The dark path can no longer continue to degenerate and drag down the ink rain, and the descendant Huang cheered up with some reflection, and the effort to hold the book was no longer distracted.

The effect of calming down and reading the book can only be said to be barely improvised, and when the Ni Yao City full of Huang Chan lanterns appeared in the afterglow, she had already memorized the part that treated herself.

As for the part related to the treatment of other immortal beasts, the descendant who rubbed his temples felt that his brain was about to explode, and he would definitely not be able to carry it for the time being.

"Fly east for a meal, and I'll owe you eleven meals." Commanding in the way of ink rain, Yi Huang Xiang put a piece of ink rain feathers into the medical book that he hadn't finished reading, and put it in the infinite bag.

"Gah!" Mo Yu, who had been plucked out of the feather, screamed a little painfully, and quickly confirmed which side was Donghou, and it looked at the face of the meal, and it was rare to fly over without a mouthful.

Seeing that she was about to find the village, Yihuang lay on Mo Yu's back in a brisk mood, and her hands touched Mo Yu's smooth and slightly cool back feathers, she tilted her head sideways, carefully looking ahead.

Unexpectedly, everything went smoothly than she imagined, and before she flew forty miles, she saw the barren land that she had been thinking about for a long time.

The dry soil in front of her made Yi Huang secretly happy in her heart, and she couldn't help but sigh that these two people were worth saving, and fortunately, Meng Rin really knew here, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to go back to them to settle accounts with such a long distance.

Looking down at the ground, the land was much larger than she thought, surrounded by rich mountains and forests with green mountains and green waters, but here, it was an abrupt yellow-brown.

The deep concave road that was cracked and disconnected, from the air, looked like a huge net, dark and oppressive with a dead air.

"Let's just leave it here." Randomly pointed out a location for Mo Yu, she planned to get closer to see the land.

After the ink rain dissipated and returned to the primordial spirit, the descendant carefully looked at the dry and decaying trees, and when she had an idea, she chose a good direction and began to study as she walked.

As she walked around, she found no information about the Thorn Molten Fruit, and the only feeling was that the drought here had been so long that the villagers who burned her to death should not have existed.

The evacuation of these villagers made Yi Huang feel a little pity, after all, while taking revenge a little, she also wanted to ask them where she found the burning rope.

Raising his hand, he summoned Mo Yu out, and in return for a meal, Mo Yu agreed to help find the villagers from the air.

Seeing away the foodie Mo Yu, the descendant Huang intently sensed as he walked, but except for the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds, there was only the sound of dry branches rubbing against each other, and the air was clean without any vision.

Such a result made her wonder if the thorn melt fruit had already been picked away? However, this is not easy to do, and although the fruit takes a long time to ripen, it will always produce a large number of fruits.

If one wanted to take them all, one would have to have a huge Infinity Bag, or several huge twenty-two-wheeled trucks, and then they would have to eat them all in twelve hours.

Even if an immortal beast eats something like this, it will hurt uncomfortably, and only the crazy one will eat it all-you-can-eat.

"Gah!" The ink rain that quickly turned around, very confidently let the descendant come up quickly, shaking its wings, it looked like it was finished early.

Riding on the ink rain, she was soon taken to a small village, and looking at the somewhat familiar thatched hut in front of her, she could be sure that this was the place where she had died once.

"Gaha!"

"Got it, twelve." Putting back the ink rain that was circling around his legs, Yihuang planned to go to the house to take a look, although he was not sure, but he might be able to find some useful clues.

After a few casual turns, she became more and more thoughtless in her heart.

Some of these houses have even collapsed tables, while others are spotless, as if there are still people in the morning, such a contrast, it can be seen that although the number of villagers has decreased, they have not completely evacuated.

More than 20 years have passed since then, and there are still people here who are sticking to it, and to stay in such a small village where it is difficult to eat, how much do the villagers have to be nostalgic for the old?

What kind of feelings support them? In other words, no matter how strong the willpower is, then they always have to eat, what do they eat? Do you eat dirt? Or cannibalism?

Well, even if it's really eating each other, there are a total of more than 100 people, and they should have eaten all these years, right?! Is this a filming set that walks into science?!

sighed and touched the smooth bed edge, the soft gauze bed curtain was completely covered on it, and the tea bowls on the table were a little knocked upside down, but they were also neatly and cleanly buckled upside down on the small saucer.

Everything is so lively, but where have all these people gone? If it weren't for the extra smell of thorny molten fruit in the air in the village, the descendants would have wanted to give up.

However, the smell of the thorn melt fruit is a little strange, if you have to say it, it can only be regarded as something similar to the thorn melt fruit, the breath is faint, it is difficult to determine, and I don't know what it is.

Quietly searching for the scent, his eyes caught a glimpse of the basket under the window, where something strange was drying.

Curiously pinched up a small thing that was black as a whole, and there were four small feet on both sides that were not obvious, and in an instant, the descendant who reacted put the thing back in place with a scream.

Wailing in my heart, it seems that the villagers have begun to eat geckos with hunger, anyway, after shrinking the water, it can be so big, it doesn't seem to be a gecko, right? Aciba, where did they catch so many lizards!

So at this point in time, the villagers should all go to forage for food while the light is shining.

With a hairy heart rubbing her hands on her clothes, she left the room without looking at it much, and following the weak breath of the thorn molten fruit, she stepped on the dry and crunchy mud path.

As he got closer, the smell became stronger and stronger, although he didn't want to admit it, but it was really an appetizing taste, and he swallowed his saliva without any breath, and Yi Huang stared at the village chief's house, which was obviously the most imposing in the village.

I have to say that the village chief is worthy of being the chief leader of a village, and in this village where all thatched houses are made, only his house is made of wood.

Lifted the blue and white flag fluttering in the doorway, and with a little effort, she pulled the thin lock in half.

"Babble."

Before he could push the door, the door panel, which had lost its lock, had automatically opened into the house.

Secretly saying that it was time for them to give strength to the flexible door shaft, the phoenix stepped into the house, but saw an unimaginable scene.