I had visited with the Lookout technique on my way down, and there was a large area of man-made sand in the center of this underground ruin. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Because the sand is deflating, the yin qi here will be extremely strong, making the corpses of these expounders turn into zombies.

But the scorching yang energy appeared in the ground where the yin qi was extremely heavy at this time, which was completely inconsistent with the actual situation here! But the facts are in front of us, so there is only one reasonable explanation -- that flying corpse has become a drought fish!

The drought was born, the world was in drought, and the population was extinct within a radius of 100 miles!

According to the Qing Dynasty Yuan Meizhi's novel "Xuzi Bu Si", there are three kinds of droughts: "one is like a beast, and the other is a zombie, both of which can be drought and stop the wind and rain." However, the name of the drought on the top is "Ge", which is particularly harmful. It looks like a human and grows, there is a eye on the top of the head, it can eat dragons, and the rain master is afraid of it. "The drought, which the flying corpse turns into, is undoubtedly the second type.

The reason why I want to use this passage in "The Continuation of the Son" is because it has an important piece of information in it.

There are three types of marls, "one is changed by zombies", saying that the second type of marble is a zombie, not that the second type of marble is a zombie. In other words, the flying corpse that turns into a dartle is no longer a zombie in a sense, and the second type of dartch is an existence that evolved from a zombie but is beyond a zombie.

The strength of the drought can be seen!

Although theoretically the dartfish are no longer zombies, in my opinion zombies are zombies, just as for me people are people, not monkeys, as Darwin said. Now there are so many monkeys in the zoo, you let it be a monkey for me to see.

Of course, the most powerful drought king "Ge" is said to be able to devour dragons, and even the Heavenly Court Rain Master will fear it, which is probably many times stronger than the other two.

Let's get down to business.

The strength of the Drought Fish is definitely much better than that of the Flying Corpse. Although I haven't seen the drought, the scorching breath alone has made me and Qamdupa feel uneasy in our hearts.

Originally, after the appearance of the three flying corpses, those jumping corpses were frightened and retreated, but now as soon as the breath of the drought fish appeared, it directly swept here. A large number of jumping corpses were so frightened that they let out strange screams and fled in all directions.

The place was originally full of gloomy air, but now it was filled with the scorching smell of the drought, and the ground began to crack, and some of the flammable materials in the ruined walls and broken palaces actually burned into flames.

Even though Chamdupa and I have true qi to protect our bodies, we can't help but have a dry mouth.

At this time, the ground had been scorched by the breath of the drought, and the soil was rolled, and the scorching temperature even penetrated through the shoes, and the feet were slightly hot.

Even I felt like my airways were burning.

"Not good!" I suddenly remembered that Wang Dazhui was still lying on the ground, and hurriedly ran towards him and picked him up.

The clothes behind him are a little hot in everything. I think the drought is about to appear, and it is not a way to hold Wang Dafei like this, after all, I will have to deal with the drought fish for a while.

I looked left and right, found an open corner far away, and ran over with a sledgehammer in my arms. This guy is heavy, and I had a hard time walking with him in my arms.

Finally in that corner, I lowered his body, and in order to prevent him from being roasted by the smell of the drought, I laid a simple summer shelter around him.

As the name suggests, this summer retreat array is to resist the heat, it can be said to be a reduced version of the fire shelter array, the effect is much worse than the fire shelter array, it can only resist the heat of the heat, and the effective time is only half an hour, that is, an hour.

An hour may sound too short, but it's actually enough. Because if Chamdulpa and I fail to solve the drought in an hour, then I am afraid that the true qi will also be exhausted, and no matter how much time we have, it will be impossible to defeat the drought fish.

Further, if we can't get rid of the Drought Fish within an hour, then Chamdoba and I will not have a chance to survive at that time, and Wang Da Hammer will be a dead end.

After placing the sledgehammer, I walked back to Qamduba's side, picked up the Canglong Knife and grabbed it in my hand, and at the same time used my strength to absorb the meager spiritual energy in this underground space to restore the true qi I had consumed.

Originally, after Qamduba made a big hole in the ground, he released a large amount of yin qi, and although the breath of the drought was scorching, it also expelled the remaining yin qi from it, so that the air here and the outside world were circulated, so there was a little heaven and earth aura for me to recover.

I saw that Qamdupa was standing still, and I also reminded him to recover his true qi, and after he reacted, he also hurriedly used his skills to absorb the spiritual qi. Although a master like him has reached the point where the five internal organs are angry, even if he doesn't deliberately recover, the five internal organs will be born endlessly, but although the finch is small, the five internal organs are complete, and it is a little more to add.

Although the aura of heaven and earth here is much thinner than that of the outside world, it is better than nothing.

Time seemed to be getting fast, and it wasn't long before Chamduba and I absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and there was a slight fluctuation on the ground, which was human-like footsteps. The master of the footsteps is undoubtedly a drought.

"It's coming. "I felt the very regular slight fluctuations in the ground with my feet, and the corners of my lips lifted slightly.

Knowing that he couldn't absorb much heaven and earth aura at this time, Qamduba retreated and slowly opened his stance, preparing to fight.

I also stood with the dragon knife in my hand, waiting for the drought to appear.

A moment later, the ground shook suddenly, and the roof of a ruined palace in front of it suddenly collapsed, and a pair of white palms pierced the wall, tearing the entire wall to both sides, and a figure walked out of it.

This figure is not the sun but it is like the sun, and its body exudes a scorching light that makes it impossible to look at it.

This figure is undoubtedly the drought, the flying corpse of last night, except that it, oh no, should be called "he" more accurately. Last night, he still looked like a dried corpse, but now he has returned to his former appearance, and he looks like a normal person. The double bun on his head, with a large square face, a short beard under his chin, and the tattered robe on his body, strode towards us.

I don't know why, but when I saw the appearance of the drought fish clearly, I inexplicably gave birth to a feeling of déjà vu in my heart.

Watching the droughts come by, I had to fight with twelve points of spirit. Although his soul has been lost when he died, his thinking consciousness has been perfected, and his wisdom is not much different from that of a normal person. Moreover, since his consciousness is born in resentment and yin, he is much more evil than he was in life.

The marquin stopped when he was only about ten meters away from us, his eyes fixed on me, and he didn't move for a while.

Chamdupa and I both tensed up, sweat pouring out of our pores and wetting our clothes under the dual effect of nervousness and hot breath.

We were ready to respond to the attack of the Drought Fish at any time, but the Drought Fish did not go out, and kept their eyes on me, and I was horrified to see it.

I wouldn't be afraid of a frontal attack from the Drought Fish, but his eyes were so sharp that I didn't dare to look up at him at all, and I lost psychologically first.

I realized that if this situation continued, the situation would be very bad for us, so I raised my head and met the gaze of the drought.

Just for that moment, I felt a tingling pain in my eyes, as if I had been pricked by a needle, and I blinked involuntarily.

I secretly cheered myself up, my eyes widened to meet the gaze of the flying corpse, but the sweat on my body did not stop for a moment.

After staring at each other for a long time, the drought suddenly narrowed his glasses. I saw his eyes change, and his heart pounded.

I muttered to myself, "Damn, what the hell does this dwarf want to do? Why don't you do it?"

His gaze was so overwhelming to me that my spirit was about to be crushed.

The dwarf's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It turned out to be you!"

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, and muttered to myself, "What's the matter, does he recognize me?"

I hadn't seen him before, I hadn't even seen a zombie before I went to Tibet, so how could I have seen him? But judging from the expression of the drought, it should mean something else. Or maybe he recognized the wrong person, but it's a great possibility, because I really haven't met him.

The drought swooped down like a road steamroller, and the ground was cracked by the crack he guessed was a finger's width of the road, densely packed and criss-crossed, spreading like a spider's web. Both hands were clenched into tiger claws and grabbed, and the momentum was menacing.

He opened his mouth and roared angrily as he rushed over: "Hongjun Daoist, I want your life!"

The target of the drought fish is me, probably because I am easier to bully than Chamdopa. He's faster than the Flying Corpse stage. Frightened, I jerked backwards without hesitation, then swerved to the side, his claws swept across my nose.

I barely managed to stand on my feet, glad I had just turned around quickly enough to dodge his blow, otherwise I would have been unrecognizable by now.

Although I was frightened by the attack of the Drought Fish, I was even more curious about what he had just said—"Hongjun Daoist, I want your life!"

Hongjun Daoren is a character made up by Xu Zhonglin in "Romance of the Gods" and the teacher of Sanqing. In fact, the Daomen is the largest in the Sanqing, and there is no Hongjun Taoist.

But just now, Drought did mention the name of "Hongjun Daoren". Drought was a person in the teachings before his death, since he said it, it will definitely not be wrong, which also shows that Hongjun Daoist is not made up by Xu Zhonglin in the novel, but there is indeed a person.

However, judging from the hateful expression of the drought fish, Hongjun Daoist should be different from the one in the novel, not the teacher of Sanqing, otherwise the drought fish would not have such a big hatred.

But what puzzles me the most is, why does the drought call me Hongjun Daoist? Do I look alike to Hongjun Daoist?

There's so much of this that it's already making me feel more and more uneasy.

My heart is like a spring that has been poured into a large pile of stones, and it has become no longer peaceful......