The beach of the Yellow River after the tide receded was dead silent, and the mud exuded a foul smell. The broken sword in Lin Feng's hand was covered with mottled rust, but at this moment it became his only reliance for exploring the truth. He gritted his teeth and inserted the broken sword into the gap of a moss-carved stone slab. The stone slab was heavy, and every time he pried it a little, he was accompanied by a heavy gasp. Finally, the stone slab loosened, and a strong fishy and sweet smell came to his face, just like a bloody secret that had been sealed for thousands of years was instantly opened, which was disgusting. Below, a deep corridor slowly revealed its true appearance, like the entrance to hell.
The stone walls of the corridor were inlaid with night-shining pearls, but these beads did not emit a soft light, but a strange blood-red color, which made the entire corridor look like the open belly of a giant beast, eerie and terrifying. The residual soul of the mirror spirit hummed uneasily in the fragments of the phaseless mirror, and its voice trembled: "This breath. is exactly the same as those dragon-suppressing nails in Kunlun Ruins. It is extremely dangerous. Should we." The words of the mirror spirit were interrupted by Lin Feng's firm eyes. He knew very well that even if there was a dragon's den and a tiger's lair ahead, only by moving forward could the mystery shrouded the dragon clan be uncovered.
Walking along the corridor, there is a huge stone chamber at the end. Stepping into the stone chamber, Lin Feng took a breath of cold air. Above the dome, thousands of chains were hanging upside down, like the tentacles of the god of death. At the end of each chain, there was an incomplete dragon bone, some broken, some weathered, and the empty eye sockets seemed to silently tell of the pain and unwillingness of the past. In the center of the stone chamber, there stood a three-meter-high stone tablet. The body of the tablet was made of an unknown black boulder, exuding a cold chill. The inscription on the tablet was written with dark red dragon blood. After thousands of years of erosion, it was still bright and vivid, as if it had just flowed up.
Lin Feng, nervous and curious, took three steps towards the stone tablet when he heard a crisp "crack". The nearest dragon bone seemed to be unable to withstand some kind of force and instantly turned into powder and fell down. "Be careful!" Lin Wanqiu's residual soul rushed out of the bone flute. Her red clothes fluttered in the wind of an invisible force. Her hair was messy and her expression was anxious. "These words carry a vicious curse. If you force the interpretation, your blood will be drained in an instant!" However, Lin Feng's eyes were firmly attracted by the beginning of the inscription: "Kunlun Ruins signed a contract in the year of Jiachen, granting the dragon clan the secret of eternal life." Before he finished speaking, the handwriting suddenly twisted and deformed, like countless living things, turning into tiny bloodworms, frantically drilling into his skin.
Severe pain hit Lin Feng instantly, and he felt as if his body was pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time. He held his head with both hands and squatted down in pain. In this severe pain, countless images flashed through his mind: in ancient times, under the vast sky, the dragon clan was wearing heavy armor and looked majestic, but in a tragic battle, they were cruelly pierced through the back by the Kunlun Ruins monks with dragon nails, and the blood dyed the earth red; the scene changed, Lin Wanqiu was wearing the silver scale armor of Kunlun Ruins, with a stern face, and was confronting the dragon leader holding a bone flute, and the two sides were on the verge of a fight. "This is not a covenant, it's a slavery contract!" Lin Feng's eyes were wide open, and he bit his tongue, spurting out a mouthful of blood. He dipped his trembling fingers in the blood and drew the magic-breaking talisman on the stone tablet with difficulty. In an instant, the inscription burst into a dazzling red light, and the light seemed to be mixed with unwilling roars.
"So you're still alive, traitor." A bone-chilling voice, like the north wind of winter, came from above the stone chamber. Following the sound, a white-haired old man stepped on the chain and slowly came down. The old man was wearing a white robe with intricate ice patterns embroidered on the corners. With every step he took, the air around him quickly condensed into ice, and the cold spread. The moment he stood still, the entire stone chamber seemed to be completely shrouded in the cold winter, and sharp icicles rose from the ground, trapping Lin Feng in it in the blink of an eye. When the old man raised his hand, a majestic magic power surged out, and the surface of the Yellow River a hundred miles away froze instantly. The ice was thick, and struggling fish could be vaguely seen in it. They swung their bodies in vain at the last moment of their lives. The old man looked at Lin Feng with cold eyes and said coldly: "The dragon race is born as a servant of Kunlun and dies as a tool of Kunlun. This is your fate from the beginning, and no one can change it."
Hearing this, Lin Wanqiu's residual soul suddenly trembled violently, and the memories of the past were like a surging tide, instantly drowning her. She remembered that she was once the "Dragon Envoy of Kunlun Ruins", wearing gorgeous silver-scale armor, with a jade pendant symbolizing power hanging around her waist, responsible for supervising the dragon clan to execute the blood contract. Shuttled back and forth between the dragon clan's territory every day, she watched the dragon clan work hard under the constraints of the contract, but never doubted the nature of the blood contract. Until that day, she accidentally stepped into the forbidden area of ??Kunlun Ruins and saw the monks of Kunlun Ruins using dragon souls to refine magic tools. The shrill dragon roars and painful soul roars made her inner defenses collapse instantly. At that moment, she resolutely defected with the Yinglong Bone Flute, but she never expected that her actions would implicate the people of Qingtian Village and cause them to be slaughtered. "If I had known the truth about the blood contract earlier, I would rather be buried with Qingtian Village!" Her voice was filled with endless regret and self-blame, and she turned into a dragon-shaped shadow, desperately crashing into the ice pillar that trapped Lin Feng. However, the old man just waved his hand, and an ice blade whizzed out, and Lin Wanqiu's shadow was almost dissipated in an instant, and the light dimmed.
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Just when the situation was in a desperate situation, the bloodworms on the stone tablet suddenly twisted and quickly gathered into the shadow of a fox demon. The fox demon raised a sharp smile at the corner of his mouth, which was full of flattery and pride: "Elder Kunlun, I brought Lin Feng as promised. He not only has precious dragon horn fragments, but also awakened the long-dormant Yellow River Dragon Soul, which can definitely help you accomplish your great cause." When Lin Feng heard this, his mind suddenly became clear. It turned out that the appearance of the fox demon before was not accidental. From the beginning, this was a conspiracy carefully planned by Kunlun Ruins. The residual soul of the mirror spirit roared angrily in the fragments of the phaseless mirror: "It turns out that you have always been their running dog! For your own selfish interests, you actually betrayed us!"
Elder Kunlun nodded with satisfaction, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed slightly. A huge icy hand quickly condensed in his palm. The icy hand was crystal clear, but it exuded a chill that could freeze everything. The icy hand grabbed Lin Feng and Dragon Soul. Wherever it passed, the space was like fragile glass, rippling, and the ground was pressed into deep gullies by the powerful force. Lin Feng clenched the bone flute and poured all his strength into it, trying to play a melody of resistance. However, the sound of the flute became weak in the biting cold, as if it would be frozen at any time.
At the critical moment, Lin Feng's eyes swept towards the stone tablet, and the dragon clan secret method left on the stone tablet suddenly flashed through his mind. He didn't have time to think about it, he gritted his teeth, bit his wrist, and the bright red blood flowed out and dripped on the bone flute. In an instant, the bone flute emitted a deafening dragon roar, with unyielding and awakening in the sound. Those dragon clan souls that were frozen in the stone chamber seemed to have heard the call, and they woke up one after another, turning into golden light, rushing towards Lin Feng and merging into his body. Lin Feng only felt a powerful force surging in his body, and green dragon flames ignited all over his body. The dragon flames burned fiercely, and the temperature was extremely high. Wherever they went, the ice layer collapsed and turned into water vapor and dissipated in the air.
Elder Kunlun's face changed slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his hand and summoned twelve ice cones. The ice cones were diamond-shaped and flashed with cold light. Each one contained a terrifying cold air that was enough to freeze the soul. The ice cones cut through the air and shot towards Lin Feng with a sharp whistle. Seeing this, Lin Wanqiu's residual soul used up the last bit of strength and turned into a shield to block Lin Feng. Her voice was soft but firm: "This time, I will protect you!" The moment the ice cone pierced the shield, a harsh friction sound was made, and Lin Wanqiu's figure became as transparent as paper, and the light became dimmer.
The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the two sides were deadlocked. Suddenly, the stone tablet roared, the sound was dull and heavy, as if it came from the depths of the earth. The remaining words on the inscription began to peel off, falling like snowflakes, revealing the true record on the back: "Anyone who reveals the truth of the blood contract can awaken the sleeping will of the dragon race." As soon as the voice fell, the chains of the entire stone chamber broke at the same time, making a crisp sound. Thousands of dragon bones seemed to be injected with life, emitting a deafening dragon roar, and pounced towards the Kunlun elder and the fox demon. Under the dragon's might, the phantom of the fox demon instantly shattered and turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated. The Kunlun elder had to do his best. The ice layer under his feet spread rapidly, covering most of the stone chamber in the blink of an eye, trying to resist this powerful force.
In the chaos, Lin Feng felt an ancient and powerful force awakening from his body. A huge dragon-shaped shadow slowly emerged behind him, emitting a sacred light, majestic and solemn. The bone flute in his hand also shone with a dazzling light, which seemed to be mixed with the memory and power of the dragon clan. When he played again, the sound of the flute turned into golden sound waves, which were like substance. Wherever they went, the cold air was completely dispelled and the ice layer melted quickly. Seeing that the situation was not good, the elder of Kunlun knew that it would be difficult to win today, so he turned into an ice escape and disappeared in the stone chamber in an instant. Before leaving, he left a cruel word: "Lin Feng, you will pay a heavy price for your decision today!"
After the battle, the stone chamber began to collapse violently, and rocks fell one after another. Lin Feng held the unconscious child and escaped from the ruins with difficulty under the escort of the remnant soul of the dragon clan. The Yellow River surged again, and ice chips from Kunlun Ruins floated on the water. Under the sunlight, they flickered with a faint light, as if telling the story of this thrilling battle. Lin Wanqiu's remnant soul was already very weak, and the light was intermittent. Her voice was soft but firm: "Live with the truth and tell the world that the dragon clan has never been anyone's slave." After that, her figure slowly dissipated, leaving only a dragon scale, lying quietly in Lin Feng's palm.
