Dui's figure quickly shrank, shaking his head and swimming to Qin Feng, who was deep in thought.

Circle Bear, who looked around cautiously, rubbed Duan's head, and Duan immediately began to twine the bow shyly.

After coming back to his senses, Qin Feng walked towards the frozen corpse with his pocket in his pocket.

Stopping in his tracks, Qin Feng carefully looked at the evil ghost-like body inside.

After observing for a moment, he came to a conclusion; this was a corpse that had been dead for thousands of years.

It is estimated that they are the residents of the small world of the Kingdom of God, the ninth-level powerhouse, or the descendants of the clan.

The ice cube shattered with a flick of the finger.

Without the control and nourishment of the corpse scorpion, the corpse shattered into powder at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Circle, Dumb, let's go and keep checking with the boss."

"roar!"

"hiss!"

With his coat in his pocket, Qin Feng slowly walked toward the eggshell-shaped sand dune building not far away.

When it was less than ten meters away from the building, a low roar could be heard coming from the ground, like the roar of a man-hungry evil spirit from hell.

Bang!-

Thousands of skinny palms quickly poked out of the sand.

Just like an 80-year-old lady waving flowers with her hands constantly struggling and shaking.

Just a few seconds.

Nearly a thousand figures that looked like beasts had sprung out from the sand, surrounding Qin Feng like a maned dog surrounding its prey, and kept letting out unconscious roars.

These sand scorpions are hungry. It is difficult to see living creatures in this small world of death. Food is scarce and it is not easy to reproduce and survive.

"Third level, fourth level, and a fifth level..." Qin Feng glanced around and muttered, and his eyes fell on the last strong man whose body was relatively intact.

Noticing Qin Feng's gaze, the strong man suddenly twisted his neck and grinned slowly at Qin Feng, revealing his missing teeth.

As the fifth-level corpse scorpion controlling the strong man's corpse issued an insect command, thousands of figures rushed towards Qin Feng like mad dogs!

"You two play with them, and I'll go inside to see if I've gained anything." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he walked towards the sand dune building.

"roar!"

"hiss!"

The circle bear roared, its body suddenly grew to ten meters, and its pair of bear paws became extremely thick, like a giant heavy truck speeding into a dense group of corpses!

The bear's paw swung the hammer, and corpses of sand and soil rose from the ground into the sky.

No corpse puppet can withstand the terrifying hammer blow from the Circle Bear's paws.

The corpse puppet, which had been dormant for thousands of years, had endured countless generations of zombie scorpion erosion and control. It was a blessing to be able to crawl out of the sand again.

The dry sharp claws and the loose black teeth of an old lady bit into the ring bear, not even able to pull away a single hair of the bear.

A proper silver gun wax head.

Dui also grew in size, with a slender and powerful white scaly tail that swept across. The eight snake heads kept spitting out ice picks to control the circle bear and clean up the surrounding soldiers.

Both sides cooperated tacitly and killed unilaterally.

Entering the largest eggshell-shaped room in the dune, Qin Feng wandered slowly inside.

Time is a very cruel thing.

Most of the items inside were corroded into shape.

The bed turns into powder when touched lightly, and a deep footprint is left when stepped on the wooden floor.

Pulling out the grunting and reluctant little fat mouse from his arms, he was finally tempted by Qin Feng's ten dried fruits, and he cheered up and started searching for undamaged items.

After a while.

An ancient simple ring had been found by the little fat mouse, and he happily ran towards Qin Feng.

The treasure-hunting squirrel Jili Gulu rolled his eyes, and before he could make a request, the Gu Pu Na Ring held in his short hand had been forcibly snatched away by Qin Feng.

"No dried fruit."

"Haw!"

Angrily glaring at the man in front of him, the treasure-hunting squirrel jumped on Qin Feng's shoulder, cried, and hit his head with its short, fluffy hands.

Playing with the ring with a scorpion pattern in his hand, Qin Feng skillfully forced his way into the inner space to observe.

The space inside is very large, comparable to that of a high-level Najie.

This ring alone can sell nearly ten million Xuanjing.

The only pity is that all the spiritual plants inside have withered into debris, and only scattered iron tools are lying quietly in the corner.

The light flickered, and an unknown blue-red iron book appeared in Qin Feng's hand.

The book is very heavy and bumps around. It is estimated to weigh a hundred kilograms and is like a solid brick.

Qin Feng's eyelids twitched when he saw some obscure traditional Chinese characters on the cover of the book.

Fortunately, Qin Feng is usually studious and can barely read a few big characters.

Qin Feng walked out of the house holding the green and red book, letting the treasure-hunting squirrel that climbed on his head beat and massage him.

Look around the desert.

Nearly a thousand corpse puppets have been killed by the Circle Bear and Dumb, and only about a hundred are still fighting tenaciously.

The spirit of not being afraid of death reminded Qin Feng of the saber-toothed rabbits who were those little masters of seeking death in the wild forest.

He took out the exquisite wooden chair from the ring, sat on it leisurely, and began to carefully read the obscure green and red book in his hand.

A few minutes later.

Qin Feng closed the book with a smile in his eyes.

The Blue and Red Book is a literature review, which records various interesting things in the small world.

At the beginning, it is even stated that this is the small world of Emperor Sand Scorpion, the elder of the inner sect of the ancient Beast Control Sect.

Open it again and flip through to the last page, which is filled with dense patterns.

This is a detailed map of Small World!

It clearly marks the locations of various buildings, such as the Sand City of the Sand Scorpion Emperor in the central area, as well as the locations of the surrounding tribes, large and small.

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Small barren mountains outside.

Sitting on an exquisite sandalwood chair and fanning his feather fan, the Imperial Master looked up and looked not far away as if he was sensing something.

There.

Another hundred young soul masters in black robes and riding various beasts came galloping towards them.

The leader is a tall man with a very similar appearance to himself.

"National Preceptor, he is your son!"

"I'm not blind." He rolled his eyes at the golden-armored and red-helmeted general beside him, and the national master's gloomy face couldn't help but smile.

The tall young man in black turned over and jumped off the wild beast, the two-horned rhinoceros. He dusted his shoulders and strode to the side of the national master and said loudly, "Dad, I have brought all the young soul control masters in the academy here."

"The remaining Ah Shui is being collected."

"Okay!" The Imperial Master nodded, and the feather fan that had stopped continued to flap. For a moment, he seemed to remember something and turned to look at the young man in black, "In front of you, Suicune is still playing with women?"

The young man in black had a flash of contempt in his eyes and nodded silently.

"Oh."

"What a waste."

"Lead them in. This secret realm shouldn't be too dangerous."

"Yes, father."

The young man in black bowed his hands to the Imperial Master, turned over and mounted the two-horned rhinoceros and rushed towards the crack in the white space at the toilet door.

Watching the last young soul master riding away on his beast pet, the national master narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned back on the wooden chair and began to close his eyes and meditate.

The emperor takes turns, and this year he came to my house.
Chapter completed!