Vol 2 Chapter 77: Hidden Dragon

Chapter 77 Hidden Dragon Pattern
Staying away from the sea of ​​ghosts, climbing up the steps, stepping on the light ladder, Shen Shi embraced the dragon's true blood, and walked towards the lonely peak step by step. ()
The residual green brilliance in front of me hung down from the sky dome, like ten thousand beams of light covering the sky, dyeing everything in front of me into a strange green, only on the highest altar at the top of the lonely mountain, There was still a white light left.
The light ladder under my feet is unexpectedly strong, and there is no shaking or instability when stepping on it, but this weird light ladder is transparent. After people walk up to a high place, occasionally look down and feel a sense of dizziness. It seemed that the next moment he would fall from this mid-air, falling to pieces.
The screaming sound of ghosts still reverberates in every corner of the soul town. Suddenly there is such a weird hallucination in Shen Shi's heart, as if there is only one living person left in this entire world, and Everything around is a world of ghosts.
The undead swept across the earth, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the Hongmeng Continent split into endless gaps, reaching the bottom of the Yellow Spring of the Jiuyou Difu.
Except for the icy cold, it was still cold, there seemed to be no more anger in this world, and only the violent roars and killings of ghosts and ghosts.
He even felt that his heart was frozen, a desperate feeling surged into his heart, and he was unlovable. Perhaps, it would be better to just die... Suddenly, a gentle warmth suddenly surged to his chest. Instantly dispelling the inexplicable chill, Shen Shi trembled, and suddenly woke up, only to find that he did not know when he had one foot floating outside the light ladder, only half a step before he really fell down. .
This shock was really serious. Shen Shi couldn't help shaking his body, and quickly retracted his footsteps, staggering, kneeling on the edge of the light ladder with his hands and feet dangerously and dangerously, which barely kept his balance.
He was gasping for breath, his horror was uncertain, and he didn't know why he would suddenly fall into such a terrible hallucination just now, and this strange hallucination was silent and without any signs, it was really creepy. After pausing in place for a while, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked into his arms. The drop of dragon's true blood was still lying peacefully between his arms, and the warmth from the drop of blood was also the familiar warmth. taste.
Obviously, it was this drop of real dragon blood that saved his life just now. It seems that the dragon blood of the ancient dragon essence is condensed. It is indeed quite effective in cracking and restraining the ghosts here. It is no wonder that Yinlong was able to overcome this. It's a witch.
Shen Shi calmed down. After he was calm, he gritted his teeth silently, raised his head and glanced at the top of the Lonely Peak, then continued to step forward and walked up.
On the thick and shiny soft surface of the dragon’s true blood, the continued red light was reflected, and bursts of gentle warmth passed from the drops of blood. Between the huge abyss and the tall and tall lonely mountain, that tiny figure was just like that Walking step by step, I look so lonely.
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"The witches and ghosts are transformed into the evil spirits. They like the spirit of the evil evil spirits the most. It is the best way to restore the Taoism. But now that the evil spirits are destroyed, it is absolutely impossible for it to return to its former heyday. Swallowing Flesh Essence makes up for a little bit to restore vitality. It’s just that witches and ghosts are not the same as ordinary ghosts. Flesh is not a very suitable supplement for it. At the most, it can help it to recover to the original 50% of the Taoism , And then it is almost useless."
"However, the true blood of the dragon is unique. It is the only kind of flesh and blood essence in this world that can be beneficial to witches and ghosts. Once it hears it, it will definitely not let it go."
The low and old voice of Lao Long seemed to echo in his ears when Shen Shi was climbing up the steps. The whispers in the dark cave were the first conversation between the two of them in their lives. Inexplicably delivered such an important task.
Perhaps, after all, the old dragon is exhausted.
Perhaps, after all, there is no other way.
Or maybe, he just looked at Xiao Hei pleasingly.
Shen Shi did not fully understand the mind of the ancient dragon, but he could hear the meaning of the words clearly, and he did know that in the soul-suppression abyss surrounded by thousands of ghosts and ghosts, besides listening In addition to fighting to the death of the old dragon, he really has no better choice.
Even if this method seems so dangerous, it is so incredible.
Yes, the way that Lao Long told Shen Shi in his ear made people even feel unreal:
"Take out the dragon's blood and climb the lonely mountain. After trying to get close to the altar, there will be a skull pattern, which is a pattern of witches and ghosts. But if you look closely at the left eye of the skull, you will find that there are slight jagged teeth inside the eye socket. It looks like a crack that lasts for years, but it is actually a very hidden dragon pattern."
"There is the last resort I left."
"All you have to do is to touch this drop of the dragon's true blood on the hidden dragon pattern, and it must be the real witch ghost, that is, when the crimson giant egg is still on the altar. One point. Otherwise, you will definitely die."
"Witches are suspicious in nature, cruel and cunning. Although I shouldn't know my arrangement, it is indeed dangerous and difficult for you, a mortal, to do this. Whether it succeeds depends on God's will."
The deep voice sounded like a tide in Shen Shi’s heart, surging again and again again and again, that is, in this low step by step footsteps, he finally slowly finished this light ladder. Set foot on this lonely peak once.
The tragic green light here seems to be weaker than that under Zhenhunyuan. It should be the white brilliance that remains entangled with the green light. It is slightly neutralized, and it also puts the pressure of the invisible dead spirit. Slightly looser. And in front of the altar above the top, there were four people, three of whom were dead, the Hou family and their son Hou Yuanliang, who had all been exhausted at this moment and died in a miserable state.
And there was another one standing on the side... Can't say that it was a human, it was Hou Sheng, he stood there quietly, with his head down erect, his eyes dull and absent, he seemed to have no response to any external sound. And the two groups of ghost fires in his eyes disappeared at some point.
Shen Shi glanced at the three dead men on the ground, and then at Hou Sheng who was standing on the side. For a while, he felt like a world away, but at this moment, after all, he didn't feel the emotion. These things quickly looked away and looked at the most conspicuous place on this lonely peak.
It was an altar, an worship, or an altar that once "imprisoned" the real body of a witch.
The bright white beam of light that originally fell was completely suppressed by the black light emitted by the black crystal. It was scattered and messy, with only a few weak and slender rays of light hanging down stubbornly, seemingly still wanting Completed the mission assigned by the master in the past, but it looked particularly sad and dead.
The skeleton that had walked up before had already walked onto the altar at this moment, standing in front of the scarlet giant egg.
In front of it, the crimson giant egg seemed to be agitated, and countless strange tentacles emerged from the surface, trembling and squirming slightly in the air, slowly drifting towards the rugged white skeleton of the skeleton.
Skeleton grinned with a terrible mouth, seemed to laugh in a low voice, and gently and carefully stroked the surface of the dome with his hands, as if he were a lover 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. The speed of twisting instantly increased dozens of times, and the shape was suddenly like water waves. The weird sloshing away, like ooze, attached to the skeleton.
Shen Shi embraced the dragon's blood, stared at this strange scene in a daze, and was astonished to see that when the slime replaced by the crimson giant eggs hit the skeleton of the skeleton, a stream of white smoke sizzled. Rising, the white, hard bones were corroded almost instantly.
However, the skeleton allowed his bones to be gradually swallowed by these "slime", still standing motionless, while the ghost fire in his eyes looked coldly at Shen Shi and the giant drop in his arms. Dragon True Blood.
After just one glance, the witch's eyes seemed to be inseparable from the drop of blood.
"Giant, dragon, true, blood..."
From Skull’s mouth, these four words were slowly uttered. For some reason, Shen Shi felt that its voice seemed to tremble a bit, which was quite different from the time when he was talking with the old dragon just now under the soul of the soul. It even makes people feel a bit painful.
Perhaps it was because of the weird things that happened to it at this time. The "slime" metamorphosed by those scarlet giant eggs had swallowed up most of the skeleton's skeleton, leaving only half of the chest and the neck and head unsubmerged. , It's just that the skeleton didn't seem to care at all, just staring at the drop of real dragon blood in Shen Shi's hand.
"Take, pass, come..." Skeleton said with a pause, looking at Shen Shi condescendingly.
The corners of Shen Shi's eyes twitched slightly, only to feel that his heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot, but the face did not show the slightest strangeness, even as if he was afraid, he lowered his head slightly, and then respectfully held the giant Long Zhenxue walked forward.
The distance between the altar and him was not too far. It looked like it only had a dozen steps. Shen Shi walked forward step by step. He only felt that every step he took would make his heart beat faster.
The skeleton stood coldly on the altar, letting the weird ooze burn and corrode and devour his skeleton, watching Shen Shi slowly walk over.
Finally, Shen Shi walked to the altar.
The process was so simple and smooth that Shen Shi couldn't believe it. He had thought about a thousand possibilities in his mind, including the worst of being snatched by the witches as soon as he climbed the Lone Peak Dragon Blood. As a result, he thought about it in his heart, but never expected that he would walk to the altar so easily.
At this moment, there seemed to be only the last step left from the matter that Lao Long confessed.
He suddenly thumped, with awe and fear on his face. He knelt down before the altar, with his head hanging down, and his mouth trembling loudly: "The Witch King is here, I, I offer dragon blood, please forgive me for my life. ..."
In the sound of words, the eyes on his drooping face were instantly clear, and he looked up to the altar, looking for the skull pattern and the last hidden dragon pattern.
However, his body suddenly stiffened, his eyes seemed to freeze in an instant, with a bit of stunned and unbelievable confusion, because in front of his eyes, there was indeed a fist-sized skeleton on the stone surface in front of the altar. Pattern.
But not one, but a line of ten skulls and crossbones in a few inches apart.
A full ten skull patterns...
Ten skull patterns that seem to be exactly the same...
Shen Shi was completely stunned at this moment, his mind was blank, and at the same time, above the altar, there was the cold voice of the witch and ghost, and this time, the voice had returned to its original state, and there was no tremor. In every word, there seemed to be a breath of death, shrouded in Shen Shi's body:
"Present the dragon blood!"