A blood-red mountain, huge and extended, like a majestic blood dragon, entrenched in the center of heaven and earth, endless, extending into the distance.

The boy followed closely behind his father, and this was the first time he had climbed this sacred mountain, full of divine power and mystery, in the hearts of all people.

"What a majestic mountain! Anyone has to get lost in it, how does Daddy recognize it? ”

On the top of the mountain in the distance, there is a temple made of huge white bones, and I don't know what giant beast left behind.

The temple is sacred and weird, giving people a strange feeling, as if seeing a skeleton Buddha statue, with both the solemn compassion of the Buddha and the dark horror of death.

Behind the temple, there is a thick cloud that surrounds the sky, like a purple copper mass.

The boy's father didn't speak, but just hugged the giant egg in his arms, and the gills on both sides of his neck closed one by one, as if he was distinguishing something.

The two trekked in the mountains for three days and three nights, but they were not tired or hungry.

They sniffed the faint smell of blood floating in the air, and they were so excited that something was stirring in their bellies

"I've climbed so high!"

At this moment, the boy looked down at the foot of the mountain, where there were countless black stone palaces and houses, arranged like hard pieces of flesh on the vast land, spreading densely into the distance.

Among these large and small "pieces of meat", there are dark brown roads, which are emanating in the form of blood vessels, running through and inlaid in them.

As for the boy and his father's house, it was the edge of this huge mass of "flesh", an inconspicuous tiny "lump of flesh".

The boy's father suddenly stopped and solemnly admonished, "Next, we will approach the Temple of Making, no matter what you see at that time, remember not to be afraid!" ”

The boy nodded suspiciously, could there be something scary?

As they continued their climb up the steep mountain path, the boy suddenly saw large red "barnacles" like fish scales emerging on both sides.

These "barnacles" are bloody, each one the size of a human head, like a hollow ball of meat.

The boy felt extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't help but look at it, and something indescribable seemed to be peeled back and forth.

For a moment, the boy felt that the whole mountain, and even the whole land where he lived, might be some incomparably huge creature, with dense red "barnacles" parasitic on it.

He suddenly felt that there seemed to be red pus bulging out of his body, and there were countless insects in the flesh and blood, which were about to come out!

"Daddy! I'm dying! Ah......h

The boy's father's heart sank, and when he turned around, he saw that the boy was going crazy, scratching his scalp and body desperately.

In a matter of moments, hideous blood marks appeared on the boy's body, and the flesh rolled out, as if he was about to skin himself bloodily, as if he was taking off a piece of clothing.

The boy's father threw down the giant egg in his hand, his body pounced, his movements were as fast as a harrier, and he pressed the boy in black pressure: "Don't be afraid! If you don't be afraid, you'll be fine! ”

But the boy was like a nightmare, and his strength was amazing, like a mad calf, struggling so hard with his hands and feet that even his father could not hold it down!

The boy's father could only be like a black iron mountain, suppressing the mad child to death, allowing him to be bitten and scratched, his skin and flesh blooming, and blood gushing like a spring.

His blood had a strong fishy smell, like boiling iron juice, billowing into the boy's mouth and nose.

"Roar!"

The boy's eyes began to glow with scarlet blood, like two bewitching rubies, and his body swelled, and his muscles moved like pythons, becoming taller and burder than his father!

He let out a beast-like roar, and finally stopped tearing at himself, but greedily stared at the blood-red, ball-like "barnacles" that spread over the mountains, as if there was some fatal attraction.

The boy's father burst into a roar, and a layer of silvery-white, iron-thin scales appeared on his body.

He jumped up and weaved his way through the air current, as if he were riding the churning waves: "No! Can't eat it! ”

The boy's father used all his strength, and his two thick arms, like boulders, strangled his son like a beast.

The boy had already lost his mind, his eyes flashed red, and he roared rollingly, and his mouth was full of saliva, desperately trying to pounce on the ball of meat, feast on it, and suck out the contents.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

On the boy's father's body, the silver scales exploded one by one, becoming a blur of flesh and blood, as if some kind of means of overdrawing his life force.

He felt the power surging out, as if it was rolling down from the void, and the land became a sea where whales swim!

"Get out of here! It'll be fine when you get out of here! ”

The boy's father's eyes flashed with determination, and for a moment he looked like a wild bull in the wilderness!

Nine deaths can not be repented, the mountains are destroyed, and the sea is lost!

Step by step, like a war hammer bombarding the ground, his steps were heavy and firm, full of the strength of the river and the sea, and he dragged the boy stiffly to the bottom of the mountain.

At this moment, a white light descended from the overhead, hazy, like a lotus-shaped cloud.

In a trance, among the blood-colored peaks and clusters of flesh-like "barnacles", a white-clothed monk floated down.

At the foot of the White Bone Temple, the mountain of corpses, the sea of blood, and the monks in white

The weather was extremely strange, and the whole mountain seemed to be lit with a whirlpool-like flame, and the flames shimmered with dazzling L-wheel-shaped gold edges.

"Didn't you bring him to find the Flesh Spirit Root?"

The white-clothed monk is spotless, as if a dharma statue carved from white jade, holy and bright, and the flesh-and-blood mountain peaks form a strong contrast.

The boy's father shook his body, his eyes gradually became trance, and his knees were about to fall into the ground.

He suddenly roared, clutching the boy tightly, silver scales flying, blood gushing out of his body: "Go! Go down the hill and you'll be fine! ”

The white-clothed monk didn't pay attention to it, picked up the egg on the ground by himself, put it in his arms and rubbed it: "What a strong vitality! I want to hatch you out and see what it is?! ”

In the arms of the white-clothed monk, the giant egg shone with a slight bright light, showing a white jade texture, changing into a circle of Falun-like patterns, like fog and electricity.

"Drink! Even before the shell is broken, it has the ability to devour everything and change infinitely! ”

He spread his slender fingers like jade: "Your egg is worth a good price, I can take your son to exchange for a high-grade flesh spirit root." ”

The white-robed monk's eyes were dull, as if he was blind, forever shrouded in gray clouds, but he seemed to have the magic to see through people's hearts and see everything.

[The recent things are finally over, and I'm going to work hard to update it next, come on! ] 】