Thomson put away the drawings, put on his soaked clothes, shouted at Professor Feng and the sound of the wind, and walked in the direction of the river bank towards the foot of the Golden Mountain.

The raging river rushes downstream, mixed with the cool mountain breeze and a chilly air, which makes people shudder.

Along the banks of the river, black trees grow with purple flowers and a rich magical fragrance that bewitches and intoxicates people's hearts. A butterfly with huge black wings dances, its eyes are bright and bright, and it pierces the heart of a person.

Trees with dark yellow trunks and small crimson flowers are scattered all over the foot of the mountain, and even the river is dyed pale yellow. Countless vines and plants hung from the cliffs, all of which were blooming with large, brightly colored flowers dripping with sticky sap.

When the three of them reached the foot of the mountain, Thomson looked at the steep rock, reached out and grabbed the vine that covered it, and tugged hard enough to support the weight of a man, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"It's a matter of success or failure. Thomson said, looking back at Professor Wind and the Wind.

Professor Feng remained expressionless, his eyebrows drooping, as if he had nothing to do with him.

Thomson grabbed the vine with both hands, kicked his feet forward and backward, kicked against the crevices or protrusions of the cliff face, he used his hands to exert force, then bowed his waist, jumped upward, and climbed the cliff with his whole body.

In this way, Professor Wind and Wind Sound followed Thomson closely, and climbed up the cliff, along the branches of the vines.

It was not as difficult as expected, and the three of them climbed the vines by hand, along a steep cliff, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

Thomson leaped up first, turned back, reached out, and helped Professor Feng to a flat area at the top of the mountain.

This is a flat land near the top of the mountain, about a few tens of square meters, and the ground is covered with high and low stones, and green grass grows in the gaps of the stones.

There are few clouds in the sky, and the sun is dazzling. Thomson put his hands on the pergola, squinted his eyes, and looked to the top of the mountain.

"Victory is in sight!" exclaimed Thomson excitedly, "the golden key should be on the top of the hill ahead." He patted the wind on the shoulder.

Along the winding mountain road------ there was no mountain road, they avoided the thorny thorns, stepped on rocks of different sizes, their clothes were torn to pieces, and there was blood everywhere, like three unclothed deserters.

Finally to the top of the mountain, under the golden sunlight, an open-air dome building has appeared in front of you, below is an offering platform, due to the baptism of the years, has been dilapidated, above the offering platform is a recessed rock, which is inlaid with a shining golden key---- about dozens of centimeters long, carved with exquisite patterns, in the sunlight, emitting different colors of luster.

The sound of the wind walked to the edge of the cliff and looked around. The golden mountain is like a pillar of optimus, standing in the vast primeval forest, standing still, as safe as a rock. The surroundings are lush and green, like a sea of green, and the golden mountains shine like a burning flame. The mountains are as high as the sky, the blue sky is like the sea, the white clouds are swirling, peaceful and tranquil, and there seems to be a clear sound coming slowly, entering their eardrums, giving people a feeling of no desire and no desire, escaping into the void.

That is the 'key to the anchor' and the 'iris' of the earth. Thomson pointed ahead and exclaimed.

Professor Feng's eyes lit up, this is the 'key to the anchor' he dreamed of, it carries the hope of mankind, and he sighed in his heart, this is his lifelong pursuit on the top of the mountain, and it is also his historical mission. "Thomson must not be allowed to destroy the key, even if he gambles his own life!" he said secretly.

Fengsheng stood at the back, calmly looking at everything in front of him, looking thoughtful.

Thomson was just about to move forward when he suddenly thought of what had happened to the wind, "It can't go so well," he whispered, "there must be a trap." He pressed his fingertips against each other, forming a spire, and looked at the golden key a few meters away, thinking about what to do.

Thomson originally wanted Fengsheng to get the golden key, but he was afraid that after Fengsheng got the key, he would take the opportunity to blackmail himself. Moreover, taking out the golden key is equivalent to deducting the iris on the earth's eyeballs, and there may be unexpected situations, and this risk can only be borne by the words of the wind.

Thomson expected that Professor Feng regarded the golden key as his life, and would never let go of this great opportunity. After Professor Feng got the golden key, humming, Thomson looked at the gun in his hand, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Thomson walked up to Professor Feng and said politely: "I'm going to trouble Professor Feng this time, it's most appropriate for you to go, because this is your research results, and the final glory should belong to ---your esteemed Professor Wind Language." ”

Feng Sheng didn't speak, glanced at the short-barreled gun in Thomson's hand, and his eyes drifted away, just looking at them out of the corner of his eye.

Professor Feng stared at the golden key, his heart was full of longing, he knew Thomson's insidiousness, but he had long been afraid of life and death, the golden key was the hope of mankind, the hope of the earth, and he would share life and death with it.

Professor Wind glanced at Thomson, but did not speak, with contempt in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and stroked the loose hair on his forehead, smiled, and with reverent respect, walked up to the altar, put his hands together, gave a deep salute, and then, walking towards the altar, his eyes looking directly at the golden key embedded in the rock.

At this time, Thomson and Fengsheng's eyes were firmly fixed on Professor Feng's every move, lest they miss any subtle movements.

Professor Feng muttered something to his lips, and slowly walked up the stone steps to the side of the altar, and glanced at the altar in the old age of the candle, and then he walked around the altar and stood in front of the huge brown rock. It stands between heaven and earth, rooted in the heart of the earth, and reaches into the sky.

Professor Wind slowly raised his right hand and stretched out the golden key along the surface of the rock.

The golden key is perfectly set in the rock depression, beautifully carved and shining with light, like a spring breeze, like a fire in a cold winter night, warm and quiet, like the destination of life, immaculate.

Professor Feng touched the golden key with his fingers, but found that under its warm light, it was cold all over, like the cold ice of the North Pole, a cold air, rushing towards him, this cold, as if with the breath of the ancient, cold as white snow, holy and solemn.

Then, the golden light disappeared and turned into a dark blue halo, and the ancient scene kept flashing, like a mirage, breathtaking, making people tremble, unable to hold themselves, and suddenly want to fall.

Professor Feng struggled to calm his mind and stand firm, "This must be a strong hallucination, and it can't fall." He whispered to himself.

Professor Feng did not hesitate, his fingers pulled the golden key, and then, with a forceful break, "Kara", the golden key popped out of the depression and was held in Professor Feng's hand.

Just as Professor Feng was rejoicing, suddenly the rock in front of him rumbled loudly and collapsed, splashing sand and gravel dust, and the golden rock wall turned into dust. A huge air current, pushing Professor Feng back to Thomson's side.

The three of them were stunned, the top of the mountain shook, dust and rocks slipped from the cliff wall one after another, as if the sky was falling apart, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the sun was fading, lightning and thunder roared, and the whole world was as dark as the end of the world.

Immediately afterward, there was a loud rumbling sound in the distance, and the wind was rolling in with lightning.

"It looks like a typhoon is coming!" Professor Feng roared, looking confused.

"Haha, I already expected the typhoon to come. Take the Heart of the Earth and the whole world will tremble. ”

"Why?" asked the wind.

"This golden key is the key to choking the typhoon from entering the mainland, just like the 'iris' on the eye of the typhoon, without it, the typhoon will be 'crazy', haha. That's what I want, to speed up the rate of climate distortion and meet the end of the earth!" Thomson laughed wildly.

Lightning shone on Thomson's face, and on his distorted face, it shone with an eerie white light, like a demon with a sinister grin.

"Think beautifully, I won't let you destroy the golden key!" Professor Feng shouted two steps away from Thomson, holding the golden key in both hands, holding it tightly to his chest.

"Completely destroy the golden key, the whole earth can be reborn, the wind! I and you can control the future of the earth, go! take the golden key back, it belongs to us!" Thomson clenched his short-barreled gun and yelled at the wind, his eyes flashing with a fierce gaze.

The wind didn't seem to be heard, perhaps the thunder frightened him, and he stood still, just looking at the two of them.

Thomson ran to Professor Wind, grabbed the golden key from Professor Wind's hand, and snatched it desperately. Professor Wind was knocked to the ground by him, shouting loudly as he could, trying his best to protect Thomson from getting his way.

The two hugged each other, rolling on the ground, scuffling, and their mouths covered with mud. Thomson grabbed Professor Wind's neck tightly, and as he rolled, his right hand dragged several times, trying to grab his own hand, but Professor Wind had already concentrated all his strength. Professor Wind pulled out his palm and slapped Professor Wind's cheek, and kicked Thomson's abdomen with both feet, only to hear an ouch, Thomson's body left Professor Wind and rolled to the side.

Feng Sheng was expressionless, and coldly watched the two of them rolling on the ground, as if thoughtful.

Thomson got up, his face bloodstained, the corners of his mouth covered with dirt, he looked resentful, holding a short-barreled gun in his hand, and stood there with a sneer, looking at Professor Feng who was squatting on the ground.

Thomson looked at the golden key in Professor Wind's hand, snorted coldly, and then raised the gun in his hand.

With a crisp gunshot, the bullet grazed Professor Wind's shoulder, struck the stone behind him, and sparks erupted, and he looked at Thomson in horror, but his hands tightened tighter.

At this time, thunder roared and lightning intertwined, heralding the arrival of a violent storm.

Another gunshot rang out, and Professor Feng screamed in pain, and blood gushed from his left arm, soaking through his shirt and falling to the ground, and his hand loosened and he collapsed to the ground.