There is Yellow Spring below and extreme cold above.
The Extreme Cold is the extremely cold place that people talk about. Many people think that the Extreme Cold Place is a fictional folk legend like Hell and Yellow Springs, but what they don’t know is that it is unknown whether Hell and Yellow Springs exist or not. After all, no one has ever been there, and even if they have been there, they can’t come back to report it. However, the Extreme Cold Place does exist, but it is difficult for ordinary people to find and reach it safely.
The average daily temperature here is minus 50 degrees Celsius, and the lowest temperature reaches minus 70 degrees Celsius. When it is too cold, it is not suitable for human habitation. Therefore, on this isolated and unknown glacial land, you can't see other humans, and even some cold-resistant animals and plants are rare.
Snow!
Snow is everywhere in the world!
The world covered in ice and snow should be bright, even dazzling, but the sky here is gray and foggy all year round, as if it is covered by a huge gray curtain.
Because the weather was too cold, even the fog in the air was condensed, and it felt slightly torn when touched.
Snap----
Snap----
Snap----
A tall man covered in animal fur walked step by step in the snow, and each step he took would create a deep pit in the snow. Behind him, a long row of footprints appeared, and those footprints looked so lonely, just like their owner.
There were shavings of ice on his eyebrows and his eyes were cold as ice.
His hair was tangled and tangled, making him look like a wild man. No, he looked even more miserable than a wild man. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't had his hair cut. His big beard just protected his mouth and nose, which really helped to keep out the cold.
The man was holding a spear that was more than ten feet long. The tip of the spear dragged in the snow, making a rustling sound, as if the owner of the spear had no strength to lift it.
Either return home in glory or be buried in the sky in the snow country!
This is what the old drunkard Mo Qingdi said when he left Yanziwu. It was not some grand speech, nor was it to cut off his retreat and cheer himself up - he didn't need any of that at all.
Too many things have happened in Yanziwu, and the Fang family is facing danger.
Fang Yixing, whom he regarded as his brother, died tragically. Fang Yan was deeply shocked and decided to observe a three-year mourning period.
Mo Qingdi knew that Fang Yan made this decision out of guilt.
He blamed himself for being a step too slow and not being able to bring his father back from the robbery in time.
How could he not feel guilty
The enemy had already bullied them to their doorstep, but as the former Qinglong of China and a man of the Fang family, he could do nothing - when he arrived with a silver spear, all he saw was Fang Yan holding Fang Yixing's body and wailing. How could he not feel sad
He could have been faster, he could have saved this disaster -
However, since his meridians were broken, he couldn't use all his energy.
Having a treasure mountain but being unable to use it, how cruel must this feeling be for a former king
Therefore, don't underestimate the enemy. Prepare generous gifts to see the doctor and ask him to take your pulse and diagnose you.
The prescription prescribed by the doctor was to use the rare blood of the ice dragon to make up for the broken meridians in Mo Qingdi's body. Although the ice dragon likes cold, its body belongs to the fire attribute. Its blood is like fire, and drinking it can make people's blood boil and cure all kinds of diseases.
However, even the old man, the doctor, only inferred from the records in the medical books that it was possible to find traces of ice dragons in extremely cold places. As for what ice dragons actually look like and what their living habits are, he knew nothing about them.
Mo Xiaodi still made his own choice.
He chose to believe the doctor, agreed to his harsh conditions, and came to this extremely cold place with only a gun.
It is better to die away from the crowd than to live like a waste.
This is Mo Qingdi’s persistence and his last pride.
Mo Qingdi had been here for more than three years, or maybe even longer. Anyway, he couldn't remember clearly.
There is no day or night here. No matter day or night, the sky is always so gray. It will be a little brighter when it snows. Fortunately, it snows frequently here. Mo Qingdi calls the snowing time his "daytime". It is also his activity time.
Because it had just snowed heavily, the snow was completely white and nothing could be seen.
There weren't even tiny animal footprints.
Hiss hiss hiss----
There was a slight hissing sound, almost inaudible in the wind.
However, it could not escape Mo Qingdi's ears.
Don't underestimate the enemy, stop moving forward, stand still where you are and don't move.
At this moment, a snow-white object broke through the snow and suddenly jumped up and bit towards Mo Qingdi's exposed palm.
Fire rat!
The mice mutated in extremely harsh environments, their black hair turned red, and their black skin turned completely white, looking very cute.
However, perhaps because of the lack of materials in the extreme cold, they are greedy and bloodthirsty, and will not let go of any prey that may become their food. They do not like to live in ice and snow, but live in the volcanic rock area of the extreme cold. It is a volcano, also covered with ice and snow, but at least the rocky soil there can give them some warmth.
For a long time, Mo Qingdi survived by eating this kind of fire rat. Later, Mo Qingdi discovered a kind of snow snake, which was more delicious and tender when cut with a blade after being frozen.
Everyone needs to eat something, even if you are the Chinese Azure Dragon.
Mo Qingdi was not unfamiliar with this kind of rat. He had countless experiences in fighting against this kind of fire rat.
So, when the fire rat jumped up and bit his arm, his hand holding the gun suddenly loosened, and then he turned his wrist and caught the fire rat weighing more than one pound in his palm.
He pressed down lightly with his thumb, and the fire rat's neck made a crisp sound before being twisted off by it.
Mo Qingdi skillfully threw the mouse into the "grain bag" he carried with him, then with a flick of his toes, the handle of the spear that was about to fall into the snow flew into the air again and was grabbed by Mo Qingdi.
Just like before, he dragged the gun forward again.
He drank snow water when thirsty, ate snow snakes and fire rats when hungry, and was trapped in an ice cave. He lived tenaciously.
Day after day, year after year. This is his daily life.
He didn't know what the ice dragon looked like, nor did he know where the ice dragon was.
So, all he could do was 'search'.
He was like a wandering ghost in this extremely cold land, traveling to places he had never been to before.
Boom----
There was a sound like thunder in the distance.
Mo Qingdi's expression froze and he stood in place, gazing into the distance.
In the few years since he arrived, it often snowed in this extremely cold land, but there had never been any thunder or lightning.
Because everyone knows what terrible consequences this level of noise could bring: a series of avalanches.
If an avalanche spreads across thousands of miles of mountains, it would be a disaster.
Even Qinglong Mo Xiaodi did not have the confidence that he could run thousands of miles in one breath in such a harsh environment - the key is that your speed must be faster than the speed of glacier collapse.
That is a force that even gods find difficult to resist, so do not underestimate the enemy and be cautious.
He waited for a while, but the rumbling sound never came again.
This made Mo Qingdi feel a little relieved for a moment.
A gust of wind blew, carrying a strange yet familiar smell.
Mo Qingdi frowned and ran wildly in the direction he came from with his spear in hand.
He smelled danger!
Boom----
A sound that was even more deafening and longer than before rang out again, as if a sleeping giant beast had just awakened and was announcing its sovereignty over this territory to the outside world.
boom----
A cloud of black smoke rose into the sky, and then a fiery red rainbow spread across the sky.
No, that's not a real rainbow, that's lava from a volcanic eruption.
Those colorful, hot substances scattered in the sky, burning all the ice, snow, fog and water they touched into gas.
They fell from the sky with billowing white smoke, and then collapsed in all directions.
They are the devils of the world, and nothing can stop them.
The place where they landed turned into a deep pit, which grew bigger and bigger, expanding towards the surrounding area at a geometric multiple.
Click, click----
The sound of ice ridges breaking could be heard on the high mountains, and then large chunks of ice and snowballs swept towards the flat ice field, with the force of a mountain falling down, about to destroy all living things that stood in their way.
Mo Qingdi smelled the sulfur in the air one step ahead, so he ran very timely and at a crucial moment.
According to the area he was in at the time, if he had not turned around and escaped in advance, he might have been buried in the volcanic rocks falling from the sky.
Don't underestimate the enemy. Run wildly and run desperately.
When he runs, he looks like a wild beast with disheveled hair.
Of course, some animals would not agree if you called him a beast.
Because while he was running madly, a snow-white object that looked like a dog actually surpassed his speed, and was whizzing in front of him with its mouth open and tongue sticking out.
"Ice dragon?" Mo Qingdi's eyes lit up, and all the pores on his body became transparent.
Although he had never seen a real ice dragon, or even a photo of it, he knew in his heart that this was the ice dragon he had been searching for.
All the efforts seemed to be meaningful. Even at such a critical moment of escaping, Mo Qingdi was still full of gratitude to God.
(PS: The fifth volume is "A Dance of Demons", and the sixth volume is "The Heaven Sword and the Dragon Saber". Well, these are the tentative titles... You can guess the story by looking at the names.) (To be continued)