A million ways to survive in the dungeon

The next day.

Last night, Zheng Qian was really at a loss. In order to change his mind, he turned off all his assistants for the first time in a long time and took a short nap.

This is also the only time I slept in the past year.

I have to say that sleep is indeed very important.

Even after only three hours of sleep, Zheng Qian felt that his previously chaotic mind immediately became much clearer.

There is no way to continue like this.

Zheng Qian realized that now his side had completely lost the main line.

Outside the city wall next door, the loud shouts of soldiers training continued to be heard.

Almost every minute, a new breath of human heart comes, which also means that there are constantly new warriors who understand the human heart and become gods.

But Zheng Qian had nothing to do.

There are 74 days left. I can’t really just wait 74 days, right?

Even if there is no hope of winning, even if the budget is down, no matter how much I improve, there is no possibility of winning, so I can’t really give up because of this, right?

If you work hard, you will have a slim chance, but if you don't work hard, there will be no chance at all. How to choose, Zheng Qian, a dragon who came out of the dungeon, has a very clear mind.

Otherwise, try sparring with Zhao Aotian?

The main improvement method now is the automatic improvement of the foundation of the divine system.

There is almost no way to improve the active class.

The only thing he could do was to sparring with Zhao Aotian.

After 74 days of sparring, at least the Eye of the Candle Dragon can be opened, right?

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian was about to take off.

But…

"Um?"

Zhao Aotian, who was training soldiers far away in Aer City, raised his head with Zheng Qian at this second and looked at the eastern sky.

This feeling is...

Almost at the same second, a strange breath came from the eastern sky.

What is this breath?

Although they were in different places, Zhao Aotian and Zheng Qian seemed to have a tacit understanding. They both frowned and closed their eyes, feeling it carefully.

There is no mistake, that is the breath of the gods.

There is also a little bit of demonic power in it.

The two of them had only felt this kind of aura from one person.

Zheng Kun!

Zheng Kun is a god, but because he has always been in the demon world and is involved with the demon, it is inevitable that his divine will will be mixed with a slight amount of demon power.

This breath is not Zheng Kun, but its nature is very similar to Zheng Kun.

This is…

Zheng Qian flew into the air and rushed towards the aura at an astonishing speed.

Zhao Aotian gave a brief explanation and took off almost at the same time.

In the air, the two quickly met.

"Old Zheng, this aura is..."

As soon as they met, Zhao Aotian found that something was wrong with Zheng Qian's face, which was so gloomy that it could drip.

"Old Zheng, do you know this aura?"

Zheng Qian didn't answer, just nodded.

Combined with his expression, Zhao Aotian understood: "Who is it?"

After two seconds of silence, he faintly said two words.

"My Father."

This made Zhao Aotian's eyes shrink slightly.

Zheng Qian had told him about Zheng Yang before.

Although it was just hearsay, Zhao Aotian felt that his father's cultivation was relatively weak, and either Zhao Aotian or Zheng Qian could kill him alone.

But Zheng Yang could make the two of them feel terrified.

Because he is more of a conspirator than a warrior, and his strength is his intelligence.

The decisive battle is very close.

It happened that at this time, Zheng Yang came down to earth.

Moreover, his aura was obviously carefully disguised in multiple ways. If Zheng Qian and Zhao Aotian hadn't been much higher in cultivation than him, they might not have noticed his presence at all.

"Let's go and take a look first before talking."

Zheng Qian said, accelerating, approaching the direction of Zheng Yang at a speed close to light.

Although Zhao Aotian was murmuring in his heart, he still took precautions and caught up with Zheng Qian.

Northland Mountains.

The highest mountain in the Northern Empire.

In this country with snow all year round, the Northland Mountains can definitely be regarded as the Everest of Rodinia.

The altitude is 14,000 meters. The snow on the top of the mountain is more than 30 meters all year round, and the temperature can reach as low as minus 120 degrees in winter.

If a human being has no cultivation, even if he only walks halfway up the mountain, the cold air here is enough to freeze his lungs.

In such an environment, the effectiveness of any form of stealth skills will be greatly reduced.

Because you only need to use heat source sensing skills to easily find the location of the object.

Near the top of the mountain.

Zheng Qian and Zhao Aotian both landed on the ground and quickly locked onto Zheng Yang's position using their best sense of heat source.

Inside a cave near the top of the mountain.

A little closer to the cave, the two of them had activated their maximum concealment skills.

You don't want to be discovered by Zheng Yang, at least you want to be able to see what he is doing before he reacts.

It can be said that Zheng Qian didn't have a good impression of this father at all.

Although they had not communicated much, Zheng Qian had already labeled him as a cunning person after just looking at each other twice.

Now, Zheng Qian and Zhao Aotian moved slightly towards the cave.

At the entrance of the cave, the two people put their heads together and finally saw Zheng Yang's figure in the dark cave.

I saw him lowering his head, looking at the snow in the cave, thoughtfully.

What is he doing?

Just when the two of them were wondering, Zheng Yang smiled slightly, raised his hand with a knife, and slit his own throat.

"This is……"

The strange scene shocked both of them.

A large amount of candle dragon essence blood stained the snow.

The astonishing heat quickly melted the nearby snow and burned the rocks underneath into lava.

Nearly ten liters of Zhulong's essence and blood soon seeped into the earth like an out-of-control fission core.

The wound on Zheng Yang's aorta quickly healed as his own regeneration skills took effect.

However, 10 liters of Zhulong blood essence and blood was an amount that even Zheng Qian couldn't bear.

After losing so much Zhulong Essence and Blood, Zheng Yang, who was originally at lv1150, dropped to lv1080, and his aura became much weaker.

He was panting laboriously, but his face was far from lost due to the plummeting level.

On the contrary, he was as happy as if he had suddenly reached level 200.

What exactly is going on?

Why did he spread the Zhulong essence and blood there?

Zheng Qian and Zhao Aotian were puzzled.

At this moment, after Zheng Yang took a few breaths, his face began to look rosy again.

The 10 liters of Zhulong Essence and Blood were obviously too much for him to bear, and he could no longer recover from the dropped level.

All he had recovered was his physical strength.

I saw him sealing the world with heaven and earth, refreezing the dissolved ground, and adding more snow to cover it up, then opened the space bridge and prepared to leave.

"stop!"

When Zhao Aotian and Zheng Qian saw this, they both stood up and started shouting without any need for discussion.

Zheng Qian immediately used high-level skills to silence him and directly dispelled his space bridge.

No matter what Zheng Yang is doing, the instincts of both of them are sounding the alarm: they cannot let him go easily, otherwise, they will definitely regret it!

so…

No matter what he is doing, stop him first!

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