Not long after the dejected men and horses left, the five or six wolves, who were lying on the ground like mud, regained some of their mobility. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The physical recovery ability of the real person level definitely surpasses Xiaoqiang.

The physical body is not too big a problem under the repair of the remaining true elements in the body, but the dantian meridians are broken, and it won't take long for it to fall to the real level. This is really a big blow.

The five or six wolves slowly left in despair, and the lonely figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the Gobi.

After a long time, the bushes two miles away from here shook for a while, and Liao Yunqi, the small leader of the Xilai clan, came out with seven or eight pale subordinates.

Liao Yunqi was ordered by the big boss to come to "protect" Mr. Wen, preparing to jump out to stop Mr. Wen when he encountered the temptation of foreign forces.

But the truth made Liao Yunqi and his friends very depressed, Mr. Wen turned out to be a real-life master. The friends looked at the poisonous thousand-step crossbow in their hands and wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads.

Fortunately, Lu Buren and Song Yiyi and others came quickly, and Liao Yunqi and others never found a chance to make a move. Otherwise, an angry high-level real person who can pose five or six wolves at will definitely bring ruin to the entire Xilai clan.

Mr. Wen glanced at this side twice when he flew away, but fortunately he did not tear his face, and still promised to be willing to take action when the Xilai clan was in danger. Liao Yunqi couldn't help but praise in his heart: "A real person, it really deserves to be a superior existence, and his bearing is really magnificent." ”

There is no way, hurry back to Pubei Port to report the news. With the promise of the Wenzhen people, the Xilai clan will not be in much danger for a while.

As for the anger of the country of Nihon, I am afraid that the great teachers will not be able to deal with the real people, and whoever you love will go.

The news that Mr. Wen is a high-ranking real person spread throughout the western Gobi in the shortest possible time. All the forces died down. Although the income of the fortress is eye-catching, it has not yet reached the level of risking the lives of the whole family.

The walled cities and wandering forces in each checkpoint have received a message that it is strictly forbidden to have the slightest disrespect for a lone traveler with white hair and a green shirt.

But the message came and went, and many different versions appeared:

Who ordered Mr. Wen to wear only green shirts? What if he changed into a blue shirt, a green shirt, a yellow shirt, a red shirt, or a pink shirt? What if Mr. Wen was so low-key that he didn't wear a long shirt and a short coat, armor, or night clothes?

Besides, who ordered Mr. Wen to go alone, what if he got into the caravan, what if he moved with the wandering group, what if he ran into the mercenary group?

In short, Mr. Wen is returning to the east, as long as he is white-haired and goes to the east, northeast, and southeast, don't offend casually.

In this way, many old men who couldn't stay in the western Gobi and returned to the east were lucky enough to return to their hometowns, and the death rate was only one-tenth of that of others, which is also an additional story.

However, Gu Wen, who caused all this, is a little troubled at the moment.

It turns out that people's sense of direction is not very reliable. Especially on the vast and boundless Gobi.

During the day, the sun can barely discern the general direction. If there is no moon at night, the so-called nebula map is really not very reliable. Qingyun Continent also doesn't have any artifacts like GPS.

When the rainy season arrives after a few days of travel, and there are no stars and no moon day and night, Gu Wen is even more blind:

"Death Desert, Western Gobi, for Mao Autumn is still so much rain? In addition to weeds and shrubs, there is maroon sand and gravel on the Gobi, and there is not a single landmark scenery or landmark building. ”

In fact, Gu Wen said that it was wrong. You see, a few miles to the left, there is a six-star white bastion, conspicuous and clear enough, right?

It's a pity that more than ten miles away on the right, there is a white fortress of the same color, size and system;

Fifty miles ahead, the third and fourth fortresses of the same style appeared again.

"Standardized manufacturing and mass production are really the original sin. Gu Wen said in pieces:

"We want to advocate individuality, small-scale flexible manufacturing, C2M, and Industry 4.0. ”

Wander for days in a maze of white bastions with no personality.

Out of caution, Gu Wen didn't approach any of the fortresses. After all, I know very well what I designed.

Unless he has been in a state above the real person, with his low-level heroic level, elite low-level martial arts and professional mid-level combat awareness, within three kilometers, he is very likely to be killed by an ambush siege crossbow.

The defenders in the fortress were also nervous: "Ah Mao, there is another white-haired and green shirt outside, this time from the north." Isn't it true that this time I'm a Wenzhen? Shouldn't I have come from the west?"

"Whether it's or not, just don't offend. Ah Niu, hurry up and ask someone to send a batch of gold tickets and jewelry, food and water, beauties or something, pile them up ten miles away, and then raise the suspension bridge. It's easy to please God, but it's hard to send God. ”

"Okay, but Ah Mao, I heard that Mr. Wen has a unique taste, and he only likes strong women who are full of muscles, do you want to transfer a few cooks from the kitchen?"

"No, the chef's grade is too low, how can she give it to a real person, it's better to keep it for our own use. In this case, the beauty is forgotten, and only gold, silver, jewelry and food are sent. Go and go back!"

"Order!"

Looking at the few war horses galloping from the fortress in the drizzle, Gu Wengang was about to raise his voice to ask for directions.

Unexpectedly, the men jumped down from a distance, quickly spread a blanket, and piled boxes of gold and silver, and bags of water on the blanket. Then he bowed to Gu Wenyao, jumped on the war horse and ran away quickly.

Then the trumpets sounded on the fortress, the drawbridge was raised, the gates were closed, and the flags and drums fell silent. Precisely:

"The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and rain are closed in the lonely city. ”

Gu Wen couldn't smile bitterly, and it was not easy to refuse the kindness of others, so he stepped forward to collect the storage ring and put the drinking water in. But I don't want gold or silver, and I waved my robe sleeves and walked away.

After entering the Haojie level, he was full of anger, but he could keep the rain out of his clothes, at least his image remained good, and he would not be like a soup chicken.

Hurrying, coming and going. After more than ten days, the sky was covered with thick clouds and gloomy, but the autumn rain gradually stopped.

The fortress group also disappeared from sight, and only a desolate maroon Gobi was seen. Even dead grass and shrubs are extremely scarce, and small animals such as gerbils and hares are not seen. It felt dead silent.

If it were a poet, he might still be angry about this desolation. Of course, the truth may be that he usually only looks at a photograph. And Gu Wen was immersed, but he only felt depressed and helpless.

Gu Wen walked for a long time, and the yin qi in front of him seemed to become thicker.

This yin aura was different from the despair of the Death Desert before, which was completely intolerant of the world, and it was somewhat similar to the atmosphere of the wild burial hills, when ten wild burial hills were not comparable to what was in front of them.

Walking and walking, Gu Wen was shocked. According to the current situation, there can only be one explanation, that is, he has left the sphere of influence of the human race and entered the realm of mummies.

But after walking for so long, his spiritual sense did not warn of the danger at all, indicating that something must have blinded his six senses, making him ignorant, ignoring the obviously unusual situation in front of him.

Gu Wen quietly stopped and looked ahead. I saw a mummy appear ten meters ahead. Strangely, the mummy seemed to have been there all along, but it hadn't been discovered by Gu Wen before.

Looking at the past carefully, the mummies of the Qingyun Continent are still slightly different from the remains of the pharaohs of the Blue Star Ancient Egypt.

The mummy was a head taller than the average person, and his whole body was wrapped in a white shroud, like a large rice dumpling. The mummy had a shroud over its face, and its facial features could not be seen, but it did not seem to have soul fire in its eye sockets.

The only thing that was exposed was a pair of dark and shiny claws, the tips of which were completely like hooks, and they looked unusually sharp.

Mysterious runes loomed on the white shroud. The end of the shroud floated away from its body like several snake heads stretching and undulating in the air.

Mummies are really an uncomfortable thing from an aesthetic point of view.

Gu Wen's face was calm, and he quietly looked at this obviously extraordinary mummy.

Although through observation, this mummy did not break through the limit of heroes to reach the level of a real person. But Gu Wen didn't despise it, but his right hand seemed to stay on his chest inadvertently, gently touching the Black Dragon Emperor's eyes hanging on his chest, ready to trigger the Confitist Magic at any time.

The two faced each other quietly for a moment, and a dry voice sounded in Gu Wen's head:

"Gu Wen, you're finally here. (To be continued.) )