchcraft illusion."

Cao sighed and glanced at Snowball, wondering whether to let the white lion out and stop taking risks with him.

Just as he thought about it, with a "bang!" The face door closed automatically.

There was no doorknob in the closed part of the door. Zhuo Ge walked over and tried to use the tip of a knife to pry it open through the opening, but it was in vain.

Helpless, the snowball can only stay.

According to Quan You Binghuo, the wizard had a chance to enter the Immortal's room, so he stepped into the door on the right without hesitation.

The second room was exactly the same as the first room. He chose the door on the right again, and after pushing it open, he saw the same stone room again.

It didn't change until I walked into the fourth room. This room was no longer square, but oval. The walls were no longer stones, but decayed wooden boards. There were six exits instead of four.

As usual, Zhuo Ge chose to go through the right door and stepped into a dim corridor of unknown length, where there was a moldy carpet of stone-skinned fire orchids, and there was no torch lighting anymore.

However, the sight of the father of the dragon was not blocked at a short distance, because the light from Zhuo Geng's two big lava eyes was enough to prevent him from being blind.

The carpet blocked the sound of his footsteps, allowing him to clearly hear the sound of scratching inside the wall, like a creature scratching the wall with its nails.

With Zhuo Geng and Xueqiu far beyond his keen sensitivity, he naturally heard it. The white lions arched their backs and the long hairs on their faces exploded. Their heads turned with the sound, their walking became slow, and the snowballs were angry. Growl.

As we progressed, the noise of the partition wall no longer stopped at the sound of scratching, and there were more women's sobbing, door knocking, floor vibration, and the harsh flute sound, etc., which are very permeating!

In such a weird mystery, Zhuo Ge couldn't care about the majesty of the king. He wanted to run wild, but the dark and faint in front might hide a greater horror. It wouldn't work without Zhuo Geng's lighting.

The devil dragon thought that the noise was a provocation, and was so excited that he wagged his tail frantically, flapped his wings and flapped the air of the stale and choking nose, and screamed: "Quack!..."

Long Xiao was deafening, and while covering up all the strange noises, it also stopped the abnormal movement. When Zhuo Geng stopped, the whole corridor returned to silence.

There are many doors on both sides of the corridor, most of which are tightly closed, but some are wide open, but the inside of the door is pitch black, and there is a blue smoke, so that Zhuo Ge, who has always wanted to go to the right door, dare not take any risks at all. Lei Liya's scimitar, carefully turned his face to beware of left and right, UU reading www.uukanshu. com continues to move towards the unknown front.

Zhuo Ge thinks that these weirdness may be illusions or real. After all, there is not only Haia Puri, a wizard in the Palace of Immortality. Those immortals are definitely wizards.

He concluded that if it was an illusion, the water of night shadow, which can confuse the senses and nerves with blood flow, must be the source, and the wizard hiding in the dark and chanting spells is the leader.

Finally, the two beasts walked to the end of the corridor, Zhuo Geding calmly pushed open the rotten door blocking the way.

Just stepping in, Zhuo Ge was shocked instantly, this is no longer a room, but a world!

A huge stone dragon oscillated its wings hovering above an abandoned city close to the sea, hissing in all directions, the roar mixed with sorrow and intense anger.

Shilong's two sharp claws hug a silver horse tightly, as if in Ma Qicheng, but also as expressing the dragon horse Mi Qingshen.

From the ruins of the broken wall, the filthy moat, the mud and the sand, and the blue water stretched out a stone hand full of cracks, seeming to respond to the call of the stone dragon!