You said you were good at archaeology, but your tattoo of the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin has be

I saw that the golden pigment that was lying on Huo Jilin's body was being withdrawn from Huo Jilin's skin little by little.

It was as if the whole tattoo had come alive.

Then, the black pigments gathered together in an organized and purposeful manner.

Before everyone recovered from the shock of the first scene, the pigments had already formed a golden dragon.

The Yinglong in front of him had a pair of wings, a scaly body with spines, a large and long head, a pointed snout, small nose, eyes, and ears, large eye sockets, high brows, sharp teeth, a protruding forehead, a thin neck and a big belly, a long and pointed tail, and strong limbs.

It was the most famous Yinglong in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Yinglong stood on the ground, his body rising and falling like a stormy sea.

The dragon head rubbed against Huo Jilin's body intimately, then raised it high, turned his neck, and stared at the white giant wolf in front of him with great majesty.

And the white giant wolf that was just in front of everyone was like a truck.

At this moment, in front of Mo Long, by contrast, he actually looked like an ordinary and confident Samoyed.

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

A strong wind blew in the tomb, and a small sandstorm flew in the tomb. Fist-sized stones were like small cannonballs, smashing down on the archaeological team from all directions.

Yinglong blocked Huo Jilin's eyes so that Huo Jilin could see the White Wolf King clearly in the sandstorm.

The White Wolf King now looked even more terrifying with green mucus flowing out of his eyes.

Shirley Yang and Wang Kaixuan wanted to continue shooting, but they couldn't see in the sand and dust, and were afraid of hitting Huo Jilin, so they had to give up.

Shirley Yang looked at Hu Bayi anxiously: "What should we do! Think of a solution!"

Hu Bayi took out a black donkey hoof from his pocket and threw it into the tomb, praying that this black donkey hoof that can ward off evil spirits can help Huo Jilin.

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

Satipeng's face turned pale due to excessive fear, and he looked at Shirley Yang with a pleading look.

"Sister Yang! Let's go quickly! I see that Huo Jilin is going to die in there! If we don't run, we will die!"

Shirley Yang was furious: "What are you talking about! How can you leave your companions and run away by yourself!"

"You kid! If the Japanese were here, I think you would be a traitor!" Wang Kaixuan also cursed.

Sadipeng put on an attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water: "I don't care what you say! I can't lose my life here! My mother is waiting for me to go back!"

Hu Bayi tilted his head slightly, his face full of anger: "Fatty! Keep an eye on them! No one can move!"

Huo Jilin is an extremely powerful person in Hu Bayi's heart. 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 digging the ground, and the green mucus and white saliva dripped on the ground to form a puddle.

With his lips opened to the maximum, the White Wolf King ran and rushed in front of Huo Jilin.

Yinglong's claws suddenly stretched out, and as Huo Jilin's movements rose and fell, Yinglong's claws fell rapidly from a high place.

"Pa!"

"Awoo~"

Yinglong pinned the White Wolf King to the ground with one claw. The White Wolf King was in unbearable pain, and his limbs were struggling back and forth, like a turtle with its shell turned over.

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

This claw directly slapped the White Wolf King's mind blank, and his eyes were dull.

The sandstorm also dissipated in an instant.

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

Wang Kaixuan cheered: "Brother Huo! You are my god!"

A thousand-year-old wolf would naturally not be killed easily by a punch. Huo Jilin struck while the iron was hot, riding on the White Wolf King and hitting the White Wolf King's throat.

Just now, Huo Jilin found through observation that the White Wolf King's body was made of hard bones except for the throat.

Hitting the throat is the fastest way.

Huo Jilin was so fast that the White Wolf King was hit in the throat more than a dozen times before he could react.

The White Wolf King was dizzy with pain, his limbs drooped on the ground, his face was like a dyeing factory, white hair, black blood, and green mucus flowing freely.

Huo Jilin's forehead was sweating, and he stopped.

Yinglong was wrapped around the neck of the White Wolf King.

"Crack."

Huo Jilin heard a crisp sound, and the White Wolf King finally died.

After the White Wolf King died, Yinglong coiled back to Huo Jilin's waist.

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

Huo JilinLin didn't want to think about anything now, he just wanted to quickly break through the tomb of Prince Gumo and activate the next tattoo.

Going forward, it will become more and more dangerous.

If he still relies on Yinglong alone, it will be difficult for Huo Jilin to guarantee that he can pass smoothly when facing the Queen of Jingjue.

Chen Jiuren and Hao Aiguo immediately rushed over to help Satipeng up and check his injuries.

Fortunately, Satipeng's chest was only dug out a few times, and the injuries were to the flesh but not to the bones, so it was not very serious.

After a few handfuls of water were poured down, Satipeng woke up.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Shirley Yang stepped forward, stretched out her arms, and wiped the sweat off Huo Jilin.

Wang Kaixuan swallowed his saliva and asked:

"Master Huo, just now, did you summon a dragon?"

Thinking that Wang Kaixuan was simple-minded, Huo Jilin didn't want to explain to him, so he started to play dumb:

"What furry?"

Wang Kaixuan was stunned, and then began to gesture:

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

Huo Jilin continued to play dumb:

"Furry with chicken soup?"

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

"Brother Huo, you have a good rest,"

The others began to observe the tomb.

This tomb is made of stone bricks.

The whole tomb is surrounded by some reliefs representing the culture of the Western Regions.

"Professor Chen! Look at this!"

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

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger.

There are two vivid stone lions, and in the middle there is a giant stone statue of a crocodile turtle that is more than ten meters high.

Huo Jilin was a little confused. Why didn't he see these three statues just now?

This is a stone statue of a crocodile turtle that is three or four meters high. It is dark all over, and only the top of its head is shining. A closer look reveals that it is a long sword hanging in the air.

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

"I really didn't expect that there was such a wonderful craftsmanship in the Western Regions a thousand years ago. It's really amazing!"

Sa Dipeng touched the feet of the stone statue of the crocodile turtle, and kept wow in his mouth.

Hao Aiguo shifted all his attention to the long sword.