Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

The illusion was too real and thin, full of hostility far beyond ordinary people's imagination, Zhuo Ge only felt that his head was about to burst and his eyes were sore!

"Zuo Geng, Snowball..."

The overloaded heart made his voice almost whisper, just as weak as the previous words of the Immortal.

Zhuo Ge felt that his whole person was about to explode, and he was about to suffocate. The only thing that could help him were the two beasts.

Snowball was very anxious, bounced desperately, Gu Qian pulled the immortal suspended in the air and bit it into pieces, but he was not strong enough. Some things could not be done with hard work!

Fortunately, the black dragon Zhuo Geng took off, flapped his wings to disperse the blue mist, and forced an angry scream to interrupt the immortal's curse.

With the sound of the curse, all the illusions dissipated instantly, and the retreat was invisible.

"Damn dragon! We want to resurrect, we want to live forever! We want to draw fresh souls!"

The Immortals roared angrily and surrounded Zhuo Ge, scratching his skin with their cold and shriveled hands, and even biting him with their mouths.

The hands of these terrifying guys seemed to contain magical powers, causing Zhuo Ge's limbs to disappear all at once, completely immovable!

But their madness only lasted for a few seconds before being drowned in the surging dragon flames.

"Boom!..."

Soon, the hall filled with indigo mist turned into an orange-red ocean, full of thirst, and the roar of hope turned into a miserable howl.

The hand that grabbed Zhuo Ge suddenly disappeared, and a gust of heat washed over his skin. Ma Wang was able to get out of trouble, squinting his eyes to look at the black dragon emitting a strong light.

I saw the dragon above, spreading its wings, biting the weird heart, tearing it to pieces.

Its head slammed forward, and flames spurted from its mouth, completely burning the source of immortality into nothingness.

The immortals who were lit by the dragon flame stroked their hearts one after another, cursing in words that had long since disappeared, until they turned into nothingness.

With the disappearance of the strange heart and the immortal, the blue mist, and the illusion produced by witchcraft suddenly collapsed, the entire Immortal Palace was restored to its original appearance full of dust and cobwebs!

When Zhuo Geng's dragon flame overflowed the battered roof of the Temple of Dust, Lei Ge and Vesselion outside the temple began to spit fire and burn at Dany's order.

"Boom! Sizzling quack......!"

Losing the magical support of the Immortal, the palace that should have been annihilated in the long river of time began to crumbling.

"Zuo Geng, Snowball, run!"

Xueqiu and Zhuo Geng rushed out of the sea of ​​flames, followed him out of the door, and ran along the corridor to the unknown front.

The only light source of this winding and dim passage was the orange flames flickering behind him.

Zhuo Ge took the lead in running, his eyes kept patrolling left and right looking for the exit, right, left, any door would do, but there was nothing, only the continuously curved and extended stone wall.

The floor below his feet seemed to come alive, chasing the two beasts and moving and rolling, trying to trap them.

The palms of the rotten fire orchids protruded from the damaged floor and wall, and almost grabbed Zhuo Ge several times.

The white lion is behind, and the black dragon is not easy to play. After all, it cannot withstand the burning flames.

Zhuo Ge shouted without looking back: "Snowball, run ahead!"

The white lion, who had been running away, heard it, and instantly surpassed the owner.

"Zuo Geng, Dragon Flame!"

With no worries, Zhuo Ge ordered the black dragon to play as much as possible.

"Boom boom boom!"

The black and red flames of death spewed out from Zhuo Geng's mouth continuously, and the sly hands along the road sizzled, as well as some snake-like blue glows.

It was a misfortune, and Zhuo Ge ran desperately just choosing his way, and suddenly a door appeared in front of him, like an open mouth.

"Dragon Flame! Dragon Flame!......!"

Zhuo Ge issued the order madly. With the efforts of the Black Dragon, the trick became much more fragile. Zhuo Ge stepped back a dozen steps, and then he sprinted swiftly and knocked out of the cage.

According to his instructions, as long as the Temple of Immortality is on fire, Karratha and the two dragons will burn this shadowy place.

The number of people is so powerful that the fire outside is more violent than inside the temple.

Zhuo Geng's flesh and blood are originally made of fire, and it can fly high into the sky, no matter how fierce the fire is, it can't hurt it.

Zhuo Ge is a non-burner. As long as he is not in a hot zone such as a magma pool, the general fire will not kill him at all.

But Snowball is not good. Although it is not simple, its life characteristics are more icy and dark.

In Zhuo Ge's heart, Snowball is no longer a beast pet, and his position in his heart is no less than the three-headed dragon, so he can't let his son die.

What made Kao feel frustrated was that the weather suddenly changed, and there was a harsh gust of wind, and the fire became more and more prosperous by the wind.

The tree of night shadow that envelops the Temple of Dust was not spared, racing to evaporate into the sky, with blue smoke billowing in the wind, spreading in all directions.

This trend can definitely envelop the sky of the entire glorious city, making the sky that is about to break dawn in advance to turn blue.

Zhuo Ge ran around with the snowball, taking refuge in places where the fire was weaker. The more he flustered, the more chaotic he felt that he had to stabilize his emotions, otherwise he couldn't get out of trouble at all.

There is no way to the world. After forcibly calming down, Kao thought of an excellent method with the wisdom of two lives.

"Zuo Geng!"

Zhuo Gebo made the loudest volume and passed to the black dragon who was playing with the green dragon and the white dragon.

Zhuo Geng was like a naughty child. Hearing the shouts, he just glanced at him, and then he continued to enjoy the fun of creating a sea of ​​fire.

"Damn it!"

Zhuo Ge stomped his feet in a hurry, and kept shouting without giving up until his voice was hoarse, and then the black dragon slowly flapped its wings and flew.

When it landed, Zhuo Ge couldn't wait to take off the medal belt, tightly tied the white lion to the black dragon's paws, and then shouted: "Fly, the higher you fly, the better!"

When the voice fell, the impatience black dragon flapped its wings and lifted off again, seeming to have a show-off mentality, ignoring the horrified roar of the snowball, and kept raising it until it disappeared through the blue mist that covered the sky and the moon.

"When I am baptized by this fire, I will see if I can make it follow the instructions in twos or threes."

Thinking expectantly, Zhuo Ge rushed towards the son of the shadow who had shown signs of fire with a knife.

The wizards who couldn't absorb the power of Night Shadow were just ordinary people. Faced with Zhuo Ge, who was far more powerful than ordinary people, they couldn't resist a few rounds at all, and they were buried in the flames.

After searching for a while, and no longer seeing the wizard, Zhuo Ge excitedly ran towards the strongest part of the flame.

The scope of the fire was so wide that it took a day and a night before it went out.

Dani, who is worried about Zogo, dispatched all the Unsullied and Karratha, with an exhaustive attitude, searched for Kao in the ashes more than half a foot thick~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but searched back and forth. Several times, I still didn't see Zhuo Ge's trace, which made everyone's hearts stretched to the extreme.

Their king is a man of unique charm, and the sadness they can't hide is true.

The first to break down was the mother of dragons, who knelt in the ruins of the Immortal Palace and cried.

When her tears were running dry and she was ready to accept the facts, the three-headed magic dragon that came back from hunting in the bay suddenly wrinkled her nose and sniffed at a pile of wizard bones near her.

The Dothraki were afraid of bad luck from the dead and never touched the remains of the dead, so the pile of bones has never been frustrated.

Not long after sniffing, the Devil Dragon suddenly became excited, flapped its wings and fanned the wind, screaming again and again.

"His quack!"

The happiness that the magic dragon vented, everyone who was eroded by sorrow had no mental understanding, but felt a little irritable. After all, it was out of season, except for the Lord of the big red hand that emerged from the bones!