"Dry?" the fat man was curious, "Is it a zombie that is more powerful than the one we encountered before?"

"Yes," Nanfeng nodded, "But Zhang Luoyun only relied on corpse poison to prolong his life, not a zombie, let alone a bone, okay, you guys go back, we're leaving." ”

Although the fat man was curious, he couldn't continue to follow, so he could only nod goodbye to Nanfeng and Yuan Anning like everyone else.

Miao Jiang was not far from the Orc Valley where Hua Thorn was located, and Nanfeng chose the Orc Valley as the place to teleport.

Because of the previous battle with the Queen Mother of the West, the current Orc Valley has been reduced to a ruin, the cold wind is blowing, the autumn leaves are scattered, and it is a dilapidated and bleak scene.

Seeing that Nanfeng was stunned, Yuan Anning guessed that he was touching the scene, and reached out to shake him, speechless and relieved.

The south wind felt it, turned his head back to smile, turned to condense the auspicious clouds, supported Yuan Anning to rise from the ground, and the two of them rode the auspicious clouds to the northwest.

"After all these days, can you gain anything?" asked Yuan Anning softly.

"It's fine. Nanfeng said casually, and then asked rhetorically, "What happened to the presumption of the law of the Three Realms?"

"It's going well, it's already taking shape, and there are still some details that need to be worked out. Yuan Anning replied.

"Thank you. Nanfeng said.

Yuan Anning smiled and waved his hand, "What kind of existence is the thousand-year-old drought fish you are talking about?"

"To put it bluntly, the drought is a zombie into a spirit," Nanfeng explained, "Cultivation is similar to the earth immortal, it is no longer a zombie, it can be transformed into a human form, no different from a human being." At present, the clues I have are provided by others, and the one who provides this clue is a monk from the south of the country, who has followed his master to travel all over the world in his early years, by chance, he found the mariculus from a cottage in Miaojiang, the cottage is not big, but hundreds of people, the marido is the patriarch of the cottage, according to the monk who traveled to the side, the mariculus has not killed and harmed the world, but has been guarding his own people, has been thousands of years, very respected and loved by the clansmen. ”

Hearing Nanfeng's words, Yuan Anning was surprised, she had been bitten by a zombie back then, and in her impression, the zombie was insane, bloodthirsty and easy to kill, like what Nanfeng said, this situation is extremely rare.

Suspicious, he asked, "What do the droughts feed on?"

"Although the drought is different from ordinary zombies, it still can't get rid of its blood-sucking nature," Nanfeng said, "She still feeds on blood for a living, and on weekdays, her people will take the initiative to cut their wrists and bleed and make offerings." ”

"She?" asked Yuan Anning, who was pronounced differently at this time.

"That drought is a woman, Miao Jiang is different from Middle Earth, it is mostly a matrilineal group, and the patriarch is mostly a woman. Nanfeng said.

Yuan Anning is not a fat person, and rarely takes the initiative to ask, because she knows that if Nanfeng wants to say, she doesn't have to wait for her to ask.

Sure enough, after a short pause, Nanfeng said again, "The monk who provided the clue is in the clouds, and he followed the master to that cottage more than ten years ago, and he hasn't been there since, and I don't know if the drought is still there after many years." ”

Nanfeng said, Yuan Anning nodded slowly, she knew the details of the gambling contract between Nanfeng and Da Luo Jinxian, compared with Da Luo Jin Xian, it was more difficult for Nanfeng to choose people to participate in the war, and the people selected by Da Luo Jin Xian would not be promoted to Da Luo even if they won, and would only get other rewards other than Da Luo Jin Xian, so when choosing people, Da Luo Jin Xian's side only needs to select those people with strong spells and superb skills to participate in the battle, as for the conduct and morality, it only needs to be passable.

But the south wind does not succeed, once the person he chooses to participate in the war wins, he will be directly promoted to the position of Da Luo Jin Xian, so when choosing people, he needs to take both force and character, which invisibly increases a lot of difficulty for him, and it is good to say that there is no shortage of pure and good people, but the yin soul and yin matter are extremely difficult, because it seems that this kind of yin exists, and the character is often feminine and evil.

The idea of gambling with Da Luo Jinxian was reached by her and Zhuge Chanjuan, to put it bluntly, this matter was her and Zhuge Chanjuan's idea, and she only thought that it was the fairest thing to do, but she ignored the difficulty of doing so.

Thinking of this, Yuan Anning felt guilty, tilted his head to look at Nanfeng, and saw that his expression was calm, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

Nanfeng was watching the breath from a distance at this time, but out of the corner of his eye, he still noticed that Yuan Anning was looking at him, and also saw the guilt between Yuan Anning's eyebrows, and guessed what she was thinking, so he said with relief, "Time is very abundant, the world is big, and you can always find someone who is suitable." ”

"You've suffered. Yuan Anning said softly.

"What is the suffering, if you want to get more, you must pay more. Nanfeng said casually.

Yuan Anning was puzzled, looking at him suspiciously, Nanfeng said, "The nine heavenly books are all obtained by me, in fact, my mission and destination are already very clear. ”

Yuan Anning seems to understand whether he understands or not.

Nanfeng reminded with a smile, "There are only three people who have participated in the Nine Heavenly Books, what kind of existence are they now?"

Yuan Anning understood, only the Sanqing Patriarch is the only one who participates in the nine volumes of the Heavenly Book, if Nanfeng is full of the Heavenly Book, the result will be the same as the Sanqing Patriarch, knowing the past life and the present life, the prophet and the future, will become a transcendent and selfless existence, will become an eternal and unchanging existence, there is life before death, there is no death, there is no death, there is no life, there is no existence, there is no existence, there is no existence, there is really at that time, he will always be, and he will always be there.

The south wind soared forward, and at the same time, Yu Yu said, "If I do my best to participate in the Nine Heavenly Books, I will be able to complete what I want to do in a single move, but the price I pay is to leave you forever and become a Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal that you can't understand, the reason why I have been procrastinating and not comprehending the last piece of the Tortoiseshell Heavenly Book is that I don't want to leave you, the Nine Horses Driving the Wheel must be easy, but I am now the Eight Horse Driving Wheel, and the hard work is naturally inevitable." ”

Yuan Anning wanted to answer, but he didn't know what to say, in fact, it was not only Nanfeng, her heart had also been apprehensive, Nanfeng's mind increased greatly after comprehending the eight heavenly books, almost lost his confusion, and his mood became more and more calm, he knew what others were thinking, but it was difficult for others to understand some of his thoughts.

"Eight horses are enough to carry a load?" asked Yuan Anning softly.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" asked Nanfeng with a smile.

"You say. Yuan Anning spoke with a trill.

"If the eight horses are enough, there is no need to place the ninth pair of saddles on the carriage, if it is released, it will not be possible to have eight horses," Nanfeng said with a smile, "I am very worried that no matter how hard I try, I will not be able to escape the influence of the Heavenly Dao in the end, I can only do my best, and the result can only be left to fate." ”

Yuan Anning smiled back, but deep down she wanted to cry, sometimes she didn't have to carry a weight to go far, because the deadline had been set, the eighth day of the first month of the next year.

"The breath of the drought is still there, two hundred miles away. Nanfeng frowned.

Seeing that Nanfeng's expression was different, Yuan Anning asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"In addition to the drought, there is also the aura of a Da Luo Jin Immortal hidden there," Nanfeng smiled, "Interesting, let's meet......"