Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Hidden Dragon Pattern

Away from the sea of ghosts, climbing the stairs, stepping on the light ladder, Shen Shi held the dragon's true blood in his arms, and walked towards the top of the lonely peak step by step.

The remnant green light in front of him fell from the sky dome, like ten thousand pillars of light covering the sky and the sun, dyeing everything in front of him into a strange turquoise, only on the altar at the top of the lone peak at the highest point, there was still a white light remaining.

The light ladder under his feet is unexpectedly strong, and there is no shaky instability when stepping on it, but this strange light ladder is transparent, so that after people walk to a high place, they will occasionally look down, and they will have a feeling of dizziness, as if they will fall from this mid-air in the next moment, and fall to pieces.

The terrible sound of the howling of ghosts still echoed in every corner of this town soul abyss, and Shen Shi suddenly had a strange illusion in his heart, as if in this whole world, there was only one living person left, and everything around him was a world of ghosts.

The dead spirit swept the earth, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the Hongmeng Continent cracked into boundless cracks, bottomless, and reached the land of Yellow Springs in the Nine Secluded Underworlds.

In addition to being cold, it is still cold, and there seems to be no more anger in this world, and there is only the violent roar and killing of ghosts and ghosts.

He even felt that his heart was frozen, and a sense of despair came over him, and he had no love in life, perhaps, it was better to die just like that...... Suddenly, a gentle and mellow warmth suddenly surged into his chest, instantly dispelling the inexplicable chill, Shen Shi's body trembled, and he woke up suddenly, but he found that he had one foot suspended outside the light ladder at some point, and he was only half a step away from really falling.

This surprise was really extraordinary, Shen Shi's body couldn't help but shake a little, and he quickly retracted his steps, staggered, and half-knelt on the edge of the light ladder with his hands and feet, which barely kept his body balance.

He gasped for breath, frightened, and didn't know why he had suddenly fallen into such a terrible hallucination, and this strange hallucination came silently, without any warning, which was really creepy. After pausing in place for a moment, he subconsciously looked down into his arms, the drop of dragon true blood was still lying peacefully between his arms, and the warmth transmitted from the blood droplets was also the familiar smell.

Obviously, it was this drop of dragon true blood that saved his life just now, and it seems that it has condensed the dragon blood of the primeval dragon Jinghua, and it is indeed quite effective in cracking and restraining the ghost methods here, and it is no wonder that the Yin Dragon was able to subdue this witch ghost back then.

Shen Shi calmed down, and after his mood calmed down a little, he silently gritted his teeth, looked up at the top of the lonely peak, and then continued to take steps and walk upward.

On the viscous and shiny soft surface of the dragon's true blood, the red light was reflected, and bursts of gentle warmth passed from the blood droplets, and between the huge abyss and the tall and tall lonely peak, the small figure walked step by step, looking so lonely.

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"Witches and ghosts are reborn from evil spirits, and they like yin and evil qi the most, and it is the best way to restore the Tao with it. But now that the Hell Demon has been destroyed, it will never be able to return to its former heyday, and at most it can only devour flesh and blood to make up for it and regain its vitality. It's just that witches and ghosts are not the same as ordinary revenant ghosts, and flesh and blood are not very suitable supplements for it, at most, it is just to help it recover to its true body, and it is almost useless in the future. ”

"However, the dragon's true blood is different, it is one of the few flesh and blood essences in this world that can be beneficial to witches and ghosts, and once it hears about it, it will not let it go. ”

The old dragon's deep and old voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears when Shen Shi walked up the stairs, and the whisper in the dark cave was the first conversation between the two of them in their lives, but it inexplicably delivered such a heavy task.

Perhaps, after all, the old dragon ran out of oil and dried up.

Perhaps, after all, there is no other way.

Or maybe he just looked at Xiao Hei pleasing to the eye.

Shen Shi didn't understand the mind of the ancient dragon very well, but he could hear the meaning of those words clearly, and he did know that in this soul suppression abyss surrounded by thousands of ghosts and souls, he really had no better choice than to listen to the words of the old dragon and fight to the death.

Even if this method seems so dangerous, it is so unbelievable.

Yes, the method that the old dragon told Shen Shi in his ear made people even have a feeling of unreality:

"After taking out the dragon's blood, climbing the lonely peak, and trying to get close to the altar, there will be a skeleton pattern, which is the ornament of the witch ghost, but if you look closely at the skeleton's left eye, you will find that there are subtle jagged teeth on the inside of the eye socket, which looks like a crack that has been around for a long time, but it is actually a very hidden dragon pattern. ”

"That's the last resort I left back then. ”

"All you have to do is touch this drop of dragon blood to that hidden dragon pattern, and it must be the true body of the witch, which is to do so while the crimson dome is still on the altar. Otherwise, you will surely die. ”

"Witches and ghosts are suspicious by nature, fierce and cunning, although they shouldn't know about my arrangement, but if you want to do this as a mortal, it is indeed dangerous and difficult, and whether you can succeed or not can only depend on the will of heaven. ”

The low voice of words seemed to be like a tide in Shen Shi's heart, surging over and over again, and it was in this low footsteps that he finally slowly walked through this light ladder and stepped on the top of this lonely peak for the first time.

The miserable green light here seemed to be weaker than under the Soul Suppression Abyss, and it should be that the white light that remained from the vultures was entangled with the green light, which was slightly neutralized, and it also made the pressure of the invisible necromantic yin qi a little looser. And in front of the altar on the top of the top, there were four people, three of whom died, it was the Hou family couple and their son Hou Yuanliang, who had been sucked out of flesh and blood at this moment, and died a miserable death.

And on the side stood another ...... It can't be said that it is a person, it is Hou Sheng, he stood there quietly, his head bowed and erected, his eyes were dull and his eyes were blank, as if he did not react to any sound from the outside world, and the two ghost fires in his eyes disappeared at some point.

Shen Shi's eyes glanced at the three dead people on the ground, and then glanced at Hou Sheng who was standing on one side, and for a while he really felt like he was suddenly separated from the world, but at this moment, after all, it was not the time to sigh, and he had no intention of touching these things, so he quickly looked away and looked at the most conspicuous place on the top of this lonely peak.

It was an altar, an altar that once "imprisoned" the true body of the witch.

The bright white pillar of light that originally fell was completely suppressed by the black light emitted by the black crystal at this moment, scattered and messy, only a few weak and slender rays of light fell tenaciously, it seemed that they were still obsessed with completing the mission delivered by the former master, but it looked like there was a particularly bleak and desolate feeling of the end.

And the skeleton that came up before had already walked up to the altar at this moment, standing in front of the crimson dome.

In front of it, the crimson giant egg seemed to be excited all of a sudden, and countless strange tentacles were born from its surface, trembling and squirming slightly in mid-air, slowly floating towards the white skeleton of the skeleton.

The skeleton grinned horribly, seemed to grin lowly, and gently and carefully stroked the surface of the dome with its hand, as if it were lovers who had been separated for many years. Then, it turned around, the ghost fire in its eyes suddenly lit up, and an inexplicable scream burst out from the giant egg, and the speed of the twisting instantly increased dozens of times, and the shape was also like a wave of water at once, like soft mud, attached to the skeleton.

Shen Shi hugged the dragon's blood, looked at this strange scene in amazement, and was shocked to see that when the soft mud replaced by those red giant eggs pounced on the skeleton skeleton, a puff of white smoke sizzled up, and the white and hard bones were corroded almost instantly.

However, the skeleton just let its skeleton gradually be swallowed by these "soft mud", and still stood motionless, and at the same time, the ghost fire in his eyes looked coldly at Shen Shi and the drop of dragon true blood in his arms.

With just one glance, it was as if the witch's eyes could no longer be separated from that drop of blood.

"Giant, Dragon, True, Blood......"

From the skeleton's mouth, these four words slowly spit out, for some reason, Shen Shi felt that its voice seemed to tremble a little, which was quite different from the time when he talked to the old dragon under the soul suppression abyss just now, and even made people feel a little painful.

Perhaps, because of the strange things that were happening to it at this time, the "soft mud" generated by those crimson giant eggs had devoured most of the skeleton's skeleton, leaving only half of its chest and neck and skull unsubmerged, but the skeleton didn't seem to care at all, just staring at the drop of dragon true blood in Shen Shi's hand.

"Take, come, come......" the skeleton said word by word, looking at Shen Shi condescendingly.

The corners of Shen Shi's eyes twitched slightly, and he only felt that his heartbeat suddenly increased a lot, but his face did not show the slightest abnormality, and even lowered his head slightly as if he was afraid, and then carefully held the dragon's true blood and walked forward.

The distance between the altar and him was not too far, it looked like it was only a dozen steps, Shen Shi walked forward step by step, only feeling that with every step, his heartbeat was a little faster.

The skeleton stood coldly on the altar, letting the strange soft mud scorch and corrode and devour his skeleton, watching Shen Shi slowly walk over.

Finally, Shen Shi walked to the altar.

This process was so simple and smooth that even Shen Shi couldn't believe it, he had thought of a thousand possibilities in his heart, including the worst result of being directly snatched away by the witch ghost as soon as he reached the top of the Lone Peak, but he never expected that he would walk to the altar so easily.

And at this moment, it seems that there is only one last step left before the old dragon confesses.

He suddenly pouted, with a look of awe and fear on his face, and knelt down before the altar, his head drooping, and his mouth said in a slightly trembling voice: "The Witch King is above, I, I sacrifice the dragon's blood, and beg to spare my life......"

As he spoke, his eyes instantly cleared up on his drooping face, and he looked towards the altar, looking for the skeleton pattern, looking for the last hidden dragon pattern.

However, his body suddenly froze, and his eyes seemed to freeze in an instant, with a bit of astonishment and disbelief in confusion, because in front of him, a fist-sized skull pattern did appear on the stone surface in front of the altar.

But not one, but ten skull patterns arranged in a row, each a few inches apart.

Ten skull patterns......

Ten skull patterns that look exactly the same......

Shen Shi was completely stunned at this moment, his mind was blank, and at the same time, above the altar, the cold voice of the witch ghost came, and this time, the voice had returned to its original state, and there was no longer a trembling feeling, and in every word, there seemed to be a breath of death, shrouded around Shen Shi's body:

"Bring the dragon's blood!"