At the bottom of an iceberg on the left, there is a dark object.
Driven by curiosity, Chen Qingyuan walked over carefully.
At close range, the dark thing seemed to be a coffin, sealed at the bottom of the iceberg, hundreds of meters away from the ice.
When Chen Qingyuan was about to withdraw his eyes, his eyes fell unbiased to another corner and saw a more shocking scene.
Under the thick and cold glacier, there was a blood-stained corpse with a ferocious face and wide eyes.
The pupil contracts and the soul is suffocated.
Thousands of bones were crushed under the glacier.
All kinds of amputated limbs and residual arms, weapons and treasures.
This is an extremely tragic war, with more than tens of thousands of casualties. Judging from Chen Qingyuan's vision, these corpses were not ordinary people before their lifetime, and the worst had the cultivation of the disaster period.
Chen Qingyuan dared to make a judgment because of those holy soldiers of good quality and the power of the ice valley.
Standing at the entrance of the ice valley, Chen Qingyuan's throat rolled, his face was full of shock and his heart was worried.
"What is this place?" Chen Qingyuan looked down at the bones under the ice valley and muttered to himself, "A cemetery? Or the battlefield of the past?
I don't know how long he stood, Chen Qingyuan stabilized his emotional fluctuations.
Although I was curious, I decided to stay away from this place because of security.
There is a strange smell everywhere here, which makes people unwilling to stay for a long time.
After leaving, Chen Qingyuan no longer thought nonsense, but wanted to get more resources.
The battle for the feast of hundreds of veins is getting worse and worse.
Even if Chen Qingyuan does not deliberately inquire, he can still know the latest situation.
"Because of a treasure, Penglai Villa clashed with Wudao Cliff. Under the war, Penglai Shengzi Li Shangqing was plotted and was seriously injured and fled.
"A few days later, Su Xing, the madman in Penglai Villa, found the trace of the Wudao Cliff, killed 17 people with his own strength, and slightly defeated Ye Xuan, the saint of Wudao Cliff, and left calmly."
"Su Xing killed more than a dozen people in Wudao Cliff and made harsh words. Only he can bully the son of Penglai, but not others.
The son of Penglai, who learned about this matter, couldn't laugh or cry.
There is joy and sadness in my heart.
What made me happy was that the treasure fell into the hands of Penglai Villa and found his face. Sadly, I may not be able to surpass Su Xing in my life. It's really hard to sit in this position of holy son!
"Chang Ziqiu, one of the ten heroes in the northern wilderness, is extremely strong. He fought with the Shengzi of Tianfu Villa and was not defeated."
"Shu Tong, the holy queen of Lihua Palace, won the holy son of the Star Tower in the war. After thousands of rounds, she was defeated and defeated..."
"The ancient star, the eldest grandson Fengye of the Northern Wasteland, had a conflict with Lu Nanxian of the Confucian family, and a war is likely to break out."
A lot of news reached Chen Qingyuan's ears, which shocked him.
Hearing the news of Changsun Fengye, it shows that he has left the fantasy of the fragments of the imperial soldiers.
More than ten days later, Chen Qingyuan appeared in the ancient star, dressed up in disguise, and spent some spiritual stones to find out the latest situation from his population.
Changsun Fengye and Lu Nanxian have finished the game. It is said that they ended in a draw, and neither side did make every effort.
"Madman, Buddha."
In a place with mountains, Chen Qingyuan saw Changsun Fengye sitting under a big tree and chatting with Daochen Buddha.
At the same time, the two also sensed the fluctuation of Chen Qingyuan's breath, and slowly got up with a happy face.
The picture changed, and the three of them surrounded a stone table to taste tea and talk about things.
"Where have you been during this period?"
Changsun Fengye took the lead in asking.
"I walked around."
Chen Qingyuan did not disclose what he did. One more person knew that it was more dangerous.
This kind of thing is the safest to hold in your stomach.
"Are you an idle person?"
Changsun Fengye didn't believe this answer at all. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a strange look in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like this."
Chen Qingyuan looked at a comfortable man.
After a conversation, Chen Qingyuan learned a lot.
Changsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha were expelled from the space of the fragments of the imperial soldiers at almost the same time, so they walked together.
The situation of the two is the same as that of Chen Qingyuan. They both went to the secret room in the fantasy territory, and then were sent away by a sentence of "no chance".
"Where's my sister? Have you seen it?
Chen Qingyuan was still more or less worried about the safety of Song Ningyan and asked.
"No, it may have come out before us."
Changsun Fengye shook his head and said.
"With the ability of Song Benzhu, I don't think there will be any danger."
Daochen Buddha said.
"Since we have met, do you want to do a big ticket?"
After drinking a few glasses of tea, Chen Qingyuan couldn't help it.
"What are you doing?"
Changsun Fengye has an ominous feeling, and there must be nothing good.
"Challenge the pride of all walks of life, and be lucky to the green lotus."
The previous method can't be used. After all, it is not to act alone. It is easy to expose the real identity, which leads to great trouble.
Invite the heroes of the world to fight, the winning party gets the luck of Qinglian, and the loser has no excuse to make trouble.
"This won't work!" Changsun Fengye frowned and said, "Other people are not stupid. Why do you want to gamble with us?"
"I'll arrange the gambling battle, but I won't get into the fight." Chen Qingyuan was too lazy to do it and began to say his own calculation: "Brother Changsun and Buddha are in battle, and I am responsible for all kinds of chores. How about dividing the post-war results into three parts equally?
"You don't fight?"
Changsun Fengye heard the meaning and asked.
"I don't like fighting and killing, and I'm just a Yuanying monk. I can't do that."
Chen Qing originated from my demeaning.
"That won't work. You sit down and enjoy it, but the Buddha and I have to pay so much. It's unfair."
Changsun Fengye refused to do it and refused directly.
"Crazy, you don't understand my painstaking efforts!" Chen Qingyuan looked serious and patted the table and said, "The feast of hundreds of veins is a battle of the same generation. It sharpens itself and increases combat experience, which has infinite benefits for the future road of monastry. I'm giving you the opportunity. By the way, I have to be responsible for all kinds of trivial things in the battle. Don't be ignorant.
"..." Changsun Fengye was speechless.
Because what Chen Qingyuan said is indeed reasonable. He knows that he wants to be lazy and not fight, but he has no reasonable words to refute. It's really uncomfortable.
"All the Tianjiao have been searching for resources. When they meet strong opponents, they are afraid, which is really harmful to the younger generation. Since no one is willing to take the trouble, I will take this burden.
"The competition between peers is not for individuals, but to build a grinding stage for the contemporary Tianjiao. This matter has been done, which is good for the pride of all forces. Whether you win or lose, live up to Shaohua..."
The more Chen Qingyuan talked, the more energetic he became, and began to talk at length.
"Okay, shut up!" Changsun Fengye couldn't stand it anymore. He quickly raised his hand and said, "I promised, okay!"
"Um..." Chen Qingyuan smiled with relief: "You can teach."
I really want to beat him up!
But what he said is very reasonable, and I don't know how to refute it.
Several black lines appeared on Changsun Fengye's forehead, and his heart was mixed.