Weird World of Immortality

Half a day passed in a flash, and when the team saw the dark road, everyone in the team breathed a sigh of relief.

There were no dangers along the way, and finally passed the carrion swamp.

The setting sun slanted westward, and when people parked their carriages on the footpath, many people's faces showed signs of exhaustion.

On the way, they encountered three or four attacks by monsters. The luck was not good, but it wasn't bad, at least they didn't encounter too difficult powerful monsters.

Zhou Fan still maintained a strong spirit. He looked at the direction of the swamp forest behind him and felt a little regretful.

This carrion swamp is really good. The number of gray worms obtained in half a day is equivalent to the number of one day in the previous few days.

If you go back and forth a few times, the harvest will definitely be greater.

It's just that the team is definitely not willing to do that.

Moreover, he was faintly vigilant of the mushroom ancestors in the rotten bone swamp, and he did not dare to kill a carbine too recklessly.

It soon became dark, and what made the team feel faintly uneasy that night was that the strange sound of the saw was still ringing near the team.

However, Zhou Fan and Li Jiuyue had already ordered them, so no one paid attention to this strange voice.

Just maintain due vigilance, beware of that shadow rushing over.

"It's really strange." Zhou Fan returned to his tent and frowned, "It's been with us for so long, it stands to reason that it has already left the area where it lives, or it's not at all. As I thought, it's not the kind of weirdness with a specific location..."

"Be patient and wait until you cross the wasteland to see if it will continue to follow? This kind of weirdness of following pedestrians has been mentioned in the book, but there is nothing like it."

Because of this strange stalking on one side, Zhou Fan lay down and went to sleep after cultivating Yan Yang Qi for a while.

Zhou Fan, who appeared on the boat, glanced at the black dragon. He told the black dragon about the weirdness that the convoy had encountered following them, and was willing to use the gray worm to trade its details.

It's just that Heilong replied that he was not impressed.

There is nothing surprising about the black dragon, except for the fixed weirdness. Every year, there are some strange and strange kinds of weirdness. Over time, not to mention the black dragon trapped on the boat, even people who often study the weirdness. Impossible to recognize all.

Zhou Fan didn't think about it any further, that monster never dared to come over, but just kept following, probably the weaker one, otherwise it would have rushed over and devoured everyone in the convoy.

This kind of weirdness just needs to be careful.

Heilong was looking up at the blood cells in a daze, and she had been like this for the past few nights.

Zhou Fan was too lazy to care about her, so he practiced his swordsmanship and boxing skills by himself, and when the time was up, he quit the Grey River space.

Early in the morning, the morning sun projected on the earth, dispelling the night chill of early autumn.

The people in the convoy also woke up from the silence.

Zhou Fan came out of the tent, greeted Li Jiuyue, and asked if anything happened last night?

It turned out that only a few weak monsters who didn't know whether to live or die sneaked in and were killed, and there was no accident. The monster who made the sound of the sawing sound still did not make any movement.

After breakfast, the convoy started again.

After walking for an hour, the scenery of the road slowly changed.

The footpath ahead is laid on the yellow grass.

As far as the eye can see, there are withered and yellow weeds, and there are no other trees. Even the world looks like a vast yellow, empty and desolate area.

This is wasteland.

It is not because of seasonal changes that the weeds wither and turn yellow. In fact, anyone who passes through the wasteland often will know that the wild grasses are withered and yellow in color regardless of whether they are spring, summer, autumn or winter.

A state of dying.

No one can tell exactly how this is, except that the wasteland seems to have been that way since ancient times.

"After the wasteland, we are even in the incense." Li Jiuyue pointed to the front and said with a smile.

The wasteland seems strange, and it seems easy for people to get lost when they enter it, but as long as they bring a compass, even if there are no rulers in some areas, they will not get lost.

In terms of the degree of danger, the wasteland is not as good as the carrion swamp woodland that has just passed.

That's why Li Jiuyue is so relaxed.

Many warriors followed suit and laughed.

The convoy began to enter the wasteland.

Now there are rulers, and there is no need to look at the direction at all.

Zhou Fan was still at the rear of the convoy, and he was the last person in the convoy to enter the wasteland.

There was a breeze blowing from the wasteland, which made his clothes move slightly while sitting on the back of a horse, and his bald head felt a little cool.

The smell of the wind carries the faint smell of withered plants.

The smell is light and the wind is fleeting.

Zhou Fan didn't take it seriously, he just looked around to see if there was something strange coming over to die.

The convoy marched slowly, and Zhou Fan occasionally dismounted from his horse and galloped across the wasteland to kill monsters with the speed he had learned.

The wasteland is not as dangerous as the Carrion Bone Marsh, and there are many less strange things.

However, Zhou Fan thought that mosquito meat was also meat, so he still ran back and forth diligently.

The people in the team were accustomed to Zhou Fan's strange behavior, and they often felt in their hearts. If the human warriors took the initiative to kill monsters as their responsibility as Lord Zhou, the world would be much more peaceful.

It's a pity that there are still too few people like Lord Zhou.

After all, everyone in this world understands that there is no end to the slaying of blasphemy. If blasphemy does not pose a threat to human beings, it is usually avoided if it can be avoided.

Unless it is a monster whose body can be used as a material, there will be special monster hunters to hunt and pick materials.

It was the first time they had seen someone like Lord Zhou, who would like to be hacked to death no matter whether he had materials or not, regardless of his level.

According to Li Gongzi, Lord Zhou suffered from a strange attack when he was a child, and was so scared that he fell ill. He had to kill him in front of him or he couldn't sleep at night.

The dude ignored Zhou Fan as well, and it moved slowly beside the convoy.

In its lush fur lay a little man who no one noticed.

Xiao Ling put her hands on the pillow~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She looked at the sky comfortably, thinking that her master is really a fool, and she doesn't know the meaning of shouting and killing people all day long.

She is so comfortable lying on the back of the big dog and basking in the sun, I don't know how comfortable it is.

But the dog's back quickly jolted up.

Xiao Ling was almost thrown off, she quickly grabbed the dog hair, "Boss, boss, don't run so fast."

It's just that the old man didn't pay attention to her soft call at all, but barked wildly as he sprinted, and the hair all over his body stood on end.

The dude was extremely fast, and it quickly ran to the front of the convoy.

"Stop!" Li Jiuyue knew his brother's ability, and he warned him. Li Jiuyue, who was in front of the convoy, hurriedly called to stop the convoy.

Zhou Fan, who was killing monsters in the distance, also heard the old man's bark. He quickly slashed to death the black wandering monsters in front of him, and then ran back to the convoy like a phantom.

He heard nervousness and fear in the voice of the dude, who hadn't been like this in a long time.