The three of them stared at the surface of the water in fear, the deepest part of this waterway was only two meters, where could the rammed cargo go?

"The place where Erzhu is blocked is so narrow, it is impossible for that ghost thing to squeeze in, it must have another way, like a loach, it will make a dark hole and come out of another hole at any time." Fang Yan and Qin Shuang gathered together back to back, their arms outstretched, and they were extremely alert.

But the two waited for a long time and didn't see any fluctuations in the nearby water, but Erzhu finally broke free from the crack with the hydra, approached the two nervously, and looked back, this waterway is in the shape of a sharp gourd, and the place where it was just stuck is the central axis of the gourd.

"Why is there no movement? Already dead? ”

"It didn't drill a dark hole, it was always there." Fang Yan's eyes were like eagle falcons, and the strong light of the Divine Fire Flashlight was fixed on the surface of the water where the tank's duckbill sank, and sure enough, after a while, a white and tender belly surfaced faintly.

It died peacefully, its limbs stretched out relaxedly, its head tilted, its huge duckbill tilted to one side, its eyes round and red, and its sturdy Zhong Kui sideburns still firmly bound to the front of the duck's beak, locking up all its resentment throughout the suffocation process.

Qin Shuang was quite satisfied with this result, and walked through the narrow rock wall interlayer, "I'll take a look." ”

"Don't!" Fang Yan suddenly shouted to stop her steps.

"What's wrong?" Qin Shuang raised half of the willow eyebrows.

"It's a bit of a problem." Fang Yan didn't explain too much about the reaction of the evil spirit key in his arms, but followed closely with anxiety, "Do you have to get close to get it back?" ”

He knew that Qin Shuang would not be interested in the corpse of the tank duckbill, and she obviously wanted to take back Zhong Kui's sideburns.

"Within two meters."

Qin Shuang took two more steps forward, calculated the distance, and with a skillful wave of his hand, he showed the slender fingers that were wrapped around his temples before, and the fingertips danced the notes, as if he was playing an invisible bunch of strings out of thin air, pinching out a tedious fingering.

As soon as the fingering came out, the tenacious Zhong Kui's sideburns immediately responded to this mysterious energy, and with a whoosh, it fell off the dead duck's beak and turned into a long beard, which circled back between Qin Shuang's fingers in the blink of an eye.

The sideburns returned his hand, the whole process was very smooth, but the evil key was still beating, Fang Yan stared at the giant beast floating corpse in the distance, and always felt that something was wrong.

Until the barrage suddenly broke out like crazy:

[Run! 】

[Run! 】

[Be careful! It's not dead yet! 】

[You've been pretending to be dead? 】

There are more than 200 pairs of eyes watching together, and no trace of wind and grass in the vicinity can escape.

"Click~Titicaca......"

The duckbill of the tank suddenly tricked the corpse, rolled over, gasped for breath, and its long scarlet tongue churned and stirred, emitting a foul smell.

The eyeballs that it had been pretending to burst out of their eyes retracted cunningly, reverting to the eyes of a thief, not to mention how insidious.

"Master is right, a hundred years to become a demon, a thousand years to become a spirit. This is a real thing! ”

Fang Yan's eyes were sharp, and he caught the root of the tongue of this ramming thing at a glance - there was a square-headed key more than a foot long, and the light was too poor to see what material it was.

But the key was chained to the base of its tongue by the ancients with refined chains, and the base of the tongue was pierced through two holes, and the wound had long since healed, but the shackles were closed forever.

No one knows, how many years did this cruel tie last?

The audience was frightened, but Fang Yan and Qin Shuang rose to the challenge, fighting back and forth between the waterfronts.

With the experience of the past, this time the tank duckbill will never get closer to Qin Shuang, and most of her body will always be underwater, and she will not have the slightest chance to apply a lock sleeve to her body closely.

Fang Yan's sect mastered the "Ten Thousand Duanshou" is actually not proficient, and he has not yet practiced the realm of "tearing zongzi", and the previous evil emperor's easy hand-torn scale armor actually secretly used other evil sects, Fang Yan was willing to bow to this.

In the voice channel, Jin Sanshi and Lin Yuanshan kept reminding: "It seems that the previous inference was wrong, the purpose of the burial beast pit is not only to sacrifice the gods in their eyes, but also to serve as a feed factory." ”

"Xiao Fang, I know you have some skills, but don't be hard with it, just hide if you can. This time the mission has been exceeded, and the top priority is to return safely. ”

"Fang Yan, you can't do it, if the fat man and I followed you down, I would have beaten down the platypus monster a long time ago." Lin Fatzi habitually mocked.

Xiao Nizi also added stupidly, "I don't care, my Minions are still with you, you have to bring them back to me." ”

Fang Yan originally had some follow-up thoughts about this thief-headed platypus, but when he saw the two seniors speak, he had no choice but to pull Qin Shuang through the narrow central axis of the gourd waterway and retreat to Er Zhu's side, while the cunning platypus knew that he couldn't squeeze in, so he was not in a hurry, so he directly repeated his old trick and plunged into the water.

This time there was a clear stirring in the depths of the earth, and it was the duckbill that found a silted hole with precision, and used its shovel-like beak and sharp hooks to dig the hole with all its might.

Seeing that most of its body had already penetrated into the dark hole, Fang Yan decisively ordered, "Withdraw first, this thief is not so easy to kill." ”

Although the situation is critical, the audience is not abandoned. The hydra did not remove it after all, not only did he not untie the lock, but Er Zhu did not forget to fasten the lock a few points while running in the treading water. This is the original version of Hydra 1.0, and it is very commemorative, so you can't lose it.

There are chasing soldiers behind, and in front of it is a winding waterway, to this boundary, the terrain gradually flattened, the waterway was divided into two, evolving into a wide "moat", Fang Yan knew in his heart, the nine-story demon building, I am afraid that there are not a few steps.

The audience's perspective shook up and down as the anchor ran all the way, full of substitution, and while nervous, they were all squirting anger wildly:

[This monster has lived to a fine life, and he still knows how to cheat death? 】

[The IQ of this BOSS, I serve] [I was overshadowed by the BOSS] [Hey, it's hard to control it again]

[Its acting skills of pretending to be dead are so realistic, so patient. 】

[I'm so angry, my family's frost was almost pitted] [The ministers are powerless, I hope the king will forgive the sin]

[Before he died, his roommate wanted to know how many years this thing had lived?] 】

[Did any of you see something in its mouth?] [I saw it, it seems to have an oversized key]

[I also saw it, what a big key]

……

[Look, there's a door in front]

[It's finally here]

[This is the door on the first floor of the nine-story demon building? 】

……

Some of the audience's VR perspective is cut relatively forward, and the first to find that not far away is a circular convex blue brick barrier, which extends wide left and right, and it is difficult to visually detect within the VR field of vision, but the green brick material of this ring barrier is somewhat familiar, like the inner wall of the red brick ghost kiln seen before.

[It should be the upper three floors]

[I feel like it's the third layer]

Combined with the theory of "the nine-story demon tower is plagiarism" analyzed by Yan not long ago, some intelligent viewers have already guessed the end point of this long waterway, which should be one of the three floors above the nine-story demon tower.

Titicaca...... Quack Quack ......

Titicaka Quack......

The closer to the end of the waterway, the deeper the waterway became, and the water could not be shaken off the water, and the efficiency of the tank's duckbill hole was far greater than one might think, and after drilling out of the hole, it turned to swimming quietly, more than three times faster than when it splashed violently.

Like a tuna, it is moving forward with a sharp iron mouth, breaking through layers of water waves.