Leng Ling'er stopped, but there was reluctance and longing in her eyes.
"You can't touch a bowl of water out of thin air, there must be something fishy about it. Besides, Ling'er, you never drink water," Ding Fan reminded.
Leng Ling'er stopped moving, but still looked at the bowl of water, regretting: "This is a ghost land, maybe it is different from the habits of the human world."
"Listen to Brother Fan, there must be something wrong with the extra bowls of water for no reason." Witten also advised.
"Brother Wei, what kind of water is this?" Leng Ling'er asked unwillingly.
"How do I know so much? It hurts my brain." Witten sneered.
Leng Ling'er made a swallowing motion, finally gave up the bowl of water, and followed Ding Fan honestly.
The wooden house is not big, and you can see the end at a glance. After walking around the house twice, there is no entrance.
When she returned to the table, Leng Ling'er exclaimed, "Xiaofan, look, that bowl of water is gone!"
Yes!
The bowl is empty.
There wasn't a drop of water inside.
At the bottom of the bowl, there are faint words written in seal script. It is not difficult to identify. Three words, unfeeling water!
"Ah, it turns out this is the Jueqing Water!" Witten shouted.
Hindsight!
Ding Fan had a black line on his face and asked: "Brother Wei, what's the situation with Jueqing Water?"
"The thing from the underworld, as the name suggests, after drinking it, all earthly past events will be cut off." Witten explained.
"It sounds similar to Meng Po soup." Ding Fan joked.
"That's the water of forgetting love. It means forgetting the past and no longer feeling nostalgic. But drinking the water of unfeeling will not only make you forget, but will also make ghosts become extremely indifferent and have no ghost nature!" Witten added.
This is a trap!
The call of the female demon attracted a group of spirits and ghosts to move forward bravely. They firmly believed that one day they could become ghosts and immortals, and perhaps they also imagined that their families would also benefit from it.
As everyone knows, as long as you drink this bowl of ruthless water, you will become the real puppet of the female demon. Even if you see your closest relatives in life, you will not show mercy even if you give orders.
"If Xiaofan hadn't reminded me, maybe I would have drank it." Leng Ling'er was still frightened.
"Don't worry, Ling'er. As long as I'm here, I won't let you drink it."
Witten was shameless and just finished speaking without responding.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed, his mind became dizzy, and the wooden house suddenly disappeared. The huge straw mat was right under Ding Fan's feet.
Must stay awake!
Ding Fan calmly identified the direction, determined the way in and the way out, and then determined the next stop on the way.
However, at this moment, the straw mat suddenly disappeared!
The body fell, and the feet almost met the water. Countless zombies swam towards us waving their residual arms.
Golden light flashed from his right palm, and Ding Fan rose in the light, with the phantom of Witten behind him.
The zombies were stunned for a moment, and then they rushed to dive into the water. You touched me, and I squeezed you. The water boiled and splashed everywhere.
"Run quickly, Brother Fan. When I reveal my true form, I will definitely attract strong men." Witten roared.
The further forward, the higher the water level becomes, and Ding Fan's body once became 90 degrees from the horizontal.
"Xiaofan, it seems there is, there is something underwater!" Leng Ling'er realized something was wrong and stammered.
The Thousand-Year-Old Corpse King!
"Brother Fan, I have to hide." Witten quickly took back the phantom.
Ding Fan also took away his true body and turned into a spirit body.
late!
The water curtain fell, revealing a body as huge as a mountain.
The whole body is dark black, and the skin and flesh are tightly bound to the white bones, exuding a strange gray-white light. The eye sockets are empty, darker than the night. Even if you don't look at him, you still feel that there is a mysterious power that wants to pull the soul from himself.
Pull away and go.
"Fan, brother Fan, run as fast as you can..." Wei Teng reminded tremblingly.
Ding Fan thought so too!
The straw mat that was thrown into the air could actually tell the difference between authenticity and fakeness. Ding Fan kept jumping and soon reached the back of the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King.
The water was pouring down, and there was no chance to think. Ding Fan quickly jumped between the gaps in the water columns, and finally the water calmed down a little.
Looking back, the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King looked diagonally ahead, waved his giant hand, and smashed it down hard.
The waves were so turbulent that Ding Fan was almost overturned. The wall of water swept over him, making him unable to escape!
Heavenly Alliance Order!
Wow!
Ze Shui passed by him, and Ding Fan couldn't help but close his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had escaped by chance again.
boom!
The Ten Thousand Years Corpse King made a strange roar from his mouth and waved his giant fist again, this time in the direction of Ding Fan.
"It's over, it's really over!" Witten wailed.
However, Ding Fan suddenly had an idea and came up with a bold idea. The Ten Thousand Years Corpse King seemed to be invisible to him!
The water rolled in, and Ding Fan faced the difficulty and started to turn back.
But the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King was still shaking his head to sense Ding Fan's direction.
I'm so happy!
Perhaps, the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King really can’t see himself!
Run again!
Like a game of whack-a-mole, Ding Fan followed the undulating waves to avoid blind attacks from the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King again and again.
Finally, a flaw was revealed, and Ding Fan rushed out from between the two water walls, quickly stepping on the straw mat and running for his life.
I don't know how long I ran, but the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King seemed to always keep the same distance from Ding Fan.
It's all an illusion!
Ding Fan ignored it until it was difficult to observe the real and fake straw mats in the spirit ghost form, and he realized that he was temporarily out of the control of the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King.
Without hesitation, he took his true form again and landed on the straw mats one after another like arrows leaving the string.
The zombies in the water appeared again, and it was still the old routine of one person, one ghost and one mythical beast. Ding Fan kept running forward and finally jumped onto the real land!
Leng Ling'er looked at Ding Fan with joy. At this moment, he also realized that he had been promoted to the fourth level spirit ghost!
Swamp of Desolation, passed!
The scenery began to appear ahead, and Ding Fan also slowed down his pace.
"The Ten Thousand Years Corpse King is just like a decoration in front of my brother Fan!" Witten spoke boldly, completely forgetting the critical moment. He was always the first to shout to run.
"Yeah, I'm also surprised that zombies can distinguish Xiaofan's location, but the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King seems to have an eye problem." Leng Ling'er also looked in disbelief.
Ding Fan fumbled for something, the Tianyin Whistle!
Wei Teng suddenly realized, "It turns out that the Tianyin Whistle worked."
"Well, even if I don't blow, I can still hide my aura. Otherwise, I won't even be able to catch the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King's direct attack." Ding Fan said.
"If I had known that it would be okay to bring the Tianyin Whistle, I wouldn't have acted so cowardly."
Witten was annoyed, but it made Ding Fan laugh.
The road through the swamp seems to be symmetrical. After passing through the swamp, there are endless beautiful scenery, green grass and flowers, and the lingering scent of illusion.
Ding Fan was not lost, he ran forward calmly, and finally saw a new road sign.
Memory only lasts a moment. After just one glance, Ding Fan firmly remembered the content on the road sign.