Reborn as a Lizard: Evolve! Cultivate! Become a Dragon!

Brandon cursed in his heart. They were just statues. What's there to be afraid of? When he came to a statue, he felt that his breathing began to become a little short. The oppressive feeling of these statues was too strong.

They were made very finely. Even the pores of the sweat could be clearly seen. Brandon could even see the hidden blood vessels and felt like blood was flowing inside.

"Could they be alive?" Brandon was so frightened by the thought in his heart that his heart skipped a beat. Brandon didn't dare to look any further, and he hurriedly walked towards the long corridor.

"Ta...ta...ta..." The quiet sound of dripping water echoed in the dim corridor, and the air was in a moist and dull state, making the depths of the corridor seem like the bloody mouth of a wild beast.

A desperate scorpion obviously regarded Brandon as its prey. It clamped Brandon's feet with pliers and stabbed his instep with its scorpion tail, but it was obviously unable to break through Brandon's thick skin. Brandon trampled the desperate scorpion into a pulp, making an unpleasant gurgling sound.

The rats hiding in the dark corners, waiting for opportunities to spy, saw the scorpion's fate, and made a chirping sound that was unclear whether it was joy or fear. It seemed particularly harsh in the quiet corridor, and they scattered away.

Brandon walked forward cautiously. After walking nearly dozens of metres, Brandon reached the top of the corridor. There was an arc-shaped door directly in front of him, which was seven or eight metres high. The door was ajar, as if there were endless secrets hidden inside.

Brandon adjusted his breathing and tried to suppress his heart that was about to jump out of his throat. Since arriving here, Brandon felt like he had arrived in the land of giants, where everything was so huge.

He stretched out his paw and pushed it gently, but the door didn't move at all. As the force gradually increased, the door finally made a squeaking sound, the sound was sharp like the groan of an evil spirit.

As the door opened, a rotten smell came out. It took a while for the dust to disperse. It was obvious that this was a large hall.

The entire hall looked like it had been hit by a Tyrannosaurus rex. It looked like a mess. More than a dozen human and animal skeletons were scattered everywhere, and rusty weapons were everywhere. All. There seemed to have been a fierce battle here, and the hard rock floor has been shattered in many places.

The surrounding walls were covered with huge murals. Due to the age, the murals were obviously a bit blurred. I don't know whether it is due to the battle or the passage of time. The entire wall looked pitted. Many pictures had been lost, and Brandon struggled to identify them for a long time before he could see the outline in a slightly complete mural.

There was a strange creature painted on it. It looked a bit like a lizard, but it had wings like a bat. It breathed fire. There was a small man next to it. He was wearing strange clothes. The clothes were as tight as skin. Sticking to his body, holding a huge golden sword, suspended in the air, obviously fighting that strange creature. The battle was depicted as fierce, many mountains collapsed, and the ground began to crack.

One was missing in the middle.

Then in another painting, the strange creature had been killed by that person, and there were many people around it, and everyone cheered together. Brandon stared at the strange creature and felt a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that this creature was very similar to him except for its wings.

Could it be the legendary dragon? It can breathe fire, but I can only breathe smoke. Why is there such a big gap?

At this time, his pupils suddenly contracted, his brain flashed with lightning, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his head went blank for a while.

Brandon 's head suddenly became congested with blood. He felt like he had been injected with something. His whole body was filled with a feeling of happiness. Why was he different from other lizards?

Could it be that I have the blood of a giant dragon? It must be like this.

It could be that he is a relative of the dragon and practising the golden bell brought out the bloodline hidden in the body. Brandon became more and more sure, and he couldn't help but secretly swear in his heart that I will definitely become a real dragon.

Since the Golden Bell can draw out his own dragon bloodline, Brandon believed that with the training of the Golden Bell, he could become a real dragon. Brandon suppressed the excitement in his heart and cautiously crawled toward the side hall.

He couldn't be proud now. Since even a giant dragon could be killed, his current strength was not enough for someone else's little finger. At best, he was now just a reserve member of the dragon's distant family, and it is still far away.

Brandon came to the small door of the side hall. Of course, this small door was based on the main door of the main hall, which was also five or six metres high. Brandon didn't hesitate at all and pushed open the small door of the side hall.

It was filled with densely packed weapons and covered with spider webs. Several dustpan-sized spiders were resting in the centre of the large webs, following the door that had not moved for thousands of years. Being pushed away, the spider was frightened and began to flee.

Brandon estimated that there were probably thousands of weapons here. With the passage of time, most of them had become rusty. Only a few swords were unaffected by the cruelty of time. They were still as bright as new, as if they had just been made. They were obviously swords. But it was not very attractive to Brandon .

Regardless of whether it was the previous life or this life, he was accustomed to physical combat. Maybe it was a common problem caused by practising the golden bell. After those people practised the Golden Bell Shield, their body defence and strength were greatly increased. They fought like human weapons and were not afraid of ordinary weapons at all. So those people have no need for weapons, because their bodies were weapons.

Brandon climbed out of the armoury without any hesitation and walked towards a room next to him. As soon as he opened the door, a group of huge mice, like house cats, made squeaking sounds and showed a fierce look at Brandon, eager to court death.

Brandon resisted the nausea in his heart, flicked his tail, and several rats were thrown into the air. They hit the wall with a bang, leaving a few balls of blood, and slowly slid down. It was obvious that they would not survive. The rats around him Let out a cry of fear and disperse.

This was a storage room, which was full of mouldy smell and filled with seeds of certain plants. After an unknown number of years, these grains had grown long velvet and their colour had turned dark. Many of them had unnamed beetles burrowed inside.

Brandon didn’t even see the shape of a seed. He covered his nose and retreated, resisting the urge to vomit, and walked to the last room.