Thousands of miles of red land, like burning.

As the unknown thing approached, along the road, the blazing intensified, not only the grass and trees withered, but even the rocks could not stand it, and they cracked one after another, shattering the ground. The only strange thing is that the stone stream on the edge of the canyon is still gurgling, and there is no sign of water evaporation.

In the next moment, the thing was already in the canyon.

Before Wang Ruoli could see what it was, he saw the ice in the valley that turned into the body of the frost python, and the python suddenly froze, and was torn in two before it could let out a painful snort. The thing grabbed two pythons and sucked them on their stomachs at the break.

What was shocking was that within a few breaths, the huge python quickly dried up, and all the blood was sucked dry.

Taking advantage of these few breaths, Wang Ruoli finally saw the face of this thing clearly, only to see that the other party was draped in hair, burly, more than one zhang high, and a rich and continuous dead air, through the burning breath, rushed to the face, straight to the heart, and within a radius of several miles, it was full of boiling qi wandering, wherever he went, he exhausted.

Under the scanning of the divine sense, it can be found that this is a corpse, but the strength of this corpse is extremely strong, so strong that it has violated common sense and rules. Normally, corpses are all cultivators under the spirit realm, even if the blood corpses and flying corpses with strong strength are at most the level of the Dan Yuan Sanhua. However, the corpse in front of him, I don't know how long it has been dead, I don't know how long it has been a corpse, it has developed to this level, the corpse qi is monstrous, shocking and scorching, not only different from ordinary corpses, but also the strength is far beyond the scope of spiritual power, even the overflowing qi can make the cultivators under the spiritual realm directly turn into ashes.

Everything in the world has rules and order, there can be routines and variables, but unfortunately there is no eternity. This corpse is a living example, it is an outlier in the Ming Holy Mausoleum, I don't know how many years of dead air invasion, I don't know how many times the corpse has been infected, this is the corpse in front of me now, it is called the drought fish, from the cool flame, and finally the fire ends.

Seeing the Frost Python Demon King Bi Bing, he was torn into two pieces by the drought without any backhand, sucking up the blood and dying. The dragon arrogant god over there panicked, knowing that the drought was too powerful to match, and retreated again and again, but he didn't dare to retreat too fast, for fear that this sound would attract the attention of the drought fish. Long Aotian's forehead was full of beads of sweat, and he didn't know if it was sweat from the scorching breath of the drought, or cold sweat from fear.

Although the drought is strong, it still belongs to the category of corpses after all, and has not metamorphosed into a zombie, has not formed its own independent consciousness, and some are just instinctively seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and eating the weak and the strong. After sucking the blood, the dartfish turned his head, sniffed, and then dropped the shriveled python and strode towards Long Aotian.

With its sitting and waiting to die, it is better to start first, Long Aotian saw that the drought was near, how dare he delay, immediately raised his hand, launched a palm, only to see the palm power to the sky, surging upward, looking into a dragon-shaped giant palm, the dragon chanted in bursts, Long Wei Xuanxuan, the fierce momentum filled the entire sky, emitting a dazzling and dazzling glow, and couldn't help but make people dare not look directly, and couldn't help but make people awe-inspired.

Long Aotian poured out his spiritual power, and the palm power that suddenly rose out was the strongest mastery that the Long family had never passed on, the dragon palm.

Long Aotian's heart was originally a little uneasy, and he was anxious about the unpredictable speed of the drought, but looking at the power of the dragon palm, he turned into a nine-day dragon and struck at the dragon with a majestic voice, and the drought fish did not dodge or dodge, and met the dragon palm power with one head. Long Aotian was not secretly happy in his heart, sure enough, a beast is a beast, he can't think, he doesn't know how to dodge, and he was hit by a dragon palm that he was so confident about, no matter what kind of zombie or moth drought you have, all of them will be wiped out.

However, the result was unexpected, I saw Long Aotian's amazing power of descending dragon palm force hit the drought, as if the wind was blowing the grass low, it was not painful, it was just a soft wisp of Xu wind, gently brushing the drought's scattered hair.

Long Aotian was dumbfounded.

In another moment, the drought came to Long Aotian and slapped him casually.

Long Aotian's pupils dilated, and when he saw that the slap of the drought was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, he was very anxious in his heart, and wanted to dodge it, but the son was motionless, so he could only let the wide slap of the drought fish and slap it on the head. With a "flutter", Long Aotian's entire head was like a blooming firework, exploding and turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The headless corpse trembled in the crimson blood mist, staggering and falling forward. The tall body of the drought fish, like a demon king in the world, strode out of the blood mist, grabbed the headless corpse that was about to fall to the ground, bent down on the neck of the headless corpse, and sucked up the blood gushing out.

Although he has a preliminary understanding of the strong strength of the drought fish, but at this time, when he saw the dignified Lingjun powerhouse, he was slapped to death by the drought fish with a palm of his hand, which was easier than slapping an ant to death, Wang Ruoli was so shocked that his mouth was about to fall, and what was even more terrifying was that with the death of Bi Bing and Long Aotian one after another, I am afraid that it would be his turn and Mei Shuying's turn next.

Mei Shuying was also shocked, leaning on Wang Ruoli's back, and unconsciously grabbed Wang Ruoli's arm with both hands.

The drought, sucking the blood slowly and methodically, sucking it with relish, seemed to be more interested in human blood. As the drought's blood sucked, the blood of the headless corpse faded, the skin decayed, and quickly dried up, gradually scorching black, and turning into dry charcoal.

After sucking the blood, he threw away the headless corpse that was not human, and turned his head to look at Wang Ruoli and Mei Shuying, who looked like withered eyes, there was no sense at all, only a long-lost bloodthirsty madness, just like a cat seeing a fish and a dog seeing.

Seeing the death of Long Aotian and the others just now, Wang Ruoli deduced that the drought would probably come to the two of them in the next moment, and he definitely couldn't stand still, so he immediately took Mei Shuying, teleported out, raised his hand to make a move, and the red maple condensed into the air, "Ride the maple to break the attack", and stabbed down towards the position he had just had.

Wang Ruoli's hair is half white, and he comes up directly to the desperate moves of the red maple technique, the sword rises, the sword falls, and the falling red maple turns into a sword breaking red maple sword dance, just like a red butterfly dancing with the wind, hiding the sword in the dance.

Wang Ruoli's Chengfeng Breaking Attack had just been hit, and the Drought Devil really appeared where Wang Ruoli was just standing, and just fell head-on into the attack of the Red Maple Sword Move.

However, although Wang Ruoli's calculations and attacks were just right, the results were heart-wrenching. Wang Ruoli's strongest attacking sword of Chengfeng Breaking was still like a breeze, gently hitting the dry fish's face, blowing its hair, and floating backwards.

Seeing that the attack was fruitless, Wang Ruoli knew that he couldn't hurt the drought at all, and if he had to fight hard, Long Aotian, who had been shot in the head before, would definitely be his end. So, he pulled Mei Shuying, didn't say a word, swept back, and plunged into the stone stream.

From the appearance of the drought fish to the present, Wang Ruoli has been paying careful attention to the surrounding environment, so he has a little guess in his heart that the stone stream can be under the scorching breath of the drought fish, and there is no way to retreat at this time, so he can only make a desperate bet and take Mei Shuying into the stone stream with him, seeking a glimmer of life.

However, Wang Ruoli and Mei Shuying, who fled into the stone stream in a hurry, didn't notice that the drought was attacked by Wang Ruoli's red maple, and although they were unharmed, they stopped, and their faces showed a bit of trance and confusion.

"Yuan ...... Yuanye's breath ...... "The hair of the drought fish fluttered, and a flash of brilliance seemed to flash in the cloudy eyes, but it quickly regained its confusion, and only muttered at the corner of his mouth, "Yuanye...... What is Motoha......

Unfortunately, no one heard the whispering of the drought.