Shi Yutian fumbled and picked up Geng Fei's corpse, gritted his teeth, and said fearfully and resentfully, "Shi Yutian." ”

Zhang Tai stammered in fright and said, "Chapter ...... Great. ”

Mo Yanshan thought that he would die anyway, endured his trembling body, and said very simply: "Who are you?"

A shrill voice said, "Bold." ”

Mo Yanshan suddenly felt a huge force coming, and he couldn't help but fly upward, and fell back to the stone ground.

Mo Yanshan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his intuition was spinning, and his five organs seemed to be broken.

Mo Yanshan endured the severe pain and dizziness, half sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said fiercely: "Kill me, what else." ”

Shi Yutian shouted anxiously: "Don't." ”

The shrill voice laughed and said: "It's not good to say anything, you won't be an idiot who is not afraid of death, anyway, I look at you quite pitiful, and I won't let you die now." ”

Mo Yanshan snorted coldly.

A shrill voice said: "Next, I will test you, if anyone can stay in my Hundred Transformations Dragon Bracelet for an hour without fainting, I will not blame the past, send that person out, if anyone can't hold out for an hour, then I will immediately send that person back to the West." ”

Could it be that this man is just playing with them as ants? There is no other purpose? Mo Yanshan faintly felt that it was not so simple, this person must have a hidden conspiracy behind him.

Mo Yanshan calmed down and thought, if he persevered for an hour, there would be a possibility of life, his parents had not been found, he faintly felt that his parents had not died, his greatest wish in this life was to find his parents, to live to see people, to die to see corpses, he wanted to confide in them for so many years of grievances, he could not die, he had to live.

There was a chance to get out alive, Zhang Tai said excitedly: "I agree." ”

Shi Yutian gritted his teeth and said, "I also agree." ”

Mo Yanshan said: "Words are counted, there is nothing to say." ”

The shrill voice laughed: "What I say, of course, counts, I will never fart." ”

It was funny that this sentence came from the mouth of a demon, but none of them could feel the laughter, and their hearts were now filled with fear and excitement.

At this time, in the darkness, a jet-black, carved with intricate patterns suddenly flew out, and the bracelet was shining with black light, stretching and growing little by little.

Through the faint flickering black light, the three of them saw that on the stone floor not far from them, there was an old man in a rotten robe with a body as withered as rotten wood, a face wrinkled as walnuts, eyes like black and white dead fish beads, and purple curly hair like a Buddha.

The old man's withered hands hugged each other, placed them on his legs in front of his lower abdomen, and pinched the flame mark unique to the Demon Dao.

This is clearly a dead man, and a dead man can still speak, which is really terrifying.

Behind the old man was a cage composed of thousands of small pocket swords attracting each other, and outside the cage was a dark and deep lake swirling and flowing.

The three of them had a heavy heartbeat and shortness of breath.

In the blink of an eye, the bracelet turned into a black dragon for a day, and the black dragon's body rotated in circles, almost occupying the space composed of small swords. Dalong's eyes were so cold that people didn't dare to look at them directly. The big dragon opened its mouth, let out an empty dragon roar like a beast, wandered a few times in mid-air, and then flew towards them, after the dragon head approached them, its mouth opened a slit, and it inhaled suddenly, and then grew into the dragon's mouth, leaking two rows of snow-white fangs and a huge red tongue.

The three of them retreated in fright, but a powerful suction force quickly came, and the three of them left the ground with their feet, and their bodies involuntarily spun like falling leaves and flew into the throat of the great dragon.

The three of them entered the dragon's belly and parted in the dark.

Mo Yanshan entered the dragon's belly, thinking that the dragon's belly was pitch black, but he didn't expect it, but he came to a snow-capped black stone mountaintop, the top of the mountain was a gray sky, he looked around, and found that the darkness and day were not far from the top of the mountain, carving an irregular ellipse.

What a test it is.

Mo Yanshan calmed down his pounding heart, and leaned on a red sharp stone anxiously and looked at the four directions vigilantly.

Suddenly, the wind swished, and the sky also floated with goose feather snow, the wind and snow soon became bigger and bigger, the temperature in the air became lower and lower, Mo Yanshan hugged his chest with his arms and shivered, and all the breath he exhaled turned white.

Originally, the season of Ziyang Lake was autumn, and he wore very thin clothes, and when it was cold, he would soon become a popsicle.

Mo Yanshan squatted down and curled up, but the cold was pervasive, and it still didn't work, the cold wind and snowflakes blew on the bare skin, like a knife cut.

He felt the stiffness of his body deepening from the outside to the inside, he didn't want to die, he had to move, he stood up with difficulty and pain, gritted his teeth, and ran in circles around the flat ground around the sharp rock.

The snow on the ground was only a thin layer blown by the wind, and it was the most slippery, and he had to fall after running a lap. There were still scattered stones on the ground, and when he fell up, there was a cut, and the blood flowed, but he didn't dare to stop anything, and endured the severe pain of the wound being invaded by the cold, and was afraid to get up and continue to run.

I don't know how long he ran, how many laps he ran, how many times he fell, he felt that his body was almost unable to hold on, and his breathing could not continue.

He fell for the last time and struggled to get up, but felt that his body was sucked in by something, and he couldn't move.

At this moment, an energy like electricity came from the rocks on the ground, attacking his body, cutting along its meridians like a knife into his body.

He felt as if his internal organs were pierced by steel needles.

The pain was not at all tolerable for ordinary people, and he screamed, and cold sweat immediately flowed from his forehead.

Attack after attack, one after another, growing more and more intense.

He was rolling hard, yelling incessantly, his consciousness becoming more and more blurred, and he felt faint.

He can't die, he must find his parents in this life.

He tried hard to think about the appearance of his parents, stretched his left index finger into his mouth, and bit hard, the sharp pain in his fingers could somewhat offset the pain on his body and make him feel better.

The attacks kept coming, and he couldn't stop biting his fingers, and he felt like they were biting to the bone.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and the faces of his parents were blurred away, and he vaguely felt that his index finger had run into his mouth, so he could no longer support it and fainted.

I don't know how long it took.

Mo Yanshan woke up and found himself slumped on the stone floor, with Shi Yutian and Zhang Tai, who were pale and did not know life and death, lying on the ground next to him.

Feeling something in his mouth, he spit on the ground with a "poof", and saw that it was a severed finger with blood closed, looking at his left hand, the index finger was gone, and he actually bit off his finger.

A heart-piercing pain came from the severed finger.

He gritted his teeth and didn't scream.

What about cutting off a finger?

He bared his teeth, a cruel smile leaking out of his face.

Suddenly, the shrill voice in his heart sounded again, and he said in surprise: "Mo Yanshan is good, your kid is very resilient, he is a heavenly demon body that has not been encountered for thousands of years, in order to succeed, he actually bit off his finger, it is ruthless enough, it is in line with the temperament of people in the demon path, and it is also a quality that must be possessed for cultivating magic skills, I like it, and the Variety Demon Dragon Bracelet will be given to you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the magic dragon bracelet that turned into a dragon flew towards him. The dragon's mouth became smaller and lifted his index finger from the ground and connected it to his severed finger, and then the oolong dragon swirled around his severed finger, and he only felt his severed finger itching. The oolong grew smaller and smaller, slowly turning into a bracelet the size of a ring, which reached his severed finger and vanished without a trace.

Miraculously, the wound on his severed finger healed quickly and with visible speed.

He tried to move his index finger, but it was a little inflexible and he didn't feel any discomfort.

But the magic dragon bracelet went there, and eighty percent hid it in his body, and when he needed to use it, he might be able to summon him.

This is a treasure, why should this weirdo give himself such a good treasure.

He must be asking him to do something.

Mo Yanshan stammered: "Front...... Generation, do you have something to do?"

With gratitude in his heart, he called his senior, but he felt that this senior was too evil and a little unworthy, so the word senior was called very unnatural, and he regretted it when he called out, how could a manly man grovel and be so cheeky.

As soon as the dragon bracelet disappeared, the space was once again dark.

The shrill voice said, "You are very smart, I will die soon, but before I die, I have to tell you something." ”

The dying words must be very important, Mo Yanshan stood up with difficulty and listened attentively.

A shrill voice said, "Come closer." ”