Chapter 295

The Qi of death, also known as the dark Qi, is not only a great threat to the human race, the demon race and the demon race, but also a destructive existence for all creatures.

Since ancient times, as long as a strong man of the Ming nationality is born, it means a devastating catastrophe. More than once, the alliance of the human demon clan and the demon clan can repel the army of the Ming nationality. It can be seen how terrible the Ming nationality is.

Now, seeing the birth of the strong man of the Hades and feeling the familiar atmosphere, Long Yang naturally wants to go to find out.

As for the holy white light that just broke into the spirit of death and went straight to the top of the snow peak, Long Yang also vaguely guessed the origin of the other party.

Dragon Yang's chaotic immortal dragon body is not threatened by the Qi of death, and chaotic dragon spinning force can refine the Qi of death. But limited by his cultivation level, he can't stay in the Qi of death for too long.

Long Yang did not rashly break into the top of the snow peak, but followed suit. After all, the other party is a saint level existence, and the prestige he exudes is not what he can resist now.

The reason why he can resist now is that the master shining with the holy white light has offset most of the pressure, and the rest can no longer pose a great threat to him.

Carefully came to the top of the snow peak and saw a huge mouth of the abyss.

The interior of the snow peak thousands of feet was empty, as deep as a huge abyss, and the strong breath of death rolled up from below.

When Long Yang reached the huge mouth of the abyss, in the face of such terrible death gas, he was considering whether to go down and find out. The gas of death suddenly poured back into the abyss, and there was a loud sound from time to time.

It seems that a fierce battle has begun below.

Without the threat of death, Long Yang jumped down to the bottom of the abyss without any worries.

The deeper down, the wider the abyss. From time to time, strange lights burst from below and shook Longyang's eyes.

When Long Yang fell more than 800 feet deep, he could see the situation below.

Everywhere you look, there are piles of white bones.

Some are only a small piece, some are hundreds of feet long and spread in all directions. They can't see the end. It's creepy.

Long Yang finally fell on the white bone pile. There are countless channels under the abyss, and I don't know where to extend.

At present, in addition to white bones, they are still white bones. There is neither the master of the white light nor the strong man of the Hades.

Boom!

Without warning, the mountain shook, the surrounding mountain walls cracked, and stones fell down and fell on the pile of white bones. Some white bones were broken and some were smashed into powder.

Long Yang dodged the falling stones and looked for the whereabouts of the two strong men.

Another loud noise came from the depths of a channel, and then a trace of white light flashed away from one of the channels, which was still captured by Long Yang.

Long Yang's figure flashed and shot away at the channel.

However, as soon as you enter the channel, there are countless forks.

Long Yang did not dare to release his soul power with all his strength, but carefully released a range of about 100 meters. After feeling that there was no danger, he continued to spread.

Soon another white light flashed away.

Long Yang rushed out almost conditionally.

As long Yang got closer and closer to the target, the violent vibration became louder and louder. Large cracks spread wildly in the channel, and large blocks of mountain walls fell down.

Long Yang played the speed of the shadow of quicksand to the extreme. There was no human shadow. He saw a stream of quicksand flying through the gap between the stones of the meteor shower.

In the distance, a white light came straight through.

It is not the light emitted by martial arts, but the natural light.

Out of the passage, the quicksand condensed into a complete Longyang, and he was standing in a spacious giant hole. The cracks in the stone wall above his head projected a continuous column of light, which was enough to see the whole giant hole.

A skeleton dragon head, the size of a millstone, shrouded in the air of death, was fixed in mid air by a bright white light, struggling desperately and roaring.

A silver haired woman in a white crescent robe was holding a crescent stick to the skull tap. The bright white light that fixed the skull tap was shot from the crescent at the top of the crescent stick.

The silver haired woman looks about 20 years old, with a trace of blood on her mouth. Her face is somewhat similar to ice and snow and nanqin snow, but there is a crescent mark on her forehead.

When Long Yang appeared in the giant cave, a trace of surprise flashed in the silver haired woman's eyes, but her eyes were still locked on the skull tap. Perhaps in her eyes, no matter how dangerous Long Yang is, it is not as dangerous as skeleton dragon head.

"Dark dragon!"

Long Yang's eyes fell on the skull tap and finally understood why he felt a familiar breath.

That's the smell of the dragon family.

When the silver haired woman heard long Yang shouting the name of the dark dragon, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes again. It's hard to imagine that she recognized the origin of the skeleton dragon head at a glance at Long Yang's age.

"This elder should be the saint of the ice Moon Clan. If you withdraw the crescent staff, you can't kill it even if you run out of life."

Long Yang knew that the silver haired woman had no spare energy to speak at this time, and said.

"Since the ancient times, Wanwu continent has experienced nine Holocaust wars against the underworld. The underworld Dragons of this generation have built the underworld body of nine catastrophes. If we don't find out the person who owns the underworld body of nine catastrophes and kill that person, we can't kill the underworld dragon at all."

"In other words, the dark dragon has been born, but it hasn't grown up yet."

Long Yang knew that the silver haired woman would not remove the crescent stick with only one word, so he had to explain patiently.

Ice heart saint's eyes finally moved from the skull head to Long Yang. With the flash of the crescent mark on her forehead, Long Yang felt completely penetrated.

"Dragon blood."

The ice heart Saint said, slowly removing the control of the skeleton faucet.

Ice heart saint's tone is very light, but it makes Long Yang smile bitterly.

These ancient races really have all the means. Under the cover of chaotic dragon ring, they can still see through his blood power at a glance.

This is the second time someone has seen that he has dragon blood. The first time is Jiutian thunder roaring beast.

The two strong men only talk about the dragon blood. In fact, they know that they have chaotic ancestral dragon blood. They only say so to avoid suspicion. Otherwise, it is only the dragon blood. It is impossible for Bingxin saint to remove the crescent stick.

When the ice heart Saint withdrew the crescent stick, the skeleton dragon head had escaped.

"Pooh."

After the skeleton dragon head ran away, the ice heart Saint couldn't help but spray a mouthful of black blood on the ground. A touch of scarlet also appeared on her originally pale face like snow, which didn't fade for a long time.

"Saint, you have inhaled the dark Qi in your body. I'll help you refine it."

Long Yang hurriedly held the ice heart saint and asked her to sit down. He also sat behind her and put his palms on the acupoints behind her to refine the dark Qi in her body.