Record of Chaos

　　 (852 is now the tomb of the sea god, originally the city of scorpion)

　　 The two people walked on a muddy road between the mountains. Whether it is on the road or in the air, some are transparent, some are reflective, and some are blurred, just like the spatial cracks of various glass fragments.

　　 is used to control things with Qi, controlling more than ten traction stones to levitate in the sea, forming a light net for traction. Wherever he went, those sharp cracks were also pulled and changed, changing directions.

　　 In fact, he is also a little worried. Going at this speed, they are afraid they may not be able to reach the valley after three days.

　　 This will exceed the time limit agreed upon by him and King Yun. At that time, the people of the dust tribe who waited impatiently would definitely be detonated again, and King Yun had to continue to build the tower. They may also be permanently trapped under the ice.

　　 And even though he has prepared enough water droplets, he can only support three or five days of breathing. Once this time is exceeded, the air in the water droplets will naturally disappear, and it is useless to prepare more.

　　 While he was advancing, thinking about whether there was a shortcut, he suddenly felt that all the brains around him were touched by some kind of great force.

　　 Like warm sunlight shining over, whether on the ground, under the silt or suspended in the air, all the spatial cracks melted and disappeared like ice flowers. A flat avenue appeared from the sky.

　　 Of course, for these monks, being able to fly past without hindrance is already a broad road. But what appeared in front of them was not an empty space, but an ancient stone bridge spanning the bottomless abyss between two mountains.

　　 The stone bridge can run four carriages in parallel. They are all huge trapezoidal stones piled into an arc. They are built between two mountains by self-reconstruction and are indestructible.

　　 It’s just that no one has walked this road for many years. The rocks are mottled and dark, covered with deep sea mud, and the remains of weird creatures that do not know where they have fallen.

　　 Strange worms and tiny creeping creatures wandered among these silt remains for food.

At the end of the stone bridge is a relatively bright gap in the mountain, which is the bottom of the slit seen before.

　　 This is no longer filled with dark sea water like other places on the Ming Cang seabed, but a **** shimmer seeps from here.

　　 A tall and mighty figure stood at the gap. He was draped in cyan scales without arms, and his head was draped randomly behind him, revealing a pair of muscular arms.

　　His appearance resembles a human being, and each of his facial features can be considered flawless individually.

　　 But when they are combined together, I don’t know if the distance between the eyes is slightly wider or the distance between the nose and the mouth is too short, which always makes people feel a little uncoordinated.

　　 As soon as he saw the person at the end of the bridge appear, he had already knelt down and said, "The next one is warm, and see the Lord."

　　Venerable is the name given to monks in the snow tribe. The Snow Race is a race that is dominated by "Venerables", and other people, including all affiliated races, are willing to serve as servants. To call the Lord is equivalent to calling the Master.

　　 Lan Ruoshuang glanced at the appearance of this weird person, then squinted his eyes and didn't want to look again. She is a perfectionist woman, and when she saw this face, she felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten something.

　　 "Kairen," she muttered while looking away, "Lead the way."

　　 Lan Ruoshuang just vomited the word "Sailor" in a flat manner. But these two words shot into Wen Shou's heart like a flash of lightning, reminding him of something.

　　 Since he woke up in this valley, he didn't know who he was and what kind of race he was. The only thing he knew was to wait here for the return of Xuan Ming's descendants. But now he suddenly remembered that he was a shark.

　　鲛人 are an ancient race on the seabed, but they were never civilized before the appearance of Snow Country. Has been living a primitive life like wild beasts.

　　 After cutting through the ice, the Snows domesticated some of the sea sharks and used them as slaves to build a city on the seabed of Beiming, drawing the earth gas from the "black chimneys" on the seabed.

　　 This city is now God Corpse Valley!

　　Although they are slaves, many sharks have also obtained a cultivation method specially created for them by the snow people in the process, and they have been promoted to demon cultivation and even incarnate in human form.

　　 This submarine city is also becoming more prosperous, gathering a large number of submarine creatures, and it has almost become a holy place for Beiming and nearby marine creatures to worship.

　　 Just what happened later? Why is he the only one left here? He can't remember it anymore. The memory in his brain is very incomplete.

　　 "Excuse me, the one behind?" He did not immediately get up and lead the way.

　　 "That's the servant of this lady." Lan Ruoshuang twisted the hair hanging on her cheeks behind her ears and smiled, "He will follow obediently behind him. Leave him alone."

　　 Wen Shou dared to look up at this moment, but just in time saw Lan Ruoshuang break his hair, revealing half of his cheek.

　　 He always thought that as a morphing monster, his morphing was perfect enough, even compared to the dragon clan, each had its own advantages. It wasn't until he saw Ao Shan that he realized that people described her appearance as beautiful.

　　 But when he saw this Xuanming descendant again, all the ideas in his mind were subverted again.

　　 Ao Shan is a rare beauty even in the human world. But Lan Ruoshuang naturally has a terrible charm in his bones, which cannot be replaced by any beauty.

　　 For normal men, she is already a potent aphrodisiac that can walk, not to mention to this guy who has withered in the valley and a group of weird morphs for five hundred years?

　　 But unlike Ao Shan, Lan Ruoshuang’s "female" has side effects. When a woman saw her, not only did she not feel beautiful, but she felt disgusted. Du Li is so, even Ling, who has a heart-like heart, can't help but want to do it...

　　 "Could this be the pure blood of Xuanming!"

　　 Wen Shou already felt the strong suppression of this bloodline force. But the terrible beauty of this woman is more attractive to her.

　　 This attractive feeling made him want to serve her from now on, letting go of his life without asking for anything in return. He just wanted to be satisfied with this face once in a while.

　　 He was extremely envious of the "servant" in the dark blue robe behind him. They are all slaves, and they can follow the beauty behind them, but they are alone in the empty valley.

　　 But he secretly shook his head. The Dragon's marriage certificate is still in his arms. Strictly speaking, he is now the son-in-law of the Dragon Clan.

　　 And this poor descendant of Xuan Ming, a peerless beauty, after all, has a rosy face, but in the end he doesn't know which dragon king is cheaper.

　　 He lowered his head and retreated to the door. He was about to turn around and lead the master into the valley. Suddenly, the "servant" in front of him spoke:

　　 "Friend Taoist Wen, don't worry."

　　 Wen Shou turned around. The man kept a distance, at least fifty steps away from him.

　　 But vaguely, he felt that the man's eyes were sharp, and he seemed to be sweeping around on his body intentionally or unconsciously, as if he had something to hold on his body~www.readwn.com~Why hesitate? "

　　 "Haha, it's nothing." The man retracted his gaze, "How long has Brother Wen lived here, can you see any dragons around here?"

　　 Wen Shou's heart moved. Is this suspecting him of colluding with the Dragon Race?

　　 These two had just killed Duxi Sea Dragon King Ao Shen on the road, so it is normal for them to have doubts. But as long as he was killed and denied, the other party would definitely find no evidence.

　　"Since the descendants awakened in the valley, they have guarded five hundred and sixty-three springs and autumns here, and have never left the valley. Dragons are scattered throughout the sea, and it is not surprising that dragons occasionally appear here.

　　 "It's just that there are a lot of restrictions here, and the dragons absolutely cannot enter the Valley of the Divine Corpse. The two sages can rest assured!"

"Oh?" Wen Shou suddenly felt that the person's gaze was torch, and he swept over again, and he would stare at the blue armor he was wearing, "That fellow Taoist is really good, and I want one too, brother. , I don’t know where I bought it."

　　 This makes Wen Shou panic. This armor was naturally given to him by Ao Shen. Ao Shen is also wearing a similar armor, but the shape is slightly different.

　　 These two people just killed Ao Shen. Could it be that they were suspicious when they saw this armor? How can I be so stupid that I forgot to replace this armor first! What a sparseness.

　　 But he immediately calmed down and said without changing his face:

"The subordinates couldn't bear to live in the valley, so they instructed some aquatic people to enter the road, and received a few clumsy disciples. This A was offered by a disciple who returned from a trip to the East China Sea. The source of it... the subordinates never asked. "

　　 "Oh, that's it." His eyes flashed, and he didn't ask any more.