NOVEL NEXT Chapter 428: Pressure test, get over it!
Chapter 428: Pressure test, get over it!
There may be more than one good thing in Longzhong!
Mingzheng made this judgment instantly in his mind, but it was not difficult to decide which direction to go first.
"The opportunity to obtain the Dragon Tomb this time is mainly due to Nian Meilong, so let's go to where Nian Meilong wants to go first. What do you think, baby dragon?"
The baby dragon standing next to Nian Meilong blinked and nodded obediently.
Nian Meilong smiled and patted Baby Dragon on the head, then turned to look at Mingzheng.
"sticky……"
"Let's go, let's hurry up, the situation in Longzhong is unknown, so be careful!"
With that said, Mingzheng sent out more Gala Gala, Gengar and Warrior Eagle, but never gave Nian Meilong a chance to speak.
Taking care of the little brother is a good thing, but the situation in the Dragon Tomb is unclear. If the opportunity comes and only one can be taken, will Nian Meilong blame Baby Dragon?
What should I do if there is a gap between each other?
They are all proud dragon-type quasi-gods, and Mingzheng doesn't want any of them to suffer. The best way is to distribute them according to their merits.
"Lead the way, Nian Meilong!"
As Mingzheng spoke, he patted the warrior eagle beside him.
One person and one eagle look at each other, and there is a tacit understanding that needs no words.
"Sticky~"
Nian Meilong didn't say anything more. He seemed to understand Mingzheng's good intentions and took the initiative to walk in the direction he sensed.
Mingzheng and Gala Gala followed immediately, Gengar melted into the shadows as usual, and the Warrior Eagle also flew low behind.
The baby dragon jumped onto Mingzheng's shoulders in a few steps.
"Baby~baby~"
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Mingzheng couldn't help but tease, "You are so ambitious, are you going to help Nian Meilong find treasures in the future?"
"Baby!"
"Hahahaha, the sticky dragon doesn't like wings. If you don't believe me, just ask it."
"Sticky~"
The sticky dragon in front spreads its hands in cooperation. It is not a god and has any obsession with flying.
After the joke, everyone tidied up, remained vigilant, and slowly went deep into the Dragon Tomb.
However, Longzhong just looked a bit intimidating. They walked for half an hour without encountering any accidents or dangers, and the entire space was extremely quiet.
The deeper it goes, the more excited the sticky dragon becomes, and it can feel that it is getting closer and closer to that fatal attraction.
After continuing for another hour, a sunken pit suddenly appeared in the desolate Dragon Tomb.
"Need a detour?"
"Sticky~"
Nian Meilong shook his head and pointed to the largest pit in the middle.
"Is this right here?"
"sticky!"
Soon, they all came to the edge of the pit and looked inside.
It's dark, sticky, and has a slight fishy smell but not too strong.
This is a swamp...a wetland?
On the other side, Nian Meilong couldn't bear it anymore and slid down the slope of the pit, then stepped into the middle of the wetland.
At the same time, faint purple ripples lit up from the entire wetland, and the terrifying dragon pressure suddenly erupted, directly rushing back Ming Zheng and the others beside the pit.
"Nian Meilong, are you okay?"
Mingzheng shouted subconsciously, and then stood on the edge again despite the pressure.
In the pit, Nian Meilong was obviously not feeling well, but it had no choice but to endure it, and it had no energy to distract Ming Zheng.
Mingzheng remained silent, secretly guessing that this might be a test for Nian Meilong. After all, although the dragon was powerful, it did not cause any real harm.
In this case, we can only look at Nian Meilong himself.
<divclass="contentadv">The purple ripples in the wetland flickered non-stop, continuously releasing pressure. After the sticky dragon withstood the initial impact, it finally gradually adapted.
When it puffed up its chest, more purple light rose from the center of the pit wetland and faintly condensed into a form.
Like...a round shell!
"sticky!"
With a dragon roar, Nian Meilong walked towards the center of the pit step by step with firm eyes.
The pace is slow, but always moving forward.
But halfway through the journey, Nian Meilong's speed slowed down by three points. Each step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, as if it had really turned into a snail.
Obviously, the closer you get, the more terrifying the dragon's power becomes!
Ten minutes later, Nian Meilong reluctantly took a few steps forward, but the progress became slower and slower.
Ming was looking anxiously outside, but he was helpless and didn't even dare to send a message to disturb it.
The moment after the answer, a faint red light flashed from the sticky beauty dragon, and Mingzheng immediately recognized it as a skill retreat!
A retreat boost increases Nian Meilong's double defense and dodge rate, and also enhances its ability to withstand pressure to a certain extent.
Sure enough, Nian Meilong took steps again and took several steps forward!
Then it stopped again, hunched over and unable to move.
At this time, Nian Meilong was less than 20 meters away from the phantom of the round shell in the center. At Nian Meilong's pace, he could reach it in only seven or eight steps!
But these seven or eight steps are a natural chasm...
"Nian Meilong, come on..."
Mingzheng murmured to himself, eagerly hoping that he could also master the trainer's magical skill of Rejuvenation Roar.
wow~
The red light rose again, and Nian Meilong launched his second retreat, and his ability to withstand stress was greatly enhanced.
Nian Meilong also followed this momentum and took three steps forward quickly.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
And then... stop again!
Sweating profusely, panting, legs trembling.
Nian Meilong looked at the phantom round shell that was so close, and felt infinite desire in his heart!
The instinct of the body keeps telling it that as long as it obtains this round phantom, it will definitely benefit greatly, and even the mysterious problems that have not been solved will be solved.
However, there is only one last retreat left...
It would still be a close call if we took three more steps.
At least go one more step!
Just one step!
Wow!
The red light of the last retreat rose up, Nian Meilong's eyes were firm, and his short legs stepped out fiercely.
Boom!
Boom!Boom!
……
Boom!
Four steps!
The phantom of the round shell was close in front of him. Nian Meilong reached out and reached forward with a paddling motion!
……
Two seconds later, nothing happened. Nian Meilong raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Just a little bit, just a little bit, but my hands are short!
thump!
Nian Meilong's left leg felt sore and he suddenly knelt down. The heavy pressure almost crushed it!
Is it over?
I don't know if it was because of the sweat flowing into his eyes, but Nian Meilong's vision became blurred, and the round shadow seemed to be about to dissipate.
"Horn, sticky beauty dragon! Use your..."
The voice also became illusory, and Nian Meilong felt as if he heard Mingzheng's voice again.
So it failed?
I'm so tired, so forget it...
"Horn, the head horn of our comrade, Ani Meilong, can be touched by throwing it over!"
"Baby! Baby!"
"Gala! Ga!"
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Bah! Bah!"
Why are you calling me?
What are horns?
Throw it over...
Throw it over!
Yes, throw it over with the horn! ! !