Chapter 1969 Red Winged Dragon

I don’t think any living thing can move like the wind and move like a rainbow without eating or drinking for hundreds of millions of years.

But what happened next was a slap in the face.

The thing is like this

After chatting with Fred Alexander, I took a nap again.

After my body was in optimal condition, I took two knives, carried a pocket of darts on my back, dragged a bunch of pterosaurs, and rushed to the next portal.

As soon as I entered the portal, I saw dozens of blue and yellow pterosaurs flying slowly and leisurely in the air.

Through previous battles, I have a general understanding of the attack methods of these two pterosaurs, especially the power of the light blue light ball spitted out by the blue pterosaur.

So, after a lot of teasing, I successfully lured out a light blue ball of light, and used it to destroy the group of pterosaurs.

After collecting all the pterosaur corpses, I happily wandered around the hall, looking around and thinking that this floor was nothing special. It was just a group of pterosaurs. I had already found a way to kill them easily, even if the pterosaurs The dragon comes more violently, and we can destroy it without fail.

When I was full of pride, I walked around the entire hall, but inexplicably couldn't find the portal leading to the next floor.

This made me very puzzled: Could it be in some special location, or perhaps in some unnoticed corner?

With this conjecture in mind, I once again launched a more detailed investigation.

The results of this investigation were the same as the last one, which made me very annoyed - without the portal, how could I get out of this hellish place?

While he was distressed, his eyes suddenly fixed on a huge pterosaur sculpture not far away.

This pterosaur sculpture is in a prone shape, with its wings spread out and folded under a sharp beak. The bone horns on its head, wing tips, and tail are particularly thick and sharp.

If it were a real pterosaur, it would probably be three or four times the size of other pterosaurs.

Even calling it the Winged Dragon King is not an exaggeration.

Although this gray stone sculpture is lifelike, it blocks the wall behind it. Who knows if there is a portal behind it.

In order to find the portal, I gritted my teeth and reluctantly smashed this lifelike pterosaur sculpture.

The Odachi condensed with murderous intent easily chopped the outer layer of the stone shell into pieces, but the sharp blade stopped at a millimeter below the stone shell.

"Is there some secret hidden under the stone shell?"

While muttering, I stretched out my hand to peel apart the broken stone shells one by one and threw them away.

Under the stone shell, there was a layer of red material as bright as blood. I stretched out my hand and knocked it. It was very hard and quite tough.

"What's this?"

I stabbed it with Xilan's demon knife in confusion, but it didn't leave any damage, not even a scratch.

"Huh?" I became interested: "What kind of material is this? Is it so powerful?"

"Please allow me to say something that disturbs your mood." Odachi surprisingly did not directly mock him, but instead politely asked for my opinion.

I couldn't help but said with disdain: "Hey, you can just say whatever you want. When did you become so polite? I feel goosebumps all over."

"Oh, that's it." Odachi's tone was very low, as if he was whispering: "I think what is displayed in front of you is not a statue, but a living red pterosaur."

"Living pterosaur?" I sneered: "Stop teasing me, okay? How could a living pterosaur be sealed in a stone shell?"

"If you don't eat, drink or move for hundreds of millions of years, a fossil-like stone shell will definitely form on the surface of your skin."

Odachi said calmly.

"Ha, it doesn't matter if you don't eat or drink for hundreds of millions of years? Are you saying that this stone shell is a shell formed because it hasn't moved for hundreds of millions of years?" I suddenly realized, and panicked: "Is it possible that it is... Is it really alive?”

Before Odachi could answer, he saw the red object suddenly trembling. In just a few breaths, a bright red blood-like thing broke out of the stone, and the man stood up.

As the gravel fell, its lineup was gradually revealed. It was a huge pterosaur whose body was blood red!

The wings are stretched out and are more than two meters long. The beak is like a sword, and the teeth are like knives. In the middle of the golden eye whites, there is a bright red pupil. The pupil sometimes opens, sometimes shrinks, and quickly focuses.

The focus is me!

I yelled, turned around and ran away.

Facing a pterosaur whose attack methods and combat skills are unknown, not running away is seeking death!

While I was running wildly, I heard a long roar from the pterosaur behind me, followed by several rapid whirring noises, and then I felt an insignificant tingling sensation coming from the back of my neck. I turned around subconsciously, and was suddenly shocked out of my mind.

Is this giant red pterosaur really the same species as the blue pterosaur and the khaki pterosaur?

Why do the blue pterosaur and the khaki pterosaur fly at almost the speed of a turtle, but this one is as fast as a wolf?

You haven't eaten or drank for hundreds of millions of years, but you can still be so fast?

For a moment, my mind was filled with doubts like this, and it was precisely because of these doubts that I was unable to focus on escaping.

Soon, the soles of his feet softened, he staggered and fell to the ground.

The red pterosaur chasing me obviously didn't expect that I would fall, and it didn't have time to brake. It rushed forward and hit a stone pillar a few steps away.

There was a loud bang, and half of the stone pillar was immediately destroyed. Stone fragments were scattered all over the ground. Many fist-sized fragments of stone rolled away, and finally bounced onto my legs, scratching my pants. , scratched the skin.

I climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, held the knife, and stared at the bottom of the destroyed stone pillar warily.

There was a pile of rubble there, and a red pterosaur was buried under the rubble, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

But I know very well that this impact must not be painful or itchy for it, because even if it were me and the stone pillar was broken, I would only suffer minor injuries at most.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, there was a crash, and the Red Winged Dragon suddenly stood up, opened its sharp beak, showed its sharp teeth, and bit hard, only to hear a few soft crunching sounds, and several fallen stones were crushed by it. .

"Go ahead, you really have such good teeth!" I was horrified and couldn't help but praise: "I really want to know what brand of toothpaste it uses."

The red-winged dragon spread its wings again, flew into the air, and raised its head slightly. Suddenly, the magic elements in the hall began to stir, and quickly gathered in the beak of the red-winged dragon like a stream of water.

"This, this is."

"Run!" Odachi said urgently, "This is dragon's breath!"

I subconsciously turned around and ran away. As I ran away, I wondered: "Isn't the dragon's breath sprayed out from the dragon's throat? This is probably just its special combat skill."

"You said dragon breath is spit out from the dragon's throat?" Odachi sneered and corrected: "Have you forgotten the evil dragon Spitz? With only withered bones left, where is the throat?"