Lin Zisang's eyes were low and a stream of light jumped deep, "Because you can afford the word "Ghost Emperor."

Feng Qingcheng's lips outlined a smile, and raised his hand to take the scales: "You are aware of the goods."

Mu Chenxiao suddenly coughed heavily and glared at Lin Zisang with extreme discomfort, but said nothing, but turned around and looked around him.

"Okay, now we need to figure out where we are and find a way out."

What they were in seemed to be a barren mountain. In addition to the huge rocks, they were towering trees that survived tenaciously in the cracks of these rocks.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes accidentally glanced at her around him, and his expression suddenly became a little weird.

Mu Chenxiao looked along her gaze and couldn't help but frowned slightly: "What did you find?"

Feng Qingcheng's eyes were tightly locked on the rocks that were so high in the distance, and he frowned and whispered: "Don't you think this stone is wrong?"

The rock she mentioned was probably two people tall, and it stood among a pile of huge rocks, but it didn't look prominent.

"The rocks here are on the top of the mountain and are very eroded by wind, but this one is still so sharp and stylish."

Mu Chenxiao's fingertips swept across the edge of the rock, and his eyebrows tightened quietly: "The edges are neat and sharp... This is artificially cut."

Indeed, all the rocks around it are extremely smooth, but they are four squares and four straights.

Mu Chenxiao's heart suddenly moved, and he took the long sword in Liu Nian's hand. Under the blue light, he suddenly inserted it into a smooth rock, like cutting a dough with a knife.

But when he pulled out his long sword and inserted into the square rock as he was in a state of force, he heard a crisp sound of breaking.

The long sword in Mu Chenxiao's hand broke with the sound, but it left no trace on the rock.

Feng Qingcheng's thoughts moved, and his steps slightly stepped on the ground, jumped to the top of the rock, and stood in the wind.

"Everyone, you should come and have a look."

When all three of them stood on the stone roof, their pupils shrank.

At Feng Qingcheng's feet, there was a chain as thick as a stone pillar.

The chains stretched out from one end of the boulder and drilled into the rock at the other end, without any trace.

Mu Chenxiao looked at the chain in disbelief and seemed to have realized something: "Is this chain the end of the chain that locked the flame dragon?"

Feng Qingcheng squatted down slowly, brushed his fingertips across the chains, and a line of vigorous and powerful small words suddenly jumped into his eyes.

Mu Chenxiao and Liunian also discovered clues and were surprised and lost their voices: "Ancient text?"

For them, this race that exists completely in the scroll myth has appeared one after another.

It would be fine if the Xuanming Blood Evil in Mu Chenxiao's hand was, it was a dead thing after all.

But now, there is a flame dragon that is imprisoned by the chains of the ancient tribe.

Everyone knows what this means, how can a creature withstand the baptism of time?

Rather than saying that it is locked here by people from the ancient tribe, I don’t know how many years it has gone through.

They would rather believe that it was the descendants of the ancient clan who trapped this behemoth here.

Feng Qingcheng's thoughts were throbbing, and he raised his hand to touch the words on the chain. A light of inspiration flashed in his heart and murmured.

"Using the blood of gods, the dragon is here, and the thing that protects the demons will never end." A stream of light jumped in the depths of Lin Zisang's eyes, "Because you can afford the word "Ghost Emperor."

Feng Qingcheng's lips outlined a smile, and raised his hand to take the scales: "You are aware of the goods."

Mu Chenxiao suddenly coughed heavily and glared at Lin Zisang with extreme discomfort, but said nothing, but turned around and looked around him.

"Okay, now we need to figure out where we are and find a way out."

What they were in seemed to be a barren mountain. In addition to the huge rocks, they were towering trees that survived tenaciously in the cracks of these rocks.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes accidentally glanced at her around him, and his expression suddenly became a little weird.

Mu Chenxiao looked along her gaze and couldn't help but frowned slightly: "What did you find?"

Feng Qingcheng's eyes were tightly locked on the rocks that were so high in the distance, and he frowned and whispered: "Don't you think this stone is wrong?"

The rock she mentioned was probably two people tall, and it stood among a pile of huge rocks, but it didn't look prominent.

"The rocks here are on the top of the mountain and are very eroded by wind, but this one is still so sharp and stylish."

Mu Chenxiao's fingertips swept across the edge of the rock, and his eyebrows tightened quietly: "The edges are neat and sharp... This is artificially cut."

Indeed, all the rocks around it are extremely smooth, but they are four squares and four straights.

Mu Chenxiao's heart suddenly moved, and he took the long sword in Liu Nian's hand. Under the blue light, he suddenly inserted it into a smooth rock, like cutting a dough with a knife.

But when he pulled out his long sword and inserted into the square rock as he was in a state of force, he heard a crisp sound of breaking.

The long sword in Mu Chenxiao's hand broke with the sound, but it left no trace on the rock.

Feng Qingcheng's thoughts moved, and his steps slightly stepped on the ground, jumped to the top of the rock, and stood in the wind.

"Everyone, you should come and have a look."

When all three of them stood on the stone roof, their pupils shrank.

At Feng Qingcheng's feet, there was a chain as thick as a stone pillar.

The chains stretched out from one end of the boulder and drilled into the rock at the other end, without any trace.

Mu Chenxiao looked at the chain in disbelief and seemed to have realized something: "Is this chain the end of the chain that locked the flame dragon?"

Feng Qingcheng squatted down slowly, brushed his fingertips across the chains, and a line of vigorous and powerful small words suddenly jumped into his eyes.

Mu Chenxiao and Liunian also discovered clues and were surprised and lost their voices: "Ancient text?"

For them, this race that exists completely in the scroll myth has appeared one after another.

It would be fine if the Xuanming Blood Evil in Mu Chenxiao's hand was, it was a dead thing after all.

But now, there is a flame dragon that is imprisoned by the chains of the ancient tribe.

Everyone knows what this means, how can a creature withstand the baptism of time?

Rather than saying that it is locked here by people from the ancient tribe, I don’t know how many years it has gone through.

They would rather believe that it was the descendants of the ancient clan who trapped this behemoth here.

Feng Qingcheng's thoughts were throbbing, and he raised his hand to touch the words on the chain. A light of inspiration flashed in his heart and murmured.
Chapter completed!