Chapter 1184 Wildfire Starts a Prairieland (Complete Chapter 1)
This time, Aowu didn't speak again.
Instead, they followed the Dragon Clan all the way north along the West Sea, passing through the Chayao Mountains, crossing the Qianqi Jinghai, the largest in the Six Realms, and finally saw the frozen land at the end of the ancient forest filled with black sand. The ancient battlefield that lasted millions of years was also the original chaotic plain that existed when chaos first emerged.
Here, the dragons can no longer fly in the air, but start walking forward from the entrance of the plain.
This plain holds historical secrets that have been hidden for millions of years, and buried underneath are countless skeletons that have been sleeping for millions of years.
The sky was full of wind and snow, and the ice fields were boundless. As they continued to move forward against the wind, the Dragon Clan met the Xuanfeng, Wujin, Red Snake and other tribes.
This time, the whole world is really in motion, just to prevent a catastrophe from happening.
The tribes braved the wind and snow and moved forward, following the red flame that broke through the thick wind and snow.
Aowu followed closely behind his two brothers.
His spiritual power was weak, so his brothers protected him behind him, and the fur robes they had prepared were draped over him.
This time, the Dragon King did not come with him. The wind and snow became more and more intense. As he walked forward, the only sound left in his ears was the whistling wind.
The vast wind and snow did not affect everyone's determination to enter the ancient battlefield at all.
Aowu looked back behind him.
There is a dark figure in the white sand. From this look, it seems that except for the human race and the demon race, people from the other four races are here.
The human race is the last pure land of the six realms, the origin of the six realms and the beginning of all things, so no matter how big the disaster is, it will not affect it.
As for the demons, as the heavy rain outside continues, they who make a living by cultivating evil spirits may disappear from this world forever.
They all received the golden scroll. It seemed that the people above were determined to make Zhou Ye disappear forever.
Aowu turned around and coughed slightly.
The eldest brother asked loudly.
"How's it going? If it doesn't work, go back to the camp and wait with your parents." Aowu shook his head.
"I'm fine, brother."
He had something to do. It was too cold here. As soon as he entered the abdominal area, Aowu felt that his whole body was frozen.
He is a stone dragon with a high body temperature and is afraid of cold and water. He used to have spiritual power and was not afraid of the biting cold winds of the ancient ice fields, but now he is still a useless dragon without spiritual power to protect his body. The wind carried a biting coldness and easily penetrated the tightly wrapped robes on his body. He was shivering all over, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
These people are going to Zhou Ye.
As Zhou Ye's best friend, how could he watch Zhou Ye being beaten by so many people.
Although I can't do much to help, at least I can cheer him on.
Aowu believes in Zhou Ye.
Even if the entire six realms come together to fight, these people are no match for her.
So he didn't have much nervousness or fear in his heart, he just kept shaking. In order to divert his attention, all he could think about was Qingsang's fair and beautiful face.
Aowu smiled when he thought of her.
He was so cold that he couldn't even feel the snot falling from his nose, but there was still a fire burning in his heart.
Zhou Ye is about to be resurrected.
Although I don’t know what happened during this period, it must be the ancestor’s contribution.
Aowu firmly believes that the ancestor has feelings for Zhou Ye, and he will never watch Zhou Ye's soul disappear.
"Ahem."
He coughed again, sniffed hard, and started to tremble all over.
(End of chapter)