Countryside Magic Doctor

Then continue to chase.

He continued to run seven or eight miles behind rhubarb.

He Feng was surprised to find that there was a fire burning in the deserted mountain forest.

It's about three or five miles in front of him.

He Feng quickly picked up the sword in his hand. He Feng was very vigilant and followed rhubarb behind him and approached there.

He walked in and found that in a cleared jungle, a marching tent was set up there.

There was also a fire burning outside, with a huge aluminum pot on it.

Broth was stewed in an aluminum pot.

Next to the tent, there was a high elevated shelf with half a frozen wolf hanging on it.

The fire was burning with great exuberance.

The broth in the aluminum pot was rolling and sending out bursts of fragrance.

He Feng looked at the fire and broth, and then stabbed the tent with a sword.

The tent was opened. There was only a sleeping bag, a pile of snacks and a laptop.

The TV play of Emperor Hanwu is playing on the computer.

It seems that people haven't been away for long.

He Feng let go of his spiritual consciousness and searched everywhere.

However, he could not find the trace of the other party within the seven or eight miles covered by his spiritual consciousness.

People seem to have disappeared.

He Feng frowned and asked rhubarb, who was eating the wolf hanging on the shelf, "rhubarb, can you feel where he has gone?"

Rhubarb shook the dog's head, and the frost generated by the rapid running on it was still there.

Seeing rhubarb like this, he Feng showed a disappointed expression on his face and let him run after all.

He sat for a while in the remaining tent.

He Feng had to leave sadly with rhubarb.

I don't want to cross the forest like when Tathagata came.

He Feng jumped directly on the branches of the forest, just like the Wulin master in the movie, jumping around, swishing, he left with rhubarb.

Just when he returned to Hejia village.

Under the remaining fire, the fire above was about to go out, and the only Mars was still struggling to give out a weak light.

A figure emerged from under the fire.

People were blackened by fire.

Eyebrows and hair were burned off.

But when a bottle of mineral water in one side of the tent poured on his face.

Wash off the gray black on your face and you'll be surprised.

There was no trace of burns on his face.

As if the flame had done him no harm.

"I'm scared to death," said the man, pouring a bottle of mineral water directly into his mouth.

"It seems to be a hard stubble. I have to call more brothers." he sat in the tent for a while.

The man squatted down again and looked among the embers of the fire.

Then he pulled out a long gun.

The red tassel on the spear was still bright. Obviously, the flame did no harm to him.

Like children riding with sticks as horses.

The man who looked 50 years old rode on a long gun.

With a swish, the long gun flew away with him.

the second day.

It was already bright, but he Feng's door was still closed.

His son never slept in and always got up early. In doubt, Chen Guixiang knocked at the door.

"Feng'er, don't get up yet."

He Feng in the room was upset and hurriedly said, "Mom, I'll sleep a little longer."

So Chen Guixiang left and went to call he Lingling to get up.

He Feng in the room is sitting cross legged on the bed.

His eyebrows were locked and twisted into a huge pimple.

"It seems that I am not the only cultivator in the world. There should be many." after a long time, he Feng opened his eyes and said faintly.

The tone is obviously a little lost. After all, anyone wants to be a unique superhero.

I don't know who they are or what organization they are, he Feng thought in his heart.

The cultivator is not terrible. The key is the cultivator with evil intentions.

He Feng got out of bed with a sigh.

I thought that there must be a way to the front of the mountain. I felt that this was not the way. When they came next time, I stopped them and questioned them.

While he Feng was having breakfast with his sister.

In a desert in Northwest China.

A place that doesn't exist on the map. It used to be the tomb of an emperor of the Western Xia Dynasty.

Today, the border set up by some experts here has become the headquarters of an unknown sect of practitioners in China.

Set up a sect in an ancient tomb.

Obviously, it won't be good.

Of course, except Xiaolongnv's ancient tomb sect.

Just after dawn, the little old man in his 50s who disappeared from the mountains near Hejia village came here on the dark long gun with blood red tassels.

Brush.

Two figures emerged from the ground.

"You two stupid goods are still there!" the old man in his 50s came down from the long gun.

Holding a long gun as a crutch, he came to the two men.

Two people, a man and a woman, giggled and wore alien clothes different from ancient Chinese clothes.

But it looks gorgeous.

Well, you guessed right. This is the body of the queen and emperor in this mausoleum.

It's just a pity that they are made puppets by this sect, and they are only used as the watchdog of the sect.

The old man in his fifties kicked the two bodies aside. The two bodies clumsily climbed up from the ground and stood aside.

They just have no mental thinking ability, only brute force puppets.

The old man stood in the open.

He recited a spell in his mouth.

Shua, he disappeared.

And the two puppets also drilled into the soil again.

Walking on the long corridor.

The old man was leaning on a long gun.

The sound of stepping on the ancient bluestone board is extraordinarily penetrating in this gloomy tomb passage.

On both sides of the corridor, long lights made of whale oil are still burning.

This is the flame from Xixia to the present.

It has not been extinguished for thousands of years.

There is also a huge whale oil pool at the bottom of the Xixia imperial mausoleum.

Look, the reserves inside are burning for thousands of years. It's no problem.

"Venerable, I heard of your return. The patriarch specially sent me to pick you up." at the end of the corridor, behind a rotating stone gate, a man in black came out, and the man in Black said.

"Lead the way ahead." the old man said faintly, and his voice was very gloomy and terrible.

"Yes."

Keep walking inside.

The murals on the wall are becoming more and more conspicuous and exquisite. The deepest part of Wang Lin is in front of us.

The high dome is inlaid with jewelry, and more than a dozen night pearls make it as bright as day.

On a huge high platform, like an emperor in a palace, a man was sitting on it with a rather untimely thing in his hand.

In sharp contrast to here.

In his hand, he was playing with a brand-new tablet computer produced by Huawei.