I don't think there is a living organism that can walk like the wind and the momentum of the rainbow without eating or drinking for hundreds of millions of years.

But what happened next in front of my eyes was a resounding slap in the face.

Here's the thing......

After chatting with Fred Alexander, I took a nap.

When my physical condition was at its best, I took two knives, carried a dart on my back, and dragged a bunch of pterodactyls to the next portal.

As soon as I entered the portal, I saw dozens of blue and yellow winged dragons slowly flying in the air.

Through the previous battles, I had a general understanding of the attack methods of these two pterosaurs, especially the power of the light blue light ball that the blue pterosaur spat out.

So, after a few teases, I succeeded in luring a light blue ball of light, and in doing so, I wiped out the group of pterosaurs.

After collecting all the pterosaur corpses, I happily walked around the main hall, looking around, while thinking that this layer is not a big deal, isn't it a group of pterosaurs, I have already found a trick to kill them easily, even if the pterosaurs come more violently, we will not be wrong.

Filled with pride, I walked through the entire hall, but somehow I couldn't find a portal to the next floor.

This made me wonder: could it be in some special position, or some unobtrusive corner?

With this in mind, I once again launched a more detailed investigation.

The results of this investigation were the same as the previous one, which made me very irritated - how do I get out of this place without a portal?

In the midst of distress, his eyes suddenly fixed on a huge pterosaur sculpture not far away.

This pterosaur sculpture is in the shape of a prone, with its wings spread out and overlapping under its sharp beak, and the bony horns on the top of its head, wings, and tail are particularly thick and sharp.

If it were a real pterosaur, it would probably be three or four times the size of other pterosaurs.

It's not an exaggeration to call it the Pterodactyl King.

Although the gray stone sculpture was lifelike, it blocked the wall behind it, and God knows if it would be a portal behind it.

I gritted my teeth to find the portal, and I was in pain to smash the lifelike pterosaur sculpture.

The Great Tai Knife, which condensed the killing intent, easily slashed the outer layer of the stone shell to pieces, but the sharp blade stopped at a millimeter below the stone shell.

"Could it be that there is a mystery hidden under the stone shell?"

I muttered as I reached out and tossed away the broken stone shells one by one.

Beneath the stone shell was a layer of bright red as blood, which reached out and knocked on it, it was hard and quite tough.

"What is this?"

Puzzled, I stabbed with Xilan's demon knife, but there was no damage, not even scratches.

"Huh?" I became interested: "What kind of material is this?" How tough it is? ”

"Please allow me to say something that disturbs your interest," the big sword surprisingly did not directly mock, but politely asked for my opinion.

I couldn't help but say disdainfully: "Hey, hey, just say it if you want to, when did you become so polite, I can hear goosebumps all over my body." ”

"Oh, that's right," Dataidao's tone was very low, as if whispering, "I think that what is displayed in front of you is not a statue, but a living red pterodactyl." ”

"Living Pterodactyl?" I scoffed: "Don't be funny, okay, how could a living pterosaur be sealed in a stone shell?" ”

"If you don't eat, drink, or move for hundreds of millions of years, you will definitely form a layer of fossil-like crust on the surface of your skin."

Da Taidao said calmly.

"Ha, I didn't eat, drink, or ...... for hundreds of millions of years What? You mean...... Is this crust formed because it has not moved for hundreds of millions of years? I suddenly panicked and said, "It's difficult, is it really alive?" ”

Without waiting for Da Taidao to answer, he saw that the red object suddenly trembled, and in just a few breaths, a bright red thing like blood broke out of the stone, and the person stood up.

As the rubble fell, its lineup was gradually revealed, it was a huge pterodactyl with a blood-red body!

The wings are extended, more than two meters long, the beak is like a sword, the teeth are like knives, and in the middle of the whites of the golden eyes, there is a bright red pupil, the pupil sometimes opens, sometimes contracts, and soon the focus is completed.

Focus, it's me!

I screamed, turned and ran.

In the face of a pterodactyl that is unknown in terms of attack method and combat skills, if you don't run, you will die!

During the wild run, I only heard a long whistling of the pterosaur behind me, and then a few rapid sounds, only to feel a tingling sensation that was not obvious from the back of my neck, I subconsciously turned around, and suddenly my soul was shocked.

Was this red giant pterosaur really the same species as the blue pterosaur and the earthy yellow pterosaur?

Why did the blue pterosaur and the earthy yellow pterosaur fly at a turtle speed, while it is as fast as a wolf?

Why haven't you eaten or drunk for hundreds of millions of years, and the speed can still be so fast?

All of a sudden, my mind was full of these doubts, and it was because of these doubts that I couldn't focus on running for my life.

Soon, the soles of his feet went limp, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The red pterosaur chasing me clearly didn't expect me to fall, and before it could brake, it lunged and slammed into a stone pillar a few steps away.

With a loud bang, the pillar was half destroyed, and the stone chips scattered all over the ground, and many fist-sized pieces of rubble rolled one after another, and finally bounced onto my legs, cutting through my pants and scratching my skin.

I scrambled to my feet, grabbed my knife, and stared warily at the bottom of the ruined pillar.

There was a pile of rubble there, and under the rubble was buried a red pterodactyl, and I didn't know whether to live or die.

But I knew very well that this blow would not be painful or itchy for it, because even if it were me, I would have suffered only minor injuries at most.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, there was a bang, and the red-winged dragon stood up suddenly, opened its sharp beak, showed its sharp teeth, and bit hard, only to hear a few soft crunching sounds, and a few falling stones were crushed by it.

"I'll go, it's really good!" Horrified, I couldn't help but praise, "I really want to know what brand of toothpaste it uses." ”

The red-winged dragon spread its wings again, flew into the air, its head slightly raised, and suddenly, the magical elements in the main hall began to stir, and converged into the beak of the red-winged dragon with a flow of water.

"This—This is ......"

"Run!" Da Taidao hurriedly said: "This is the dragon's breath!" ”

I subconsciously turned around and fled, puzzled as I ran, "Didn't the dragon's breath spew out of the dragon's throat?" Maybe it's just its special skills. ”

"You say dragon breath is spit out of a dragon's throat?" Da Taidao sneered and corrected, "Have you forgotten the evil dragon Spitz? There are only dry bones left, where is the throat? ”

(End of chapter)