Muscle Daddy has a peculiar way of probing the riverbed buried beneath the sand, casting a psionic crystal on the sand that can repeatedly stir up vibrations, and then detecting echoes to determine the direction of the riverbed.

Because the soil in the ancient riverbed was hard and completely different from the sand on the upper layer, the shock wave would bounce off the contact surface between the sand and the riverbed, and the rebounding shock wave would be heard by the man called the 'Giant Butcher' lying on the ground, and then the location of the riverbed could be known.

Al-Muhathir did not believe this set of arguments, although the seismic detection technology is very mature on earth, it is absolutely impossible to say that someone can hear the underground topographic map outlined by seismic waves just by hearing. Even if the body and feeling of the Atas were far stronger than that of ordinary earthlings, it would not be possible.

But no matter how much Muhati asked, Muscular Daddy didn't want to say more. And Aisha obviously does not have as much knowledge as Muhadi, and was stunned by the other party's statement, and completely believed it.

The group embarked on an adventure in this situation, with Muscle Daddy and his two male companions singing and riding the Grey Scaled Bird ahead of them. Muhadi, Aisha, and the beautiful woman known as "Mother Sledgehammer" followed on their own mounts.

The song that Muscle Daddy sings at this time is called "The Day Ali Was Hanged", which seems to be different from the fire songs of the elves, and the people in the city like these vulgar but closer to life songs.

For outsiders who have never been to the desert, the scene of the sand can be said to be almost static, always undulating dunes. But for al-Muhadi, a period of desert life has taught him how to observe the fallen desert grasses in the sand, and how to hide the poisonous insects in camouflage.

For Muhadi now, the desert has become much richer, and it is no longer the almost empty barrenness that he once saw as nothing.

But now he also realizes that there are many dangers in the desert, and there are all kinds of deadly monsters lurking in the sand, ready to tear your throat and drink your blood.

Monsters are rare on trade routes and near tribal settlements, while in more remote locations, any unexpected situation can occur.

The three of them, including Muscle Daddy, were grinning and didn't seem to care about being attacked at all. Muhathir felt that his life was precious, and he kept glancing at it vigilantly.

"Aha, Daddy, something is approaching!" the giant butcher listened to the ground for a moment, then suddenly jumped up with a scream, "a big group!"

The Muer people were now singing "6 girls take off their clothes", and they were suddenly interrupted, and they were in a bad mood, and they screamed, "What monster dares to disturb Lao Tzu?"

The monsters came as soon as they said they, and within a few dozen meters of the vicinity, a large area of sand rolled like boiling water, and a rickety figure stood up from the sand and answered the questions of the Moors in a voice of "whoop and whoop".

Desert Dry Corps!

This abominable monster was transformed by travelers in the desert who died of dehydration. They have an unusual hatred for the living, and will instinctively pursue them mercilessly. Although a single desert corpse is not a very dangerous opponent, once it is numerous, this kind of thing is more difficult than anything else.

Do you want to break through with the strength of your mount?' Muhadi thought to himself, but when he saw that Aisha was not moving, he dismissed the idea. Although Muhati himself will definitely not be able to deal with so many dried corpses, but looking at the appearance of the muscular daddy, he can handle it somewhat.

He definitely didn't expect that the muscle daddy would be so fierce.

The Moorish shouted like a thunderclap out of thin air, and he leaped down from the bird's back, and with a turn of his scimitar slashed two of the fast-moving corpses, swept his right leg and flipped another one, and then used his scimitar to split the fourth corpse in half from waist to shoulder.

He fought like a lion wielding a scimitar, and the big and ugly black iron scimitar almost became a symbol of death, and every swing, every slash, could easily knock a dried corpse to pieces. And the monster's bite, scratching, but not even the corners of his clothes.

The others did not show weakness, and the dagger boy and the giant butcher each faced a dried corpse, and the fight was impressive. Mother Sledgehammer was crushing the head of a dried corpse with a stone mallet in her hand.

Muhadi joined the fight, picking an opponent who looked particularly tall, the corpse still with tattered robes and loose hanging from it. His long, shrunken ears reveal that he was an elf in his lifetime.

Although the dry corpse was barehanded, it was incredibly powerful, and every punch and kick carried a strong wind. Muhadi is much petite in comparison, but his attacks are quick and direct, often hitting his opponent's weak points just right.

This is the power of psionic energy, although Muhadi is still just starting out on the spiritual path, and it is difficult to directly damage the opponent, but just the auxiliary effect of psionic energy is enough to benefit him a lot.

Before each shot, an indescribable intuition crossed Muhadi's mind, predicting exactly whether the attack would be dodged or hit.

Every time the opponent attacks, he can also have a premonition whether it will hit or deflect, and then make targeted defenses. A month ago, he would never be a match for this corpse monster, but now, he was at ease.

The tall elven corpse was forced back by him, and it was about to be defeated. At this time, another dried corpse approached, trying to attack with a mobile move.

In a flash of cold light, a dagger decorated with precious stones was plunged into the forehead of the comer, and immediately after, the scimitar cut off the head of the tall cadre.

This is Fatoumah's fighting style, with a scimitar in one hand and a dagger in the other, both steady and agile. The only weakness of this method of warfare is that the defense is not solid. Fatumah made up for it, while Muhadi relied on a hunch to win.

At this time, the situation had been almost cleared, and the muscle daddy had solved more than a dozen dried corpses alone, and Muhadi and the others were not bad, and each of them had eliminated three or four dried corpses.

The last few dry corpses gathered together and formed a defensive formation, which is very unusual, because the dry corpses have a very low intelligence and are very good at tactical cooperation, maybe these dry corpses were soldiers or something before they died.

Muhadi was just in time to deal with his fifth opponent and was about to attack, but he was surprised when a strange light suddenly came from behind him.

Aisha had barely shot in the previous fight, but at this moment, she was the center of attention on the battlefield.

A strange glow came out of her eyes, and a strange low sound sounded, and in Muhadi's psychic sense, Aisha seemed to be covered in light at this time.

The girl screamed softly, pushed forward with both hands, and an invisible force came out of nothing and rushed forward. Along the way, the taller sand piles were flattened, and the sand was cleared out of a trajectory that seemed to be compacted by a huge object. Dagger Boy and Mother Sledgehammer both turned their heads to watch the natural scene.

The surging psychic power concentrated the last few dried corpses gathered together, and the invisible power instantly tore through their ragged robes, followed by skin, muscles, and bones. In a matter of moments, they shattered, blew apart, and then re-reduced to a part of the sand.

"Psionic chick, well done!" Muscle Daddy clapped as he clipped the scimitar under his arm, "Worthy of someone who is destined to be my next ex-wife!"

Muhadi didn't say a word, but stood aside, not even listening to the muscular daddy's mouthy and Aisha's riposte. The scene of casting psionic energy just now seemed to open a valve in his heart, and many inexplicable things poured into his mind. Obviously a powerful psionic ability that he had never seen before, Muhathir strangely developed a feeling of déjà vu, but also out of place.

Even if he used all his body's self-control, the boy could only keep his face as usual, and did not lose his temper immediately.

However, the strange feeling of "I used to have this ability" has always haunted me and cannot be dissipated for a long time.

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