"This time, you only need to succeed, don't fail! Go!" Huanglong, Zhibutong, and Cui'er cheered each other on.

Once he had made up his mind, the dragon could not tolerate the slightest hesitation. Jumping down from the flat high ground, the imperial dragon opened the ghost gate talisman and stuck to the root of the mountain, looking for what looked like a place in the entrance little by little.

As long as it feels like it's [Begonia Library], he pops out his finger and flies out a charm and sticks it there.

Zhibutong and Cui'er followed behind the imperial dragon, paying attention to every move in the suspicious place.

After walking along the root of the mountain for most of the day, the three of them slowly walked into a place where there was a pile of rubble.

It was raining, it was dark and extremely low. The rain was not heavy, but it was sparse and sparse, wetting the whole world.

After looking for a long time, the soles of my feet hurt from the rubble and gravel. The incomprehensible one who followed behind hummed listlessly. Cui'er also yawned tiredly, sleepy and tired. The Imperial Dragon sighed, also feeling very tired.

Because I drank Taishan soju before, the fatigue of the day is gone today. But as Taishan soju was digested, fatigue hit again, making people lazy and unable to drag their heavy bodies.

"It seems that this Taishan Shochu needs to be pondered and pondered a little more, and something more nutritious!" Huang Long thought about it, and the Zhibu behind him sat on the pile of rocks.

"I can't walk!" said with a yawn.

Cui'er was also so tired that she snuggled up to a thin tree, closed her eyes, and seemed to be asleep.

The dragon sat on a large rock, his head in his hands, his elbows against his knees, his eyes closed, and his whole body curled up.

Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, and the rain began to rush in. The wind blew a little harder, and the whole valley roared, whimpering as if many people were crying!

"Who?" the dragon looked up in shock.

Cui'er and Zhibu were already asleep, and they were not interested in the sound at all.

Huanglong knew that Cui'er's skills were not superficial, and such a noisy voice should be vigilant, maybe she was greedy for a cup tonight and was extremely sleepy.

The dragon didn't want that, because he knew he had to hurry to find the ghost gate before dawn.

The imperial dragon's face was so painful from the raindrops from the wind that he couldn't open his eyes. The dragon raised his two arms, crossed them and drove them into a bridge and placed them on his forehead, shielding his eyes from the rain, and finally saw a little bit in front of him. The dragon walked towards the voice.

The first thing I saw was a huge black shadow swaying desperately in the wind, and when I walked in, I realized that it was a dense forest. The cry became clearer and clearer, and the eardrums trembled violently, and my heart was also panicked. The dragon's mind was caught in the cry, and before he knew it, he was burrowing into the woods.

The wind is getting stronger and the crying is getting louder and louder, as if there are many people crying in their ears. Huang Long didn't pay attention, stepped on the air, and the whole person fell. At his feet, a bottomless pit appeared.

The dragon screamed and fell down, waving his hand to see if there was something to grasp. Something slapped in the face. The twig! The dragon hurriedly reached out and hugged it. There was a tingling in his hands, and it hurt in his heart. The imperial dragon grinned. When the body stopped shaking, with the help of the ghost gate talisman, I saw that it turned out to be a thorny tree that was entangled and twisted into a fist. These luxuriant thorns don't know how long they can't see the end of it when they head up, and they can't see its end when they look down when they look down.

"Climb to the bottom of the cliff with it, damn thorns!" the dragon looked at the red blood marks on his wrists, and his hands hurt. Looking at the brown thorns rolling on the thorns, the imperial dragon is creepy. If you rely on it, it is better to jump down! Dilemma, the imperial dragon has no choice but to hang like this. I pedaled with my feet, but I couldn't step on anything.

Damn, this section of the cliff is recessed, so a thorn bush hangs down in the air, and it doesn't lean against any rock wall. Huanglong is really in a desperate situation.

A piercing cry suddenly tore through the silence and came out of the darkness at the dragon's feet, and the thorns trembled violently, and they trembled violently up and down on the ground. The cry at the bottom of the valley also gradually faded away, and the imperial dragon suddenly had a sense of foreboding. The catastrophe has arrived!

The dragon held his breath and felt the trembling of the thorns carefully. "Suo Suosuo", the thorns trembled even more, and with an "oops", the eyes of the imperial dragon were pierced by the thorns that trembled wildly. The dragon could clearly feel his hands trembling wildly, no, to be exact, through the rapidly shaking thorns, he felt the force from below getting stronger and stronger.

With such a lot of strength, what could it be?

A gorilla? No, it can't be. It was a little difficult for such a fragile thorn rope to bear the weight of the imperial dragon. Don't...... Could it be that the blood ghosts smelled people and climbed up from below? The disgusting face of the hole, the bloody corpse with pus and blood flowing from the top and bottom of the body, the smell was extremely disgusting. As soon as Huang Long thought of this, he felt a little out of breath when he was busy. Dizzy, his hands couldn't exert his strength, and as soon as he relaxed, "Ah ......" fell down enough for ten meters, but Huang Long's hand still clung to the thorns full of copper thorns. The pain in my hand was heartbreaking, and then my hand went numb and my arm began to tremble.

The dragon looked at the back of his hand and arm, the thick juice of blood and green grass had turned his hand and arm into a thick black mud. Not only that, but his arms were numb and his hands stiffened from being suspended in the air for hours. The Imperial Dragon felt his body getting heavier and heavier. This heavy force is driving itself to a dead end worse and worse, and I will not give up until I am pulled off a cliff.

Huanglong's back was aching, and his head was buzzing all the time, and he felt so uncomfortable. The cries under his feet became clearer and clearer, and the trembling of the thorns became more and more frequent. The damn thing is that the more this time comes, the more cranky the dragon becomes. He seemed to feel tens of thousands of spiders or scorpions climbing up this thorny vine. They stumbled up like sand particles on the beach, more like thousands of small tadpoles, surging up in a huge wave. Not to mention these, even tens of thousands of ants will instantly hollow people up.

The terrifying power of man-eating ants, the imperial dragon has not never seen it. Thousands of man-eating ants

In such a harsh living environment, any flesh and blood is a delicious meal for these poor worms, making the omnipotent person become a real pitiful worm.

"......" The imperial dragon was thinking wildly, when he suddenly felt something stabbed in the neck by something. The dragon instinctively pulled out a hand and slapped it on the neck with his backhand, first feeling something hard and hard, and then feeling something soft and soft wrapped around his hand.

Maybe the more unknown things are, the more terrifying they are, and they don't know where the brute force comes from, the imperial dragon tore the thing and pulled it forward, and a person's head, under the skull, was covered with countless slender tentacles, like a squid!