Weird World of Immortality

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The rain has stopped, and the air on the coconut palm **** is filled with dampness, with a faint smell of blood, and a thin stream of clear water flows down the slightly steep slope.

The death toll was quickly counted. A total of 67 people died in the three villages under the attack of the borer and the rain-blood moth.

Hearing this statistic, Sancun Martial Artist Talisman all fell silent.

"It's just that so few people died, this is already a good result." Liu Fushi from Yinfu Village rubbed his frowning eyebrows and said, "This time I have to thank Captain Zhou."

When Liu Fushi said this, he looked at Zhou Fan, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He was able to project such a lethal force from coconut trees. This explosive force was beyond his imagination.

The rest of the people also looked at Zhou Fan, and they thought about the same as Liu Fushi.

If it wasn't for Zhou Fan throwing coconut trees to fight back against the rain-blood moths, making those rain-blood moths fearful and giving them a chance to breathe, the consequences would have been even more serious.

Zhou Fan's power is beyond their imagination.

"This is my duty." Zhou Fan said calmly.

"Since the rain has stopped, then quickly pack up and go on the road, don't delay here." Huang Fu Shi said.

The rest of the people nodded in agreement.

The rain has already delayed a lot of time for the migration team. If it goes on like this, they will not be able to reach Chidao by the Jiwei River before dark. By then, they may need to spend the night in the non-Chidao field.

No one wants to spend the night in the wild outside the footpath, the risk is too great.

In order to set off as soon as possible, the dead can only be buried on the spot, pay homage in a hasty way, and then set off.

The migration team continued to walk through the coconut grove. Some cattle, horses and donkeys were killed by the rain-blood moth. Those carriages or donkeys could only be pushed and pulled by manpower, but fortunately there were enough manpower, which did not slow down the speed.

The real trouble is the dead members of the **** team. Among the dead, more than a dozen are members of the **** team from Sancun. The lack of team members makes the talisman warriors continue to forcibly recruit young and strong villagers to join the **** team. .

But these people are not trained, and in a hurry, they can only do simple tasks of maintaining order.

After the empty mountain and the new rain, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the hot sun reappeared.

There is a fresh breath everywhere, and the depressed and depressed atmosphere of the migration team is also slightly diluted by the new scenery after the rain.

In order to hurry, the migratory crowd had to speed up a lot. When the sun went down, they finally crossed half of the coconut palm **** and continued on the grass. Soon they saw a line of no more than three miles in the distance. A river that stretches down the length of the river.

When the river came back dozens of meters, there was a red-black path winding down with it. The path was only five feet wide and was paved with black gravel.

The black gravel is the Heiyang Stone Ruler Road, and that river is naturally the Jiwei River.

They finally arrived, and many people rarely showed smiles on their faces. They were the first difficulties in the wild.

The migratory team stepped into the footpath, and people felt that the sense of security had returned.

At the beginning or the end of the footpath, the migrating team stopped and camped.

The Weigu of Sancun stood on the ground for a moment. First, the fu masters went to check the river water here. After confirming that there was no problem, the people of Sancun began to get busy, chopping firewood and carrying water...

The smoke was rising, and the camp became lively and vibrant.

Zhou Fan patrolled around with a team of escorts and watched the scene quietly. He knew that people didn't forget those dead people and those sad things so quickly, but hid them in their hearts.

When it was time to start dinner, Xiao Liu came to call Zhou Fan, her smile had returned to her face, and she seemed to be fine.

After the meal, the warriors all gathered together in this spare time to discuss the next journey.

"We'll be able to finish this footpath in one more day's walk tomorrow. There shouldn't be a big problem tomorrow. The key is the white-haired grass the day after tomorrow!" Zhang Fushi of Mangniu Village said.

After tomorrow, they will once again set foot in the wilderness without a footpath. As long as they cross the white-haired grassland, there will be a footpath leading to the Burning Valley they want to reach!

"The white-haired grass shouldn't be a problem. I've walked there with people a few times before, and there's no such thing as a strange life in that place." Master Di Fu from Yinbu Village thought for a moment.

In the mouth of Di Fushi, the powerful ghosts refer to the ghosts above the blood tour. There are too many types of white tours and black tours. Walking in the wild will not consider white tours and black tours at all, because there may be white tours or black tours everywhere.

Some of the monsters above the blood tour like to run around, but some like to occupy a place and use it as their private domain. If someone or a powerful monster invades its domain, there will definitely be a battle until one party is expelled. or killed.

People's walking routes in the wild are to deliberately avoid areas that may be misunderstood as domains, and the same is true for the migration of migratory teams.

"The one of us who visited the white-haired grassland recently was Brother Song, but that was more than a year ago. No one can guarantee that the place will be occupied by some monster during this period of time." Yinbu Village Zhang Fushi shook his head.

"We can only go and see it first. If there are some intractable monsters occupying that place, then we can only take a detour."

"If you want to bypass the white-haired grass and proceed from another footpath, it will take another day."

Everyone was talking about it, most of the masters were talking, and Zhou Fan, the warriors of the low hills, occasionally interjected to say a few words.

After confirming the route again, the warriors separated and returned to their villages to prepare for the night.

Yuhi fell to the peaks, and the whole place became reddish.

As soon as Zhou Fan returned to the camp, Xiao Liu found him, and the black eyes under the slender Liu eyebrows looked at Zhou Fan.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Fan asked herself when she saw that she didn't speak.

"Can you accompany me for a walk?" Xiao Liu said softly, "Soon, it won't take too much time for you."

Zhou Fan hesitated for a while but nodded.

The two walked in silence one after the other. The Weigu covered a large enough area, and with him following, even if they were farther away from the camp, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Every time he faced Xiaoliu alone, the emotions in his heart were very complicated. Those past events seemed like a glimpse of light and seemed to be far away from him, but they were biting him all the time.

Xiao Liu finally stopped at the foot of the Jiwei River.

The dim red light reflected a bit of loneliness on her face.

Zhou Fan stopped and accompanied her to watch the smooth river surface.

The old man glanced at them, silently lowered his head and slowly bit the green grass beside him. He didn't like to eat grass and leaves, but to clear his stomach. There are always things in the world that he doesn't like and has to do.

"Afan, I'm very scared today." Xiaoliu didn't speak until the setting sun turned blood red, her voice a little hoarse.

Xiao Liu stared directly at the river that was dyed red by the setting sun. Tears fell down her pale cheeks like broken pearls. The tip of her small nose was a little red. She choked a few times and wiped her tears with her hands.

Zhou Fan was silent and did not respond. He only needed to be a listener, listening to Xiaoliu expressing his fears. She was just a girl who had never even stepped out of the village. Even though she had heard the strange and terrifying things, she had not seen some things. Seen, is unable to understand its cruelty.

When the tears stopped falling, she whispered, "Go back."

Zhou Fan smiled and hummed.

Maybe Xiaoliu was afraid that her parents would be worried. She walked in a hurry and could see the camp soon.

At this moment, Xiaoliu stopped and turned to look at Zhou Fan. The setting sun turned his face into an orange-red color. That face seemed a little determined. Since he was healed, he had really changed a lot, and she almost couldn't recognize him.

Under the last ray of the setting sun, her eyebrows were slightly curved, and she said with a very beautiful smile: "Afan, when I reach the new village, I will steal the sweet wine that my father hid for you to drink."

Xiao Liu walked away without waiting for Zhou Fan to answer.

Zhou Fan was stunned, he didn't understand why he suddenly asked him to drink sweet wine, he didn't think much about turning around and patrolling.

Night has come, and camping not far from the river, the guards are naturally vigilant of the Jiwei River.

Zhou Fan was on duty in the first half of the night, and he was safe in the first half of the night. After changing his duty, he found a quiet place to drink a sip of cold flame wine and practiced the yang qi before continuing to rest and sleep.

Grey River Space.

As soon as he appeared on the familiar ship, Zhou Fan searched for the fog.

He wants to know how many gray worms he has now. Today, he killed at least 40 worms and rain-blooded moths. These are all black-level monsters, so he should have accumulated a lot of gray worms. insect.

But the fog was not there, Zhou Fan hesitated for a while, but decided not to call the fog out.

In that kind of environment outside, he could neither fish nor exchange the Fog for the Fighting Duan Technique, and he wouldn't have time to practice in exchange, so he could only consider these things when he was in the Burning Valley.

If you call out the fog just to see the number of gray worms, it will probably anger him.

Zhou Fan could only pick up the heavy sword on the ground and continue to practice, UU reading www.uukanshu. After his strength reached 20,000 jin, the heavy sword was naturally increased accordingly.

However, under his practice during this period of time, he felt that his basic swordsmanship seemed to be stagnant, and the progress was not as fast as at the beginning.

But the practice of basic swordsmanship is a matter of water grinding after all. Zhou Fan calmed down and swung the heavy sword in his hand.

After hearing the noise outside, he left the Grey River space.

Early in the morning the camp went from quiet to loud.

The night was safe and sound, only a few scattered black wandering monsters tried to attack the camp, and under the leadership of the warriors, they were successfully eliminated.

After a short period of tumultuous chaos, the migration process was completed and the fourth day of the journey began.

Even though they knew that the danger encountered on the footpath would be much smaller, the guards still maintained their due vigilance, after all, they were still in the wild.

Until the afternoon, someone in the guard team noticed that the Jiwei River not far away was cold.