Dark night, west of the village, by the stream.

Ling Sanniu touched that place with a little starlight and saw the drum.

Not far away, two small blue lanterns stared at him closely, as well as at the drum. By the light of the stars in the night, he saw that the two little blue lanterns were a pair of eyes, the eyes of a huge bad wolf. The huge bad wolf stood upright, facing him, facing the drum.

He was sure that this huge big bad wolf was the wolf demon that could transform into a human form, and it was the old wolf of Maoshan. Because of its existence, Orion did not dare to hunt in the back mountains. This is a ferocious old wolf.

His heart was pounding, plopping. He stood quietly from a distance, looking at the drum, thinking about how to get it, how not to be eaten by the huge bad wolf.

At this moment, a voice sounded, and this voice seemed to be in his ears, and it seemed to be in his heart. An old voice said to him, "Go over and be not afraid." This drum is born with divine power, and it is easy for a wolf demon to dare not approach. ”

He took a step forward, and peeked at the old wolf as well. He took another step forward, and could see that the old wolf had taken a difficult step forward. He could see that this step must have been very difficult for the old wolf, and he could feel it even in the darkness of the night.

He took a big step forward, looked up at the old wolf, and he saw that the old wolf did not move, but stood again, facing him, facing the drum, looking at him. Only then did he realize that the drum shone with a faint blue light.

He ran quickly towards the drum, and at the moment when his fingers were about to touch the drum, the old wolf of Maoshan came around from the side, let out a roar, and pounced on him in the air. He rolled on one side, feeling a pain in his right arm, apparently having been caught by the old wolf.

Ling Sanniu rolled on the spot, rolled out, and lay on the ground, his body already touching the drum. He clearly saw that the old wolf had missed the punge, retreated into the distance, lying on his stomach, panting and looking at him. It could be seen that the old wolf was afraid of the drum and did not dare to approach it. He could also see that the old wolf had exhausted its vitality with the pounce just now, and now it was gathering strength to prepare for the final fatal blow.

Ling Sanniu knew very well that the huge crisis was imminent, he didn't care about the huge soreness in his arm, gritted his teeth and stood up, jumped up and pounced on the drum. He wanted to pick it up and run, but he found that the drum was so heavy, so heavy that he couldn't move it.

The old wolf stared at him with round eyes. He could feel that these eyes were a pair of eyes that could eat people, and he had to move the drum back as soon as possible to save himself from being eaten by these eyes.

The old man and the old wolf suddenly stood up, learning to be like a human and desperately plowing the ground with his front paws, scooping up pieces of gravel and flying towards Ling Sanniu with a sharp wind.

Ling Sanniu didn't know martial arts, he didn't know how to dodge, and he couldn't dodge the drum at all, because the drum was too heavy. The sound of the rubble and the sharp wind flew like droplets, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain when it hit his body.

Ling Sanniu really couldn't bear this heart-wrenching pain, he let go of the drum and rolled out on one side. The gravel entrained with the sound of the wind flew like raindrops, and the more it flew, the denser it became, and Ling Sanniu rolled farther and farther away from the drum.

The old wolf of Maoshan let out a roar again, and pounced on him in the air. He "gurgled" on the ground and rolled continuously, and he felt his right arm being scratched by the old wolf again, and there was a burst of soreness. He rolled away again.

Just when he felt that his life was at stake, the voice sounded in his ears again, an old voice that seemed to say to him in his heart: "Don't be afraid. I'm here to help you. He could feel a gust of wind blowing behind him, and although it was not very loud, he could clearly feel that the old wolf was also afraid, and the old wolf stopped attacking.

Ling Sanniu lay on the ground and looked at the old wolf quietly. He saw that the gust of wind suddenly rolled up the dead leaves all over the ground and turned into a giant python, a giant python with leaves flying all over the sky circled around the old wolf, and gradually the giant python with leaves flying all over the sky turned into a very solid giant python with dead leaves. The python, though small and thin, was much larger than what we usually saw, and it struck the old wolf with a gust of wind, and became entangled with the old wolf, who let out a miserable roar.

The cry resounded through the valley, and it also alarmed Ah Zhong, who was running towards the west of the village.

Ah Zhong heard the old wolf's scream, ran over, and saw a dead leaf python winding the old wolf. Then with the gust of wind, countless rattans flew over, constantly winding around the old wolf.

One is the wolf demon Maoshan old wolf, and the other is the withered leaf python that he hates the most. He had seen this withered leaf python that night, in front of the bonfire, but now this python is much smaller and thinner, and compared with the python last time, today can only be regarded as a small snake. However, you can see that it is still a lot sturdy and still very powerful.

Ah Zhong stood quietly, watching the old wolf of Maoshan and the withered leaf python fighting.

Over there, Ling Sanniu was lying on the ground and saw Ah Zhong coming, and saw Ah Zhong standing there watching the old wolf of Maoshan fight with the giant python with dead leaves. Ling Sanniu kept asking himself in his heart: "What should I do?"

At this time, Ling Sanniu's ears sounded again, an old voice, he was panting, and said to him: "Young man, hurry up, I can't hold it anymore." ”

Ling Sanniu said in his heart: "Old Immortal, thank you! However, that drum is too heavy for me to move." ”

The old voice said with difficulty, "Hold on! This drum is spiritual! It must be awakened with the blood of your heart." ”

Ling Sanniu said in his heart: "Old immortal, what is the blood of the heart?"

The old voice sighed hard and said, "How could I have chosen such a fool as you! I won't last long." ”

Ling Sanniu said in his heart: "Old immortal, please tell me what is the blood of my heart?"

The old voice said with difficulty, "The blood that comes out of your own heart! Find a knife, stab anything in your heart, and sprinkle your heart's blood on the drum." ”

Ling Sanniu didn't hesitate any longer, quickly stood up, leaned down and kept molding on the ground, and he finally molded a solid branch. He pressed the branch down the ground and on his chest, and then he gritted his teeth and got up on the drum and pulled out the branch with all his might.

Blood gushed out and sprayed on the surface of the drum. The drum shimmered with a dazzling blue glow. The blue light instantly illuminated the sky.

Ah Zhong stood not far away and saw the terrifying scene in front of him.