Long Junchen looked at the slowly blurred influence around him, and at all the fading fog shadows, his heart suddenly jumped for half a beat. Then, his pupils suddenly dilated, and in front of that world, he even lost the power of his breathing.

The surroundings are no longer the fresh Tingting Manor, no longer the blue sky and red sun. Standing beside him, he is not the graceful and friendly Ning Feng'er. At this time, he is standing at a loss on a vast ice field. The north wind is whispering, and the deep blue cold gently stings Long Junchen's skin. The plain white and slightly blue ice layer covers the mountains that pierce the sky. The sky is rich and bloody red, and the rainstorm is pouring. Every drop of water is bright red. The fishy water droplets wet Long Junchen's whole body and flow down Long Junchen's hair, as if something strange is above Long Junchen's head!

On the top of the ice peak, a giant dragon was lying quietly, like a huge piece of skin on the ice peak, with its wings hanging to the foot of the mountain, and the thick blood dyed the entire ice peak red. Long Junchen swallowed his saliva with difficulty, because at this time, groups of people were climbing up along the dragon's wings, and the shouts were deafening. The people who climbed to the top surrounded the dragon's head. They nailed the dragon's skull with sharp iron cones and tapped the tail of the iron cone. Every time they drilled a hole, a white slurry gushed out like a fountain, and in a moment they evaporated into rich white air. The white air that turned into blood was like the water vapor gathered on the blood clouds above their heads. Those people cheered and shouted loudly.

"Hundreds, a hundred men slaying the dragon?" Long Junchen looked at the scene in shock. Those naked men, like bloodthirsty sharks, killed the dragon, and everyone worked together to place the dragon's huge corpse on the top of the mountain, allowing its wings to hang to the foot of the mountain. Its blood flowed down like magma, dyeing the entire mountain red, melting ice and snow, and rising to the sky with bloody water vapor, turning into dark red clouds, and falling bright red rain.

The person who killed him cheered in the rain, raised his head and drank the blood as mellow as craft jade liquid. Long Junchen looked at the picture, slowly freezing, and then turned into strands of golden lines, outlined into a miserable picture. A gust of wind blew and then slowly dissipated.

Long Junchen was shocked, suddenly opened his eyes, and the respiratory system started working again. He gasped heavily. It took a while before he recovered. Only then did he realize that he was lying on a cold bed, covered with a blanket, and put it all the way to his neck.

This is a quaintly decorated study room with bookcases all around, and a crystal chandelier hanging on the roof, shining with a crystal luster. At the desk not far away, the handsome man was lying on the table and was dozing. Long Junchen sat up straight with some effort and looked around.

"Ah, Brother Long, are you awake?" The handsome man from Dao narrowed his eyes and raised his messy head. He found that Long Junchen had woken up. He hurriedly wiped the saliva from his mouth, changed into a flattering smile, and greeted him with a smile.

"Where is this? Ah, my head hurts so much, I can't remember anything!" Long Junchen struggled to sit up from the bed. He pressed his forehead. There seemed to be a blood vessel in his head rushing, as if there was a needle piercing it on it.

"This is in my resting room. You just went to a room with Miss Ning, and then you fell into a coma for no reason. I don't know what evil he was. Brother Long, you can really sleep. You have been sleeping for two hours in this daytime." The handsome man from Dao helped Long Junchen up and carefully took a cup of hot water to the latter. Long Junchen rubbed his temples that were sore, and he felt a little painful in his muscles and bones. Suddenly, he realized something and his pupils couldn't help but shrink!

I am a top immortal. I have vast spiritual consciousness and endless magic power. I have pure dragon-patterned bloodlines in my body. Whether it is to maintain my body from magic or protect my body, I cannot lose consciousness for no reason. Could it be that the hallucinations I just had just appeared? Or is the power that was above me just now!? Could it be, a real dragon?! Is it true that my father once had a secret secret??!

Long Junchen didn't dare to think about it anymore, but he knew very well that at this time, the appearance of a real dragon in this place and this kind of illusion must be related to the mine he planned to go to. It seems that the female ghost was also manipulated by the power behind this, and innocently became the guide for the immortals to guide the way. Long Junchen now has the news that he needs to know, but it is not sure what the power behind this wants to do?

Long Junchen took a deep breath, and his back was wet with cold sweat like rain. His face turned red and he quickly put on his clothes. He could not wait any longer. He wanted to know the truth now.

The mine entrance was opened on the hillside, and the mine entrance was sealed by a large iron fence gate. A thick and rusty iron chain was tied to the door. A huge iron lock was hung on the iron chain with the three big words Bandell written on it. The iron chain was new, but it was rusted because there was too much rain these days.

After rust, it was difficult to open it with the key. The handsome man of knife glanced at Long Junchen next to him. Long Junchen nodded slightly. The latter took out a large vise and took a long time to untie the chain tied to the large iron door. He pulled off the vines and weeds that grew on the iron door and glanced secretly into the iron door with a palpitation.

The handsome man tinkered for a long time. Although the lock was broken, the door could not be opened. He could only call Long Junchen and Ning Feng'er to help. Several people worked together to push the big iron door open, revealing the mine cave inside.

The mine cave was dark and filled with a damp smell. The yin energy was slight disgusting. A mine tunnel that extended downwards all the way to the dark cave. The rusty rails stretched along the mine tunnel to the depths of the mine cave, and there was no end to see.

Long Junchen patted Ning Fenger and the handsome man on the shoulders, then lit three long dark candles and handed them to Ning Fenger and the handsome man on each other. Long Junchen walked in front alone, Ning Fenger and the handsome man on the sword followed him and walked carefully into the dark mine track along the railway tracks under his feet.

Although there is a Changming Candle, the range of the Changming Candle is limited, and the surrounding darkness cannot be illuminated at all. Therefore, no one knows what is hidden in those hidden darkness?

The mine cave is like a maze, with different sizes, heights and widths, and different widths and narrow mineral paths crisscrossing. They walked through many forks along the way, and each fork leads to different directions. Long Junchen silently recited Long Kewu's map in his heart, but found that the guy's drawing seemed useless. After entering this dark mine cave, except for exploring by himself, everything else seemed to be dropping the bucket.
Chapter completed!