The little fat man snorted coldly, and his tone was extremely serious:

"You are wrong. My boss is a rare lucky person. You think, his strength is not outstanding in the third level, and he does not have too powerful props, but he can live well until now."

"Nonsense, if he didn't die, it doesn't mean he was lucky. We didn't die either. Could it be that we are all lucky people?"

The little fat man snorted:

"Then just watch, he will definitely come back."

Hongwei suddenly said:

"Instead of discussing these meaningless topics, I think what we should do is to move the location. With that kid's IQ, if he fails to find the mountain god camp and is hunted down by monsters, he will definitely flee back. At that time, we will all be finished. "

Leaving the abandoned factory building, Kou Beiyue came to a scrapped car outside the factory building, unzipped his trousers chain, let out the pressure in his bladder contentedly, and let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, the sun was scorching, the air was distorted, the scorching temperature scorched the city, and 37-degree body fluids were poured on the rusty car body, and the traces were quickly evaporated.

"The Lost City is huge, and it is very difficult to find Yuanshi Tianzun."

Kou Beiyue pondered for a while, then came up with a good idea - sound transmission for thousands of miles!

After making up his mind, he immediately remembered that he had been marked by a monster. As a bewitching monster, he knew best how difficult and terrifying the mark was.

What if Yuanshi Tianzun is not found, but is intercepted and killed by monsters?

Kou Beiyue groaned again, and thought of a way. If the monster locked her, she would run back immediately and finish with the group of evil professions.

After thinking through all the problems, Kou Beiyue left without distraction, and walked quickly along the street outside the abandoned factory building.

After running for more than ten minutes, he stopped at a crossroads covered with weeds and moss, took a deep breath, and performed the method of sound transmission for thousands of miles:

"Yuan-shi-tian-zun!"

The full-hearted shout echoed over the abandoned city, spreading farther and farther.

While he was running, he transmitted voices thousands of miles away:

"Yuan-shi-tian-zun!"

In the half-collapsed residential building, people from the Mountain God camp sat cross-legged on the dusty ground, avoiding direct sunlight.

They held wooden bowls made by the wood demon in their hands, drank the pure water that the water ghost extracted from the potholes, and ate dog meat roasted by the fire master.

Everyone let out a sigh of contentment.

It has been 30 hours since they entered the killing instance, and they slept for three or four hours symbolically, ate some wild fruits symbolically, and drank some mountain dew symbolically.

Even a spiritual walker at the peak of the extraordinary, with strong vitality, will inevitably decline in state, feel tired, hungry and thirsty.

"Really, it's so cool." Jiang Jingwei gnawed on a wild dog's leg, and said vaguely:

"It's rare to have the opportunity to eat so well in the spiritual realm. Huh, there are not many spiritual missions in three days. My father said that although the creatures in the spiritual realm will be refreshed, they are not illusions, but real flesh and blood."

Ryo Asano, who was sitting with the lady's bent legs holding a sword in his pocket, his eyes lighted up, and he hurriedly asked:

"What does your father mean to say that the spiritual world has the power to create life, and it's quite easy, just like gods create human beings?"

Jiang Jingwei chewed the dog meat and said carelessly: JrNovels.com