The sky and the moon are like hooks, looming under the cover of the treetops.

A sturdy boy was sneaking on the peak of the Chongshan canopy, and in the valley not far in front of him, a mandrill with a head as big as a bucket, covered in green skin, and a bright red back, was dragging the carcass of an adult spotted leopard slowly forward.

"Bang! bang!"

Wherever the mandrill passed, the soles of its feet covered with strange scales trampled the nearby plants, trees, mountains and rocks into powder.

The young man followed with full attention, and the cold dew of the moonlit night dripped from the treetops on his back, quickly steaming into a cloud of white mist: "Damn mandrill, I finally got acquainted with this spotted leopard, and I was actually killed by you! If I don't clean you up, how can I be worthy of its friendship?"

In a moment, the mandrill dragged the body of the spotted leopard to a thousand-year-old tree with towering branches and leaves, which was a hundred feet high, and its bark was curled and vigorous, and it was covered with green moss the length of a finger. Near the root of the tree, it withered and decayed, forming a tree hole that was seventeen or eighteen feet long, and the cave was faintly visible in the white bones piled up like a mountain, exuding green phosphorescence.

"This must be the lair of this mandrill!" the young man made up his mind and crawled steadily on one side, determined to kill the mandrill after he had eaten and drunk enough to relax his vigilance.

However, as he prostrate to the side to observe the mandrill, a wisp of cyan smoke emerged from the jungle behind him, writhing eerily, and slowly observing him.

When the cyan smoke wanted to get closer, an oval, scaly red birthmark on the back of Wen Ming's neck suddenly flashed yellow, becoming fiery, and at the same time releasing a kind of coercion.

This coercion alarmed the blue smoke, causing it to burrow into a pine tree with a "boom" and disappear.

Ji Wenming also felt as if the back of his neck had been stabbed by something, thinking that it was a mosquito sucking blood, and subconsciously reached out and touched it, but except for the raised, slightly hot birthmark, he didn't touch anything.

He waved his arms and looked around, and found that there were no mosquitoes, so he continued to lie on the ground and carefully observe the environment in the tree hole, secretly speculating about how to sneak attack to kill the mandrill.

A moment later, on the bark of the thousand-year-old tree where the mandrill lived in mid-air, an old human face slowly stood out, and he murmured strangely and in a low voice: "A young man with innate dragon scales?

The blue smoke peeked out of the bark and swayed like a venomous snake.

"You all go and take a look, you have to look carefully!" The old human face on the bark frowned slightly, and the moss on the tips of the eyebrows fell one after another, and before it hit the ground, it turned into strips of cyan smoke in mid-air, dissipating in mid-air.

At the same time, more cyan smoke rushed out of the ground beside Ji Wenming, who was crawling among the trees, forming a cloud of mist that slowly enveloped the entire mountain.

It was normal for the clouds to be steaming in the mountains, but when these clouds and mist were close to Ji Wenming's side, the birthmark on the back of his neck once again bloomed with a scorching yellow light, releasing coercion to resist the approach of these mountain spirits and tree spirits.

This time, he also seemed to notice something unusual, and when he turned his head, he just saw that in the clouds and mist beside him, the cyan smoke danced around him like sea anemone tentacles swinging in the seawater......

"What is this?" Wen Ming looked at them in surprise.

However, before he could take a closer look, the cyan smoke shrank back into the trunks and grass, and disappeared again.

He has lived in the wild for a long time, and has never seen such a strange scene, and the fog is as if it is alive, and it can change freely, which is very amazing.

However, he was still young, and he only regarded the clouds and mist of the lofty mountains as beautiful, and he didn't take it seriously, and at this moment, his attention was mainly on the mandrill.

The mandrill lay in the hollow of the tree, its eyes half-squinted, as if asleep, and transparent saliva flowed from the corners of its mouth, but occasionally a burning fierce light still came out of its half-closed eyes.

But Ji Wenming knew that the opportunity had come, and most of the beasts in the mountains and forests were very awake, even if they were sleeping, they had three points of consciousness paying attention to the surrounding environment, and if there was a slight abnormality, they would wake up, either fighting or fleeing.

But this mandrill is obviously the overlord of this place, and he has not been in danger for a long time as an adult, and at this time he has a full stomach, and his saliva from sleep is flowing out, and there is a slight snoring sound.

Ji Wenming took this opportunity to rush out without hesitation, like a wild civet cat, climbing over rocks and vines, jumping like flying, and thrust into the sleepy mandrill like a blade.

The mandrill seemed to sense some movement, suddenly woke up, opened its huge eyes, and found a figure attacking, it had just bared its white teeth, and before it could roar, it was smashed on the bridge of its nose by Ji Wenming's punch.

"Bang!"

The mandrill nosebleed wildly, letting out an earth-shattering roar that shook the thousand-year-old trees and kept falling from the bark debris.

Being attacked in his sleep made the mandrill angry, and the sharp pain on the bridge of his nose was inexpressible.

In a fit of rage, the mandrill opened its huge mouth, and under a cloud of stench, a scorching green flame erupted, rolling up a rolling wave of heat, surging violently towards Wen Ming.

——This is a natal demon fire refined by the mandrill, until the moment of life, it is generally not easy to use, just after being attacked by the teenager, it actually felt that its life was threatened for the first time, so it did not hesitate to spew out the natal demon fire, wanting to force back the enemy in front of him.

This demon fire melted gold and broken stones, and ordinary beasts would melt into water in a moment, and Shanxiao thought that the young man would definitely be forced back by his own natal demon fire, however, Ji Wenming's fist was wrapped in a fierce and fierce force to tear open the flames, and smashed on its face door again, making it dizzy and black in front of its eyes.

The mandrill made a mistake in judgment and suddenly lost the opportunity, and Ji Wenming took the opportunity to rush forward, "bang bang bang", both fists were like a shower of thunder, all of which smashed on the mandrill's head, directly smashing it out of balance and falling to the ground on its back.

Wen Ming continued to move his fists, like hammering iron, and slammed the flaws in his chest and abdomen that were exposed after the mandrill fell to the ground.

Even if the mandrill has rough skin and thick flesh, at this moment, he has been hammered to displace the five internal organs, the six internal organs to shock, and a mouthful of essence and blood spurt out wildly. The essence blood fell to the ground, and it turned into a ball of flames, burning in an instant.

The beastly nature of the mandrill was completely stimulated, the green hair on his whole body stood upside down, curled up to form a ball, and the wisp of red hair on his back instantly burned into a fire dragon, trapping Wen Ming in a sea of fire, which was already his last life-saving move.

At this moment, the cyan smoke that had just burrowed into the ground poked its head out again.

With the help of their gaze, the face of the old man sealed in the trunk of the big tree in mid-air saw a scene that made him happy: the young man trapped in the sea of fire, the dragon scales flashed behind his head, and a yellow earth dragon with teeth and claws rose in his body.