If it weren't a place where humans lived, there must be another kind of living being. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

My soul drifted into the Broken Dragon Canyon, and I could only see a bird without eyes, this kind of bird had no feathers, only a dense layer of down, but with fangs, and I thought of bats.

The canyon was warm and wet, only a few zhang wide, and the creek was half a zhang wide, but the water was white, and I began to look for the source of the stream, and found that the stream was flowing from a gap at the bottom of the cliff.

On the mossy rocks, I also saw a lot of fluorescent mushrooms, all as thick as an arm, and the thickest ones were as thick as enamel jars, brightly colored, and could be eaten if they were not poisonous.

On the rock face of the canyon, I saw familiar signs, a Tibetan script that I couldn't read, just like the one Ripp had carved along the way, and at intervals I would come across the Nyima pile.

My soul drifted along the stream, where many white bumps like mushroom heads grew on the mountain walls, and after drifting for more than fifty miles, the canyon suddenly opened up, and a pool of shrubs with small leaves and yellow flowers bloomed around the waterhole.

Further on, there is a steep staircase, but the middle of the staircase has been blown up, and the stream has formed a small waterfall here.

I continued to swim down, and a large school of black fish gathered in the water. These fish also have no eyes, and many creatures in the dark have their eyes degraded.

The stream further along became wide and gentle, and there was a dam that kept the water out, but it was small.

The dikes became more and more secret, and I saw white fish in the water. These fish are like carp, but they also have no eyes and have fine tusks.

The embankment in front of it suddenly turned into a round stone pillar with Sanskrit carved on it, which of course I couldn't read, but the top of the pillar was a pile of Nima made up of skeletons.

I remembered the skulls of the people used to practice in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which was piled up like this, could it be that the Black Wind Shuangsha also came here back then?

What does it portend that I am terrified of, but fascinated by, this pyramid of human skulls?

Then I heard the top human skull make a sound, and a long, black snake crawled out of its mouth and quickly swam into the stream.

Even though I was in a state of soul, I was also taken aback.

But what creeped me even more was the voice of the skeleton, it was a human speaker, "Welcome to the Broken Dragon Canyon, you are new here?" ”

Could it be that this skull is alive?

The voice was like that of an old man, low and clear, and without malice.

I hurriedly replied, "Are you talking to me?" ”

The other party asked rhetorically: "Is there a second soul here?" "I could tell that the voice was the same as Dewang's accent, Tibetan Mandarin.

I was a little surprised, it was not easy to meet someone here who could chat and speak Chinese, so I hurriedly replied: "I am the soul of a pedestrian who is ready to pass by here, what do you call my predecessors?" ”

The skeleton replied: "I used to be Zampu on the plateau, I admire real warriors, so the warriors who have passed by here for thousands of years, I hope they can stay, but they will not be forced to stay, you look like a real warrior, but you can come here, it means that your ability is extraordinary." ”

The other person's words sounded useful, and I continued to listen.

"Actually, there are tens of thousands of warrior souls gathered here, but you can't see them because you haven't joined them yet; There is a black dragon in front, it is the embodiment of the devil who escaped from hell, every warrior will become a real warrior after defeating it, but this evil dragon will never be killed, young soul, you can challenge it, if you fail, you can take a detour! ”

Dragon Quest?

I answered, and drifted on.

In front of me was a pile of rocks, and a fat black dragon was lazily entrenched, and I saw that this black dragon was not the same as the mythical dragon, it had wide wings, and its eyes would change color, sometimes green and sometimes red. It was covered in thick scales, and even the ghost bullets in the Desert Eagle pistol couldn't hurt it.

I looked up at my watch, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and it was two hours before dawn, but I only had one hour at most to challenge the dragon.

"Let's get started, I'm running out of time!" I was the first to speak, but the other person looked at me with contempt.

I clenched my pistol and was ready to fire a shot to see if the ghost bullet would work?

The dragon opened its mouth and began to breathe deeply behind me, and I felt a strong suction force pumping my soul into the dragon's mouth.

In the midst of the danger, I hurriedly fired, and a ghost bullet was slamming into the dragon's throat.

The dragon's tongue suddenly curled, like the long tongue of a lizard, and quickly wrapped up the ghost bullet, and the suction disappeared, and I hurriedly stepped back.

It seems that the ghost bullet is ineffective against this evil dragon, should I fight them with my bare hands?

I pulled out my military dagger, but it was too short to seem useless.

I still have an acupuncture bag and a medicine kit on me. Maybe the contents would come in handy, but just as I hesitated, the dragon opened its mouth again and quickly sucked me into it.

My soul quickly shrank and entered its mouth.

The dragon's mouth was sticky and full of burning sensation.

I quickly stabbed my dagger into the dragon's long tongue, and the other party was in pain, and quickly engulfed my soul.

Now I couldn't resist it, and the long, soft tongue sent me into the dragon's belly, but it got stuck in my throat. I quickly took out the triangular needle from the acupuncture bag and plunged it into the throat next to it.

The dragon began to roll on the ground, and I heard the sound of the pillar being broken, and I rolled with it.

In the tumbling, I opened the medicine box, the medicine and syringe in it quickly fell out and slid into the dragon's stomach, I grabbed a syringe, and through the throat it glowed red, I grabbed another anesthetic, and used the syringe to break the bottleneck of Ancis. He skillfully pulled out the anesthetic inside, and then injected the dragon's throat.

The dragon stopped rolling and opened its mouth wide again, and a powerful stream of air poured out of the dragon's lungs, rushed down the trachea and out of my throat, squirting me out of the dragon's throat.

Unexpectedly, the anesthetic was also effective against the evil dragon, and the evil dragon curled up among the rocks again, like a dead snake and did not move.

"Congratulations on your successful challenge to the dragon, do you want to stay?" The voice sounded again, and I looked at my watch again, and it was only five thirty o'clock, but I had to return immediately, so I replied aloud: "I can't stay yet, my companion is about to wake up, I have to rush back, senior, we'll see you in the day!" ”

The other party did not stay, so I followed the creek back to the entrance of the canyon.

Suddenly, I saw that the white bumps on the rock face were the bald heads of warriors, showing all sorts of faces, and they all stretched out their arms and invited me to stay.

Where do I seem to have encountered this scene?

Fortunately, the canyon was wide enough for me, and I swam back quickly.

The white fish in the brook dived to the bottom, and the black birds saw my soul and scattered in all directions.

When I flew to the top of the waterfall, I saw a black fish soaring into the air like a swordfish, which was amazing, but a bird suddenly jumped out of the way, opened its mouth to grab the black fish, and flew to the side.

By the time I left Broken Dragon Canyon and rushed back to the campsite, Zhuo Maji and Rip had already woken up and started to prepare breakfast.

My soul merged with my body, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that Alimishe had also awakened, staring at me.