"Hum Ang ·······" A strange voice sounded, humming faintly, low and simple, making people feel numb and crispy when they heard it, and unconsciously, all their consciousness gathered into a point and flew towards it. Shi Lei's soul was snatched away in this way, and he floated silently into space with the voice, falling into a huge white whirlpool, and finally being thrown into another world.

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In one place, not sure where it was, it could have been in the desert, because the ground was full of dry cracks, and there were a few trees, but they were all dead like char. No grass, no water, no green, no sign of any living thing. The scorching sun baked this bare sandy land, and when the wind blew, sand particles flew all over the sky. The hot wind also carries the strong smell of the earth being roasted.

Deep in the jungle, dozens of corpses lay crookedly beside a deep well. The hot weather filled the air with the stench of rotting corpses. The stench of the sky attracted the gnawing of insects and the pecking of eagles.

Several corpses had been pecked by goshawks and eaten by countless black, yellow, and unknown color scleroderm insects, revealing their bones. But what is faintly recognizable are the human head, hands and feet. Suddenly, a corpse moved! Several birds lying on the corpse "coaxed" to fly in shock, and the birds lying on the other corpses flew in fright.

The corpse was lying on its stomach, and a small bird suddenly flew out of its unkempt hair, and "Ninety-Nine-Nine" flew away with an excited cry.

After a long time, the corpse did not move again. A pile of corpses was calm as usual. It's just a clump of black hair scattered all over the ground, and when the wind blows, it squirms, like a newly hatched chick flapping its meat wings and trying to fly.

A goshawk leaped down from the air with its hard steel claws, and its huge wings brought a strong wind, blowing the corpse's hair and dancing in the air like ghost hands.

The goshawk paced a few steps in front of the corpse, then spread its wings and flew again, letting out a shrill cry.

A huge python emerged from a pile of gravel. The guy seemed to be hungry and quickly rushed towards the pile of corpses. The guy's head is the size of a horse's head, the body is 40 meters long, the whole body is red, and the neck is about 2 meters thick, and the whole body is red. It spat out its long, fiery red tongue and made a slight sound, and it sprang up like a swimming tongue of fire, about to burn the pile of corpses. As soon as it came, the other birds flew away with a thud.

The python approached the pile of corpses but stopped, shaking its huge head and squirming its long tongue to peek at the bones in front of it. Suddenly, the python opened its bloody jaw and pounced on the head of a corpse.

With a miserable scream, the sparrow that stayed on the pile of corpses next to it flew away with a shocking "boom".

The python twisted a few times and then didn't move. The corpse crawled motionless on the python's neck.

The smell of Monty Python's blood rose into the air, attracting groups of birds. A few birds, perhaps hungry, flew boldly towards the python's carcass. But they didn't know what they had touched, so they all threw themselves to the ground, fluttering and screaming.

The corpse sat up!

His face was as pale as snow in his unkempt hair, like a snowman with a pile of withered grass on his head! At first glance, his lips were chapped, and his eyes protruded strangely, and they seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, gray, as if he were blind.

He gasped for breath as he suddenly leaned forward and fell to the ground.

After a while, he supported himself with two elbows, quickly crawled towards the python, bit the python's wound and sucked it violently. When he had his fill, he turned around and rested his head on the snake and gasped. At this time, his face returned to his human form: he was the imperial dragon!

When the emperor dragon felt that his strength was beginning to recover, he raised his hand to cover the sun, looked at the height of the sun through his fingers, sighed, grabbed the copper sword on the ground, supported himself, and swayed around in place with the copper sword. Looking at the mess, he didn't understand what was going on.

How did he get out of the tunnel? Who knocked him unconscious? Why were there so many corpses? What happened during the time he was unconscious? A bunch of questions snorted all over the body of the imperial dragon, and he had to crush the imperial dragon to death.

There were dead bodies all over the place, and what about the horses? The horses he was riding were crazy, and he didn't know where they had gone. "Just look at the clothes of these corpses and know that they are your own escorts", the dragon began to deduce, it seems that when he felt an earthquake in the tunnel, it should have been his escort team who arrived. I thought it was his guards who got into the cave and pulled him up, but in the middle of the way, the original form of a blood ghost appeared, and when the emperor dragon was about to raise his knife to chop off the ghost hand that was grabbing his arm, he was hit on the head by something and fainted.

When he woke up, he was exactly what he looked like just now.

He didn't know how his escort could have died here. The corpses of the people were all there, but there was not a shadow of a horse. At that time, the poisonous sun was poisonous, and it was daytime, and the blood ghosts would only hide in the dark, and they could only come out at night to be arrogant. So how could the convoy all die?

Besides, it doesn't look like it grows naturally. Judging from the section of the root of the tree, it is also a very fresh trace of the axe chisel, which is obviously cut down and crossed in the air on the road, which is to intercept the imperial dragon, which has been planned for a long time. Who could that be? Why are you hurting me half······way? Could it be that there is a ghost in the palace! The imperial dragon shuddered all over his body! He felt uncomfortable.

"Quack" two crisp crows, followed by the sound of flapping wings. The dragon turned around and glanced at the giant python lying behind him. At this time, dozens of goshawks fell on the giant python. The python lay bent over, its upward-facing belly torn apart by the claws of the goshawks. The bloody entrails were taken out by the goshawk's hooked mouth. A few goshawks actually fought to snatch these internal organs, and "quacked" and landed in a ball.

The dragon only paused for a moment, and then walked back and forth the way it had been. The injury was not light, and he had not eaten for many days, and the person was already very prostrate. When he walked, the soles of his feet seemed to have stepped on cotton, the heavens and the earth seemed to swing on a swing, he was dizzy and dizzy, the soles of his feet were soft, and he couldn't go far, and as soon as the soles of his feet slipped, he was planted in a pit.

The dragon's nerves tensed up suddenly, and he was afraid that he would repeat the terrible situation before, so he tried to open his eyes, only to see that the pit was not big, the deeper it was two meters, and the slope was very gentle, so the dragon climbed out little by little with the gravel.

He looked at the sun gradually sinking in the western sky, and at this speed, he would definitely not be able to get out of this dry forest before dark. If you sleep here tonight, I'm afraid it's too dangerous. In this evil ghost place, I don't know how many blood ghosts come out to eat people at night. Moreover, the body of the giant python was still lying sideways. In this great drought, a little smell of blood will definitely attract a lot of big insects, and the python is not poisonous, so there will be no fewer animals to eat it. If you sleep in the forest at night, you have to make a fire to drive them away. But in this parched world, a small fire will burn this vast withered forest, and at that time, he will have to roast the meat with these beasts.