long night walk

Chapter 421
Dragging his heavy and tired body, all the hole cards that should be used have been exhausted, he looked down at his weak and bloody hands, and the damaged ten fingers were slightly convulsed and cramped due to excessive exhaustion.

Then he clenched one fist and raised it.

The boy's eyes were still clear, and he said, "Come on."

Click.

As if responding to the young man's unquenchable fighting spirit, the spear piercing the dragon scale in his abdomen trembled slightly.

Bai Lian opened his eyes wide and tilted his head in surprise.

So in his surprised eyes, the tip of the spear was pushed out by a force.

The big snake let out a roar and a long moan, its anger couldn't be mixed.

Bai Lian saw it clearly, the moment the Broken Scale collapsed, it was a bright sword blade, piercing a round of blood, and with a snort, the spears clashed, and then the top of the spear flew out.

The blade cuts out inch by inch, and the shining blade reflects the light and shadow of this world.

The icy dragon's blood sprayed out from the body, and immediately turned into golden dragon flames and burned in the violent wind and rain.

In the bright dragon glow, a girl who had been bathed in blood for a long time broke free from the mouth of the sword with the last bit of strength.

Through the wind, rain and flames in the distance, she tried her best to hold her eyes into a line.

The burning dragon's blood, the violent snowstorm, and the howling waves, it is clear that all these scenes are extremely strong and eye-catching.

But her vision has long been taken away by weakness.

It was still the case, but she saw clearly the little corpse demon behind the storm of dragon blood and snow.

The exhausted girl and the tired boy finally meet again on the stormy sea.

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At the moment when everything in the world disappeared around him, Fang Geyu knew that he had fallen into the belly of a dragon without looking or thinking.

Because when she couldn't see this world, she was already facing a sea of ​​fire and hell.

For hundreds of millions of years, there have been countless ancient legends about dragons in this world.

The dragon can be quiet and bright, can be fine and huge, ascend to the sky at the vernal equinox, dive into the abyss at the autumnal equinox, and can invite wind and rain.

It can be turned into Jisu Bisu, Xuanshuang thousands of miles away, the anger of the real dragon can make the sun and the moon dissipate, and the world will end.

The sacred dragon, which symbolizes the heavy rain of Xuanshuang, breathes in its abdomen and lungs like a scorching fire. Anything that enters its belly will burn its flesh and blood, and its soul will be scorched.

Dragons are holy spirits who live in mythology. Although the legends about dragons are widely circulated, no one has witnessed the legendary color in the belly of the sacred dragon that can call wind and rain.

Only Fang Geyu, who was really in the belly of the dragon, knew the despair of life and death behind those widely circulated stories.

Ning Feiyan once said to Bai Li'an that since he could get the food that Big Snake was so interested in, he would definitely not devour her immediately.

But the dragon's lung is like magma and fire, once it enters the dragon's belly, it's up to you whether to swallow it or not.

Fang Geyu knew clearly that Da She was not really interested in her.

And she is not as mysterious and powerful as Ning Feiyan imagined. Her cultivation base is really only the Kaiyuan realm, and there is no fake one.

The moment she fell into the dragon's mouth, she really saw the raging fire from the abyss in the dragon's belly engulfing her.

Not even time to fear.

Clothes, flesh and blood, bones, all can't be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

All things fall, she is at the center.

It was also at this moment that Fang Geyu realized that death is not terrible.

What is really frightening is that after experiencing a death in person, the loneliness and fear that can't be pushed away like a tide can't be pushed away or blocked.

In the midst of the burning fire, Si Fangjin protected her heart extremely well, and the thin threads that were as cold and moist as silk wrapped that tiny heart in the endless flames of the lungs.

As a fairy on Kunlun Mountain, Sifang has the magical power to restore life.

The flesh and blood body began to grow in the violent and ruthless fire, and the consciousness that did not feel the pain slowly gathered and returned. Sifang exuded the most healing, gentle and ruthless power in the world, re-condensing her body little by little.

In Fang Geyu's entire world, there was nothing else except the raging fire from the dragon's lungs, and the sound of profound frost condensed by the wind.

In the world in the belly of the dragon, time is not limited by the laws of heaven and earth, and the time here is eternal in an instant.

The fire is not extinguished, and the mysterious frost is not extinguished.

Fang Geyu didn't know how many times he had opened those scorched eyes. The tortured and collapsed consciousness was eroded and mottled after countless times of being picked up again.

She was dazed and in pain.

Watching his body incinerate and regenerate, and incinerate again.

This process was painful and long, Fang Geyu didn't know where the end of his fall was, and he didn't know when the torture of dragon fire burning his body and Xuanshuang cracking bones would end.

Fang Jin never tires tirelessly releasing a warm and frightening power.

At the moment when her consciousness returned to clarity, Fang Geyu felt her body sank into a sea of ​​magma and flames. The boiling magma poured into her mouth everywhere, and her viscera were rolled over by the fiery magma. It will only make people feel that a trip to the eighteenth level of hell is nothing more than that.

Hell has an end and a beginning, the sea of ​​fire has no end, and there is no way to see the other side.

When her body was reunited again, Fang Geyu slowly raised her burning palm in the sea of ​​flames, touched the warmth of her heart with her broken fingertips, and a slight mocking laugh came out of her throat.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​fire was gradually separated by a strange force, and the invisible air wave spread under Fang Geyu's body like a foundation stone carrying people. The girl's slender and beautiful legs had been burned in the sea of ​​fire, and she knelt in the air. among the waves.

Slowly opened those eyes that were a little bit slackened by the pain, and looked at the Shifang sword that was unsheathed at an unknown time.

The sapphire on the hilt exudes a cold luster in a sea of ​​flames. There are countless cracks all over the gemstone, and cold residue fragments splash out from time to time.

Those fragments reflected the miserable appearance of the girl in the sea of ​​flames into countless afterimages. The sword energy parted the sea of ​​flames, but the hot breath choked into her mouth. With her uncontrollable cough, hot blood flowed from She gushed out from her lips and teeth, and her throat involved a tearing pain.

Above the head, a faint white light suddenly flashed.

This white light created the second color in the sea of ​​red flames. Although it was subtle, it instantly occupied Fang Geyu's sight.

A cold and pale hand broke through the light, holding the Shifang Sword that had been with her for many years.

The splashing and floating crystal gem fragments all returned to the gems on the sword with the movement of the hand.

The cracks slowly disappeared like fused ice.

In the boundless and endless lonely world, in front of Fang Geyu's eyes, a faint and gentle light quietly floated up, and a beautiful woman in a snow suit was floating with a sword.

Her breath was like light smoke, entwining Fang Geyu more tenderly than Fang Jin.

(End of this chapter)