Mysterious ink painting space on white rice paper.

The huge bone dragon crawls and twists, and the divine bones have not decayed for tens of thousands of years to suppress the sea of ​​corpses. No one knows where the countless corpses came from, their identities and who killed them, let alone how the dragon fell. Everything is a mystery.

, the world’s greatest secret is hidden under the frozen soil of the Arctic ice sheet.

The ink space is very quiet and in vain. The dragon bone's ferocious mouth swung twice, as if the bone dragon was resurrected and something was about to come out of its mouth...

Bai Yujun dragged his spear to the front of the dragon's mouth. The space was too small to pass easily.

Bang~!

The spear was thrown out first, and then he jumped down.

Jiao Naoren'er was buzzing with excitement after receiving the magic weapon. His eyes were bent like crescents and he couldn't see the road. When he jumped out from the position of his front teeth, his trouser legs accidentally caught on the sharp teeth and he fell face down...

Bang~ He lay firmly on the ground, a pile of various treasures fell in front of him, gold and silver jewelry were scattered on the ground, and the dragon ball in his arms rolled away far away and then automatically rolled back.

He got up and quickly put away the treasure. He picked up the black gun barrel and white gun blade domineering dragon gun without paying attention.

It's very heavy and can't be lifted without effort.

I looked over and over carefully, and the more I looked at it, the more satisfied I became. It was very long. It stood almost two feet tall. The slender blade accounted for a large proportion. The gun body was hard. It was different from those ordinary objects with a wooden tip on the front end. Every detail was unique.

It's telling that it's a high-end character, but it looks extremely ordinary. It doesn't shine, doesn't have the legendary self-awareness, it's just a spear!

It's sharp enough, hard enough, and heavy enough, suitable for use by brutal and brutal violent maniacs.

"Let's just call it Dragon Spear from now on."

Whisper like a propeller, swing it around a few times, and make two concave shapes.

"From now on, if you look at someone you don't like, just stab him to death with a gun! I'll stab him!"

Thinking back to the few marksmanship moves that I can't remember, I danced with my spear to my heart's content, jumping up or thrusting. The more I used it, the easier it became. The little white figure held the dragon gun and flew up and down, sweeping and thrusting. I saw the slender spear blade's white light connecting into a white line.

Streamers~

The spear is the king of weapons. The most common weapon on the battlefield is the long spear. Together with knives, bows, arrows and shields, it constitutes the basic combat weapon of the army. Swords are suitable for hanging on the waist for dignity, and can only be played by monks or martial arts masters who have practiced for many years.

Turns out, which one is better to use is a knife or a gun.

After playing for a long time, I decided to stop and rest. The more I looked at the spear, the more satisfied I became.

This thing is definitely a treasure, definitely not a magic weapon, and it doesn't look like a higher-level treasure. Now Bai Yujun has never seen a spiritual weapon, and he feels that the thing used by Shenlong doesn't look like a spiritual weapon in this world. Specifically,

I don’t know what the level is, but it must be more powerful than all the magic weapons in this world.

Although it is so powerful, it cannot easily break other people's weapons. No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it depends on the strength of the wielder. You can just think about it when you fall asleep at night.

Recalling the records about weapon refining in the library of Chunyang Palace, I sat down obediently, put the dragon spear in my arms and started refining it. The main thing was to separate a trace of my own energy and spirit into the dragon spear, so that I could become more skillful.

Heavy swords and shields are not as good as dragon spears, so they don't need to be refined and fused, which is a slow job.

Fortunately, the last owner of the dragon gun died tens of thousands of years ago, and the traces left by the dragon in the dragon gun have disappeared over time without any hindrance.

Miraculously, the refining was completed very quickly. It seemed that... only the right bloodline could refine it.

Buzz~

The dragon gun trembles as if it has some spirituality.

"It's too big. It would be great if it could be turned into hairpins like those in the legend."

The words just fell...

Huh~!

The dragon spear instantly turned into the size of a palm hairpin. Bai Bai was stunned and almost threw the hairpin away. Then he was ecstatic. There was such a magic weapon in the world!

"Hahaha~haha~uh..."

After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I didn’t need hairpins in my hair.

Bai Yujun's black hair is extremely thick. For ordinary people, the black hair is only a thin layer on the top of the head. However, Bai Yujun's hair is very thick. Even if it is spread down, it looks like she has had a hair style. She looks small. I don't know when she took human form.

How is it done? The snake's hair is actually thicker than that of a human being.

Sometimes long hair is really inconvenient, but I don’t want to lose it.

"How should I carry it on a daily basis? Hang it around my neck as a pendant?"

The dragon spear quickly turned into a big metal trap wrapped around the slender jade neck. It was speechless. It looked like a little King Kong Nezha, which was not good-looking at all.

"Wear it on your wrist as a bracelet?"

The dragon spear wandered to the white wrist and turned into a dragon-shaped bracelet. It looked good when I raised my arm to take a closer look, but it was a bit too obvious, so it was better to hide it.

After thinking about it, he raised his foot to expose his ankle. The dragon spear left his wrist and wrapped around his ankle, turning into a black anklet.

I walked a few steps and tried it out, and it seemed quite fun. I jumped around without delay. If I didn’t lift my trousers, I couldn’t see them at all. It was very convenient. Having more accessories can also make me look wealthy.

I'm almost done with my work and I think it's time to leave here, but... I'm not used to walking away after taking so many benefits.

"Hey~ I have to leave~"

I yelled a pretense of goodbye, but didn't hear any response.

Sudden!

The world of ink and wash changed again, and the thick black ink gathered into a long phantom of a divine dragon, which was virtual and real. The ink and wash dragon flew around above the head, scaring a certain dragon to raise his shield again...

"Real...real dragon...!"

Is this guy not dead yet? Is the dragon soul coming to seize his body? Can he be defeated?

For a moment, Jiao Naoren was running fast, looking around to see if there was any place where he could escape. Faced with a real dragon that was a big boss tens of thousands of years ago, the little white Jiao couldn't afford to offend him, so he quickly took out his sword and was careful!

The dark dragon that looked like an ink painting landed on the ground and bent down to look at Bai Bai without showing any hostile behavior.

A beautiful eye appeared on the edge of the shield and he blinked, carefully staring at the huge ink dragon, with a soul-calming talisman in his mouth. If things go bad, I hope this talisman can work to protect safety. After all, it was also made by the Sanqing sect.

, I hope this true dragon will not care about us for the sake of Sanqing...

Suddenly, the giant dragon raised its claws and pressed down on Bai Yujun!

A certain Bai had had enough, so he raised his shield and waved his sword to show him the resistance from the white dragon!

"Hey! Eat my sword! The first form of Chunyang Sword Technique..."

Bai Yujun, who was wielding the horizontal knife, stood motionless. He stared wide-eyed at the claw made of ink above his head and gently touched his head. The tip of the dragon's claw was retracted without any malice. He moved very gently, as if he was afraid of hurting the little one, and touched the hair on the top of his head.

Some were scattered, and Bai Yujun, who was holding a shield and a sword, was a little confused.

Putting down his sword and shield, he stared blankly at the huge black-gray ink dragon. He saw that the other party had no malice and even showed concern.

"Who are you?"

no reply.

"Are you still alive? Do you want me to help you put your remains to rest? Oh, no, the dragon was born in heaven and earth and lasts longer than heaven and earth, and will return to heaven and earth after death..."
Chapter completed!