Chapter 7: The Trap of the Northern Underworld

The fog of the cold abyss

Lin Feng crushed the ice crystals left by Murong Qiu, and the cold air condensed into a map pointing to the northern cold abyss - the far north, the legendary place where the dragons buried their bones. Qingyuan's copper coin hexagram shows a big omen.

"The trap." She leaned lazily on the wreckage of the bone boat, "But you want to go, don't you?"

Lin Feng unfolded the ice-blue dragon wings, and the frost and fog flowed between the scales: "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid?" Qingyuan popped out a copper coin and nailed the Holy Land spy who was peeping in the distance. "I'm excited. The hexagram of the saint... I haven't seen it for 300 years.

The two crossed the snowstorm, but the entrance of the cold abyss was strangely silent. There is no guard, no formation, only an ice tablet stands, and the inscription is bloody: [The rebels are buried here].

Under the monument, Lin Feng's mother's hairpin was inserted.

The mystery of mother's death

There is a frozen eyeball hanging at the end of the hairpin. The moment Lin Feng touched, the illusion burst--

On a snowy night 300 years ago, Murong Xue knelt on the abyss altar, with a silver needle in the baby's heart (young Lin Feng). Nine elders of the Holy Land knotted and sang, and the dragon chains on the ground penetrated her.

"Take the mother's soul as the guide, seal the veins as the seal... it's done!"

Murong Xue looked at the baby for the last time, and her body turned into ice and dust and dissipated.

Lin Feng roared violently, and the dragon wings shook the ice tablet! A bronze box appeared at the bottom of the monument, and ten silver needles were neatly placed in the box, exactly the same as the one he was when he was three years old.

"Isse sealing needle?" The green kite picked up one, "Every needle has been stained with the blood of relatives. It seems that your mother is not the first victim.

The truth of blood sacrifice

The sound of chains dragging the ground came from the depths of the cold abyss. Eighteen ice coffins were suspended in the air, and a woman was sealed in each coffin, similar to Murong Xue. The bottom of the coffin is engraved with the same birthday - it's all Lin Feng's birth date.

"Let's raise the dragon." Qingyuan whistled, "The holy land keeps giving birth to children with dragon-mixed women until the birth of a container that can withstand the chaotic dragon body... That's you."

Lin Feng's dragon patterns ran away uncontrollably, and the ice flame of the underworld and the blood dragon soul fought in the meridians. He recognized the face in the ice coffin recently - the dumb girl who sent him sugar gourds at the age of five turned out to be his "sister"!

"Welcome home." Murong Qiu came out of the ice fog, and the sword in his hand had come out of its sheath. "Your life should be returned to the Murong family."

Before the sword light arrived, Qingyuan's copper coin array suddenly trapped Lin Feng: " You have to die here."

Ice-blooded away

"Even you betrayed?!" Lin Feng tore the copper coin array, and the flame froze the left leg of the green kite.

"This is called stop loss." She smiled warmly. "The way of heaven shows that you can't live tonight, and I only bet on the winner."

Murong Qiu's sword stabbed Lin Feng's back, but he grabbed the blade with his backhand. The chaotic dragon body was completely awakened for the first time. The ice blue dragon scale turned into dark gold, the ice flame in the right eye burned, and the blood dragon pupil in the left eye!

"You are all going to die."

Lin Feng's voice overlapped with the dragon roar, the cold abyss glacier cracked, and the underworld ice flame turned into thousands of ice dragons to devour the whole audience. Murong Qiu's sword inch was broken, and the green kite suddenly retreated and threw a bleeding escape charm.

"Crazy... Ice Flame and Dragon Soul are in love with each other. He is committing suicide!"

Family killing certificate

Lin Feng grabbed Murongqiu's neck and fell into an ice armor at his fingertips: "You seal my pulse with my mother's blood... Now it's your turn."

"Shell...you killed it..." Murong Qiu coughed out ice slag. "She could have lived... But in order to make you grow up like a 'man'... she volunteered to die..."

Memory silver needles emerged from Lin Fenglingtai - on the night of her fifth birthday, Murong Xue fed him the last half of the elixir, turned around and walked into the Holy Land Forbidden Land. After that night, he never saw his mother again.

The dragon pattern suddenly faded. Murong Qiu took the opportunity to crush the jade charm, the Hanyuan altar was launched, and nine ice coffins burst, and the remnant soul of the woman in the coffin turned into chains to bind Lin Feng!

"Receive the net." The laughter of the Elder of the Holy Land came from the clouds, "This time, drain his dragon marrow!"