Talking about archeology, your Kowloon coffin tattoo was exposed

I saw that the golden pigment that was lying on Huo Jilin's body was being withdrawn from Huo Jilin's skin little by little at this time.

It's like the whole tattoo comes to life.

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

Before the crowd could recover from the shock of the first act, the paint had already formed a golden dragon.

The Ying dragon in front of him gave birth to a pair of wings, a scaly body with spines, a large and long head, a pointed snout, a small nose, eyes, and ears, large eye sockets, high eyebrow arches, sharp teeth, a protruding forehead, a thin neck and a large abdomen, a long tail tip, and strong limbs.

It is the most famous Ying Long in the Book of Mountains and Seas.

Ying Long stood on the ground, his body rising and falling, like a stormy wave.

The dragon head rubbed affectionately on Huo Jilin's body, and then raised it high, twisted its neck, and stared at the white giant wolf in front of him very majestically.

And just now in front of everyone, it was like a huge white wolf.

At this time, in front of Mo Long, in contrast, he turned out to be like an ordinary and confident Samoyed.

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

The wind was blowing in the tomb, and a small sandstorm flew up in the tomb, and fist-sized rocks were like small cannonballs, smashing down on the archaeological team from all directions.

Ying Long blocked Huo Jilin's eyes, so that Huo Jilin could see the location of the White Wolf King clearly in the sandstorm.

The current White Wolf King, the eyes that were hit flowed green mucus, which looked 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 I do! Hurry up and think of a way!"

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

Wang Kaixuan also began to become anxious: "Old Hu, this doesn't seem to work! This guy is too fierce!"

Sa Dipeng's face turned pale from excessive fear, and he looked at Shirley Yang with a pleading eye.

"Sister Yang, let's go quickly! I look at this formation, Huo Jilin seems to be dying inside! If we don't

run, we will die!" Shirley Yang was extremely angry: "What are you talking about! How can you leave your companions and run by yourself

!" "You kid! If this is when Little Japan is here, I think you will be a traitor!"

Wang Kaixuan also scolded.

Sa Dipeng put on a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water: "I don't care what you say! I can't leave my life here! My mother is still waiting for me to go back!"

Hu Bayi tilted his head slightly, his face was full of annoyance: "Fatty, show them to me! No one can move!" Huo

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

Looking at the tomb again, Huo Jilin and the White Wolf King looked at each other, the White Wolf King's front paws kept scraping the ground, and the green mucus and white saliva dripped on the ground together to form a puddle.

His lips opened to the maximum, and the White Wolf King ran up, and he rushed to Huo Jilin in one fell swoop.

Ying Long's claws suddenly stretched out, and with Huo Jilin's movements, Ying Long's claws fell rapidly from a high place.

"Smack!"

"Whew~"

Ying Long buckled the White Wolf King to the ground with one paw, the White Wolf King was in unbearable pain, his limbs fluttered back and forth, and he was like a turtle that had turned over his shell.

The White Wolf King's skull was as hard as iron, and it shook Huo Jilin's wrist a little painfully.

This claw directly slapped the white wolf king's mind blank, and his eyes were blank.

The sandstorm also dissipated in an instant.

The people outside saw this scene clearly, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and their hanging hearts finally fell.

Wang Kaixuan cheered: "Brother Huo, you are my god!" The

thousand-year-old wolf will naturally not be killed by a punch easily, Huo Jilin struck while the iron was hot, rode on the body of the White Wolf King, and struck at the throat of the White Wolf King.

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

Striking the throat is the fastest way.

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

The White Wolf King was dizzy in pain, his limbs hung limply on the ground, his face seemed to have opened a dye shop, and the white hair, black blood, and green mucus flowed wantonly.

Huo Jilin's forehead kept sweating and stopped.

Ying Long wrapped himself around the neck of the White Wolf King.

"Quack.

There was a crisp sound in Huo Jilin's ears, and the White Wolf King finally lost his breath.

After the death of the White Wolf King, Ying Long coiled back on Huo Jilin's waist.

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

Huo Jilin didn't want anything now, he just wanted to break through the tomb of Prince Gumo as soon as possible and activate the next tattoo.

If you go any further, it will become more and more dangerous.

If he still relied on Ying Long alone, it would be difficult for Huo Jilin to guarantee that he would be able to pass the test smoothly in the face of the Absolute Queen.

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

Fortunately, Satipeng's chest was only dug out a few times, and the wounds were fleshy but not boneless, which was not very serious.

After a few handfuls of water were splashed, Sadipeng woke up.

"Eh, it hurts!" Shirley

Yang stepped forward, straightened her arm, and wiped Huo Jilin's sweat.

Wang Kaixuan swallowed his saliva and asked

, "Huo Ye, just now, you summoned

a dragon?" Thinking of Wang Kaixuan's simple mind, Huo Jilin didn't want to explain to him, so he

began to pretend to be stupid: "What furry?"

Wang Kaixuan was stunned, and then began to compare:

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

Huo Jilin continued to pretend to be stupid

"Fluffy with chicken soup?" Hu

Bayi understood that Huo Jilin didn't want to speak, so he pulled Wang Kaixuan away:

"Brother Huo, you have a good rest,"

and several other people began to observe the tomb.

This burial chamber is made of stone bricks.

Around the entire tomb, there are some reliefs carved representing the culture of the Western Regions.

"Professor Chen, look at this!" Sa

Dipeng didn't care about the pain, pressed his chest, and pointed to a place and shouted.

The crowd looked in the direction of his finger.

It is two vivid stone lions, and there is a giant snapping turtle stone statue more than ten meters high in the middle.

Huo Jilin was a little puzzled, why didn't he see these three statues just now.

This is a three- or four-meter-tall snapping turtle stone statue, full of swarthy body, only the top of the head shines, and if you look closely, it turns out that a long knife is hanging in the air.

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

"I really didn't expect that thousands of years ago, the Western Regions would have such ingenious craftsmanship, it's really breathtaking!" Sadipeng's

hand touched the feet of the snapping turtle stone statue, and his mouth kept wowing.

Hao Aiguo moved all his eyes to the long knife.