If this book is somewhat similar to the Hokage, the author does not deny it, because the inspiration came from the Hokage. But if you look at it slowly, you'll see that it's still very different.

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After breakfast, Mo Lin began the third day's journey, and after coming down from the mountains, he passed through a rugged canyon with rocks and clouds, and finally came to the jungle.

Opening the compass and determining the direction, Mo Lin groped his way into the jungle.

This jungle seems to have never been entered since the desolation of heaven and earth, and everywhere you can see the towering trees of five or six people hugging each other, and the branches of the tree tops are densely scattered, blocking the sunlight and making the jungle extremely dark.

The ground was littered with rotting leaves that had accumulated over hundreds of years, a thick layer, soft to step on. Mo Lin held a lighting tube in his hand, relying on the ghostly light emitted from it to illuminate the road, and groped his way through the jungle with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Grandpa said that when a meteor falls, it will have a huge impact and bring forest fires, but there is no smoke in sight. If there is no smoke, where can I find such a large forest? "Mo Lin couldn't look at the sun in the forest to judge the hour, and he didn't know how long he had been around. He didn't find it all the time, which made him a little anxious.

The scenery in front of me hadn't changed for a long time, and the endless jungle all looked the same. If Mo Lin hadn't left marks in the places he passed by, he wouldn't even have the confidence to return the way he came.

"It's getting dark...... Mo Lin estimated the time and looked around vigilantly. But when he thought about it, he felt that his worries were a little stupid.

There was no day in this jungle, and it was no different from night, and if there were any fierce beasts, I am afraid that they would have encountered them long ago.

Thinking of this, Mo Lin was no longer worried, and he continued to move forward, hoping to find the traces of the meteor remnants as soon as possible.

"Hiss, hiss......" Mo Lin suddenly felt a fishy smell, he stopped, his nose twitched, sniffing the smell around him, and he was a little puzzled.

There were no rotting animal carcasses nearby, could it be from rotten leaves under your feet? Mo Lin leaned down and just wanted to check what was going on, but his body was violently pulled up by a huge force.

"Wow!" Mo Lin screamed, the light cylinder and compass in his hand fell, and his body quickly hung upside down into the air, stopping three or four meters from the ground, swaying non-stop.

"What happened?" Although he encountered great changes, Mo Lin quickly calmed down. He still remembers Zhu Pingman's advice to him: Don't panic when you encounter danger, only by staying calm can you turn evil into good fortune.

The first thought that popped into Mo Lin's mind was to step on the trap of hunting the beast, but when he struggled to look up, he gasped.

Mo Lin was wrapped with a white line on his left calf, and it was this white line that pulled him from the ground into the air about three meters into the air.

Mo Lin looked up along the white line, but there was only a piece of darkness, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"That's terrible." Mo Lin felt that the white threads wrapped around his legs were getting tighter and tighter, slowly spreading to his body. And above the white line, with a chill that seeped into the bone marrow, Mo Lin only felt that his legs were shrouded in the cold, and he was already vaguely numb.

Mo Lin reached out and touched his waist, pulling out the dagger that had been hidden in his waist.

"Hmm......" Mo Lin struggled to lean upward, trying to cut off the white line with a dagger.

Mo Lin exerted his waist hard, lifted his body to an angle, and stretched his left arm as straight as he could, barely reaching the white line.

The dagger in Mo Lin's hand was a human-level magic weapon dagger given to him by the ink shaft before, although it could not be regarded as a treasure that sharpened iron like clay, it was not ordinary. However, the white line was very tough, and after two cuts, it was not cut.

I don't know where Mo Lin's struggle is involved, the white lines on his legs suddenly tightened, and the barbs on it pierced into Mo Lin's flesh, and blood was dripping immediately. And the cold air is getting heavier and heavier, and Mo Lin can almost see the white air coming out of the white line.

This feeling was far from the joint pain Mo Lin had experienced before, and he gritted his teeth and swung his dagger to slash at the white line.

The taut white line was cut by Mo Lin and broke by his hand. As soon as the white line broke, Mo Lin fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, there was a thick layer of leaves on the ground, and Mo Lin didn't break his bones, but this time it also made him a little dizzy, and he couldn't get up for a while.

"Sizzle......

A strange voice came from overhead, and Mo Lin had a spirit in his head, rolled on the spot, and grabbed the glowing light tube in his hand.

Putting the light tube in front of his eyes, Mo Lin saw it clearly. A human-sized spider clings to the torso of a large tree, staring at itself with eight blood-red eyes. The white thread that entwined him just now was obviously the spider silk spit out by the spider.

"How can there be such a monster." Although Mo Lin was mentally prepared for the appearance of fierce beasts in the jungle, he was still taken aback when he saw this huge spider.

"Sizzle......" The spider's mouth made a strange sound, and the two claws rubbed together on the silk sac on the abdomen, and a spider silk squirted out violently, heading straight for Mo Lin.

Mo Lin saw that the spider was moving, and he had already been on guard, and when he saw the spider silk shooting out, he hurriedly rolled on the spot and avoided the spider silk. But when he rolled, he was embarrassed, and his head and face were covered with rotten leaves.

The spider missed, but it was not in a hurry, and slowly climbed down from the tree and onto the ground. The spider's two claws stood upright, a head taller than Mo Lin, and it was really a behemoth.

"I said ugly spider, what do you want?" Mo Lin waved the dagger in his hand, and shouted at it regardless of whether the spider could understand human speech or not.

The spider "sizzled" twice, and its two claws were one, revealing the poisonous sac in its abdomen. The poison sac contracted for a while, and a stream of venom "brushed" out.

Mo Lin was taken aback and flashed to the side. When the venom landed on the ground behind him, he heard the sound of thick rotten leaves covering the ground, and the venom dissolved a large hole.

"Uh...... That's amazing. Mo Lin looked at the big hole, and said in his heart that if this was sprayed on himself, he was afraid that the meat would rot.

The spider missed the two blows, and was a little impatient, and took a step towards Mo Lin.

Mo Lin stared at the spider's pace, and several ideas flashed in his heart.

"Brush" Another spider silk shot over, Mo Lin dodged and dodged, but the spider silk turned out of thin air in the spider's manipulation and chased after it. Mo Lin's feet slowed down, and his left arm was immediately wrapped around spider silk.

A sharp pain came from his arm, Mo Lin snorted, but he didn't throw away the light tube on his left hand, and the dagger in his right hand waved, wanting to cut off the spider silk. But before he could cut it, as soon as the spider's claws were pulled, Mo Lin lost his balance and was dragged to the ground by the spider silk.

The spider's claws kept pulling the spider silk, dragging Mo Lin to his mouth. Mo Lin could almost see the dense fine hairs on the claws, and even smelled the stench coming from the spider's mouth.

At this critical moment, Mo Lin didn't have time to fear, and the dagger in his right hand stabbed into the ground violently, stabbing deeply into the ground.

Although the spider's strength is very great, Mo Lin's body has become much stronger after more than a month of running practice and meditation cultivation. The force of his stab temporarily stabilized the body that was dragged away.

The spider pulled back, Mo Lin's right arm firmly fixed his body, and the barb on his left arm wrapped around the spider's silk pierced deeply into the flesh, almost cutting off Mo Lin's arm.

The cold aura on the spider silk drilled into the atrium along Mo Lin's veins, as if a cold little insect was scurrying around in the body, which was unbearable.

Mo Lin endured the severe pain and the cold spreading on his arms, kicked the ground with both feet, and pulled his left arm back with all his might.

The spider is huge and has more strength than Mo Lin, but Mo Lin knows one thing in his heart, if he loses to the spider, this is where he will be buried.

At the moment of life and death, Mo Lin burst out with unprecedented strength, the pain in his arm seemed to be non-existent, he firmly fixed his body with a dagger with his right hand, pulled the left arm that was entangled in spider silk back behind his back, and reached into the burden on his back.

Grabbing a square box from the baggage, Mo Lin pressed it on the box with his left hand, and pulled out the dagger with his right hand.

The spider just pulled with force, and Mo Lin was pulled by the huge force, and his body suddenly swayed, and he went straight to the spider.

The spider opened its bloody mouth, intending to swallow Mo Lin in one gulp. Mo Lin gritted his teeth and raised his left hand, the wooden box in his hand had already turned into a miniature crossbow.

Mo Lin's fingers flicked the bracket, and there was a soft sound of "brush, brush, brush", and the three crossbow arrows on it shot out, impartially shooting into the spider's mouth.

The bolt sank into the spider's mouth, and the spider let out a low roar, and its huge body shook a few times, and its mouth closed suddenly.

Although the spider was hit by an arrow, the force of the pull was not broken, and Mo Lin still hit it hard, just hitting the spider's head.

Hit by an arrow in the mouth, the spider was obviously seriously injured, and was smashed on the head by Mo Lin, his body shook, and the two steps in front of him suddenly softened, and most of his body fell to the ground.

Although injured, the eight eyes on the spider's head were staring at Mo Lin. There was a red dot in the center of the eight eyes, and there were thin hairs on them, and they shimmered, and they looked terrifying.

Mo Lin intuitively felt that the red dot was the key point of the spider, so he didn't have time to think about it, waved the dagger in his right hand, and stabbed towards the red dot.

With a "poof", the dagger pierced deeply into the red dot, and a stream of spider blood spurted out, splashing ink all over his face.

The spider's head shook violently, Mo Lin couldn't hold it, and was thrown to the ground with a pop, and even the miniature crossbow in his hand flew out.

Although his whole body was in pain, Mo Lin still struggled to get up, but the dagger was still stuck in the spider's head, and the crossbow was thrown somewhere, and he became bare-handed.

"Ugly bastard, I'll fight with you." Mo Lin clenched his fists and yelled at the spider.

The spider trembled and propped up its body and walked towards Mo Lin, Mo Lin's nervous heart was about to jump out of the cavity.

Swayed in front of Mo Lin, the spider's two crusts were raised high, as if they were about to smash at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin didn't wait for the spider to attack, he had already rushed over, flashed to the side of the spider, and flew up and kicked on one of the spider's steps.

"I'll kick you to death!" Mo Lin kicked and punched twice, but there was a thick shell on the spider's feet, and Mo Lin's fist hurt.