Snow Float

If it wasn't for the distant, flickering, as if unfathomable Xuefutu's breath grabbing his hand from his side, he would have doubted it was a dream within a dream, an illusion within a fantasy.

When he finally saw the light, he almost thought it was an illusion.

However, there was indeed a glimmer of light in the line of sight.

Singing with the merman's secret method, Xue Futu sympathized a little. Gu Xueyi had no strength left, so he could only be hugged by Fu Shaotang, using his exquisite body skills to push the speed to the fastest speed, passing through the corridors, and finally arrived here .

The moment their eyes met, each of them was stunned.

No matter how many guesses the two of them had made, they never expected that a young man was imprisoned here. He was not very old, and even his eyes could not tell, but the aura around his body clearly showed that his body The blood of the Southern Desolate Shark Clan flows in it.

What's more, there is a strong Xuefutu breath that cannot be ignored.

Due to their similar bloodlines, the young man did not show any hostility, but looked at them curiously.

Even though his ankles were locked by ferocious shackles and the chessboard was locked by fine steel chains, it didn't prevent him from smiling at them at this moment.

His skin was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen, he looked like a ghost in this thousand feet underground, but when he smiled, it was like the wind blowing through the grass, without any shade.

He seemed to have been imprisoned for too long, and he had forgotten how to speak. He opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.The young man pursed his lips and wrote his name crookedly on the ground with a stone.

Yi Lanze.

When he was young, he was imprisoned here due to an unknown mistake. During the dark years, there was only one person who survived the mess on this earth.

I don't know who was imprisoned here before, and countless chess records were scattered. Under the boredom, Yi Lanze only played the scores lonely.

The Snow Floating Map was placed on this huge chessboard.

The holy relics of the shark clan are kept in the springs inside the chessboard, and the gurgling water breeds countless exotic flowers and plants, and even some unknown plants bear fruit like lanterns, illuminating the world.

Over the years, the boy gradually guessed that the treasure in the spring was trapped in this chess game.That thing was very kind to him, he wanted to break the chess game and release it, but after reading all the chess records in the room and thinking hard, there was still no way out.Thinking about the chess game day and night, and picking different fruits when he was hungry and thirsty, he has survived slowly until now.

Gu Xueyi looked at her young clansman, so sad that she was about to shed tears.

The keel and lotus flower withered, the Xuefutu had been lost for several years, and the Mermaid Clan had been bullied for a long time. God was so pitiful, and finally taught him to find the lost sacred object here, and finally taught him to find the lost blood of the royal family here.

The forbidden spiritual power was affected by Xue Futu's breath, and it was easily recovered, even more abundant than at its peak.

The ingenuity is difficult to solve, but it can be broken by violence.Yi Lanze couldn't solve this chess game, but this chess game couldn't stop Fu Shaotang from saying goodbye.

Originally it was a strange stone taken from the Southern Desolate Shark Clan, how could there be thousands of echoes between it and Xuefutu?

Fu Shaotang spun up, the Xuefu map contained the most truths, enough for him to practice Kanshui swordsmanship; Gu Xueyi avoided the side, and his spiritual power also detected an undercurrent under the spring, enough for the three of them to escape.

Exotic flowers and fruits are enough to relieve fatigue; abundant aura is enough to regulate breath.

How can fine steel shackles stop Lianshan swordsmanship, treasures and magical weapons?

If the way of swordsmanship is successful, the refining of gods can be expected; the sacred objects will be taken, and the return date can be determined.

As for the people in Xiaojing Lake, who would have expected that there would be such a miraculous situation under thousands of feet?

Fu Shaotang got his promise early, so he has no scruples at this time.

Under the sword of Chunshui, the shackles collapsed, the chessboard was destroyed, the springs gurgled, and the undercurrent gushed.

Sneak in without hindrance.

Since the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, the sky is high for birds to fly, and the water is thousands of miles away, only jackdaws and moonlight can be seen, and the river and sky are deserted.