The news of Dongfang Yuanai's verdict reached Song Ming's ears the next day, when he had finished tidying up and was flying out of the dungeon and flying straight to the heart of the Dark Forest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As for why Songming went to the Dark Forest, he didn't fully understand it himself.

What he didn't understand was why he always paid extra attention to it when he heard about the dragon, as if he was completely attracted, as soon as he left Tianzhumen, the first thing he did was to go to Wuhuan Street to reorganize his equipment, and he went straight to the surface, completely forgetting about Dongfang Yuanai's affairs, until he heard the news of Dongfang Yuanai's execution on the radio at this moment, he suddenly remembered yesterday's events.

Hearing this verdict, Song Ming didn't take it seriously at first.

Because according to the words of the old man in the confinement room, Dongfang Yuanai is very likely to be the biological daughter of Elder Xuanyue, and the dean Lan Ting Zhenren is the well-known Xuanyue faction, so that Dongfang Yuanai's execution will probably eventually evolve into a life sentence, or a result such as a suspended death sentence due to an emergency.

It was only when he heard the radio mention of the execution, that he was still slightly surprised.

Because it was none other than Elder Xuanyue who was about to be executed.

Song Ming shook his head helplessly, and a kick of steam blasted out:

"Cannibalism, after all, is illegal."

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Under his modification, Songming's small plane has now obtained the top speed of /h, although it is not as fast as most cars, but the small plane is cheaper and has low energy consumption, and /h is already a considerable speed for the dark forest that spans less than 3,000 kilometers from east to west.

Just half a day after leaving the dungeon, Songming had already entered the central area of the back mountain.

It's daylight season, and heat waves are rolling around.

In order to avoid the attack of the birds, he flew very high all the way.

In order to hunt the mutant pterosaur up close, he is slowly descending.

At this time-

The screen suddenly turned white, and his vision gradually blurred, and finally it was completely occupied by a thick fog.

This thick fog not only occupied his field of vision, but also enveloped the entire central area of the Dark Forest!

Song Ming was a little surprised, and became extra cautious.

While slowly diving in the thick fog, I took out the "Hearsay of the Samurai World" that I bought before leaving, and took advantage of this "leisure" to read it carefully.

Today is the third day of the Dragon Hunt.

News from the Dragon Hunting Convention has spread to every corner of the galaxy.

In the first two days of hunting, the Samurai Academy successfully hunted 238 mutant pterosaurs without one person dying, beating the Knight Academy and taking the lead.

The 238 mutant pterosaurs were transported back to the samurai academy overnight.

According to the research report of the Samurai Academy, these variants of pterosaurs have different shapes, although they are not large, the tallest is no more than eight meters, the wingspan is not more than ten meters, and they are not more than twenty years old, which is still young among the original beasts, but the ferocity is far beyond that of ordinary pterosaurs, bloodthirsty, and even feeds on ordinary dinosaurs.

What's even more amazing is its Dao power level - all 238 young dragons have exceeded level 81 (Kaiyuan Realm), and more than a dozen of them have reached an astonishing level 6561 (Feather Transformation Realm).

What is this concept?

The opening rate of ordinary proto-beasts in the Dark Forest (spirit level greater than 81) is 1 in 10,000, and the feather rate (spirit level greater than 6561) is 1 in million; And the opening rate of the human race today is 1 in 100,000, and the feather rate is more than 1 in 10 million, that is to say, among the 238 mutant pterosaurs, the number of people who have the level of Dao power equivalent to the Feather Realm is more than 30% of the warriors of the Feather Realm of all humans.

Based on this calculation, the entire Dark Forest ......

Think about it!

This conclusion shocked the entire galaxy.

Could it be that the dinosaur has mutated into a real dragon?

In the face of such a highly gifted divine beast, the human beings did not have time to show their awe, and they quickly revealed their greedy side.

Some of the injured and dead mutant pterosaur meat quickly flowed to the underground market, and the price of frozen mutant dragon meat was once speculated to S$300 a catty, and the live mutant pterosaur was even more valuable...... Even one after another, there were Bait City outlaws, Lizhou adventurers, and pirates outside the star (Mercury) who came to the Dark Forest, broke into the central area, and constantly harassed the Dragon Hunting Conference, wanting to get a piece of the huge profit.

On the other hand, people quickly believed that the Seven Samurai Tournament that Shogun Nanzhao would hold in five years, that humans would eventually control the dragons, and that the Shogun's Mansion would eventually lead humans to defeat the original beasts or leave the solar system.

It wasn't these that surprised Songming.

What surprised him—

He flew all the way for two hours, and he was not attacked by any flying beasts.

Where it shouldn't be, sometimes the safer it is, the creepier it gets.

However, the creepier it is, the closer it is to the truth.

Songming hung down and sank into the thick fog.

The radio equipment on the plane began to rattle, and soon lost its signal, and even his poor sense of knowledge seemed to be cut off.

The visibility around was no more than ten meters, and the fog was filled with the smell of blood, human blood, animal blood, and an extremely fishy smell of dragon blood......

Song Ming didn't think much about it, and the plane continued to dive, from a sparsely wooded place, into the forest, and landed steadily in a small clearing.

As soon as he pushed open the door, a sword shadow fell straight down.

Song Ming didn't pay attention to it, and secondly, the sword speed was too fast, and when he felt that the top of his head was dark, he couldn't avoid it, so he instinctively went to the right side, subconsciously protecting his head and right hand.

The blade of the sword fell with the cold light and slashed at his left shoulder, cutting a big gap in the T-shirt he had just bought from Wuhuan Street, and slashing his strong shoulder red, making it painful to look at.

It is the "iron block" of the nine types of blood.

To be able to get so close to Songming without Songming being aware of it at all requires at least the cultivation of the Feather Realm, but a sword cut by a Feather Realm warrior failed to hurt a single Songming.

It's an incredible thing!

At this moment, in front of Song Ming, the sword-cutting man poked out a frightened face from the thick fog:

"......Who the hell are you?"

Song Ming followed the sound and saw a man wearing the blue robe of the samurai academy walking out of the dense fog and standing in front of him tiredly.

This man looked like he was in his thirties, his eyes revealed horror and tiredness, half of his face still had paw prints, blackened blood stains, and most of his blue and white samurai robes were stained with blood, exuding a pungent fishy smell.

At this moment, Song Ming glanced at his reddened left shoulder, raised his head and said calmly:

"I think you can go a little further and aim a little more, okay?"

The sword slasher stared at Song Ming, who was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts (purchased on Wuhuan Street yesterday), and the horror in his eyes instantly returned to calm, and for another moment, a faint hostility rose, compared to it, more tired and dazed:

"It's you."

"You are?"

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