Burn.

Chen Changsheng said to himself, very calm.

As these three words sounded in his heart, the field carrying starry snow chips burned rapidly, and the fire was countless times bigger than before. In just an instant, the snow chips burned clean, and at the same time, the clear lake water around Lingtai Mountain also produced a dark blue flame, which looked extremely beautiful.

The snow chips melted into clear water, turned into clouds and mist, or condensed into water again, or spread in the form of clouds and mist. Those were true energy, violently and rapidly raging in his body, forcibly breaking through his blocked meridians, and on the dry riverbed, whether it was a stone forest or abyss in front, they were always moving forward ruthlessly.

The violent true energy ignited his blood, ablated his internal organs and meridians, causing unimaginable pain, making his face extremely pale and his eyes brighter and brighter.

Chen Changsheng raised his realm to the peak without hesitation, standing on the threshold between life and death. He was fighting with his life. Only in this way could he provide enough true energy to the short sword in his hand and awaken its soul.

The huge golden-winged roc in the sky in front of the tomb looked down at him indifferently, with a strong wind and white air flow mixed into the light on the edges of its wings. Looking extremely magnificent, the divine fire in its eyes became even more radiant, and it even had a vague sense of admiration.

Chen Changsheng's body bathed in dragon blood had almost perfect defense ability. However, with the ignition of the snow field, until the lake water began to burn. It was unimaginable that the number of true energy exploded in his body. His body finally couldn't bear it and began to collapse.

The first one was the corner of his eyes, then the eardrum, and several blood flowed out of his facial features. Then the skin on his face began to crack, and blood flowed out, which looked extremely terrifying. In the cracked blood marks, you could see flesh and bones, and you could also see the faint flames of starry spots. Blood flowed on his face, flowed on his hands, wet his clothes, wet the hilt of the sword, landed on the ground of the stone platform, and then continued to burn.

A scent that could not be described in words spread around the tomb as his blood was blowing away. As the blood burned, the fragrance became numerous times stronger and spread farther, until it reached the edge of the grassland.

The monsters that are most sensitive to this fragrance are naturally the monsters. The black ocean around the tomb became violent again. The monsters that were suppressed by the golden-winged roc and dared not look up could not bear the temptation in the blood fragrance that seemed to come from the deepest part of life. They all raised their heads and looked above the tomb, panting quickly, making horrible sounds, saliva, and beast eyes were fishy red, excited and greedy.

The golden-winged roc also smelled this bloody fragrance, covering the shadows in the sky. Its eyes were like two swaying divine fires. At this time, the two scattered fires burst violently, and the indifferent sacred aura finally had a certain emotion.

That emotion is a compliment, yearning, desire, and... desire for life.

This is the emotion that Chen Changsheng fears the most, and it was the thing he once feared the most, but now he is not afraid, because life and death are between the lines, and his feet have already stepped on the threshold. If he wants to burn himself to wake up this soul, why bother those gazes?

The shadow of the golden-winged roc fell on the tomb. It spread its wings and covered the grassland that was thousands of miles in a radius. Both the sky and the earth became dark, and all the light between the tombs was covered, as dark as the real night that this grassland had never seen before. Ten thousand swords trembled slightly and were almost unable to bear it. Some swords gradually fell like fallen leaves.

An absolutely supreme pressure mixed with the most authentic greed desire, as if it turned into something substantial and fell on Chen Changsheng in front of the main entrance of the tomb.

In an instant, the blood flowing on his body condensed, the burning flames were extinguished, and the black hair tightly tied behind him spread, and then it began to wither and turn yellow from the end of the hairline, gradually turning into ash, falling down rustling.

wake up.

He thought to himself as he looked at the dagger in his hand.

wake up.

He said silently to his heart.

What is your heart? Is You Mansion. Where is You Mansion? On Lingtai Mountain. Chen Changsheng's You Mansion Gate has already opened. There is no fallen leaf on Lingtai Mountain. It is wrapped in the lake that looks real and illusory. The mountain is in the lake.

The lake hanging in the sky was very clear and transparent, with blue flames burning on the surface. In the deepest part of the lake, the black dragon's soul was floating quietly. With Chen Changsheng's call, a very slight tremor spread from the You Mansion to the mountain path of Lingtai Mountain, and then to the lake. The lake water began to ripple gently, gently washing the black dragon's body, like a gentle caress, like my father calling her to get up every morning when he had not left home.

The black dragon slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of confusion appeared in his vertical pupils. He looked at the ice particles in the lake water around him, and took a moment to remember what had happened before he fell asleep. Then she felt the vibration from the secluded palace deep in the lake water, heard Chen Changsheng's voice, and just instantly understood what was happening outside at this time, and even saw the golden-winged roc in the sky.

A cold breath emanated from her pupils, which was arrogance and contempt. Although she was just a soul-lost at this time, she could not bear the challenge of the Golden-winged Roc to herself. The slightest arrogance and contempt turned into violent anger.

A clear and angry dragon roar sounded in the depths of the lake water, but it did not spread far away, causing the lake water to roll continuously, and the surface of the lake water burned even more violently. With a loud bang, the black dragon broke through the lake water, left the You Mansion, flew over the field where the snow had burned out, followed the True Yuan River woven by clouds and clear water, flew over the riverbed that was no longer dry, flew over the broken stream and abyss, and entered his arm with Chen Changsheng's consciousness, and then left to enter a brand new world.

The black dragon's soul-leaving soul entered the short sword. For her, it was a completely unfamiliar world, filled with golden light. What made her feel most inexplicably intimate was that she felt two extremely familiar auras in this world. The powerful two auras even made her a little uneasy, but she could not have the idea of ​​resisting because the two auras were elders.

No one knows, even Chen Changsheng himself doesn’t know how closely the short sword is connected with the dragon clan.

In the old temple in Xining Town, I gave him this dagger. He has participated in many battles with this dagger. The sharpness of this dagger has shocked the world a lot, but in fact, the real power of this dagger has never been exerted.

Because his realm is too ordinary, he cannot cultivate the sword intent worthy of this sword. It is also because after the sword was successfully refined fifteen years ago, he has been in a kind of unwilling mood and refuses to wake up.

Until this moment, the dragon soul entered the short sword and met the sword intent of the Dragon Roar Sword. The sword finally woke up.

Really woke up.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what had happened to the dagger, but he knew that the sword had woken up.

The soul of the sword woke up.

He looked up at the golden-winged roc above the tomb, with a calm expression, bright eyes, and full of fighting spirit. The thousands of swords around the tomb slowly adjusted their direction and pointed to the roc as he looked at it, and was about to set off.

Go, he said to Daojian in his heart, but he didn't know that these two words were shouted out from his mouth.

"Go"

He threw the dagger in his hand into the sky

The short sword turned into a golden light, left the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the tomb, flew towards the golden-winged roc, and was shaken between heaven and earth. Tens of golden light appeared in front of the tomb, and thousands of swords sounded, emitting a crisp or hoarse sword sound.

Ten thousand swords whizzed through the air, and shone brightly with the short sword

The yellow paper umbrella shook gently in his left hand, as if cheering and blessing.

The dagger draws a straight line in the dark sky.

Ten thousand swords followed closely behind it, turning into a thin belt about ten miles long.

Ten thousand swords came to the sky, and the light overflowing by the wings of the golden-winged roc fell on them.

The thousands of swords reflected the light and kept flashing, as if they were scales.

Ten thousand swords are ten thousand scales, connected in the sky, and at the forefront of them is the short sword.

The dagger exudes unimaginable pressure and light.

A faintly, in that sacred light, a golden dragon head seemed to appear.

It was the dragon's head of a golden dragon, with its whiskers dancing, cutting through the sky.
Chapter completed!