When the ice crystals began to engulf the body from his fingertips, Lin Mo finally understood his adoptive father's dying warning:
"Don't bleed, don't be angry, and don't stare at the moonlight."
The boy who was listed as a first-class prey by Tianji Pavilion has the most ironic survival rule hidden in him——
Every time he activates the Zhulong bloodline to kill his pursuers, the scales will cover an extra inch of his body. When he kills all his enemies, he will become completely inhuman.
The contract handed over by Su Jiuli, the guide to the underworld, was filled with the fragrance of mandala:
"Use your last thirty years of life to exchange for three hours of cultivation."
"Or..."
"Come with me to the Kunlun Ruins and uncover the truth behind the obliteration of the Twelve Gods."
And the Master of Tianji Pavilion, who is waiting in the dark for an opportunity, is carving a new prophecy on the observatory:
"In the winter of the Year of Jiazi, I am obsessed with keeping my heart."
"The candle dragon opened its eyes and bloodbathed Kunlun"
This escape was destined to be a carefully planned god-killing trap. When the bronze seal was completely shattered, the young man was hanging in the sky with dragon wings on his back. Below him were millions of monks waiting in formation, and behind him was the collapsing human world.
