On the snow bridge, pieces of bright red bloom beside the horse's hooves. The blood melted the remaining snow.

Feilang's limbs were not strong enough to sit on the horse and was shaking and gasping. He grabbed the saddle tightly and never fell to the ground. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and he took a breath. He straightened his waist and saw the sharp gaze of the wolf king piercing his eyes. Feilang felt like he fell into an ice cellar, and his heart hurt and fell to the ground.

The rest of the people were frightened and pulled back one after another, revealing the injured flying wolf in front.

Zhulong took a few steps forward and pulled Feilang to his horse and said, "Brother Fei, how are you?"

Feilang shook his head and gasped, "What kind of magic is this?"

Zhulong shook his head and said, "I don't know either. It should be a cursed magic."

Faced with a strong enemy, Feilang knew that he might not be able to survive tonight. But he was a warrior, and the warrior had to face death at any time. He had thought about his countless ways of dying, and the only thing that satisfies him was to die in battle. It would be more uncomfortable to fight back like this than letting him die directly.

Feilang said with difficulty: "There are only Feilangs who died in battle, but no Feilang who retreats. Brother Zhulong, please let me dismount and I will fight for life and death with it..."

Seeing that Feilang was trying hard to speak, blood was still rippling out of the corners of his mouth, his face was dark, and black air appeared on the tip of his forehead, obviously not far from death.

Zhulong said: "You must not do this."

Zhulong looked back and saw the deputy generals shrank timidly, looking down at their horse's back, and even dared not raise their eyelids.

He secretly hated: These people are usually arrogant and are more capable than others when they kill people. Now that they have encountered strong enemies, they are all cowardly. He shouted: "Can you survive by showing weakness?"

The heads of these people were lowered deeper.

Zhulong was furious and shouted loudly. The sword in his hand ignited a golden flame. With a force of his legs, he flew up like a cannonball and rushed straight to the wolf king's left eye.

The scorching golden flames illuminated half of Zhulong's face as if a layer of sunset was dyed with a layer of sunset. His handsome eyebrows stood up, like an angry Vajra. He was in mid-air and caught fire, as if a sun appeared in the darkness, drawing an arc and attacking the wolf king.

Just as Zhulong's sword approached the Wolf King, the Wolf King suddenly rose up and a huge wolf claw slapped Zhulong's shoulder.

Sharp ice was attached to the wolf's claws, and the cold mist made the candle dragon's flame dim.

If this catch is photographed, Zhulong's arm would probably be cut off.

Zhulong was shocked. When he was unable to expose his attack, the sword that stabbed the wolf king's eyes changed to a wolf's claw.

The swords intersected, the flames collided with the ice, and hissed, and the man and wolf on the bridge were instantly shrouded in water mist. The huge mist was like a giant beast, and soon swallowed the entire bridge.

Although Zhulong's attack did not pierce the wolf king's eyes, his sword was also inserted into the wolf king's claws, and the flames instantly burned half of its arms.

The wolf king screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Zhulong was not feeling well. His strength was not as strong as the Wolf King, and he was slapped on the ground by the Wolf King. The bridge swayed, and cracks spread.

The wolf king turned over and showed his poisonous fangs. Then he clawed him again, pressing the candle dragon tightly.

With the order from the wolf king, a group of wolves swarmed up and instantly bit several adjutants to death.

Zhulong was already at the end of his strength after using this attack. He felt a chill behind his neck and smiled bitterly: It's over, I didn't expect to die here.

Just as the wolf king showed his might and bit the Zhulong to death, the bright moon in the sky darkened. At the same time, a sound of "Dingling, Dinglingling" floated from the distant sky. The sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, sometimes high and sometimes low, just like a ghost holding his hands.

Zhulong, who was pressed under the wolf claws, was overjoyed and shouted, "Master!" Zhulong seized the opportunity of the wolf king being stunned, rolled hard, rolled under the bridge and hid.

The wolf king lost his prey and was about to chase him. Suddenly, a loud thud came from the sky, and then a black bell the size of a water tank floated. The bell scattered with light. Any wolf hit by the light fell to the ground immediately, wailing, and was paralyzed a lot in a moment.

Seeing this, the wolf king knew that the bell was beyond its control. Its throat let out a rapid roar, and he looked at the place where Zhulong was hiding, and with a roar, he led the crowd away with hatred.

Feilang and others cleaned up the remains. Because Mu Ren was seriously injured, the troops did not obey Feilang and Zhulong's orders, so everyone had to return to Mu Ren's tribe.

The wolf king was defeated by a bell. After a long journey, it led a group of wolves to a valley. There were animal bones everywhere, as well as frozen cattle, sheep, and elk. The wolf king first took out all the internal organs of the corpse and the best meat to fill his stomach before the wolves dared to eat them.

The wolf king took the sword from his claws and took it into a cave. The sword was like a small stove, and soon the ice in the cave melted quietly.

The Wolf King was surprised to see and thought beautifully: I got a treasure this time, but it’s a pity that my body cannot be used. It would be great if it was a human body.

It dug a pit, and its stabbed claws were bleeding when it was digging. It did not clear the pit until the soil beside it was dyed red by blood. Then, it buried the sword in the soil.

The wolf king licked the wound on his claws, remembered Zhulong, and muttered in his heart: This person should be a strong human being. He left such a serious injury on me. I don’t know when he will recover. It seems that he will be raised for a year or two. Humph, this time you are cheap, don’t let me meet you in the future, otherwise you will turn into feces. Huh, it hurts so much.

It felt its claws gradually numb, and it was judged that it was not only burns and trauma, but also fire poison. It tried to suppress fire poison with its ability to control ice, but it did not have any effect.

The wolf king chewed some dry plants, applied them to the wound, urinated again, and wrapped the wound with mud. After thinking for a while, he got up and came out of the hole, and saw three or two seriously injured wolves lying on the ground. The wolf king personally sent them to heaven, and their throats were bitten off one by one. The other wolves screamed in a sad and whispered for a while.

After clearing the number of wolves, it lost nearly one-tenth of the wolf in this battle and died a snow wolf. The snow wolf is its most precious warrior, and now there are only the six in front of it in the world.

The wolf king thought: They cannot be damaged any more.

The wolf king passed by the pack of wolves, and then the pack followed it in two neat rows.

Behind it are the two most majestic snow wolf, one is the wolf that was mistaken for the wolf king by the flying wolf, and the other is the wolf with a long-lasting and cruel and bloodthirsty look. The four snow wolf behind are a little smaller, and behind are ordinary wolves, but they are also extremely majestic wolves. They walked out of the valley and let go and galloped in the snowy mountains.

They ran for two days and two nights until they were hungry, and then they came to another valley with their tongues hanging down.

This place is far away from humans. There are fewer domestic animals such as cattle and sheep stored, mostly ice deer, so there is not much food. The wolf king ate a few bites of meat and went to sleep aside.

After resting, they ran for three days and three nights before the Wolf King took its soldiers to the destination of this trip.

This place is in the extreme night, not a place where humans can survive. Here, the wind in the sky can blow people's skin, and even if you urinate, you can immediately freeze into a column of water. Ice slag and sand and gravel rolled up by tornados can be seen everywhere. It is easy for ordinary people to enter, but it will turn into a pile of broken ice when they come out.

Over the past few days, the wound on the wolf king's claws has not improved at all, and the injury has become heavier. If the wolf king had not been strong and had strong demonic power, and the handling was properly, the entire claw would have been rotten.

After a breath of white breath, the Wolf King drilled into an ice hole, which was once the nest of an old dragon.

Two years ago, the Wolf King took advantage of the opportunity of the old dragon going out and set up traps in the cave. These traps were all the trophys of the Wolf King robbing humans. Among them, there was a powerful crossbow that could attack long-rangely. The Wolf King spent nine or two tigers to transport it here.

When the old dragon returned to the cave, he immediately found signs of uninvited guests coming. He raised his vigilance and patrolled around. Although he found the trap, he did not know the power of the trap. He mocked these crossbows that were as small as chopsticks in his eyes, and felt that it could not break its scales at all.

But it is old, no longer the same as it used to be, and it is born to love strange things.

The Wolf King saw through the characteristics of Lao Long's pride, greedy and curiousness. While he was looking at the siege crossbow, he accidentally hit Lao Long's navel with one shot, and in an instant he seriously injured Lao Long.

The Wolf King ordered his men to surround the place, and he personally directed the battle and handled every detail.

Lao Long tried to break through several times, but was beaten back.

Over time, the old dragon became so weak that it could not lift its wings. The wolf king naturally ate the old dragon into his stomach, leaving no drop of blood or a piece of bone for his subordinates. After using it for more than a year to digest it, the wolf king became stronger than before and his demonic power also improved by leaps and bounds.

After killing the old dragon, this place becomes the wolf king's nest.

In this barren land, the wolf king will hardly encounter danger and is an excellent place to recover from wounds.

The Wolf King's trauma and burns are easy to treat, and the key is the fire poison contained in it. If the fire poison is allowed to erode, the wound will not heal. The longer the wound is exposed in the air, the more likely it is to be infected and ulcerated. At that time, the hero will be able to cut off his arm.

The fire poison in the wolf king was extremely fierce. First, it had numbness and pain in the left half of its front paws. After a few days, its arms and left face became numb. Sometimes it would twitch involuntarily, revealing its hideous poisonous fangs. The wolf king inferred that if it did not expel the poison, the fire poison would probably invade the brain in the end and die.

The old dragon left countless treasures, the most of which were shining gold. In addition, there were also treasures on earth. For example, martial arts and combat techniques in the human world, out-of-print images left by ancient saints, precious materials from the alien plane, ice soul agate that has been frozen for thousands of years...

This ice soul agate that was so cold that it was cold, was the life-saving straw for the Wolf King.

Just as the palm-sized agate was pulled out from the mountain of gold and silver jewelry, a layer of frost formed on the wolf king's beard, and then a layer of light shone on its snow-white fluff. The wolf king shook his body and fell on the ground.

This gem is sealed with a group of ancient ice elves, which are constantly colliding inside. The more intense they collide, the more chill it will produce.

When the wolf king's claws touched the ice soul agate, it suddenly felt a chilly energy penetrated through the wound, and went up along its arms. The muscles and bones eroded by the fire poison immediately stopped being dry and painful. The wolf king found a comfortable position, held the ice soul agate, yawned a long yawn, and his mighty body crawled on the ground. His head tilted, and a long poisonous fang appeared at the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and fell asleep.

Time flies quickly. In a blink of an eye, the Wolf King has been recuperating for several months. The sun rises from the horizon and can last for several hours every day.

New grass has grown in the places where humans live, but there is no sign of warming up in this barren land. Because the ice soul agate used by the Wolf King is a hundred feet wide, it is shrouded in white cold air, which is even colder than before.

Although the wolf king's claws were no longer dry and painful, and the trauma had been cured, the fire poison had not been completely removed. Recently, he has been even more lazy. His left arm is sore and painful, and his brain is so painful that he can't eat the meat. He doesn't want to move. He was stunned for a while, and he felt that he was less, but fell asleep again.
Chapter completed!