The southernmost part of the stone forest is a large area of dark area, which means that this kind of place is relatively damp and dark, which also belongs to the category of swamp land, but the area where the swamp is located is very narrow. If you are lucky enough to step into it, then congratulations, your luck is really good.

The swamps were filled with thick fog, even if it was only a small area of Area C, but the thick fog that had accumulated there for a long time had persisted. Therefore, anyone who enters Area C will easily lose their way if they cannot recognize the direction of the place and the mark between the hunter.

Yang Long is an excellent example, he is an outsider, not a hunter in the hunting circle at all, so let alone what special place the mark between hunters is engraved and where can it be found. He didn't even know what the hunter mark was now, so how to find it.

As soon as the immale dragon walked in, it lost all its direction by the dense fog, and it was like a headless fly, skewering around.

Yang Long once remembered the night when he was lost in the depths of the stone forest, although he didn't know how he was found by Uncle Niu who was passing by, but he heard that his location was not the center of the stone forest at that time. Fortunately, however, Yang Long was not attacked by wild beasts.

Therefore, according to Uncle Niu, if ordinary people do not follow the signs between hunters, then they will not have a chance to enter the center of the stone forest at all, even if a very few can break into the stone forest, then don't think of it, this place is like a place where there is no return.

Yang Long knew that he had been teleported in, so he didn't make it public. Even if he knew that Uncle Niu would not tell Yanglong's secret, it was still extremely troublesome to explain, and it involved a lot, so he hid this matter. However, even if Yang Long was not familiar with this place, Uncle Niu didn't tell him how to identify the direction in the stone forest.

There are no tall stone pinnacles in Area C, only a few scattered rockfalls. These rockfalls are also quite tall and abrupt in the middle of the surrounding trees, so they are easy to identify, but the fog here is too thick.

Yang Long held the familiar stone spear in his hand, and walked forward tentatively step by step, although it was a bit slow to walk, but it was also extremely safe, which was also common sense when walking in a swampy land. In the previous life, Yang Long has always flattered this to the end, whether the words of the ancients are right or wrong, there must be a reason, as for listening more and listening less, you have to rely on yourself. Of course, this seems to have been learned not by the ancients, but by television.

The stone spear was given to him by Uncle Niu before Yang Long left, and Yang Long thought that the weapon that had followed him for six years would be lost like this! Unexpectedly, Uncle Niu had kept it all the time. When he took it out so far, Yang Long was still a little suffocating, after all, it was like a broken stone spear, and it didn't look like a divine blade or something.

After walking for most of the day, Yang Long found himself a little out of breath. However, when he himself observed the surrounding terrain, he found that the place seemed to be somewhat familiar.

"Huh, why does it feel that something is wrong! This place seems to have just been walked through, what the hell is going on?" Yang Long frowned deeply as he faced a falling rock and looked at the notches on the stone wall. He remembered that he had just walked past this tall falling rock, and now that he had walked for most of the day, he realized that he had walked back to the same place, and the mark carved on the stone wall was still there.

From this point of view, he already knew that he was indeed lost.

Yang Long shook his head with a wry smile: "Damn, even if I don't know what that mark is, but I'm not a road idiot! I don't know what to say about you!"

Yang Long sighed, wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of his forehead, and began to gasp heavily, and his head felt slightly dizzy.

"Damn the fog, it's a little too thick. Yang Long sat on a big rock and rested, feeling that his luck seemed to be a little unraveling, and his hands and feet were a little weak.

"Why hasn't you taken a few steps before you start to feel a little weak?" Yang Long muttered to himself with some doubts: "What the hell is going on? I think at the beginning, when I was in the abyss, even if I practiced for more than ten hours, I didn't feel so weak!"

"Strange! It seems that this place is indeed something extraordinary. ”

At this moment, Yang Long began to carefully observe the surrounding terrain and calm his mind. Yang Long began to meditate on the spot, which was his usual habit when practicing blood control. This method of calming the mind is more likely to calm down the irritated mood, which is very helpful for the pranayama mentality.

He knew that he was a little anxious just now, but after such a breath, Yang Long found a big problem. When he was pranayama, Yang Long found that his qi and blood were not running smoothly, and it seemed that there was a resistance trying his best to suppress the qi and blood in Yang Long's body.

As the corners of Yang Long's eyebrows wrinkled deeper and deeper, green tendons suddenly appeared on the surface of Yang Long's skin with his breath, like small cyan snakes swimming, hideous and terrifying.

"Roar" Yang Long clenched his fists and roared softly. The bulging green tendons swelled suddenly, and strange things, under the green tendons, thin black silk threads converged from the eight veins of the limbs.

"Poof!" Yang Long squirted black blood.

"Such a powerful poisonous gas, I didn't expect this place to be so weird. Looking at the blood spurting out of his mouth, Yang Long gasped.

He didn't expect that there was such a big hidden danger in this place. If it weren't for the fact that Yang Long had been training his body with the blood of earth spiders under the abyss, and he had become more or less resistant to toxins, I am afraid that the current Yang Dragon would not be as simple as spitting blood. He didn't expect that the poisonous gas in this swampy place was so powerful that even the Yang Dragon, who had a little toxic resistance, was hit, so if ordinary people inadvertently broke into here, there would be no way out at all.

In a few steps, you will definitely die, and the toxin here is not much worse than the venom of the ground spider. Where there is poisonous gas, there must be a large amount of poison gathered. Yang Long hadn't noticed much since he had been on the road before, and because he was somewhat resistant to toxins, he didn't pay much attention to the small poisonous insects around him.

Yang Long said lightly: "No wonder, when everyone chooses Area C, they all look like they want to die." At the time, I wondered why I chose to go so far away because of the fact that I didn't choose a near place. ”

Now he knew why everyone else had lost their souls once they had chosen Area C. Now it seems that this loss of soul is still light, and it would be good if it didn't lose its life.

However, this poisonous area still has some effect on Yang Long, not to mention that Yang Long has not yet reached the point where ten thousand poisons are inviolable, so he has to take two steps to force out a trace of black blood from his body.

Yang Long knew that no matter how vigorous his qi and blood were now, if he continued to consume such a little bit, he would have to die here sooner or later.

However, there is only one thing that Yang Long can be pleased about, and that is that although there are many poisonous insects in this place, they are not large beasts or demon beasts. Therefore, as long as you are careful, Yang Long can basically run rampant at this moment.

It's a pity that the dense fog here is too thick, even if it is a little farther away, Yang Long can no longer see the falling rocks he has marked. Such a headless fly search was not a solution, but at this time he thought of a way.

Along the way, Yang Long has been carving his own talisman, which is very simple, that is, a direction sign on the highway in the previous life, which is also very simple and easy to understand for people in this world. There was only one direction that Yang Long marked, and that was to point to the large boulder in the center.

Yang Long grinned and said, "Although I don't know the way out, someone always knows!"

After this qiē was done, Yang Long found a place to hide. It's a bit like waiting for a rabbit, but it's very useful. It's a very boring time because waiting is always the hardest thing.

Sure enough, it didn't take half a day. Yang Long found that under the dense fog not far away, a group of people really came. From the muttering voices of these people, Yang Long found that there should be no less than six or so of them.

"Are there so many people?" Yang Long looked at the few blurred figures not far away with some surprise, and wondered in his heart.

According to the way of the competition, Uncle Niu also told him before that anyone who participates in the hunting day will not be in groups. After all, no one knows who is the real prey next to them, so most of them are alone in the early stage of the game.

But it wasn't even a day before the game, and these guys were all together. From this point of view, it is already worth thinking about Yanglong.

"Either these guys have been colluding a long time ago, or there must be some conspiracy among these guys. ”

At this time, Yang Long suddenly remembered what Uncle Niu had said before the game. This game is for Uncle Niu, so these guys must have some kind of conspiracy. Seeing that these guys were prepared, Yang Long knew that Uncle Niu's enemy had already opened up the entire hunting tribe.

While Yang Long was thinking, the figures of this group of people became clearer and clearer, and Yang Long heard a familiar voice. As the voice became clearer and clearer, Yang Long's eyes gradually became more and more gloomy.

He reined in his breath and hid behind another boulder, listening intently. However, when he saw the appearance of the person who came, the coldness in his eyes had advanced from coldness to ice. I don't know if I don't see this, and the corners of Yang Long's mouth can't help but tilt up slightly.

"It's really a narrow road!"

Not far from Yanglong, a group of young men and girls walked with frowns, and in the middle of this group of men and women walked a limping leader. This guy is the Heavenly Immortal who was pierced through his hands and feet by Yang Long with an arrow blade that day.