I saw that the golden pigment coiled on Huo Jilin's body was gradually being pulled away from Huo Jilin's skin.

It's like the entire tattoo has come alive.

Subsequently, these black pigments are gathered together in an organized and purposeful manner.

Before everyone could recover from the shock of this first scene, the paints had already formed a golden dragon.

The Yinglong in front of me has a pair of wings, a scaly body and spines, a large and long head, a pointed snout, small nose, eyes, and ears, large eye sockets, high eyebrow arch, sharp teeth, a protruding forehead, a thin neck, and a large belly.

, The tail tip is long and the limbs are strong.

Astonishingly, he is the most famous Yinglong in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Yinglong stood on the ground, his body rising and falling like a stormy sea.

The dragon's head rubbed against Huo Jilin's body affectionately, and then he raised it high, twisted his neck, and stared at the giant white wolf in front of him with dignity.

And just now in front of everyone, there was a giant white wolf that looked like a truck.

At this time, in front of Molong, in comparison, he looked like an ordinary and confident Samoyed.

The White Wolf King was stunned for a moment, but as if to regain his face, he howled again.

A strong wind blew up in the tomb, and a small sandstorm flew up in the tomb. Stones as big as fists were like small cannonballs, hitting the archaeological team from all directions.

Yinglong blocked Huo Jilin's eyes so that Huo Jilin could clearly see where the White Wolf King was in the sandstorm.

Now the White Wolf King has green mucus flowing out of his hit eye, making him look even more terrifying.

Shirley Yang and Wang Kaixuan wanted to continue shooting, but they couldn't see in the dust and were afraid of hitting Huo Jilin, so they had to give up.

Shirley Yang looked at Hu Bayi anxiously: "What should we do! Think of a solution quickly!"

Hu Bayi took out a black donkey's hoof from his pocket and threw it into the tomb, praying that the black donkey's hoof, which could ward off evil spirits, would help Huo Jilin.

Wang Kaixuan also became anxious: "Lao Hu! This doesn't seem to be working! This guy is too fierce!"

Sa Di Peng's face turned pale due to excessive fear, and he looked at Shirley Yang for help.

"Sister Yang! Let's go quickly! From the looks of this formation, Huo Jilin seems to be dying inside! If we don't run, we will also die!"

Shirley was very angry: "What are you talking about! How could you leave your companions and run away!"

"You kid! If Xiao Japan were here now, I think you are a traitor!" Wang Kaixuan also cursed.

Sa Di Peng acted like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "I don't care what you say! I can't lose my life here! My mother is still waiting for me to go back!"

Hu Bayi tilted his head slightly, his face full of anger: "Fat man! Watch them carefully! No one can move!"

Huo Jilin is an extremely powerful person in Hu Bayi's heart. Hu Bayi is full of confidence in the battle between Huo Jilin and the White Wolf King.

Looking inside the tomb, Huo Jilin and the White Wolf King looked at each other. The White Wolf King's front paws kept scratching the ground, and green slime and white saliva dripped onto the ground to form a puddle.

Opening his lips as wide as possible, the White Wolf King ran and was in front of Huo Jilin.

Yinglong's claws suddenly extended. Following Huo Jilin's movements, Yinglong's sharp claws dropped rapidly from a height.

"Snapped!"

"Ouch~"

Ying Long pinned the White Wolf King to the ground with one claw. The White Wolf King was in unbearable pain, and his limbs were thrashing back and forth, like a turtle turning its shell.

The White Wolf King's skull was as hard as iron, and the shock caused Huo Jilin's wrists to feel a little painful.

This claw directly hit the White Wolf King's mind and his eyes went blank.

The sandstorm also dissipated in an instant.

When the people outside saw this scene clearly, they couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and their anxious hearts finally dropped.

Wang Kaixuan cheered: "Brother Huo! You are my god!"

Naturally, a thousand-year-old wolf would not be easily killed with one punch. Huo Jilin struck while the iron was hot, rode on the White Wolf King, and struck at the White Wolf King's throat.

Just now, Huo Jilin discovered through observation that the whole body of this white wolf king was made of hard bones except for its throat.

Hitting the throat is the fastest way.

Huo Jilin's speed was extremely fast. Before the White Wolf King could react, he was punched in the throat more than ten times in a row.

The White Wolf King's head was dizzy from the pain, and his limbs were hanging limply on the ground. His face looked like a dyeing shop, with white hair, black blood, and green mucus flowing freely.

Huo Jilin stopped with sweat on his forehead.

Yinglong wrapped himself around the White Wolf King's neck.

"Crack."

Huo Jilin heard a crisp sound in his ears, and the White Wolf King finally died.

After the death of the White Wolf King, Yinglong returned to Huo Jilin's waist.

Huo Jilin then stood up and wiped the sweat from his head.

Huo Jilin didn't want to think about anything now. He just wanted to quickly break through the tomb of Prince Gumo and activate the next tattoo.

The further you go, the more dangerous it becomes.

If he still relied on Ying Long alone, it would be difficult for Huo Jilin to ensure that he could successfully pass the test against Queen Jingjue.

Chen Jiuren and Hao Aiguo immediately rushed over to lift Sa Dipeng up and check his injuries.

Fortunately, Sa Di Peng's chest only had a few holes dug out. The injuries were to the flesh but not to the bones, so it was not very serious.

After pouring a few handfuls of water, Satipeng woke up.

"Oh, it hurts!"

Shirley Yang stepped forward, stretched out her arms, and wiped Huo Jilin's sweat.

Wang Kaixuan swallowed his saliva and asked:

"Master Huo, did you summon a dragon just now?"

When he thought that Wang Kaixuan was simple-minded, Huo Jilin didn't want to explain to him, so he started to pretend to be stupid:

"What furry?"

Wang Kaixuan was stunned, and then began to gesture:

"It's not furry! It's a dragon! A golden dragon!"

Huo Jilin continued to act stupid:

"Mao Fu making chicken soup?"

As soon as Hu Ba understood that Huo Jilin didn't want to speak, he pulled Wang Kaixuan away:

"Brother Huo, have a good rest,"

Several other people began to observe the tomb.

This tomb is made of stone bricks.

The entire tomb is surrounded by some reliefs representing the culture of the Western Regions.

"Professor Chen! Look at this!"

Sa Di Peng ignored the pain, pressed his chest, pointed at a place and screamed.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger.

They are two vivid stone lions, with a giant snapping turtle stone statue more than ten meters high in the middle.

Huo Jilin was a little confused as to why he didn't see these three statues just now.

This is a stone statue of a snapping turtle with a height of three to four meters. It is completely black, with only the top of its head shining. If you look closely, you will see that it is a long knife hanging in the air.

Chen Jiuren looked at the snapping turtle stone statue with a look of surprise on his face.

"I never expected that the Western Regions a thousand years ago would have such ingenious craftsmanship. It's really breathtaking!"

Satipeng's hand touched the feet of the snapping turtle statue, and he kept moaning.
Chapter completed!