When the thunder sounds, I'm afraid my soul will be gone.

"Yes, the Yin God is out of his body..."

Yun Haitian's eyes were a little confused:

"The act of resisting lightning strikes has been rare since ancient times. For only ten thousand years, various methods of avoiding disasters have been passed down. The most known and most effective of them is to forge a magic weapon!"

Divine weapon, divine weapon.

It was originally a weapon controlled by the "God"!

An Qisheng's eyes flashed and he recalled Kong San.

After defecting, this abandoned disciple of the Extreme God Sect did not lack martial arts practice, and the existence of the Spirit-Snatching Demonic Art also allowed him to do not need elixirs or resource assistance, but he eventually joined the Six Prisons Demon Sect...

Therefore, his mouth moved and he said the last sentence Yun Haitian wanted to say:

"It's a pity that after tens of thousands of years, there are very few strange spiritual objects that can create magical weapons in the world, and most of them are in the hands of many large sects and major forces..."

...........

The border of Dafeng is far north, a place with extremely bitter and coldness.

The strong wind is covered with snow all over the sky, and the visibility is extremely low in the extremely cold world. Even if ordinary people walk in it, they may die suddenly.

And in such a fierce world, a group of people trekked among the snow, braved the biting cold wind like a knife.

The group of people wore black clothes, carried long bows and big swords, and walked through the snow half a person high, but the speed was extremely fast.

The thin clothes are rushing in the wind and snow, but people are silent like iron and stone.

In the dim snowy sky, the group ran for hundreds of miles before slowly stopping.

Looking out.

Under the boundless whistling wind and snow, there are endless mountains that tower into the clouds. In front of the mountains, there is a quiet and deep lake.

The lake water sparkled, and there was no trace of freezing in this violent and bitter cold place.

Huhu~~~

On the bank of the lake, a group of people stopped and stood, with heavy snow covered with bows and swords.

The group of people didn't speak and remained silent.

They looked at the vast lake, which looked like a vast ocean, and saw a small boat suddenly floated out between the mountains under the snow.

The boat sailed slowly in the snow and ice, causing layers of ripples.

On the deck, a guest was fishing with a straw raincoat and holding a pole. He was so contented that he was indescribable that he was as if he was integrated with the snow lakes in this area.

"We will bow to the Dharma King!"

Seeing the boat coming, the group of people on the shore knelt on the ground, and buried their foreheads in the deep snow.

The person who came was none other than the Dharma King who had been fishing for twenty years on the river snow on this big lake.

"Good beast, I'm hiding deeply!"

The sound of the sound fell from the wind and snow. The crowd felt that their hearts were hot, and the cold around them seemed to disappear in an instant.

It seems that this sound contains a strong masculinity.

"Dharma King..."

The group of people was shocked and they couldn't help but look up.

I saw a red sun rising on the lake, shining through the flying snow. The huge lake surface suddenly evaporated, and it seemed like it was boiling by the red sun.

Apart from the lake dozens of miles away, a heat wave came to my face, causing the snow to disappear, and the wet clothes to evaporate in an instant!

Roar ~~~

Then, a roar like a cow or a tiger, but a louder roar than a cow and a more powerful roar than a tiger roar was stirred up under the boiling lake surface.

"What?!"

The hearts of the crowd were beating wildly.

I saw that the boat soaring into the air in the clouds and mist water vapor, a huge figure of black and ice-like color was pulled out of the lake by the thin fishing line!

Beneath the huge head is a huge body that is ten feet long!

I saw the giant beast's head is like a camel, its horns are like a deer, and its beard is about a foot long. It is roaring and roaring, its sound is moving in the sky, and the waves rise with it.

It was slid across the sky, like a fairy boat leaping across the fog, and the light shone around it like a rising red sun and laughed:

"Good beast, in twenty years, you will capture and control the nine throne. If you don't surrender this time, you will suck your dragon tendons, peel off your snake scales, and roast you and eat!"

In the endless heat of light, the cold dragon struggled several times, wielding thousands of water dragons, unwilling to surrender, and fighting in anger.

But no matter how hard it exerted, the lake surface stirred for thousands of miles, and it could not shake the thin fishing line. In the end, it was pulled into the clouds and mist.

Only a sad and desperate roar was left.

Roar ~

As the dragon roared, the boat fell and slapped on the lake.

Everyone looked up and saw the wind and thunder roaring.

The guest of the straw raincoat crosses the dragon and walks in the wind and snow all over the sky, gradually moving away:
Chapter completed!