The string in Fang Guiyuan's mind is now tight, and the face that is used to being hippie and smiling has lost its former relaxation, and his face is serious and even black, which shows the demeanor of the master of the cultivation world, "Guiyuan Zhenren".

The green tendons in the corners of his forehead couldn't help but burst out, and Fang Guiyuan was even more careful.

I didn't feel anything when I came during the day, and I didn't feel anything when I was talking to the old men in the house just now, but now I ...... Fang Guiyuan deeply felt a heavy sense of oppression from the desert.

This feeling is not because of how big a gap there is between him and the newborn Drought Fish, but because as the only one between heaven and earth, whether it is good or evil, the Heavenly Dao will always give some sense when it is born, and with Fang Guiyuan's strength, it will naturally feel it.

And when Lu was officially formed, it was also the time when it was closest to the Heavenly Dao, and Fang Guiyuan was officially disturbed and suppressed by this force from the "Heavenly Dao"!

After a while, the force disappeared.

Fang Guiyuan eased up, and still regretted a little in his heart why he didn't think of the truth of the matter earlier, if he knew it earlier, he would always be able to think of a way to deal with it - he focused on cultivating the way of magic, and the many magic weapons in his hands generally had no attack power, and he couldn't completely urge it at the level of the Huangliang pillow book, and now in addition to a sword he held when he traveled by himself, there were only a few things like dust left......

In other words, he may have to play hand-to-hand combat with the dazmo who may have the strongest body in the world?!

Why didn't he call Chen Jiu over!

It's better to borrow his bastard Aya to act as a "body armor"!

Fang Guiyuan frowned and was annoyed, but he also let go and scanned the desert below him.

Although there are a lot of dried corpses, once they are distributed in the desert, the density is smaller, and the dried corpses are brittle and their strength is not great, Fang Guiyuan is not worried-isn't there still Amus!

The top priority now is to find out that drought, otherwise he is in the light, it is in the dark, Fang Guiyuan is not prepared, he really has to be careful.

Alas, if he really can't beat that guy, he will flash people, Fang Dao Chang is such a crispy mage, it is better to stay away from things like berserkers, and call Chen Jiu over to deal with it.

And it was expected that the drought had just been cultivated, so he must still need to get used to it for a while, and he had time to do it.

Let's go to the excavation site of the ancient tomb first, maybe the drought is there, and besides, there are a large group of ordinary people who rushed over to excavate, and it is not a matter for Fang Guiyuan not to take a look.

When I flew to the excavation site, there were still a few lights flashing in the makeshift greenhouse, and there were many people who were busy.

Fang Guiyuan checked the inside and outside of the greenhouse, and found no trace of those walking corpses, and he didn't want to disturb their work, after all, the Tao is not good now, even if he can see a few ghosts, even if he is lucky, if he jumps out like this, he doesn't know how many snoops he will provoke......

It's better to keep a low profile.

Fang Guiyuan stretched out his hand and made a few strokes on the greenhouse, and arranged a formation for them to block the outside world, ensuring that they would not be harassed by the corpse and could concentrate on their work, and then left.

The marble isn't here.

So where is it?

Fang Guiyuan felt a little headache.

He originally thought that the drought was the Liang Zhao nobleman nine times out of ten, and it was estimated that he was born around the ancient tomb, after all, those dignitaries and dignitaries in the past attached great importance to the things behind them, and they had to choose a good one for themselves no matter how they chose the cemetery.

And as long as it is a treasure of feng shui, whether it is used as a house for the living or a grave for the dead, it is always a little used, so at this glance, the possibility of drought in this place is indeed high.

But Fang Guiyuan didn't find it!

Could it be that as soon as it comes out, it has a high IQ and will hide?

After finding the sunrise in the middle of the night, Fang Guiyuan still didn't find the shadow of the drought, so he simply gave up, regardless of the heat on the ground, and sat down directly and began to dig out things to prepare.

He and the dartle are always going to face each other, and when the time comes, I don't know whether to fight or come to the tea party calmly, so it's better to prepare something first.

The corpses were not very lethal, and the desert was sparsely populated, and it was dark at night, so it was not easy for people to see them, and many of them wandered around, and at dawn they burrowed back into the sand by themselves, and the rest of the part was pressed into by Amus. Among them, the few who had the intent to attack, before they could stretch out their claws, the Fang Dao Commander quickly dismembered them.

By noon, Fang Guiyuan's face was not visible, but in fact, he had already prepared himself with full armament, and he was sitting on the sand looking at the scenery, and he felt an extremely powerful aura.

Fang Guiyuan raised his head again.

How is it in the southwest of that tomb?

But no one will go to that land at all, and if there is a disturbance, there is no need to worry about being seen.

As soon as he thought about it, Fang Guiyuan immediately flew to the place he sensed.

As soon as his feet landed, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him, so fast that it was difficult for the human eye to catch.

Fortunately, although Fang Guiyuan has been lazy for two hundred years, he still has the ability, and he moved away with a dodge, and at the same time, a black rope appeared in his hand with one hand.

The rope has its own magical powers, and he didn't need Fang Guiyuan's order at all, so he rushed over, wanting to tie up the drought that suddenly appeared.

The dartfish had just been transformed last night, and there were still obvious zombie features on its body, with a blue face and white teeth, sparse hair on its head, and a noble costume that had been reduced to tatters.

It's a pity that even if the drought is not flexible enough because of its new identity, it is enough to deal with a rope. The rope had just turned around on him before he ripped it off, and it was torn off with a slight pull of both hands.

The torn rope fell to the ground staggeringly, probably knowing that he was not capable of dealing with that monster, so he reluctantly raised it and signaled to Fang Guiyuan, and then pretended to be dead on his stomach.

Daoist Fang: Bastard, I misread you!

Since that rope was no longer reliable, Fang Guiyuan and Drought Fish fought for a few rounds, and took advantage of the gap to find a big golden net.

The drought fish did not give up, probably because he had just entered a new state and his brain had not yet developed, so he grabbed people when he saw them, and swooped towards Fang Guiyuan menacingly.

Fang Dao Chang was not afraid of danger, and as soon as he threw the golden net in his hand, he completely covered the fool who pounced.

This gold net is here in Fang Daochang, and it can be regarded as a treasure to take out, and as soon as it appears, it really shows extraordinary, and it doesn't let go of the drought, and its performance is much better than the rope that only pretends to be dead!

The drought fish was covered by the net, and it didn't react much, probably feeling the strangeness on the skin, and stretched out its paws to touch the gold net.

Fang Guiyuan was fluttered by him for a while, the high-speed movement did make him a little breathless, and he was also relieved to look at the quiet appearance of the drought.

But before he could finish his breath, he saw that the darthorn's hand was about to tear the golden net apart.

The golden net also understood that this thing could not be trapped by himself, and in the vain of all his efforts, he gave up, and as soon as the whole net was soft and the grid was loosened, the drought fish came out of the grid.

Then it also sneakily slipped on the edge of the companion's rope and followed and played dead.

Fang Guiyuan: What kind of things do I have here!