Following the Western Evil Dragon, when Wang Feng was defenseless, he saw an Oriental Divine Dragon.

The dragon coiled in the pit, and its body looked at least twenty or thirty meters long.

Under the reflection of the surrounding lights, the scales on the dragon's body shone with brilliant golden light. The magnificent glow is not like a biological feature, but rather like a refraction of metal.

So at first glance, Wang Feng was very skeptical.

The dragon in the pit may not be a mythical creature, but a carved statue.

Some people worship dragons.

In the middle of a deep pit, it is not strange to create a statue of a dragon and paint it with gold whitewash.

Even if he was told that this dragon carving was made of gold, he would admit it.

Hundreds of tons, thousands of tons of gold, and he hadn't seen it. Although it is said that with so much gold, the form of a dragon is indeed quite extravagant......

But in any case, it is still within the acceptable range.

However, Mr. Lieutenant, jumping and sliding into the pit, sat on the dragon's head.

Wang Feng's heart jumped, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Click......

Sure enough, his instincts were right.

As Mr. Geographic's slap fell, Panlong suddenly moved. The majestic body immediately swam on the ground, and after a circle, the scales were stretched out and the head hung in the air.

An invisible oppressive force naturally permeates the air.

At this moment, Mr. Geography stood on the dragon's head, excited to the point of madness: "I am the king of the world!"

Wang Feng stared, not feeling embarrassed by the other party.

In fact, it was him, who discovered the dragon and manipulated a dragon.

He will swell like this.

It's a dragon.

Elsewhere, at least in East Asia.

Influenced by Eastern culture, the worship of dragons has lasted for thousands of years.

Wang Feng can imagine that if it was placed more than a hundred years ago. Mr. Geography rode a dragon out of the mountain, either as a god, or as a true dragon who was ordered by the sky to save the world.

Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time......

Times are different, and people's wisdom has opened.

Mr. Geography is also very aware of this fact, so when he found the dragon, he did not dare to act rashly, but silently covered up the secret, and did not know what he thought.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Wang Feng.

Because by this time, the dragon had already swam up, and the huge dragon head was hanging down.

A shadow shrouded Wang Feng.

When a normal person encounters this situation, his legs must have weakened and trembled. Mr. Geographic, in particular, is still frantically shouting, "Surrender or die!"

Under such threats......

Wang Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and then he raised his hand and poked him in the back.

？？？

Mr. Geography was stunned.

This reaction is wrong.

Shouldn't normal people be weeping, frightened and scared?

Why, the other party is so calm?

Mr. Geography was puzzled and subconsciously looked back.

Click!

In an instant, his neck twisted, and he didn't dare to scream under the severe pain.

But he was so frightened that his soul went out of his body, and his mind went blank. Because at this time, a huge firebird, I don't know when, quietly appeared behind him.

Patches of fire feathers, exuding a gorgeous brilliance.

Rising and burning flames, blazing blooms, illuminate the spacious cavern.

The moment he looked back, the huge firebird waved its gorgeous wings, and a cloud of fire swept by.

Flutter!

Spikes.

Without any resistance, Mr. Geography was reduced to ashes.

When the wind blows, it turns into nothingness.

？

Wang Feng was stunned, and the bracelet shone brightly.

He was ready, ready for a big fight.

But before he could make a move, the opponent fell?

It's not even as good as tofu dregs.

It's too weak.

Wang Feng was a little ignorant, and he didn't understand how the opponent who rode the dragon was like a paper tiger, and it would break when he poked it.

This dragon, could it be, also an empty shell, right?

Instantly, Wang Feng hurriedly looked. He looked at it for a moment, and had to admit it.

This dragon is indeed an empty shelf.

His speculation may have been correct.

This dragon is really not a creature.

Because he found out, even if Mr. Geography was gone, the dragon would not react in the slightest. Even though it still maintains its posture of clutching its claws on all fours against the rock wall, its head hanging in the air.

Legend has it that it sounds magical, and it doesn't even have the ability to fly in the air.

This must be a fake dragon.

Wang Feng was skeptical.

And most importantly, in his induction.

The dragon in front of him did not have the slightest biological heat or fluctuation.

It was like, a cold puppet, a dead thing without any life.

The action just now was just moving according to the instinct of the machine, like a winding toy, moving one board at a time, without the slightest spirituality at all.

Or rather, there is no soul at all.

Eyes, no eyes.

Wang Feng looked up and saw it clearly.

The dragon's eye sockets were black and hollow.

He pondered for a moment, but he was not polite at all, and directly floated lightly, flush with the dragon's head.

He reached out and pressed it lightly on the dragon's head.

As expected, this dragon had no sign of attacking him at all.

No wonder......

In an instant, Wang Feng suddenly realized.

He understood Mr. Geographic's "good intentions".

In the final analysis, this dragon has no form, but no charm.

It's just like a huge toy, which can scare people at best, and has no real meaning in itself, so the opponent will choose to do it himself.

After discovering that the hatchet did not work, he tried to scare the dragon.

If it were an ordinary person, it was really possible to be bluffed by him.

It's a pity that he met Wang Feng.

It can only be said that people are not as good as heaven.

Tweeted!

While Wang Feng was thinking, the firebird in the air swooped down.

The huge size also shrank, and it turned into a small and delicate bird again, and landed on Wang Feng's shoulder.

It chirps happily, as if it were doing good.

"I know you're amazing. ”

Wang Feng smiled indulgently, stroked a strand of stupid feathers from the bird, and then said softly: "So, is there any connection between that golden chain and this golden dragon?"

He fell back into deep thought.

Egypt is thousands of miles away from here, and it is clear that they are the two poles of heaven.

In ancient times, there was a connection between the two places.

If nothing else, it must be the work of the civilization of the gods.

However, Wang Feng does not know what the specific connection is, and this is also the truth he has been searching for.

The secrets of this world, the truth of the origins of civilization.

Tweeted!

Caught off guard, the birds chirped again.

Wang Feng woke up and found that the bird was not showing merit, but discovering something.

It fluttered its wings and flew around the crater walls.

Well?

Wang Feng was stunned, temporarily left the dragon, and fell directly into the pit.

By the light of the fire, he could clearly see that on the rock wall, there were mottled murals.

dark red pigment, probably ochre.

At first glance, Wang Feng was stunned and looked far away.

It's like going back to ancient times, in the vast old days......