Chapter 1 Cold Sweat

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, his back soaked in a layer of cold sweat.

Xiao Yuan, who had been paying attention to her sweetheart, immediately asked, "What did you see?"

Zhang Yuanqing said in a low voice, "Total annihilation. The dragon annihilated us."

He roughly described the scene he saw in the Astrology, the changes in the stars.

Like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, the four people's expressions stiffened, and the joy and sense of security they had gained from the Linmu disappeared.

"It's not night now, and there's no starry sky. I only saw fragments, so I can't be accurate about the details, and I can't see more of the trajectory of fate, so it's difficult to make targeted deployments." Zhang Yuanqing looked solemn.

The reason why Ling Tuo can manipulate fate with all living beings as chess pieces is because he can see many future directions and many details, which is equivalent to knowing the script in advance.

However, low-level Star Officials see trailers.

No need to say how fake trailers are.

If they arrange their troops according to the content of the trailer, they will be played to death by fate.

Therefore, apart from knowing that the team will be wiped out, Zhang Yuanqing cannot give any targeted deployments.

"It doesn't matter, the effect of Astrology has been achieved!" Huang Taiji comforted him with a serious face, "If we rashly seize the dragon's eyes now, we will really be wiped out."

He gently pushed the display case next to him, changing the direction of the boat, and floated towards the location of the pottery mask.

The boat stopped in front of the pottery mask display case, and Huang Taiji lowered his head and asked:

"How should we pass the Dragon Breath test?"

He had already figured out the mechanism of the dungeon. For most things, he didn't need to use his brain. Asking the pottery mask would give him the answer.

Even so, the dungeon is already hell-level difficulty.

The pottery mask, in the image of a kind old man, said with a smile, "Convince people with virtue."

What the hell, convince people with virtue! Zhang Yuanqing almost cursed.

Even someone as calm as Huang Taiji twitched his lips a few times. He knew this was a lie, so he asked again.

"Subdue them with force!"

Huang Taiji frowned. It seemed that there was no shortcut to this level, and they could only rely on their hard power to pass the assessment.

He chose his words for a few seconds, and then asked, "Is there any way to avoid the Dragon Breath assessment?"

After asking twice, after excluding the first wrong answer, he finally got the correct reply:

"The Dragon Breath test cannot be avoided, but there is no limit to the number of people. You can leave the strongest one to accept the test, and the rest can hide in the blank painting.

"The painting is the only way to avoid the Dragon Breath, but it inherently has a great danger. Those who enter the painting must come out within fifteen minutes, otherwise they will die inside."

Then, Huang Taiji asked about the method of entering and leaving the painting.

It's very simple, throw yourself into the painting

and you can enter. After entering the painting, you will naturally know how to leave.

The five people discussed it and decided that Zhang Yuanqing would stay outside to deal with the test, and the others would enter the painting, trying to last for fifteen minutes, with a bottom line of ten minutes.

Qing Zhu moved the wooden paddle, passed through the exhibition hall, and came to the painting.

"If we survive fifteen minutes and pass the Dragon Breath test, we can clear the level." Zhang Yuanqing took the wooden paddle from Qing Zhu's hand, and politely declined Alicia and Huang Taiji's defensive props, Xiao Yuan's healing Gu, and Qing Zhu's healing props. "You are also in danger. It's not safe inside the painting either."

Considering that accepting the Dragon Breath test on the wooden boat required a strong sense of balance and flexibility, Zhang Yuanqing asked Qing Zhu for a Muyao prop.

A emerald green earring.

Its function is to enhance strength, flexibility, and balance. The increase in strength can be ignored, but the increase in flexibility and balance will allow Zhang Yuanqing to dance the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss on the thin wooden paddle.

"I'll go in first." Huang Taiji jumped into the blank painting.

Xiao Yuan followed closely behind, followed by Alicia and Qing Zhu.

Soon, the figures of the four people appeared in the painting, composed of a few strokes of ink, but they were lifelike and quite expressive, making them easily recognizable.

After a few more seconds, the ink quickly outlined an ancient house in the blank painting.

The ancient house was in a traditional ink style, with a gloomy sky, and lanterns in front of the house gate emitting a dim red light, revealing a Chinese-style eeriness and horror.

The four ink people stood in front of the ancient house, hesitating to move forward, seemingly aware of the horror and eeriness of the ancient house. Suddenly, the four people turned their heads together and looked at the darkness behind them. Their simple faces revealed extremely realistic expressions of horror.

They hurriedly pushed open the gate of the ancient house and fled inside.

The ink painting began to change frame by frame, showing a dilapidated courtyard, a courtyard overgrown with weeds, a tilted stone mill, and a crooked clothes drying rack.

The four people looked around in the courtyard, stepped on the bluestone ground with weeds growing in the cracks, walked under the upturned eaves, and pushed open the door of the east room.

A funeral was being held in the room, with red candles, white banners, paper figures, and a red coffin placed in the center of the mourning hall.

Zhang Yuanqing stood outside watching, like watching a traditional ink-style cartoon when he was a child.

Strange paintings, each one could be a dungeon with considerable difficulty. It's a pity that I'm the only Night Wanderer in the team, otherwise the style of the ancient house would not be daunting at all. Zhang Yuanqing stopped watching, picked up the wooden paddle and pushed it against the wall. The boat quickly broke through the waves and approached the giant dragon statue on the west side.

The giant dragon squatted on the base, cast in bronze, six meters high, with its head raised in a roaring posture, its expression lifelike and its scale details perfect.

Its eyeballs were inlaid with dark red cat's eye gemstones, with vertical pupils that were crystal clear, as if they had the ability to see through people's hearts.

Zhang Yuanqing paddled the wooden paddle, parked in front of the giant dragon statue, raised the two-meter-long wooden paddle, and slammed it hard at the giant dragon's eye socket.

"Dong!"

The Linmu hit the bronze statue, making a dull sound.

The dark red cat's eye gemstone in the giant dragon's eye socket did not move at all. Zhang Yuanqing was about to continue hitting when he suddenly saw the gemstone turn slightly, looking down at him, and the cat's eye slit inside burst out with a cold light.

The statue came to life!

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked. He kicked the base with his foot, and the boat slid back with the force, widening the distance.

The resurrected giant dragon suddenly opened its wings, and the membrane wings vibrated violently, like a human stretching after waking up.

Soon after, it retracted its membrane wings, its long neck bulged, and it instantly surged to its throat.

"Hoo!"

A ball of crimson fire spewed out, crashing into the human not far away.

The intensity of the fireball is not great. Zhang Yuanqing calmly took out the Yin-Yang Robe and put it on. Bright flames rose from his palms, catching the oncoming fireball and pressing it down.

The basin-sized fireball was pushed into the Weak Water, making a sizzling sound, extinguished and dissipated.

If the intensity of the Dragon Breath is like this, then it's easy! Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his skinned and fleshy hands, secretly cheered.

The fire dragon on the base bulged its neck again, its pointed beak opened, and with a "hoo" sound, another fireball spewed out, and then, one fireball after another spewed out.

Damn it, shouldn't have made that bet! Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly waved the wooden paddle, using all his strength to row.

The boat shot towards the west like an arrow, brushing past six or seven fireballs.

But the giant dragon was like a machine gun, and one fireball after another emitting high temperatures spewed out of its bloody mouth, with a rate of fire comparable to a heavy cannon.

After all, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't achieve perfect unity between man and boat. Avoiding one wave was already the limit. He condensed a shield with the power of the sun, used the wooden paddle as a spear, and dodged in the two-meter-long boat, either blocking, striking, or dodging, allowing one fireball after another to brush past his body.

Linmu is extremely hard, impervious to water and fire, and is suitable for use as a weapon.

Suddenly, a hot wind hit his face from behind, and with a "bang" sound, a fireball emitting high temperatures shot from behind, hitting his back.

The expanding fire tore his clothes, carbonizing the flesh on his back. The powerful impact caused Zhang Yuanqing to stagger, lose his balance, and fall towards the Weak Water.

At the critical moment, his waist muscles twisted, and the tilting body rotated continuously, forcefully twisting the downward center of gravity back, and he fell on the edge of the boat.

The Beast King's prop played its role.

Ignoring the burning pain in his back, Zhang Yuanqing quickly turned around and saw that the fireballs he had just avoided had not fallen into the water, but turned around and attacked him again.

At the same time, the giant dragon in the distance bulged its long neck again and transformed into a machine gun again, densely spraying fireballs.

Attacked from both front and back!

No matter how flexible the Muyao is, or how strong the balance is, it is impossible to be safe and sound in a hail of bullets.

It's outrageous. The Weak Water drowns everything. How are these fireballs floating in the air? The dungeon mechanism doesn't play by the rules! Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart. The fireballs must have been blessed by the dungeon to ignore the Weak Water's "gravity."

The sea of fire was in front and behind, and the heat wave was overwhelming.

Holding a light golden shield, Zhang Yuanqing waved the wooden paddle, blocking while scattering the fireballs. Sometimes he flashed through the attack of two fireballs, sometimes he bent over, and sometimes he lunged forward.

He dodged most of the fireballs, but was still blasted until his whole body was carbonized, emitting a pungent smell of burnt meat.

His internal organs were unharmed, but 80% of his body was carbonized, and the severe pain put great pressure on his spirit.

The flames have a burning effect, which cancels out my self-healing ability. If it happens again, I think I will die... Zhang Yuanqing smelled the scent of death.

Fortunately, the giant dragon stopped spraying Dragon Breath, and the first wave of testing was over.

Zhang Yuanqing took out the Mountain God Scepter, activated the healing function, and at the same time grabbed the Life Source Liquid injection and stuffed it into his mouth. With a "crack" sound, his steel teeth crushed the glass tube, swallowed the liquid, and spat out the glass shards.

The skin and blood vessels have been carbonized, and the injection cannot be injected.

With both methods working together, plus the Night Wanderer's self-healing power, his flesh and blood quickly regenerated, and the carbonized skin cracked, revealing fresh red flesh.

I don't know what the second wave of Dragon Breath test will be like... Zhang Yuanqing turned his head and looked at the hanging painting in the east. The ink animation was playing frame by frame. He saw that only Qing Zhu was left in the mourning hall.

He looked at the blood-colored coffin in horror. A gap opened in the coffin, and a blue-black hand stretched out.

He saw a disheveled female corpse crawling out of the coffin, pouncing on Qing Zhu and tearing off his right arm.

He saw Qing Zhu running wildly around the mourning hall with a look of horror, with the female corpse chasing after him.

Huang Taiji and the other three stood blankly aside, as if they didn't see their companion in danger.

The crisis in the painting has broken out. We must clear the test as soon as possible! Zhang Yuanqing put away the Mountain God Scepter and took out the Thunder Armor and arm guards.

He didn't have many defensive props. Among the Saint-level ones, the Thunder God Set's electromagnetic protection was the strongest.

He endured it just now because he felt that he could withstand the first wave and didn't want to use up the strongest defense too early. After all, electromagnetic protection has a cooling time and comes with the cost of electric shock and paralysis.

Zhang Yuanqing put on the arm guards and armor, and bright blue arcs of electricity enveloped his whole body. The newly recovered tender red skin immediately showed burns.

My body is a little paralyzed, which is not conducive to my actions, but electromagnetic protection should be able to help me hold on for a while. Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. At this moment, he saw the giant dragon's eyes light up.

A red beam as thick as an arm spewed out from its long snout.

A beam of light, too fast to avoid!

The next second, Zhang Yuanqing heard

The electromagnetic protection shattered with a "pop," and the armor composed of lightning collapsed. An arm-thick, transparent hole appeared in his chest.

(End of this chapter)

Mai Bao Xiao Lang Jun