Regarding the burial of Longshan, the old people in the village once had a saying that "the mountain is not high, but the dragon is spiritual".

In the dark night, I can't see my fingers.

Yunchen settled down, put the knife into the sheath, and groped up the mountain with both hands. From time to time, the roar of wild beasts was heard, which was particularly piercing in this dark night.

"Hiss~" Yunchen tightened his body, restrained his breathing, and tried to amplify his hearing to the extreme. Lean less, draw the knife, and pick up.

A large snake that flew up and pounced on Yunchen was cut in two.

"Hiss~" Yunchen didn't have time to be happy, when he heard this voice, his right eyelid jumped a few times. He swallowed, "This voice..."

However, he couldn't think about anything, Yunchen ran wildly, and the voice behind him followed. Running and running, Yunchen suddenly tripped over something, his center of gravity was unstable, he tried to adjust his posture in the air, and curled up to the ground.

He twitched in pain, and felt much more sober.

The sounds around him came and went, and the clouds and dust slowly retreated. He reached for his knife and his face froze.

"Where's my knife?" Yunchen wanted to cry without tears, thinking that it should have fallen when he had just fallen.

At this time, several ripples appeared on the grass. Yunchen knew that the snake was coming.

Yunchen forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, wiped the rain on his face, and looked hideous, "Can I still be swallowed by you beasts?" Immediately, he clenched his hands into fists and took a stance.

The wind was blowing in his ears, and several snakes pounced with their mouths wide open. Yunchen roared angrily, first punched out, knocked the nearest one out, strode forward, grabbed the second one with both hands, and the green tendons on his arm burst out, and he actually tore the snake into two...

A quarter of an hour later, Yunchen leaned against the tree, gasping for air. He was bruised, his left arm was bitten and flesh was blurred, and his right leg had a deep wound that could be seen to the bone. Yunchen unwrapped the package, took out gauze and gold sore medicine, and bandaged it briefly. He looked at the two medicine bottles, one red and one white, and his father had told him that if one day, someone asked him to find him, he must take these two medicine bottles with him.

Yunchen stood up, found the red dust knife on the ground, took a mouthful of blood, looked at the path with no end in sight, sighed, and limped.

Halfway up the mountain, Yunchen looked at the three colorful tigers of his own size and fell into deep thought.

The tiger roars in the world, and all beasts retreat.

Yunchen looked at himself and suddenly wanted to cry.

"Whoa~Roar!" However, the tiger did not wait, and began to pace slowly, its deep eyes glinting with a fierce light.

"Roar—" The tiger swooped down on the clouds, and the earth trembled.

Yunchen, whose body was mixed with blood and rain, smiled bitterly, "Come!" ”

I want to live after death, I want to live after death.

The next moment, Yunchen was thrown to the ground by the tiger, and a cut was scratched in his chest. And Yunchen also took advantage of the situation to insert the red dust knife into the tiger's belly.

"Whew~" The tiger was in pain, and his body rolled. Yunchen also stood up, his eyes gradually red, "The clay man still has three points of fire," Yunchen looked at the tiger skin, his brain was running rapidly, and he thought of the practice of "force" in the blacksmith shop.

"What if... Think of the tiger's skin as the layer of rice paper, and the flesh and blood are the mud under the paper..."Thinking about it, Yunchen endured the pain on his body, rushed towards the tiger, turned sideways, and smashed it out with a punch, the tiger's skin opened the flesh, roared, and scratched Yunchen's leg with one claw.

"No, no, it's not that way." Yunchen's heart sank, and then rushed up again.

At the time of the battle between man and tiger, the top of the dragon mountain was buried.

"Yun Zhan, you said that this beast in Longshan is buried because of this goods," the butcher patted the corpse of the alien beast leaning behind him, "This body must at least have qi to the level of the mud pill, as far as your son of artistic conception is concerned, I see it hanging..."

"Besides," the butcher patted the huge corpse behind him, "just this thing, the coercion released after death, I'm afraid there are four grades... Are you sure he can handle it? ”

Yun Zhan didn't speak, but the worry in his eyes said it all.

Hillside.

The tiger not far away was exhausted and crumbling, and Yunchen fell to the ground again, but he laughed, laughing extremely happily.

After being scratched out three bloody wounds by the tiger and whipped five times with his tail, Yunchen finally realized the essentials of destroying the power inside through the epidermis.

"Come," Yunchen beckoned defiantly.

"Roar!" The tiger roared again, but it was not as strong as before.

The shadow of the tiger is approaching, and the tiger's claws are windy.

Yunchen raised his left arm expressionlessly, blocking the tiger's claws with his flesh and blood.

"Bang!" There was no doubt that Yunchen was knocked to the ground, but he didn't seem to care, raised his right fist, and saw the right time, "Die!" With a roar, his fist hit the tiger's brain.

"I... I succeeded..."

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Behind the village, at the bottom of the mountain.

Wang Xiong and Zhao Mad are still on both sides, like door gods.

The villagers in the back held umbrellas and lit faint oil lamps, quietly watching.

"Calculate the time, it should be almost time..."Chen Lian was also in the crowd, and Chen Wang held an umbrella for him.

Burial of Longshan.

Yunchen limped along, his face pale and covered with wounds.

After paying the tragic price of a broken arm, three penetrating wounds on his chest, and more than a dozen wounds about three inches long, Yunchen finally approached the top of the mountain.

In fact, Yunchen didn't know what kind of force was supporting him, step by step out of many seemingly desperate situations.

A dad who could be in danger? A mother who may not know life and death? For the ideal of peace and tranquility in the world?

Or maybe it's the greatest miracle of the word "alive".

"To... Going to win? Yunchen didn't even have the strength to squeeze out a smile, but he seemed to see a glimmer of light in the dark night.

However, before he could rejoice, he suddenly looked like he had been struck by lightning, his eyes wide open, and his face showed pain.

What kind of coercion is that, Yunchen only feels that there is a big hammer constantly stirring in his head,

It's like a lonely boat in the stormy waves.

"Ahh

In the words of the butcher, it is possible for a martial artist with a shape to become an idiot directly in the face of the coercion of the four grades.

I don't know how long it took, Yunchen gradually sat up, his eyes numb, "This... Where is this..."

His head turned mechanically, "Burial Dragon Mountain... This is the burial of the dragon mountain... I, I'm going to save my dad."

Before he could recover from it, Yunchen felt a pain in his head again.

"No, no, I can't faint again" Yunchen's face was hideous, biting the tip of his tongue, blood and pain in exchange for a slight lucidity.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yunchen moved up a few inches slightly.

Seeing that the pain disappeared, Yunchen gritted his teeth, picked up the red dust knife with his right hand that could only move, bit the scabbard with his mouth, pulled out the knife with his right hand, and inserted it into his thigh with his backhand.

"Uhhh The intense pain swept over, and the ever-present coercion almost crushed the clouds.

"I can't fall here, absolutely not!" Yunchen's eyes were red, and he climbed towards the top of the mountain inch by inch.

……

The rain stopped.

I don't know how long it has been.=.

Yunchen stared blankly at the behemoth in front of him and the two people who were sitting and leaning, and he had the urge to cry.

"Dad, I did it..."Yunchen's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.