New White Snake Asking Immortals

Darkness, gust of wind, and freezing cold.

The shattered flying sand made the mighty armor rustle, and the dragon spear acted as a staff to provide illumination, barely obtaining a trace of comfort, leaning forward and walking with difficulty, intending to find a shelter from the wind to rest for the night.

"If it weren't for the lack of death, I really thought that I was in purgatory."

The armor mask effectively resists the intrusion of wind, sand and dust, and the red eyes scan vigilantly. Since there are endless monsters in the dark clouds in the sky, who knows whether the ground is safe or not.

"A dry and dead world..."

Bai Yujun kept trying to summon the will of the world.

However, there is no weak response, let alone how big the dead world is, and there is no sense of security without the will of the world.

There is no energy, the spiritual energy is exhausted, and there is not even a dead energy of yin.

In short, it is a strange world, including those inexplicable and dense monsters in the mysterious space of black clouds in the sky. Only dragon energy and thunder and lightning flames can be effectively restrained. It is strange and inexplicable. Without energy supplement, Bai Yujun had to reduce consumption and rely on his feet. Explore slowly, you can't see the ground clearly when you fly anyway.

The cold night is long and tormented, and the sharp blade of the dragon spear emits light to illuminate a small area...

There is no abnormality in the infrared scanning of temperature.

The vibration sensor can only feel the wind sound, there is no unnecessary vibration.

If it wasn't for the air, Bai Yujun would have thought that he was on some barren planet. Now, his mind slowly began to doubt whether there was life in this place.

In the dark world, little candlelight wanders aimlessly...

...

Slowly, there is light.

There was a dim light in the opposite direction of the dark red sun. It should be morning. There was no purple air rising in the east, no rising sun, the temperature rose slowly and the wind gradually stopped.

The wind and sand subsided, but the sky was filled with ashes, and with a slight twist, the white gloves woven with metal wires were stained.

The tassel at the back of the head is easy to fall into ashes.

Turning around for a long time, he took out a gray cloak with tattered edges that had not been used for a long time, put it on, and skillfully tied the cloth hood to cover his eyes, like a necromancer wandering in the world of death, the dragon spear converged light as a staff, really Bai Yujun always felt that this place was not as empty as it seemed on the surface, and there was always a faint sense of threat lingering.

Step forward.

The dust on the ground has no insteps, leaving a long string of S-curved footprints behind...

Looking through the dark clouds above the dark red old stars.

The whole world is dead, and the sun is dying. There is no water, no signs of life, and not even a erupting volcano can be seen. It can only mean that the core of the world has already cooled down. Why did the good end die?

Walking alone for a long, long time...

Boots stopped.

The cloaked Bai Yujun stood on the edge of the cliff and looked out.

There was a rift with a width that could not be seen in front of him. The unnatural terrain was broken, but it was cut open by the Almighty with a sharp blade. The aftermath of the attack left tear marks on the ground, and the ashes and sand could not fill it up. Approaching, there is a kind of fierce sword intent oppression.

Bai Yujun frowned.

Lift your hand to lift the mask and feel it carefully.

The pretty face appeared in vain, and the fangs at the corner of the mouth of the dragon scales were exposed, and the throat roared like a wild beast!

"Roar……!"

Sword Intent is very familiar, even unforgettable for a lifetime!

It has the same breath as the ancient sword on the Longmen plaque! It's even possible the same sword!

In order to deal with how many years later a wild little white scorpion actually stayed behind, he set up ultimate moves in the small world at all costs, trying to kill them all. Fortunately, there were too many variables in the world and failed to succeed. No clues have been found since he ascended. The dead world found its residual sword intent.

Ancient sword holders are powerful.

After a sword split the rift valley for countless years, the killing sword intent remains.

Bai Yujun feels that the mystery of the death of the world and the sun may soon be discovered. Many dragons come here, and the swordsmen from the Dragon Gate fight here. The death of the world is related to all participants, and the dragons and each other are responsible.

"What is the difference between a passion for destruction and a demon?"

In Bai Bai's view, the disasters in the ancient times were meaningless, and it was not only the dragon race that perished, but also many uncountable ordinary creatures.

Jump over the rift.

He continued to move forward without turning his head, leaving the remaining Sword Intent to keep it.

Maybe in the future, someone will accidentally step into the dark void and encounter a rift valley on the way. In surprise, he sighed that the ancient **** was tyrannical and envied his powerful power. dead world.

The best way to deal with them is physical destruction, don't talk about influence with violent and narrow-minded people, it's meaningless.

traveled far, far...

Saw a grey high mountain, split in half by the Mighty One, like a split gourd.

If you encounter a deep pit again, you don't need to guess to know that it is left by the ancient war.

Heaven and earth have given some beings powerful power, but they are destroyed by their ruthless indifference. They are full of destruction and slaughter. They belong to the backwardness of the species, and the mind is permanently backward. The slave age refuses to move forward. All exile.

Night falls.

The temperature dropped and the wind and dust rose again.

Bai Yujun hollowed out the boulder out of the small room, and there was a chimney on the roof.

Block the hole and light a charcoal fire to cook the meat and bone broth.

Using a weak firelight to record the battlefield trace information on a small notebook, after calculation, it seems that all the surrounding killing traces seem to be left by the ancient sword holder. The years passed by and nothing else was discovered.

Sometimes I really want to use time to go back, but the environment is bad, and losing consciousness is tantamount to suicide.

write, write...

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"Oh my soup! It's dry! I have to make it again!"

In the stone house, there was a hustle and bustle, brushing the pot, pouring water, and re-boiling the soup.

In the middle of the night, the little figure licked the oil and water, wrapped in a blanket and curled up in a light sleep...

Outside, the sand and rocks are flying and the wind is howling...

The night passed.

Bai Yujun planned to climb to the nearby mountain top that was split in two to see. The ancients stood high and saw far away. If you climbed high and looked into the distance, you might be able to find something.

When I came to the top of the mountain, I accidentally found that the rock surface had been stepped on by sharp claws.

Almost identical, except that the paw prints are larger than their own dragon claws.

When the little hand strokes the paw print...

Suddenly, blurry black and white video clips appeared in the beautiful eyes, switching between reality and video frame by frame. On the top of the towering mountain, there was a giant dragon of divine martial art, the divine beast was as powerful as a prison, the mane-haired hunting dragon had sharp teeth, raised its head and roared!

Fire red burning sky with shadows...

There is a slight tingling sensation in the eyes when looking at the blurred figure.

It's much better to put down the nictitating membrane protecting the dragon's eyes. He gritted his teeth and tried to see the phantom, but the scene suddenly disappeared, and he was dizzy and almost fell down the mountain.

Shaking his head, he opened the water bag and slammed into the Sweet Immortal Spring.

Take a deep breath to calm the breath.

"It's a human race."

Touching the dragon's claw accidentally triggered the backtracking. Although it was too blurry, it was still clear that the other party was a human man.

Ordinary mortals will inevitably forget the hatred of the old year after a long time, but the gods and demons do not. They stubbornly pursue killing them. No matter how many thousands or tens of thousands of years apart, even if one party is willing to let go of hatred, it is useless. add up.

For the sword-wielding slayer.

Even if Bai Yujun has nothing to do with that year, even if it is separated by tens of thousands of years.

Being a dragon is a sin.