During the crisis, Hanba's two blood-colored eyes turned into a clear light. Hanba's mouth clearly shouted two words: No. Hanba's fierce and domineering, and his unparalleled attack suddenly turned to the side and hit the open space where no one was on the right. The Jiuyou Xuan Fire rising around Hanba's giant claws just covered the surroundings in a bunch. After a while, after the flames dissipated, there was no trace of a fat man on the ground.

In a mountain depression more than ten miles away from here, the fat man poked his head out of the ground with a dirt face, and opened his mouth. He spitted out a few mouthfuls of spit. Damn, this drought bar is not something that he could have lived at the beginning of the sword-making stage. Oh, it's too fierce. Fortunately, I was prepared for my brother. The earth escape talisman was taken early. When I saw that the situation was not good, I immediately escaped and flashed. Hehe, do you want to kill me? Humph, my life is precious, and you are not qualified.

The fat man thought in confusion. He seemed to have heard a very familiar word before he left, saying something, oh, by the way, no, someone was shouting no, it seemed to be a female voice, female voice. The fat man was frightened and crawled out quickly. It was not Mao Xiaoling, right? It was possible that Mao Xiaoling and herself were separated for a while. It wasn't that she saw the scene of being attacked by the drought bar. It was over, it was over, and the Nascent Soul stage was no match for the drought bar. Mao Xiaoling's foundation-building stage had only the serving of food. No, I have to go and see it quickly. The fat man could no longer calm down, summoned the big sword, and a strait of sword light appeared, and rushed towards the direction he had just escaped.

The fat man was very fast in his sword control. After a while, he rushed to the place where he had just been attacked by the Hanba. He saw that it was charred black, and no one was seen. At this time, the fat man didn't care about whether he could beat the Hanba or not, and shouted anxiously: "Xiaoling, Xiaoling". After a few sounds, no one responded. The fat man searched around anxiously, but after discovering nothing, he left with a loss.

What the fat man didn't see was that under the soil layer more than ten meters deep underground where he was standing, Mao Xiaoling's transformation into a drought bar was hiding there. Just now, she heard the fat man's anxious shouts. Under the dark strata, a trace of blood flowed out from Mao Xiaoling's eyes, the size of a copper bell. Seeing the fat man searching for her everywhere for her worried appearance, Mao Xiaoling could only hide underground to prevent the fat man from seeing her now.

After the drought, there will be one day in the end and I can't control myself. The drought is very cruel. Today, the moment when the drought is about to hit the fat man, Mao Xiaoling rushed out of the cage of his heart and controlled his body in advance. Thinking of this, Mao Xiaoling couldn't help but think about what kind of power this is? Has he controlled this power, he no longer had to worry about losing his mind after transforming into a drought?

The fat man had already gone away. Mao Xiaoling's thoughts moved, and a thick layer of soil on his body automatically split a passage. Mao Xiaoling slowly rose from the downstream passage. Looking at the direction of the fat man's departure, Mao Xiaoling's heart was filled with an indescribable feeling. At the beginning, he approached the fat man to find out how this guy knew that she was a drought-bag and wanted to kill herself to eliminate harm to the people. After a period of contact, Mao Xiaoling suddenly discovered that he had violated his original intention unknowingly and was gradually absorbed by the fat man. Unconsciously, this kind of emotion that had never been possessed in the empty years of hundreds or decades, breeding deep in his heart for the first time. Is this love? Could it be that he really fell in love with this fat man?

The fat man did not look ordinary, but through what the fat man did and said, Mao Xiaoling found that the fat man was really a very good man, with a sense of responsibility, responsibility and loving. First, he saw injustice on the road, and the mercenary group of Tiandao was preparing to kill all the scum among these mercenaries, and then saved Gu Dao's warm heart and saved all the helpless children in the entire Nanning City who were struggling on the brink of death.

After following the fat man back to Qingping Cave Heaven, he realized that the fat man had done a great career in Yanzhao. He had many masters and superpowers, and half of the survivors of Yanzhao lived a worry-free life in Qingping Cave Heaven. The fat man's mother was so kind and gentle, kind and kind. She was better to be with herself than her own daughter. This made Mao Xiaoling, who lost her mother since childhood, feel extremely warm. The silence and emptiness of more than a hundred years was filled with the warmth of the fat man's family. Perhaps, this was his own love. Mao Xiaoling gave a conclusion to his own feelings. Brother Fat, you wait for me, and after a day, I can restore my true self to my true self. At that time, I will go to Nanning to find you.

Mao Xiaoling's tenderness was not aware of the fat man. Now the fat man is only thinking about how to improve his cultivation so that he can kill the drought and complete this task. After the fat man flew with his sword, he headed straight to Nanning City. It would be better to think of some solutions when he got there. Anyway, the deadline for the task is half a year. Take your time slowly and you will always come up with a way to kill the drought and the drought.

On the mountain in the middle of the 100,000 mountains, this mountain is more than a thousand meters higher than before the end of the world. It has become a dry and small square road dress. Sitting cross-legged at the highest point of the mountain, mysterious magic is constantly ejected from its hands, turning into red lights, and sank into the surrounding twelve mountains.

There are a flying blood corpse on each of the twelve hills around. The mountain is steaming hot and the high temperature can boil the water. Suddenly, Mao Xiaofang let out a long roar and stopped the seal in his hand. He said to himself: "The ancestors of the Mao family are here. I, Mao Xiaofang, have been practicing hard for more than a hundred years since the Xianfeng period. Finally, within half a month after the arrival of the end of the world, I successfully broke through to the drought state. Now, this

The twelve demon gods Red Lotus Against the Heavenly Formation will soon achieve full success. I believe that with the purgatory fire condensed from the earth veins volcano in the entire state, I will definitely be able to successfully sacrifice and refine the strongest magical power of my zombie clan, the Red Lotus Karma Fire. Hahahaha, give me another half a month, and at that time, I will become the first person in the entire Three Realms and Six Paths. When will I go to heaven and earth, I will be the only one in the only one, hahahahahaha.”

Mao Xiaofang thought of this, and could no longer suppress the pleasure in his heart. He couldn't help laughing. After laughing for a long time, Mao Xiaofang stopped laughing, stroked the green bamboo flute in his hand, and said tenderly: "Xiao Ling, for your father, let's rescue you from the ancestral tomb of our Mao family. The glory of your father is coming soon. This is the prosperous age of our zombie clan and the unprecedented glory of our Mao family. This kind of grandeur should be displayed together. When we refine the fire lotus karma for our father, we should

After the fire, this immortal volcano will become the base camp of my father and daughter. At that time, all things will be destroyed, the human race will sink, and the world will turn into purgatory, and the famous generals of my father and daughter will be passed down forever! Wait, and my father will rescue you immediately." After Mao Xiaofang finished speaking, a roar was heard, and the twelve flying blood corpses on the twelve mountains around him made a scream and responded to Mao Xiaofang's roar. Mao Xiaofang said in a deep voice: "You wait for the good life to guard the formation, I will go." After that, he turned into a fire and flew towards the direction of Maojiazhuang in the distance.

Maojiazhuang has now become a piece of broken bricks and tiles, and is like ruins. It is extinct and has no chance of life. A fire light flew down from the air and turned into Mao Xiaofang to the archway in Maojiazhuang with a history of hundreds of years. This archway has now become a pile of gravel. The killing and burning team of the Tianjian Mercenary Group that day brought irreparable damage to this historic village.

"Where is my Mao clan, who is it? Who killed my clan?" Mao Xiaofang fell into madness. A few days ago, he secretly went back to the village to take a look. The people in the village were living well. The zombies around him had long been wiped out by whom. Mao Xiaofang thought they were made by the cultivator in the clan. Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for a few days, the entire Maojiazhuang was destroyed like this.

Mao Xiaofang ran back and forth in the entire village like crazy, looking for traces of his tribe members. After a long time, Mao Xiaofang, who had not seen a figure, stood quietly in the cemetery behind the ancestral temple. Looking at the extremely huge cave in the ancestral tomb, he jumped in without hesitation. After a long time, Mao Xiaofang flew up. At this time, Mao Xiaofang's expression became extremely ferocious and extremely fierce: "Who is it, destroying my home, killing my tribe, and capturing my beloved daughter, I will definitely let him not survive, but not die. Ah, ah..." The sad and angry Mao Xiaofang roared up to the sky and vented the pain in his heart.

Mao Xiaofang's roar was interrupted by the chaotic footsteps outside. Mao Xiaofang, who stopped screaming, hurriedly ran towards the direction of the footsteps.

It turned out that it was three tall mercenaries who were protecting the two girls and packing up something in front of Maojiazhuang's ancestral poems. Mao Xiaofang walked over at this time and asked coldly: "Who are you? What's your intention to come to my Maojiazhuang?"

The two girls looked up at Mao Xiaofang and were stunned. After looking at each other, they asked Mao Xiaofang together: "Uncle, you are Mao's surname, and you are from our Maojiazhuang." Mao Xiaofang nodded, and the two girls knelt down on the ground: "Mao Li Ru Mao Liqing, a descendant of the Mao family, met the ancestor master." Mao Xiaofang was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile: "It seems that you have seen my portrait in the ancestor poems. I'll ask you, where are the tribesmen of my Maojiazhuang? Why did the Mao family's ancestral tomb become like this? Do you know who did it?"

The two girls said everything. When Mao Xiaofang heard this, his eyes were covered with a huge murderous aura: "Did you see Nanning City? Have you ever seen my daughter, your ancestor Mao Xiaoling?" The two girls shook their heads together, obviously not knowing Mao Xiaoling's existence at all.

"I, Mao family, have been completely wiped out. What's the use of keeping you two? Let's die for me." Hearing this, Mao Xiaofang, who was full of despair and murderous aura, opened his mouth and spewed out a blood-red fire, drowned the two descendants and three mercenaries, burning them to the point of not even being ashes.

Looking at Maojiazhuang, which was dilapidated and depressed, Mao Xiaofang's mouth grew fangs and his eyes turned bloody: "Is Nanning City? Just use your city's people to bury my Mao clan members"!
Chapter completed!