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"Such a strong and ominous aura, could it be the nail that nails the dragon's veins?"

There is a relatively small iron nail in the claw. It is not a high-grade material, but it makes the monster dragon feel disgusted. Thinking about what the villagers said before and other clues, the monster dragon thinks that this is the legendary nail used to nail the dragon's veins. I don't know why the horse bandit is there. There will be one.

Unfortunately, they were all trampled to death and could not be interrogated to obtain clues.

However, the monster dragon doesn't care, as long as it's roughly understood, don't worry too much about the details.

With a slight throw, the big iron nail bounced up and the sharp claws flashed rapidly, cutting the iron nail into pieces. She didn't have the habit of keeping evil things, so she destroyed them instinctively.

He glanced at the temple at the top of the village, gathered his limbs, twisted his body, and swam towards the distance.

In the darkness, the villagers were still clinging to the village wall. A certain little boy in the back mountain cave was imagining how he would become powerful in the future. Perhaps the breath left by the dragon was special, and no predators dared to come close to eat the horse head and a few pieces of rotten meat.

After dark, I continued on my way, swimming in the direction guided by the darkness.

Since transforming into a dragon, he has been walking in his own body and has been too lazy to transform into a human form. The monster dragon feels that this is more comfortable. Although the human form is very convenient, it always feels uncomfortable.

Get a few feet close to the ground and gently flick your tail to push forward.

His head shook from side to side, rising and falling over obstacles, and the dimly lit stockade behind him became farther and farther away.

The temperature is cooler at night, and the hearing can detect farther distances. The ears pay attention to the changes in sounds, and the nose occasionally opens and closes to inhale and exhale to capture the smell. Try to avoid the territory of some big demons and monks, and carefully cross the mountains and ridges.

Near dawn, I dug into a dead old tree and waited until dark before continuing on my way.

Three more days passed in circles.

Late at night.

Finally stopped at a desolate mountain ridge.

"Is this... dragon vein?"

Looking around, I feel a little uncertain. The image of the dragon vein deep in my genes shouldn't be like this. It's so messy and the magnetic field is so chaotic that there's no clue.

But no matter from the perspective of Feng Shui or the instinct of the dragon, it is a vital dragon vein.

The demon dragon landed on the smooth rocky ridge and looked around to find what he was looking for. The call that had been vague before became particularly strong now.

Shutong glanced around and noticed a few inconspicuous small pits on the rocks on the mountain ridge.

Walking up to him, he lowered his huge head and tilted his head so that he could stare at the small pit on the smooth rock with one eye. Sure enough, there was something there. The exposed part was eroded by wind and rain and left rust on the surface of the small pit. It is normal for ordinary materials to rust. Although I didn’t see the whole thing, I intuitively thought it was a big iron nail.

This is where the dragon veins were nailed. Several iron nails were driven into the rock in a certain formation. Not only did they nail the dragon veins, but they also disturbed the magnetic field of the surrounding land, which was the main reason for the harsh environment.

"Oh, you can really make a monster..."

Pop out a sharp and sharp claw tip and dig out the iron nails with a slight movement.

He raised his head and felt it quietly. There was no change in the surrounding magnetic field or earth veins.

Pick out all the iron nails here with several consecutive strokes.

Trying to feel it again, there is still no change, as if there is no difference between digging it out and not digging it out.

"This is going to be difficult."

There is really no good way. The knife has penetrated into the flesh and has caused a wound. Even if the knife is pulled out, it will not heal immediately. Although I am transformed from the dragon scales of a real dragon, I still cannot inherit a huge knowledge base. Faced with such a difficult job, All he could do was stare.

"You've come, you've come, you've pulled out the nails, why are you still calling me?"

His claws scratched his scaly forehead, sparks flying everywhere.

The huge head looked left and right, looked up at the sky, and finally looked down at the mountain where it was.

"Okay, another multiple-choice question."

An idea suddenly came to mind. Mimi Huhu knew what he wanted to do, and the monster dragon faced two choices.

She followed the summons from somewhere. The will of the world requires her to sneak into the depths of the mountains and merge with the dragon veins to repair the damaged dragon veins and restore the magnetic field to normal. It sounds simple but is actually very painful and tiring. It is easy to damage but hard to repair. The monster dragon doesn't even know the need. How many years will it take to repair the dragon veins?

It may be integrated with the dragon veins here, and it may be deep underground in the mountains, for hundreds or thousands of years.

This is not an ordinary retreat, it is really boring and tiring.

There was no delicious food to devour, no sunbathing, and no swimming in the early morning mountain fog.

It's almost the same as going to jail.

The only thing that can be done is to get some water for the cave and soak in the water to work.

The second option is to give up responsibility and mission and continue to be free, find a deep mountain and swamp, recruit hundreds of little monsters to become a free mountain king, eat meat when hungry, drink when thirsty, without suffering, can you feel comfortable? I can't say for sure if I transform into a dragon.

The huge ferocious head looked at the sky and then at the undulating mountains.

"It's nice to be free, but..."

Lift one front paw and open it, feeling the wind escape from the paw, as if trying to catch the wind.

"I didn't expect that a little character like me, who was born recently, would have to work. Transforming into a dragon would be such an easy task."

Shenlong represents responsibility and responsibility.

How can people with no sense of responsibility and nothing to do can transform into dragons? Divine beasts are not that simple. Whether auspicious beasts or ominous beasts have their own responsibilities and missions, whether they are good, bad or evil, the rules of creation do not breed waste.

The monster dragon sighed and lay down.

The whole body was relaxed, and the tail was swayed casually on the rocks on the mountain ridge. It was very comfortable to lie down, and I raised my head to look at the white fish belly in the distant east.

"It's a new sunrise."

Lying down comfortably, you can hear the sound of wind blowing on the mountain.

The white fish belly in the distant sky gradually becomes more red. Lying high, you can see far away, and you will always become sentimental when you look far away.

After waiting for a moment, the mountains and the red color that just emerged were reflected in the vertical boy.

The red sun grew bigger and bigger, the darkness receded, and the golden color illuminated the side of the monster dragon facing the east.

The scales facing east are golden on the surface and shadow on the other side.

The huge monster dragon lay quietly on the mountain ridge, quietly watching the rising sun, feeling the warmth of the first ray of sunlight on its scales, as if it wanted to imprint the ordinary but hopeful scene in its mind.

"so tired……"

He lowered his head and rested his chin on the rock, lying very flat.

Open the closed nostrils and exhale, blowing up the dust on the rock surface, then inhale heavily, and then close the nostrils after taking in enough air.

Blinking his eyes, his highly defensive eyelids covered the nictitating membrane before closing. When he opened his eyes, he raised his eyelids and then retracted his nictitating membrane laterally. While enjoying the warm sunshine, he recalled the happiness of horse meat sliding down his throat.

"I don't know when the next time I will be full..."

It's quite interesting when you think about it.

The avatar has to work when it evolves into an independent life, shouldering the same responsibilities as its main body, the mythical beast, the true dragon.

Perhaps this is fate. The things that Long has to do are too many and too heavy. Others only see the freedom of traveling in the sea of ​​clouds and traveling through the three realms, but do not see the heavy sacrifice.

"Forget it, if you want to get something, you have to pay for it. If you want to transform into a dragon, you must first shoulder a mission."

First, he raised his head and glanced at the rising sun reluctantly. Then he stood up with all his strength and looked up at the high sky.

He jumped up suddenly, twisted his body, swam high, then turned his head and dived down.

With a bang, dust and gravel flew into the air, and the giant demonic dragon plunged into the mountains and continued to dive, diving deep into the earth's veins...