Above the stars, the divine fire is bright.

The fire dragon swallows mountains and rivers.

The phoenix is reborn in Nirvana.

The fire linlong, the clouds and rain, open the river and move the mountains.

The ice phoenix, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, the god lord descended.

After the dragon and phoenix dance, it is attached to the roof of the temple.

Finally, it turned into a relief totem, called the phoenix map.

It balances the five elements of yin and yang in the world and guards this sacred realm.

The golden door of the temple was slowly pushed open, and a childish child slowly walked in.

He looked around in panic and muttered, "Father...... Mother...... Where are you?"

"Boom!" A loud bang was deafening, Yan Hao woke up from the battle coma, and there were bursts of explosions in the distance.

"Damn...... Just a little bit. Yan Hao smashed the rocks beside him with a punch.

I still have the image from the dream floating in my head, who are my real parents, and what does that temple totem represent?

In the past two years, as the dream has become clearer and clearer, the mystery of this life experience has been hidden in Yan Hao's chaotic mind......

In order to solve the mystery of the hidden world, he went to many mysterious places to carry out dangerous missions, and died in his life just to find a clue to the mystery.

At this time, Yan Hao was near the Shennong Grottoes, a desperate place known as one of the most mysterious latitudes in the world, where mysterious treasures are said to be hidden.

Yan Hao shook off the dust on his body and picked up the wireless communication headset.

"Wolves!

"I'm the Wolf King!

"The wolf king has run out of ammunition, ask for reinforcements from the wolf pack!"

The radio communication equipment was suddenly destroyed by a powerful electromagnetic interference, and it became a piece of scrap copper and iron.

This made Yan Hao's face, which was painted with army green oil paint, sink.

"Damn, no one can rely on it at the critical moment, so you can only rely on yourself!" Yan Hao said angrily, slamming the radio communication headset in his hand to the ground.

Due to the critical situation, he was under siege, facing more than 30 foreign mercenaries who suddenly appeared around the cave, these mercenaries all had steel bodies, like perfect killing machines, as the wolf king, he did not appear in the dictionary of life The word "afraid" did not appear.

Yan Hao condensed his bruised body, and the broken steel strip about an inch long was deeply inserted into his right abdomen.

Blood continued to seep out of the camouflage uniform, and he could only choose to lie in the grass for the time being to observe the movement and wait for the opportunity.

"Poor Lao Tzu has been a virgin for so many years, and he has not even touched a woman, and now he is about to die here with honor. ”

Yan Hao clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with a trace of blood, and he said with endless emotion as he faced a small wildflower in the dung pit.

At this moment, the silence in the terrifying forest was terrible, and under the starry night of despair, the night was as cold as water, a red moon hung overhead, and the strong smell of blood diffused.

"Run, run!"

A man wearing a silver metal blindfold, dressed in camouflage uniforms from other countries, holding a very shabby ancient book in his hand, escaped from the Shennong grotto with a terrifying expression.

At the same time, there was a rumbling sound in the maze.

Instantly, a golden light pierced the dark night sky.

Immediately afterward, there was a heart-rending scream under the night sky, and more than thirty mercenaries on the edge of the cave were instantly disembred, scattered, and flesh and blood were scattered around the cave.

In an instant, the light and shadow like a golden feather unicorn, moving so fast, disappeared into the bushes in an instant.

The finger ring in Yan Hao's hand suddenly flashed, but he didn't notice it.

When he heard the noise, he slowly poked his head out of the grass.

"What's the situation, you were saved without doing anything, who did it?" Yan Hao muttered silently in his heart, and worshiped the sky with both hands.

Looking at the cruel and bloody scene in front of him, Yan Hao couldn't help but gasp, the area around the cave was extremely weird, there was not even a bomb crater, it didn't look like the tracking bomb of the wolf drone.

didn't have time to think about it, Yan Hao, who had run out of ammunition, immediately stood up from the grass and prepared to leave.

Yan Hao suddenly remembered what his master Old Man Ye had said, "When you don't have any weapon in your hand, please think calmly, then anything around you may become the best weapon in your hand, such as a newspaper, a cup, and a rope." ”

As long as they are used correctly, they can be a powerful weapon for killing enemies in seconds.

Yan Hao calmly swept the landforms and trees around the jungle, and sure enough, there was no endless road, and found that there was a tree called Seeing Blood Sealing the Throat here, Yan Hao was overjoyed.

The trunk is gray and foamy, with thin, dense leaves.

He then took out his ballpoint pen from his jacket pocket, removed the refill, and left the pen holder.

Then he broke off two long thorns from the honey locust tree next to him, and carefully dipped one of the thorns in the white lotion that flowed from the branch of the blood-sealed throat.

Then he calmly pressed his ears to the ground, judged that there were about three or five people in the direction of ten o'clock, and went straight over.

A minute later, Yan Hao squatted down and heard someone coming behind him.

"The ancient books have arrived, and there are still fish that have slipped through the net, and there must be no living mouth. ”

"Scorpion, Roger!"

A man with a pockmarked face replied, holding a heavy firearm, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes, and a scar on his face that was even more fierce and ferocious.

Yan Hao's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, quietly waiting for the scorpion to take the bait in the dark night.

He slowly picked up the pen holder, slowly put the poisonous thorn into it, blocked the side of the pen holder with his mouth, took a deep breath, and held his breath.

The thumb of his left hand was slightly upturned, and he skillfully measured the wind speed and direction, took an aiming posture, and quietly waited for the opportunity to shoot.

Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters....

The cautious Yan Hao did not move his position, but just waited for the prey to continue to approach.

Four meters, three meters, two meters ....

The opponent's position has entered the optimal range suitable for attacking, and the factors of wind and direction are minimal.

In an instant, a violent color flashed from Yan Hao's eyes, and he blew hard.

"Whoosh!"

Like a bullet in the night, the long spike flew against the wind in the air, and the poisonous scorpion Peng fell to the ground, and the long thorn pierced its neck with precision.

In the jungle battle, Yan Hao jumped like a nimble monkey and retrieved daggers and bullets from his body.

He first found a safe shelter, hid himself, and slashed open the camouflage dagger on his body.

Since the wound in his abdomen was still bleeding along the steel bar, Yan Hao decided to pull the steel bar out of his abdomen first.

Then take out an unused bullet, pry the bullet open, pour the powder into the abdomen through the wound from front to back, and then aim the ammunition powder at the abdomen and ignite the lighter.

"Whew!"

A burst of flames quickly passed through the abdomen and penetrated the wound, Yan Hao gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks, showing the tough guy nature of a special soldier.

After a simple bandaging treatment, Yan Hao disappeared into the bushes again, his bronzed skin seemed to blend with the night.

"Bang!"

A shrill gunshot could be heard in the distance, which once again broke the silence of the jungle, and flocks of southern birds could be heard in the northwest.

Yan Hao was extremely familiar with this gunshot, because it was the neighing sound of his comrade-in-arms Huzi's special pistol, and he was very happy in his heart at this moment.

Without too much hesitation, Yan Hao rose to the ground, like a vigorous cheetah, and quickly ran in the direction of Huzi, racing against time to meet his comrades.

He grabbed a few unnamed leaves from the bushes, some of them put them in his pocket, some of them were crumpled together, and the juice was squeezed out and dripped into his mouth.

After more than a minute, there were several strange noises again.

Yan Hao slowly stopped, quickly hid in the bushes, and found the last few mercenaries who escaped from the cave.

One of the men, wearing a silver metal blindfold, was about two meters tall up close.

He took a lighter out of his pocket, lit a cigarette in Chesdi, took a few puffs, and then stared back into the jungle in amazement.

At this moment, Yan Hao's eyes sank, and he decided to give it a go, expose his position, fight in close quarters, and put down the two first.

He took out the cold and sharp dagger, and stepped lightly, as if the ghost in the darkness slowly moved to a distance of five or six meters behind the three people.

Yan Hao's muscles were tense, the green tendons of his arms were exposed, and a mountain of momentum suddenly erupted from his body.

He suddenly burst into flames, like a fierce beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years awakened, and strode forward like lightning, and two red blood flashes flashed in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the two mercenaries with AK guns had fallen to the ground like mud.

Maybe they had absorbed too much miasma in the air, and their reactions had become significantly slower, so Yan Hao had a chance to take advantage of it.

Just as Yan Hao was about to make a move and kick his right foot to the head of the metal blindfolded man, he was half a second slower, and the blindfolded man quickly dodged the reaction.

He swung his body slightly, leaning back slightly, his movements were very coherent, and he flexibly dodged Yan Hao's leg attack.

At this moment, Yan Hao had already turned his back to the man, leaving a huge gap and attack flaws behind him, and was quickly renaked strung by the other party.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground in an instant, his neck began to breathe, and his face was red from suffocation.

"Who sent you?" Yan Hao's eyes were gloomy as he asked with all his might.

The blindfolded man didn't make any answer, but increased the strength of his arm, as if he wanted to kill Yan Hao.

But Yan Hao, who has rich fighting skills, is not in danger, his body squats slightly, he uses his chin against the man's forearm, and his right elbow slams back into the enemy's right groin.

He suddenly grabbed the opponent's arm with his left hand, made a move in his back pocket, and with a thud, he flipped the two-meter-tall man to the ground.

After the blindfolded man made a back roll, he quickly got up, did not try to take the initiative to attack, and began to test Yan Hao.

As the minutes passed, the blindfolded man deliberately took a few steps back to the open area behind, and Yan Hao also took a few steps forward, looking for an opportunity to attack.

The two were in a stalemate for about a minute, and the blindfolded man did not make any attack for a long time, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, a light and shadow flashed from a height, Yan Hao's heart trembled, and he instantly judged that there was a hidden sniper about twenty meters high on the tree.

Yan Hao, who was attacked on his back and abdomen, had no time to think, and only by solving the man in front of him as soon as possible and moving his body quickly could he escape the attack of the sniper rifle.

Yan Hao strode forward, unleashing Krav Maga IGMF High Whip Legs, kicking at the opponent like a disemboweled cannonball.

The air was crushed by the strength of his legs, and there was a terrifying sonic boom.

Because the speed was too fast, the man didn't have time to dodge, and the mask on his head instantly kicked away, his body trembled, and he gradually lost consciousness.

"Bang!"

A sniper sound rang out in the sky.

Yan Hao's waist was instantly hit by a sniper whistling from the darkness, and his whole body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground fiercely.

But less than a few seconds later, I heard a scream from the trees.

"Bang dang!"

The enemy sniper fell from the tree, unconscious, and unable to move.

Fan Hu, who was covered in injuries, immediately jumped down from the tree dexterously, quickly searched for the worn-out ancient book on the masked man's body, and put it in his arms.