In the northwest desert, the sun was high in the sky. The scorching light was like countless hot steel needles, piercing down without any obstruction, turning the entire desert into a huge, blazing furnace. The gravel under his feet became like red-hot iron sand under such scorching heat, and each grain emitted an overwhelming heat. Lin Feng stepped on it and felt the soles of his shoes soften, as if they would be melted by the heat at any time and turned into a pool of clay. He subconsciously wrapped the tattered cloak on his body tightly. The cloak had long lost its original color and was covered with dust and mottled traces from the journey. At this moment, it became his only barrier against the scorching sun.

  The Ni Lin Blade was firmly on his back, but for some reason, the blade was actually slightly hot. This strange warmth appeared for the first time since returning from Shixu. It was like a silent but strong signal, constantly teasing Lin Feng's perception, as if to show him a mysterious past that was about to be revealed. He looked up and the scene in front of him became illusory and blurred under the distortion of the heat wave. The rolling heat wave was like a layer of flowing gauze. Behind this gauze, the outline of the mirage-like bones was looming, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, revealing an unspeakable weirdness. Occasionally, half of the twisted finger bones were exposed between the sand grains. Under the dazzling sunlight, they glowed with a bluish-white cold light, as if quietly telling a long-sealed, bloody and cruel history.

  "Right there." Lin Wanqiu's residual soul trembled slightly in the bone flute, and the sound was full of uncontrollable sorrow, as if filled with endless sorrow. Her shadow became more and more illusory under the glaring sun, just like a wisp of light smoke that could be easily swept away by the breeze at any time. However, in sharp contrast, the red dress on her body became more and more bright and eye-catching. The strong red color was so dazzling that it seemed to be dyed with the blood of countless dragons. Every strand of texture seemed to be flowing with blood and tears, telling the pain and unwillingness of the dragons in the past. When the two stepped into the shadow cast by the bones, the air around them suddenly changed, and it was like falling from the unbearable heat into an ice cellar in an instant, and the cold was bone-chilling. The sand under their feet seemed to suddenly come to life, making a tiny whimpering sound. The sound was subtle and sad, just like countless souls trapped in the dark abyss, whispering endless pain and unwillingness, crying blood, and making people shudder.

  When he saw the city clearly, Lin Feng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and felt a chill running up his spine from the soles of his feet. The city wall was actually made of huge vertebrae tightly stacked together. Each vertebra was thicker than one could imagine, more than two people tall. The vertebrae were tightly connected, and the gaps between the bones were filled with solidified black blood. The black blood had gone through thousands of years, but it seemed that it had not dried up yet, emitting waves of disgusting rotten smell, which permeated the air for a long time. The city gate was even more shocking. It turned out to be a complete dragon skull. The huge eye sockets were empty and deep, like two endless dark abysses, with no bottom. Countless black crows were circling in it, making hoarse cries, adding a bit of gloomy and terrifying atmosphere to the city. When the crows spread their wings and flew, Lin Feng clearly saw that there were still some dragon scales that had not decayed hanging on their claws. The scales trembled slightly in the wind, as if they were reminiscing about the glory and honor of the dragon clan in the past, and as if they were sighing for their current decline.

  As you enter the city, a tragic and shocking scene instantly comes into view. On the streets, dragon-shaped mummies lie in various twisted and weird postures, as if they have frozen the tragic song of time. Some of them have claws deeply inserted into the ground, and the deep claw marks seem to tell that they are still struggling hard before death, trying to get rid of the shackles of fate; some necks are twisted into unnatural angles, and the marks of broken bones are shocking, which obviously shows that they have experienced extremely tragic and thrilling fighting before they died. This terrible internal conflict, like a ruthless storm, instantly destroyed the former glory of the dragon clan, leaving only these devastated and dilapidated ruins, which makes people sigh.

  "The records on the stone tablet. are all true." Lin Wanqiu's residual soul floated towards the stone tablet in the center of the square, and his voice trembled more and more, as if carrying a thousand years of grief. Lin Feng then noticed that the surface of the stone tablet was covered with dense scratches, and the erosion of time made some of the handwriting blurred and difficult to recognize. But key words such as "Kunlun Ruins", "Self-sealed Underground", and "Internal Conflict" still remain prominently, like the imprint of history, deeply engraved on the stone tablet. It turned out that a thousand years ago, in order to avoid the ruthless pursuit of Kunlun Ruins, the dragon clan had no choice but to choose to seal themselves deep underground, hoping to find a glimmer of life in that dark world. However, the long years of confinement, like a chronic poison, quietly but fatally eroded the will of the dragon clan. The desire for freedom and the fierce competition for limited resources eventually ignited this deadly internal strife, pushing the entire dragon race into the abyss of extinction, leaving only this desolate ruins to witness its former glory and decline.

  Just as Lin Feng tried to decipher more of the secret contents on the stone tablet, the calm atmosphere was instantly broken, and a sudden disaster quietly descended. The ground shook violently without any warning, as if a giant hand hidden deep underground was stirring the earth frantically. Sand grains surged from all directions like boiling mercury, and quickly condensed in mid-air to form an extremely huge vortex. In the vortex, the sand grains rubbed and collided with each other, making sharp and piercing sounds, as if countless evil spirits were roaring in hell, which was terrifying. Seeing this, Lin Wanqiu's residual soul screamed in fear, and the scream sounded particularly shrill in this chaotic environment. Her body began to become more and more transparent, and countless tiny sand grains, like hungry ants, frantically drilled into her shadow, as if to devour her completely. "Soul-devouring sandstorm! Go!" She waved her sleeves with all her might, trying to use that meager strength to open up a way for Lin Feng to survive. Her voice was full of anxiety and worry. "These grains of sand are embedded with the souls of the dead dragons. Once they are touched, they will."

  Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind, with a huge force like a tidal wave, rushed towards Lin Feng and knocked him to the ground. He instinctively drew out the reverse scale blade and held it firmly in front of him, trying to resist this sudden and unexpected disaster. However, as soon as the blade touched the gust of wind, the piercing coldness came rapidly along the handle of the knife, like a cold electric current, instantly spreading throughout his body, freezing him to tremble. The grains of sand hit the blade, making a crisp sound like metal collision, which was particularly clear in this chaotic and noisy environment. Looking closely, each grain of sand sealed a painful and twisted dragon face, their eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, as if issuing the final curse to the world. Lin Feng's arm accidentally touched the sand, and fine cracks appeared on his skin immediately. Then, blood and flesh quickly drained away like sand in an hourglass. The severe pain instantly spread throughout his body like a tide, making him almost faint. He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his face turned pale with pain. Enduring the excruciating pain, he mobilized the last bit of dragon power in his body and tried to fight it. The Reverse Scale Blade seemed to sense the master's strong will and let out a low and majestic dragon roar. The dragon roar echoed in the sandstorm and miraculously forced the surrounding sandstorm back a little, giving Lin Feng a brief respite.

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  "It's here, sure enough." A cold and eerie voice, like the cry of a night owl, came from the city wall. Lin Feng looked up and saw the elder of Kunlun Ruins holding a blood-stained talisman, slowly walking down the dragon bone stairs step by step. The elder's eyes had been dug out, and the two blood holes were like a dark abyss, gushing blood and tears. The blood and tears kept dripping along the talisman, dyeing the "Dragon-killing Thunder Talisman" in his hand red, as if it was an evil thing soaked in blood. The talisman was wrapped with purple arcs, and the arcs were like a smart snake. As the elder approached, they became more and more active, making a "crackling" sound, as if they couldn't wait to devour everything in front of them and look for their destined prey. The evil breath was blowing in their faces, making people shudder.

  "Hand over the Thunder Talisman!" Lin Feng tightly grasped the Ni Lin Blade, his eyes full of vigilance, staring at the other party, as if he wanted to see through him. However, his attention was soon attracted by the strange scene on the altar. In the center of the square, a huge talisman paper was suspended in the air. The purple arc on the surface of the talisman paper was beating rhythmically like a heart. Every beat was accompanied by a powerful energy fluctuation, which made the whole city resonate with it, as if the earth was trembling under the shock of this power. That was the legendary "Dragon-killing Thunder Talisman". Once activated, the terrifying power contained in it was enough to completely wipe out the entire dragon race from the world, making this once glorious race disappear forever in the long river of history without leaving a trace.

  "Hand it over?" The elder laughed wildly, full of twisted obsession and madness, like a madman trapped in the devil's way. Blood and tears dripped onto the ground along with the talisman, and instantly steamed up black smoke, which was filled with a pungent smell, as if it was the miasma from hell. "For this talisman, I destroyed my own eyes and endured the severe pain of the backlash of the thunder talisman! The dragon race must die, this is the fate that was destined a thousand years ago!" As soon as he finished speaking, he violently waved the talisman in his hand, and the purple arc instantly turned into a savage thunder dragon, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and fiercely pounced on Lin Feng. The thunder dragon was surrounded by flashing lightning, and wherever it went, the air was torn apart, making a harsh sound, which was terrifying.

  At this critical moment, the remnant soul of Lin Wanqiu stood in front of Lin Feng without hesitation. The impact of the thunder dragon was like a violent torrent, drowning her in an instant. Her body trembled violently under the ravages of the thunder dragon, like a leaf swaying in the wind, which could be torn into pieces at any time. "Go! Destroy the thunder talisman!" Her voice was already very weak and almost inaudible. The red clothes on her body began to disintegrate and turned into countless red light spots, like withered petals, drifting in the wind and gradually disappearing. Lin Feng looked at the scene in front of him, his heart was like a knife, grief and anger intertwined in his heart, like a surging tide, almost drowning him. But he knew that this was not the time to hesitate. Time was pressing and he could not afford to hesitate at all. He gritted his teeth, used all his strength, jumped up, and the reverse scale blade, with his full anger and firm belief, chopped at the dragon-killing thunder talisman on the altar with all his strength. At that moment, his eyes were extremely determined, as if he wanted to pour all his hatred and unwillingness into this one strike.

  At the moment when the blade was about to touch the thunder talisman, the soul-devouring sandstorm suddenly became more violent. Countless dragon souls seemed to be summoned by some powerful force and broke free from the sand. They let out a shrill wail, and the sound resounded through the sky, as if it could penetrate the soul, filling people's hearts with fear and grief. This sound seemed to be stopping Lin Feng's actions, and it seemed to be crying for its own tragic fate. The cry was full of endless resentment and unwillingness. At the same time, the elder of Kunlun Ruins also used up his last bit of strength and threw the talisman in his hand into the sky. In an instant, the purple sky thunder poured down from the sky like a flood that broke through the dam. The entire Dragon Bone City was shaking violently under the impact of this terrifying sky thunder, as if it would be completely destroyed at any time and fall into an endless dark abyss. The deafening thunder and dazzling lightning, intertwined with the wailing of the souls in the sandstorm, formed a doomsday-like horror scene.

  "I won't let you succeed!" Lin Feng roared, his voice hoarse, and the dragon power surged wildly in his body, as if to break through the restraints of his body and burst out endless power. The reverse scale blade burst out with dazzling light, and the light was like the dawn, colliding violently with the thunder pouring down. The light and lightning intertwined together, illuminating the entire dark battlefield, and reflecting the desolate ruins like daylight. In the intersection of light and lightning, Lin Feng saw the residual soul of Lin Wanqiu reveal a relieved smile. Her figure gradually became transparent, and finally turned into a dazzling dragon scale, with endless tenderness and hope, gently falling into Lin Feng's hands. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, Lin Feng held the dragon scale tightly, as if holding the whole world, and the dragon scale seemed to still retain the warmth and breath of Lin Wanqiu.

  With a deafening roar, the Dragon-Slaying Thunder Talisman was finally shattered. The moment the purple arc dissipated, the Soul-Devouring Sandstorm gradually subsided. The elder of Kunlun Ruins let out an unwilling scream, which was full of despair and resentment. He was then completely swallowed up by the uncontrolled thunder and disappeared in the desolate desert. Lin Feng stood alone in the ruins, holding the dragon scale tightly and looking at the desert in the distance that had returned to peace again.