History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge looked at the ice seat, and could feel the momentum of the dragon and dragon plate on it for a long time.

As if passing through time, you can see the old scene, there is a powerful warrior of the Martial Saint, just sitting there, and then looking at the icicle in the center of the hall.

Yan Zhaoge came to the seat, turned to look at the hall, and looked at the center of the hall, the body of the frozen real dragon.

Ahu also calmed down at this time and asked, "Son, it's more difficult to collect this true dragon's body. What should we do to take it away?"

Yan Zhaoge said: "Don't worry about that, I already have an idea in mind, let's check the other things in the Ice Palace first."

Ahu promised to search for it.

Yan Zhaoge stayed in place, thinking about his chin.

When Ahu came back, he saw that the harvest was quite fruitful.

Ahu, who was so excited because of Zhenlong's death, laughed so much that he couldn't see his eyes.

Because of the long time, many things in the Ice Palace have been decayed today, and have lost their due value and role.

But even so, there are still many treasures left in the place where the Ice Dragon Wusheng lived in the past, which can still be used today.

As a strong in the Holy Realm, the private property of Binglong Wusheng is still very rich.

Although it can't be compared with the holy land forces like Guangcheng Mountain, as a lone warrior, it is really rich.

The collection of Yuan Sheng, who is also Wu Sheng, will be much inferior.

After checking the things, Yan Zhaoge felt even better: "Well, looking at something, when Binglong Wusheng came back here for the last time and then left again, he was not in a hurry. When he wanted to come by himself, maybe it was relatively normal Once out. "

"At least, in his expectation, he won't go back."

Yan Zhaoge said in a deep voice: "Perhaps, he was exploring the so-called" Dragons into the Sea "secret, and then disappeared, life and death became a mystery."

Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge once again checked through the treasures in the Ice Palace to find possible clues.

Finally, a few broken scales attracted Yan Zhaoge's attention.

"Dragon Scale ..." Although the spirit in the scales had gradually disappeared, Yan Zhaoge quickly distinguished it.

Walking to the icicle in the center of the hall, Yan Zhaoge carefully observed the body of the real dragon frozen inside, and then looked at the broken scales in his hand: "It's not the dragon."

"After putting the scales back together, maybe there will be gains." Yan Zhaoge pondered and looked up at the huge icicle in front of him.

Stretching out his hand and pressing on the icicle to feel the cold breath, Yan Zhaoge's eyes closed.

After a while, he took out the pillars of the shrine that turned into short stone sticks.

The pillar of the shrine was huge again, and it stood against the main hall of the ice palace with the icicle.

Yan Zhaoge pressed both hands on the icicles that frozen the real dragon's body, and penetrated into it with his own gas.

With his hands as the center, a quadrilateral pattern appeared, and the interspersed reflections began to emerge from the icicle.

Yan Zhaoge withdrew a palm and took out a pair of silver rings from what Binglong Wusheng left here.

With a slight twist of your finger, the two silver rings flew out one by one.

The silver ring flying upward falls on the position where the icicle contacts the top of the hall, while the silver ring flying downward falls on the base of the icicle standing on the ground below.

The two silver rings also turned into silver and white auras, which slowly merged into the icicles and disappeared.

Yan Zhaoge put his hands on the icicles again, and then rolled the gas in his hands, sucking the icicles.

It used to look like a huge icicle that was inseparable from the ice palace hall. At this time, during the shock, it was gradually moved by Yan Zhaoge.

During the friction, a lot of broken ice fell above, and the icicles became shorter. Yan Zhao singer exerted his strength to make the icicles fall down.

The silver and white light patterns on the icicles are shining brightly, and the body of the real dragon frozen in it remains still, as if sleeping.

Yan Zhaoge tried to put this huge icicle in a miniature bag.

But before that, he was always quiet, even seemingly ordinary icicles, and suddenly there was an extremely powerful breath, terrifying.

The fierce spiritual power, resisting to enter the miniature capsule, almost torn Yan Zhaoge's miniature capsule.

"Sure enough, it is extraordinary." Yan Zhaoge's face remained unchanged, his palm lightly patted the magical corridor column beside him.

The pillars of the shrine shrank a little, and then Yan Zhaoge controlled the fall on the icicle. The strong breath inside the icicle finally calmed down a bit.

Yan Zhaoge even sent the palace pillar and the real dragon to the miniature bag together.

On the other side, Ahu also collected other things, Yan Zhaoge said: "Let's go."

Needless to know, the people of Tianlei Temple are waiting outside the Ice Palace and outside the Ice Lake at this moment.

It is likely that Elder Tian Lei Dian Zhen, who was there before, was also hurried back.

The earth vein ice pith, pitted the Tianlei Hall, and caused the Tianlei Hall to suffer heavy losses in the extreme north. The Tianlei Hall may not have the possibility of deploying troops from the Thunder Domain to increase the number of troops.

But it is not difficult for Yan Zhaoge to leave the ice palace and not leave the ice lake, but take out the ground shuttle, go deep into the lake bottom, and leave from the underground.

Standing in the ground shuttle, looking at the cracks on the surface of the ground shuttle, Yan Zhaoge smacked his mouth: "The pressure was still a little bit in the ice veins of the ground veins before, and the ground shuttle was also seriously damaged. It ’s even worse than the mourning room of the old man. "

Ahu was even more shocked: "Son, this will not go down halfway broken, right? Then we will be buried in the ground."

Yan Zhaoge smiled and said, "Relax, at least enough to complete this trip."

Soon, Pidi Shuo rushed out of the ground, the two saw each other again.

Yan Zhaoge closed the ground shuttle and looked back. In the wind and snow, the horizon of the northern snowfield was wide and desolate.

"Although it is closer to Leiyu, it is not the site of Tianlei Temple." Yan Zhaoge shook his head.

Lin Zhou and others may not know the ground shuttle, but they should all know that they have this treasure.

But apart from guarding the ice lake, they also have no way. The manpower is far from spreading around, completely surrounding the nearby ground.

You can control the ground shuttle yourself, you can choose the direction arbitrarily underground, which is very convenient.

For the warriors in the Thunder Palace, it is more realistic to try to open the Ice Palace as soon as possible.

Yan Zhaoge said to Ahu: "Let's go, pay attention to clean the traces so as not to be traced."

The two headed east again, rushing towards the blue hot spring that was found before.

Yan Zhaoge counted the time, the aura there should have been enough to save.

After many days of trekking and returning to the old place, Yan Zhaoge once again broke open the snow and frozen soil, and the hot blue hot spring reappeared in front of him.

Yan Zhaoge took out a transparent crystal and put it into the blue hot spring.

In an instant, the hot spring became more boiling, and at the same time the blue light faded away, turning into a blood red color.