On the ancient Yellow River Road, the sandstorms were like surging waves, roaring and whistling, carrying the pungent smell of rust, and mercilessly whipping everything in the world. Lin Feng carried Lin Wanqiu's bronze coffin on his back and walked forward with difficulty in the sandstorms. The runes on the coffin flickered faintly under the erosion of the sandstorms. His robes rustled under the grinding of the sandstorms, as if he was also singing a sad song for this unknown journey. The fragments of the dragon horn trembled uneasily in his arms, as if eagerly guiding the direction. Under the cover of this bloody twilight, a deserted village gradually came into view.
At the entrance of the village, the two stone lions lost their majesty, their eyes sunken, and their hollow eye sockets revealed endless dead silence. The night-shining pearls that had been held in their mouths had long been broken, and the dried blood condensed into dark red scabs along the teeth, like hideous scars left by the years, silently telling of the tragic things that had happened here. The residual soul of the mirror spirit trembled violently in the fragments of the phaseless mirror, and his voice was full of shock and excitement: "The spiritual energy here. carries the unique fishy sweetness of the dragon clan, and it is so rich that it is suffocating." Lin Feng heard this, his heart tightened, and he clenched the broken sword in his hand, looking around vigilantly.
When the last ray of sunset sank into the horizon like a falling star, darkness instantly swallowed the deserted village like a tide. At this time, the residual soul of Lin Wanqiu emitted a faint green light in the bronze coffin, the light was soft but revealed a trace of sadness. Lin Feng reached out and gently touched the coffin, and a subtle resonance came from his fingertips, as if countless scales were moving under his skin, which was the bond between him and Lin Wanqiu that was difficult to break. Suddenly, a sound of broken bells came from the depths of the deserted village, crisp and harsh, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night. Lin Feng followed the sound and left under the scattered tiles, half of the stone tablet revealed mottled marks: "Kunlun Ruins established a contract in the year of Jiachen, using dragon blood as a guide to seal the netherworld crack at." However, the inscription stopped here, and was chiseled away by a sharp weapon, leaving only a blank, making people more curious about the secrets hidden behind it.
"Be careful!" The warning from the mirror spirit sounded like thunder in Lin Feng's mind, but it was still half a step too late. Several chains suddenly sprang out from the ground, with ice crystal runes wrapped around them, emitting bursts of coldness, which was obviously the work of Kunlunxu. Lin Feng reacted very quickly, rolled sideways, and the broken sword in his hand with a sharp sword energy chopped the oncoming chains. However, at this moment, he heard the sound of the coffin shaking behind him. Looking back, he saw that Lin Wanqiu's residual soul turned into a phantom and was floating towards the cliff behind the village. The red clothes she was wearing were looming in the wind, like a ball of jumping flames, and she murmured: "Ni Lin. traitor." The voice was ethereal and full of pain.
Lin Feng hurriedly chased after him. Under the cliff, a bronze palace stood quietly. A giant dragon was coiled on the door of the palace, but the dragon's eyes were empty and lifeless, and there was a broken jade pendant between its claws, as if telling the past glory and the present loneliness. Lin Feng groped the wall and entered the palace. As soon as he stepped in, the candlelight seemed to be ignited by some mysterious power and lit up instantly. Thousands of dragon bones were suspended in the air, and each bone was locked with a fine iron ring at the joint. The iron chain extended to the dome, forming a huge star map. The star map flickered with a faint light, as if interpreting an ancient story. In the center of the altar, a bone flute engraved with reverse scales was glowing, and dark brown blood scabs condensed in the flute hole, exuding a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.
"Shoulder the dragon bone flute." Lin Wanqiu's residual soul suddenly became clear. She slowly floated towards the bone flute, and her fingertips gently stroked the bone flute, stirring up a dragon-like tremor. Her voice was filled with endless grief and vicissitudes. "Back then, the traitors of the dragon clan used this flute to summon the dragon souls from outside the domain in order to seek immortality, but they did not expect that this action would make the entire clan become a sacrifice and fall into an irretrievable situation." Before she finished speaking, the crackling sound of burning talismans came from outside the hall, like dense drumbeats. Then, twelve sword lights pierced the night like lightning, and Xuan Xiao led the Kunlun Ruins monks to break through the wall and enter.
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"It's here indeed." Xuan Xiao's white clothes were stained with blood, and he looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes were full of greed and madness. He stared at the bone flute, "As long as we get this thing and use the blood of the dragon spirit to awaken it, Kunlun Ruins will be able to control the Netherworld Rift. By then, the world will be under our control!" After saying that, he waved his arms, and the talismans instantly turned into chains, like ferocious venomous snakes, entangled towards Lin Feng. At the same time, another cultivator offered a jade bottle to collect the remaining soul of Lin Wanqiu. The mouth of the jade bottle emitted a faint blue light, as if it could devour everything. Seeing this, Lin Feng clenched the broken sword, and the fragments of the Wuxiang Mirror instantly burst into golden light, which was dazzling and shook the entangled chains into powder. However, more talismans came like locusts, overwhelming him.
The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the situation became increasingly tense. Seeing that it was difficult to win for the time being, Xuan Xiao suddenly drew out his sword, a trace of determination and madness flashed in his eyes, and he cut off one of his arms. The gushing blood quickly condensed into a blood array in the air, and the blood array emitted a strange light. A deafening roar came from the clouds, and a giant claw covered with purple scales tore through the clouds and fell from the sky. The electric arc covered the bronze palace like a giant net, and wherever it passed, the stone pillars exploded and the debris flew. The roar of the thunder beast was mixed with the roar of the dragon. Lin Feng felt that the fragment of the dragon horn in his arms was beating violently, almost piercing his chest. It was the resonance of blood and also a warning of danger. It made his heart beat faster and cold sweat broke out.
Lin Wanqiu's residual soul suddenly became transparent. Her voice was filled with tears, anxiety and despair: "Don't let the bone flute fall into their hands!" As soon as she finished speaking, she turned into a stream of light and sank into the bone flute. The flute instantly ignited with a green flame, and the flame burned fiercely, as if burning her last strength. Lin Feng held the bone flute without thinking. The hot touch came from his palm, making it almost impossible for him to hold the weapon, but he gritted his teeth and held it tightly. Xuan Xiao took the opportunity to command the thunder beast to attack. The giant claws smashed the altar with the force of thunder. The altar was shaky under this powerful force.
At the critical moment, Lin Feng pressed the fragment of dragon horn on the flute hole. The moment the blood seeped into the bone flute, all the dragon bones in the hall hummed at the same time, the sound was low and shocking, as if the dragons who had been sleeping for thousands of years were waking up. A giant dragon made of starlight flew out of the bone flute. The dragon was agile and its tail swept through. The spells and lightning nets dissipated and the light shone. Xuan Xiao widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and hurriedly commanded the thunder beast to fight desperately. However, in front of the real dragon soul, the thunder beast was just a bluffing puppet and could not withstand a single blow.
The dragon soul opened its mouth and sucked, and the thunder beast turned into a sky full of lightning and dissipated in the air. Xuan Xiao saw that the situation was not good, his face was as pale as paper, and he fled with his disciples in a panic, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye. Lin Feng looked at the bone flute in his hand. At this time, the reverse scale pattern on the bone flute began to flow with golden light, the light was soft and full of power. Lin Wanqiu's residual soul reappeared, this time her smile was relieved and gratified: "Thank you, and for me. to protect the last dignity of the dragon clan." Before she finished speaking, her figure gradually dissipated, leaving only a wisp of green smoke that merged into the bone flute.
The sound of the Yellow River came from afar, like a low drum, bringing this thrilling battle to an end. Lin Feng took the bone flute into his arms. He knew that Kunlun Ruins would never give up. This fight was just the beginning. And what was sleeping in the bone flute might not only be the secret of the dragon clan, but also the power to change the situation in the world.
