Volume 5 Flying Dragon in the Sky 139 Swamp Adventure 05
Volume 5 Flying Dragon in the Sky 139 Swamp Adventure 05
After entering the state of cultivation, he fell into trance soon. Unbeknownst to him, after he entered trance, a little golden light came out from his Yintang point, and the golden light spread into a layer of light gold around his body. Mist, at this time, his treasure appearance is solemn, just like an old monk entering concentration.
When he woke up from trance, he found that it was already dawn, which made him very happy. What made him even more relieved was that no accidents happened during the whole night of trance. He thought it was the effect of Long Zhenqi, which caused the swamp to collapse. The animals in the cave are all "keep away from strangers". In fact, the little bit of Dragon Qi in his body now cannot smell like a dragon at all. What makes him have a peaceful night is actually the Qi that appears in Yintang Point after he enters concentration. A little golden light.
Another advantage was that judging from the temperature in the morning, there was still a cold wave last night, but he didn't feel it at all and there was nothing wrong with his body.
I moved my muscles and bones and found that the soreness all over my body that I had after waking up yesterday morning was almost gone, and my spirits were much better. It seems that Long Zhenqi's ability to repair the body is indeed extraordinary. Although I can't figure out why it is only for one day. Time, Long Zhenqi will automatically "leak" some for his own use. Could there be a "leakage" incident at Liantai? It's a bit ridiculous to think about it. These things that originally belonged to you are no longer under your control at this time. , as if it were in the hands of one person, and the "leak" incident last night seemed to be a pity for him and gave him a little charity.
I took a look at the place where the monster disappeared last night, and I was still a little scared. If the throw of mud in my hand did not hit the monster's eye, if the mud and grass kicked up with a strong kick did not hit the monster's eye, or maybe What would have been the result if my knife had not hit the monster's eye? These are all unforeseen. All in all, the safe passage last night can be summed up in one sentence: damn good luck!
I ate breakfast in a hurry. Not to mention, my health was better, and when I ate those tasteless compressed biscuits, I felt much more "delicious" than what I had eaten before.
He felt less sore in his body, and had accumulated a lot of experience after walking for two days. On the third day, he walked much faster, and by dusk, he felt that the "shore" was much closer. According to reports According to visual inspection, we should be able to walk through this swamp and reach the actual site tomorrow.
The sun was very hot that day, so he drank more water. When he took a rest in the evening, he found that half of the water in the kettle was gone. He knew that there was no need to worry at this time. In this place full of corrupt substances, I guess there is no clean water source.
This night he practiced Qianlong Jue again, and it was still the same as last night. Except for the dragon energy from last night, there was no more leakage from the lotus platform to pity him. But it was another peaceful night, and his mood and body were very good. When he woke up in the morning and looked at the distance ahead that was estimated to be covered in one day, he couldn't help shouting, but he almost screamed with all his strength. In this vast swamp, the sound was as small as the hissing of a mosquito.
But this did not affect his good mood. He picked up his backpack and strode forward.
"Boom, boom -" On a beautiful sunny day, suddenly there was a thunderbolt, and a flashing yellow lightning flashed across the sky. The thunderbolt stirred up a large amount of snowflakes on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the snowflakes stirred up he actually If you can see clearly, depending on the distance, the snowflakes stirred up should be very high.
After a thunderbolt, the sky and the earth changed color instantly, and the sky that was still burning suddenly became dense with thick clouds. After a moment, a tornado rolled wildly from the distance of the swamp, and it turned out that the formation was in the direction where he was.
"Damn, there can be tornadoes in the swamps?" Hanzi was shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that the weather in Death Valley would change at a moment's notice, and he wouldn't discuss it with him at all (hey, why should we discuss it with him?). He didn't have time to think too much.
Seeing a patch of ground with a few small stones scattered in front of him, he quickly quickened his pace, stepped onto the patch of ground, found a slightly concave spot and squatted down, taking his backpack off his back and pressing it under him.
As soon as he was ready, the tornado swept in with countless mud and weeds. Wherever it passed, the swamp was deeply sunken, and then it brought up a large area of mud and weeds, and then
It was swept into the center of the tornado and then spun at high speed.
Looking at this formation, Hanzi felt that it was not very safe. He gritted his teeth secretly, thrust his fingers through both hands, and thrust hard on both sides of a stone under him. His hands and fingers were deeply sunk into the soil, and then
The fingers were slightly bent and tightly grasped the stone buried deep in the ground.
As soon as he finished all this, the tornado hit him with a "bang", and he suddenly felt that his body was floating up. Under the influence of the huge rotation force, he was about to be swept away by the wind.
Holding on to the stone tightly, his body was already swinging in the air at a 45-degree angle, and the backpack tightly held on his shoulders became his biggest problem at this time. In the powerful tornado,
Next, the rope of the backpack was pulled straight, ready to break and roll away. The zipper of the backpack opened with a "swipe" sound, and the contents flew away with a roar. His shoulders and fingers on both hands seemed to be torn apart.
It felt so painful that it hurt so much that my mind went blank for a while.
Fortunately, the tornado came and went quickly. Although it took a long time, in fact, the process was only a blink of an eye. Hanzi was also thrown to the ground with a snap, lying prone on the ground, and all the bones in his body seemed to be scattered.
Average.
The most embarrassing thing was that his whole body was covered with mud and he turned into a clay figure.
He raised his eyes and looked at the fingers of his hands, with a wry smile on his face. He saw that the fingers of both hands were bleeding with bright red blood, and the joints of his fingers were slowly swelling at a visible speed. The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart,
At this moment, he felt that the pain was really deep into his bones. He couldn't help but take a breath, frowned, and blew towards the five fingers of his right hand that hurt the most.
He wanted to push himself up with his hands, but suddenly another burst of sharp pain came from his left shoulder. He groaned in pain and fell down again. It turned out that the left shoulder joint where the backpack was hanging had been dislocated!
This is truly a blessing that never comes in pairs, and misfortune never comes alone.
But what he was most worried about at this time was how much of the food and water in his backpack had not been swept away by the tornado. He endured the pain and slowly sat up with his right hand, feeling a sharp pain in his fingers.
The pain in his left shoulder was even more unbearable, and big beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The sweat beads and the mud on his face slowly flowed down, like a clay figure weeping.
Holding back the pain, he took off the back from his left shoulder and looked inside the backpack. He couldn't help but gasped and murmured: "Does God want to kill me, Lu Mohan? Why do you treat me like this?"
