The undulating terrain and crystalline surface are an excellent cover for Wu Chen. And the hunting bow in his hand is also a more suitable weapon for hunting than the arcane carving.

The distance is long, the speed is fast, the lethality is high, and it is unexpected.

Naturally, it is unprepared.

Buzz –

The wind arrow is like a shooting star, and before the sound arrives, the arrow has arrived.

A firebird was shot out of its long neck without reacting. By the time it spewed blood and fell to the ground, its nearby companions didn't know what was happening. Obviously, these rare birds living in the Flame Mountain Realm have never had similar pictures in their memories.

Puff puff!

Five firebirds spurted blood and died, and the birds reacted. The commotion was like a ripple that spread rapidly among the birds, and from the center of the commotion, a terrifying firestorm rolled up and roared into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he walked cleanly.

Without waiting for Wu Chen to step forward, he had already pounced over to feast.

Two severed wings were found from the bird feathers that had been torn off, and Wu Chen's hair was neatly removed and oiled, and they were roasted on the ground fire that could be seen everywhere.

Soon, the refreshing scent spreads at the bottom of the pit.

"What does it smell like?" After eating the last firebird, he pounced back with a beak full of feathers.

"Pine scent." Wu Chen smiled and handed a charred and oily bird wing to the bird: "Salt-baked bird wings, the meat is tender and the skin is crispy." Do you want to try it? ”

"Oh." He stretched out his long, hot tongue and licked it gently. and carefully retracted. Immediately after, a pair of gong eyes opened in seconds. As soon as the long tongue was rolled, the salt-baked wings, which were much larger than the wings of an ostrich, clicked and clicked.

"It's delicious." Saliva is dripping down.

"And." Wu Chen handed over another bird's wing. The two salt-baked bird wings were still not enjoyable, so they went to rummage through the bird feathers and took the remaining eight bird wings.

Wu Chen put them on the fire one by one and smeared them with layers of pine-scented grease (please note!). ）。 Roasted until the outside is charred and tender on the inside, and all of them are eaten by the calf.

Looking inside, a faint halo appeared on the disk in his head, and Wu Chen smiled proudly.

Qian suddenly felt that he was much closer to Wu Chen. Of course, the beast lord who is as wise as a star and as deep as the sea blames all this on the relationship of feeding.

How could Wu Chen say it?

Laugh without saying a word.

It's really sinister!

Wu Chen also ate half of the tip of his wing, in addition to filling his stomach. It is also to show that it is not toxic (despicable...... ）。 Eat and drink enough and get back on the road. He ran wildly and continued to run towards the flaming mountain that seemed to be forever on the edge of the sky.

This journey is longer than Wu Chen imagined. Wu Chen is also accustomed to the days of riding on the back of the calf.

Whenever the grunt began to roar, Wu Chen would let him go to a nearby place suitable for hunting to spend the night.

Then Wu Chen cooked and fried all kinds of delicacies, and tried his best to make them eat. Of course, the grease is all rosin-scented grease.

In the eyes of outsiders, this extreme environment is completely comparable to hell. The fact that there are so many and amazing species really amazes him.

Tonight's camp is a steaming swamp of countless molten springs.

In the past, he said, it was a beautiful swamp of springs, and although lava seeping into the aquifer replaced the springs, the tenacious water vapor still entrenched on the swamp, forming a magnificent steam swamp.

Wu Chen and Qian. Head to head next to a spring. Wu Chen was silently counting, and Qian was silently salivating.

"That's it!" Wu Chen sat up suddenly. Immediately he stretched out his claws and pulled a semi-fluid egg out of the spring.

Shake off the attached lava flames, smash the crystalline shell, and the aroma immediately fills the nostrils. When the feathered shell was torn open, the skin was still spilling oil. Reach out and poke it, and immediately pull out the thin oil thread. The aroma is tangy. It's an appetite.

The Flaming Mountain called the Flower Chicken is specially customized to Thanksgiving Commemorative Glory Upgrade Edition - Called the Flower Bird!

It's not a bird called a flower, but it's really a bird called a flower! Although there are really birds called flowers and birds, it is called flowers and birds as fake! Got it? It's okay if you don't understand. It's super delicious (real too delicious bird...... ）。

Wu Chen likes wings. A pair is enough. And it's right that he likes to eat everything. As long as it is delicious made by Wu Chen, it will be eaten until tears.

The feeling of sleeping on a well-fed beast with a slightly undulating belly. It's like floating in soft clouds, so cool that you don't want to.

Qian raised his head slightly, looking at Wu Chen, who was sleeping soundly on his belly, and suddenly there was a warm bond in his heart.

This is human......

Nuwa gave them the most precious creativity.

A firebird has so many ways to eat. Is it the pain of human idleness, or are we stupid enough to break the eggs (egg: Hey, I've had enough, you guys hit your mouth cannons, what are you doing with me all the time?) It either hurts, or it breaks, and it's being pulled around, rolling around, and...... Can't I just have a beautiful little public act and live a happy and beautiful life from now on? ）。

Everything was beautiful. But when a Yuan Shen that made it very disgusted swept across the swamp, the Qi that had sensed it in advance immediately breathed out the fragrant divine beast breath, firmly enveloping himself and Wu Chen. The divine consciousness that swept over the Flame Mountain without interruption seemed to understand the hostility and dislike of it, and left calmly.

Wu Chen rolled over and continued to sleep soundly.

He also closed his eyes slightly, but propped up his ears and fell asleep.

Nothing was said all night.

A new day is spent in a wild run.

On the evening of the seventh day, he suddenly stopped.

The drowsy Wu Chen woke up: "Arrived?" ”

Unconsciously, the mountain of flames that has been dotted in the sky is close in front of you.

Looking up at the towering mountains and the flowing fire waterfalls, Wu Chen suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

"Where are you going?" He asked in a low voice. After a few days of getting along, there was a wonderful bond between Qian and Wu Chen. Of course, it is not unrelated to Wu Chen's secret evil.

"Go find a vicious dog named Rakai."

"That's what you're looking for?" He snorted disdainfully: "The hound of the Ice and Snow Goddess later became the watchdog of the Flame Mountain. ”

"You know where it is?" Wu Chen hurriedly asked.

"Yes." He said softly, "I'll take you there." ”

There are no secrets between mythical beasts.

They are all divine beasts living in the Flame Mountain Realm, and even if they don't intersect, they are all familiar with each other.

Hurtling up and down the foothills, the dripping rain of fire was blown away by the winding hurricane. Maybe it's because it's too close, scanning the wisps of divine consciousness in the Flame Mountain Realm at all times. I couldn't scan the beasts scurrying along the foothills.

Wu Chen crouched on the back of the divine beast, his gaze swept over the rolling mountains, trying to connect with the meat worms he saw on the machine boat. However, there is indeed an insurmountable gap between truth and appearance. Wu Chen subconsciously sighed: "I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain." ”

"Candle Dragon." He said suddenly.

"Huh?" Wu Chen was stunned.

"This mountain of flames is the corpse of a candle dragon." He said in a deep voice.

"What?!" Wu Chen was stunned. Isn't it a moth?! How can it be the legendary ancient god!!

Candle Dragon, alias Candle Nine Yin. The god of Zhongshan in ancient mythology.

Also known as Candle Nine Yin, with a human face and a snake body, he lives in the extremely cold land in the north. Crimson, thousands of miles long, open eyes for day, close eyes for night, inhale for winter, exhale for summer, and can call for wind and rain. No water, no food, no sleep and no rest.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Book of the Great Wilderness" contains: "Beyond the Northwest Sea, north of Chishui, there is Zhangwei Mountain. There is a god, the face of the human snake is naked, the eyes are straight, the eyes are obscure, and the sight is clear. No food, no sleep. Wind and rain are admonishable. It is the candle nine yin, and it is called the candle dragon. And "Overseas Classics": "The God of Zhongshan." The name is candle yin, regarded as day, sleep is night, blowing is winter, calling is summer, and do not drink. No food, no rest, rest for the wind; Thousands of miles long, in the east of the night, it is a thing. Human face, snake body, red, living at the foot of Zhong Mountain. ”

Regarded as day, sleep as night, blowing as winter, exhaling as summer, no drinking, no eating, no rest, breath as the wind, thousands of miles long!!

Wu Chen suddenly woke up, it is the alternation of day and night in the middle realm of Feiqin, cloudy and rainy, and the four seasons change...... All from the Candle Dragon?!

In other words, the candle dragon is the patron saint of the Kotoha realm?

Yet isn't he dead?!

"Now that the candle dragon is dead, why is it still alternating between day and night, the four seasons, and the rain and shine?" Wu Chen simply asked.

"The hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen." In a word.

Only then did Wu Chen deeply understand the most profound connotation of this idiom that is often on his lips!

"Do you know why the candle dragon died? Why is he lying here? I heard that he came out of the ground, his whole body festered, and he died in the fire for 500 miles......"

"At the foot of the Bell Mountain." Wu Chen woke up a little.

"Therefore, the human face, the body of the snake, and the red color, dwelling at the foot of the bell mountain...... Not to live at the foot of Mt. Zhong, but at the foot of Mt. Bell'! Wu Chen understood everything now. It turns out that this is how the Kotomi realm is set! But who killed him?

"I don't know." He wasn't lying. Such a secret setting is not something that a divine beast can know.

However, Wu Chen thought a lot!

First of all, how did the candle dragon come about. Did you come here voluntarily, or was you caught? If he came here voluntarily, then what was the mystery of the Qin Middle Realm, which made the ancient gods willing to stoop here. If someone catches him, then how much magic power should this person who catches him!

Anyway, Wu Chen was still refreshed his cognition. As far as he knows, almost all anime and games portray the candle dragon as a dragon, and only the Kotonaka realm restores him to a worm! Now that I think about it, it seems that the shape of the insect is closest to the description in ancient documents such as the Classic of Mountains and Seas!

"Qian, after entering the Flame Mountain, I can always feel a divine consciousness sweeping back and forth, who is he?" Through getting along in the past few days, Wu Chen has established a deep bond with Qian. And just now he took the initiative to reveal the identity of the candle dragon to Wu Chen. Only then did Wu Chen try to ask him the question that had been entrenched in his heart.

"I don't know. But this consciousness seems to come from the candle dragon. The answer given by Qian made Wu Chen a little surprised.

"Isn't he dead?" It's understandable to die without being stiff, after all, the real death is brain death. It is normal for the body to be vegetative and the cells of the body are equally active. But if the divine consciousness is still there, and the primordial spirit is not destroyed, how can it be called 'death'?

"So, that's the weirdest part." Before the words fell, he flew up!

The towering mountain flew under his feet, and by the time his eyes were focused again, he had leapt over a cliff, and in front of him was a crimson crack that spewed tongues of fire.

"This is a secret that only the watchdog knows." As he spoke, he strode towards the crack. (To be continued.) )