Feng Lan was very focused, and followed the keys inlaid in the ice snake giant, slowly sank.

The nest made of grass is woven, suddenly bright and dark, suddenly and small, the thick gray beard that is set on the edge of the nest, trembling.

The ruins below the nest gradually become hazy and vague.

From time to time, it seems to be a projection, setting up a magnificent ancient building.

Sometimes, thirty -six giant pillars seem to stand on the vast wasteland, watch the nine days, and suppress nine glory.

Feng Lan was deeply touched by the scene where this Xu Mido changed.

Long Wuxian's singing is more and more melodious. The vomiting of a single word is infinitely stretched.

Gradually, the scene of ancient buildings was stable, and the nest stopped in the courtyard, like a lamp.

Fenglan holds his breath, and see the dark fire on the boat clearly.

The ancient temples are divided into more than 10,000 floors, and the entrance of each layer has a special totem pattern.

It seems that each totem corresponds to a life race in the world.

To the top layer of the temple, the larger the totem pattern, the greater, the more the teeth dance the claws, and the body of the extraordinary people is definitely similar to the descendants of the rumored gods.

The huge stone pillars of the different runes and texts run through the entire temple, and the oval -shaped base stretches to a hemispherical dome, as if the sentinel is looking at the cosmic space where the temple is located.

The narrow ice cone hangs downwards,

The horrible cracks are spread on the stone pillars and arch,

After countless vicissitudes of the wind and rain, everything seems to be still there, watching the lamp -like nest.

The Taiming continent, from the ancient witch to the demon clan, to the human race, after countless natural disasters and human disasters, as if it was the traces of the next years in this temple.

"Temple of Tianmian?"

Feng Lan sighed.

Perhaps he can already be sure that the last ancient dragon was sleeping in the nest -Tianlong.

The Long tribe guards the Taiming world. It is a very, very long thing.

In the earliest in the early stage of the people, there were no empires, no mage meetings, and the main force of the evil ethnic wars in the world was the Dragon.

Tianlong, Yinlong, Black Dragon -the three ancient ancient dragon gods are still active in the myths and legends of the human race.

Now, does the ancient or new dragon, the dragon king still exist in the world's world? Have you ever been to the Taiming continent?

What if you face the power of the people's cultivation and face the dragons with only myths and legends?

Feng Lan stared at those jade, silver, gold, emerald, blue, blood red, and stars, and naturally thought of the dragon claws, blue spirit crystal.

As if, in the underworld, what I see in this world is revealing the mysterious veil of another world.

With the decrease of height, the temple becomes more majestic in Fenglan's eyes, and the large and small dumps scattered around the temple are very conspicuous.

Feng Lanxin said: "What is buried there?"

Another old voice followed the response: "It is my son -in -law, and the most powerful warrior in the dragon. The sacred dragon, even a powerful creature that accompanied the heavens and the earth, cannot be immortal."

Feng Lan asked suspiciously: "Are you?"

"Tianlong." The old voice murmured, "My old friend, I can die safely, because you have not lost an appointment!"

Feng Lan guessed that it was Feng's ancestor, but this memory was blank for him.

He didn't know how to answer, so he had to speak.

"arrive."

Jia Yucong said softly.

Susha, key, ice snake, crystal aperture, iceman, ice beast, etc. disappear.

Feng Lan, Jia Yucong, and Dragon Lianlian stood at the entrance of the temple.

Long Wushou is growing two new heads and four new arms.

Dragon Wushuang faced Feng Lan, hey, and said, "I am a dragon blood, the dragon meat, the Weiyang Protoss."

Jia Yuli said: "Actually, your family is not a human family in ordinary mortal forms, but the Tianlong tribe of daiyun."

Feng Lan stared at the two, and was all the two in Hu Yan.

In this world, the people of the world are a family, so there are so many strange races?

But when he thought of the hatred of the Flame City's family and the city owner's family, he felt that it seemed to be right.

"My Jia family is the Lantern Lantern."

Jia Yuli said inexplicably, opened the entrance with the key, walked in.

The space in the hall, carving rails, jade, is more magnificent and magnificent.

The torch on the wall has long been dying, the weak light, the flashing and flashing, and the very limited space range.

Feng Lan approached before observing, and saw that the burning spirit crystal was about to exhaust, and then he put on the new spirit crystal.

When the torch lits again, the stone carvings traces of the years are lifelike. As long as the torches are blinking by the wind, the stone carvings seem to be alive.

There are many types of stone carvings,

Some people like Fenglan,

Some are tall human races with three heads and six arms,

Some are standing tall orc appearances,

Some do not see the ethnic groups of the specific form.

Probably, they are all creators who create Wanling creatures in myths and legends. The creative species created to bring the vitality of the Monama Mainland, while also bringing blood flow to kill.

"Feng Lan, the two of us are going to do the important things. You go to the yard to see Tianlong, it is not much time."

Jia Yucong has been standing in front of a short female statue, for a long time, telling a faintly telling.

"Don't you go?"

Feng Lan feels strange.

It seems that he has something to do with the Dragon tribe here, and the two of him are higher in one class.

Feng Lan asked: "Can I go with you two?"

"The family has the task of a family, and the blood of the family has the mission of the blood of a family."

Jia Yucong walked into a moon door in the hall.

Dragon's three heads were dressed as three ghosts at the same time, and followed.

The temple was empty and empty, and the gloomy was gloomy.

Feng Lan couldn't help but tremble, and always felt that the statue woke up one by one and surrounded him.

I can't know who dominated the temple.

It is impossible to know how many years of the temple existence.

The ancient dragon dragon is still alive here, watching, never returning to the dragon world.

Feng Lan walked out of another door and stood in front of a long corridor.

The other end of the corridor is the courtyard where the dragon nest is located.

The thick stone pillar, a root of the sky, the patterns carved on it are dark and dull.

The dark fire seemed to be extinguished, and it was invisible.

Feng Lan stood for a long time and walked towards the corridor, as if it was a canyon formed by the ice crack, and the wind arrow frost knife was blowing on the face.

He focused on listening to every voice coming,

The sorrowful voice is similar to the singing singing of the dragon,

Occasionally a few corners are similar to Shanhe Jue.

However, Shanhe Jue does come from another modern planet world, which has confirmed that it has a different relationship with the undead.

Feng Lan recited the mountains and rivers, and naturally suppressed the frustration, seemed to sing, and the rhythm was just right.

"Shameless evil betrayal,

Glory of blood and fire,

Defend order and time,

""

The old voice followed the epic.

Feng Lan heard a bit of hesitation, a little desolate.

Feng Lan walked faster and faster, crossing the heavenly corridor, appearing in front of the dragon nest.

The dragon's nest seems to be woven from the gray stems and the gray grass, extending to the four poles, and cannot see the edge.
To be continued...