At the end of the day, the stars set in the black mountains.

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The paper umbrella opened and levitated and rotated quietly, taking care of the sleepy little figure lying on the ground, the temperature dropped, the wind blew lightly, but the hair swayed but never woke up. ...

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In the cold and cold night, the stars turned from one side to the other, and occasionally a meteorite fell to the ground.

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The tip of the tail moved as the starlight illuminated the dead grey planet again.

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He slowly raised his head and woke up.

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The air was thin and cold and dry, and the sweat had long since dried.

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I sat up with my hands on the ground and recalled the retrospective image I saw before I fainted. I always felt that it was unreal, as if I had an absurd dream. I wandered around in the starry sky for a few years and ran to this place. Is the war destined or a coincidence?

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The ruins are desolate and quiet, and no sound can be heard.

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He retracted his avatar, stood up and looked left and right. Except for the rocky yellow sand, which is a huge square tripod, there is only oneself in the whole world.

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Putting on the hood, he lifted the dragon spear without saying a word, and flew to the ruins of the Dragon Palace with his feet off the ground.

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He flew over the ruins with a confused expression, passing between the four claws of the dragon statue, and saw some monsters, mourning and white bones scattered in the ruins. The figures of the fallen warriors and monsters kept flashing in my mind...

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Flying to the mountain range, the magnificent palace complex was built in steps from the bottom of the mountain to the highest peak of the mountain, tall and truly miraculous.

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Even though countless years have passed, it is still majestic. Although it is not a floating immortal mountain floating island, the mountain range is majestic like a giant dragon.

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After thousands of years of vicissitudes, the ruins still stand stubbornly.

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The toes of the cloth boots landed gently and stood firm.

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Holding the dragon spear behind his back, he lifted his foot and climbed the ancient stone steps step by step. He didn't fly, the dragon's head was in a mess, his mind was confused, and his eyes were never focused.

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The stone steps are covered with gray sand, mysterious and majestic statues on both sides, and war marks everywhere.

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The shoe kicked into a rotten helmet.

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when clang clang...

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The helmet bounced and rolled down the stone steps all the way, bringing sound to this quiet and dead site.

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The steps leading to the Dragon Palace on the top of the mountain are full of rotten bones, at least all of them are left behind by the powerhouses above the realm of immortals and gods. Otherwise, the bones of ordinary demons and gods cannot be preserved for a long time. Unexpectedly, Bai Yu has not found any keel so far, even a dragon scale. also not found.

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There are only two possibilities.

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No. 1 may have been taken prisoner and gone elsewhere and became a prisoner.

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Second, the dragon's bones, flesh, scales and armor can be refined into weapons or medicinal herbs to nourish, and after being killed on the spot, they are brutally skinned, flesh, cramps and blood...

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The footsteps stopped, and the fingers could not restrain the trembling.

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Lift your head and close your eyes, take a deep breath.

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Once again, I lifted my foot to climb the steps to the top of the mountain, and the camera image was zoomed out to revolve around the small figure. I saw the desolate and mottled ancient stone steps covered with broken weapons and bones, proving that the foot of the mountain to the Dragon Palace was the most tragic battlefield. Kaixiu walked slowly step by step.

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He walked to a huge corpse of a high-level demon, glanced coldly, raised his foot and crushed its skull into powder.

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An hour later.

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A hooded girl appeared on the edge of the plaza on the top of the mountain, and she appeared on the edge of the plaza step by step. Looking back, she saw that the palace on the top of the mountain was parallel to the head of the tall and legendary dragon statue in the distance.

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After a few glances, he turned and walked towards the palace.

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There are more corpses and even many complete skeletons in the square. There is no trace of decay. There are also many weapons and armors that are as smooth as new. It is guessed that a large number of high-level powerhouses fell here.

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The skeletons are big and small, there are demons and monsters, and the shapes are different.

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Carrying the dragon spear, Bai Yu walked through the bones of the monster beast that was taller than the house. The spine and ribs on the top of his head were as crystal clear as iron.

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Passing through the pile of bone helmets and armor, entering the ruins of the ancient palace...

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Empty, quiet.

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Kacha~

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At the entrance of the Dragon Palace, there was a crisp sound when a withered bone was broken by the right foot, and the sound echoed even slightly.

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The inside of the palace is a little dark. Looking out from the inside, the sun shines on the floating dust and you can see the light slanting, and the small figure at the bright door is a little lonely.

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Oh, not only Bai Yu's own dragon, but also the shadow of the elder who was pulled on the ground.

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The hall is very high and big. Bai Yu walks in it like a small ant walking into the hall. The exquisite tree-shaped candlesticks are slanted from east to west. The thick and large dragon pillars will not fall down for ten thousand years. The beam of light above illuminates it, and it seems to have been designed and constructed that way.

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There were corpses all over the place with broken armor, and in the hall, Bai Yu saw many corpses without any signs of decay.

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Lifelike and even the blood is still red...

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Lifting his feet and stepping into the darkness, he walked towards the deep, bright throne dragon chair, stepped over the remains of one after another, turned over the mountain of blood and the sea of ​​blood, and raised the paper umbrella to disperse the darkness and illuminate the way forward.

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Getting closer and closer to the tall dragon chair.

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Climbing up the steps step by step, the closer you get to the dragon chair, the more intense the fight, with sharp weapons everywhere.

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The tall and lifelike corpse, and the cold weapon inserted on the corpse, seems to be guarding the majestic dragon chair of the throne at a high place, and you can see it more clearly when you get closer.

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The dragon chair is very wide and carved with nine dragons like white jade.

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The dazzling rays of light from the dome make the dragon chair radiant, and it is still extraordinary after countless years.

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Walking forward, he noticed that there was a row of metal weapon racks on the side of the dragon chair. The weapons were not there, and they were covered with dust. The empty weapon storage space indicated that there were magical weapons in the past, as if seeing the prosperity and prosperity of the past.

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The little hand touched the weapon rack and walked slowly, and found that there was an empty space that matched the dragon spear.

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Look at the dragon spear in your hand, look at the overhead slot of the weapon, raise the dragon spear, put the spear shaft upright and put it into the empty slot...

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When~!

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When the dragon spear returned to its position, there was a metal crashing sound, and the silent palace echoed endlessly.

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The dust is shaken, the weapon rack seems to be restored to its former glory years, the metal is cold, the endless world wanders and waits for the dragon gun to return for countless years~lightnovelpub.net~ Bai Yu can feel its joy and sadness, the light illuminates the suspension Dust particles, Dragon Spear quietly stayed where it should have been.

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He turned around and walked to the large dragon chair, staring at the mysterious ancient dragon chair in a daze.

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I once saw the dragon chair in the Dragon Palace under the yellow sand of the Longmen Desert. This one is bigger and more imposing. Bai Yu doesn't know much about the division of dragons in ancient times.

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Inhale, puff up your cheeks and blow.

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"Hoo~"

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The dust on the dragon chair was blown away, Bai Yu turned around and waved his sleeves and sat down, leaning back against the dragon chair and reclining listlessly.

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In the ruins of the ancient Dragon Palace ruins in the black hole, the beam of light from the dome illuminates a small area around the dragon chair, and Bai Yu's slender and petite figure looks lonely.

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Confused and confused.

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"Bloodline? Origin..."

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She smiled strangely and shrugged lightly as if she had heard something funny.

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"Hehehe... the second generation of God...hehe..."

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The more he laughed, the more exaggerated he became, covering his stomach with his hands, leaning back and forth.

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"Haha...ha...hehe"

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"Hey hey hey..."

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He laughed so much that he lay on his back on the dragon chair and the flowers trembled, and the empty and dark palace echoed with strange laughter.

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She smiled, and the crystal tears fell down and wet her cheeks.