In the camp, Zhou Fan completed today's marrow cleaning practice and put away the black and red porcelain bottle containing the hollow sound ghost thunder, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

When he was alone in the wasteland, under dangerous pressure, in order to improve his strength, he had tried to clean the marrow and skull and successfully entered the high stage of cleansing.

Now he has nineteen skulls left without marrow washing. As long as he completes these nineteen skulls, his marrow washing section will be perfect.

After feeling the magnificent true energy in the marrow-washing bones and in the qi field for a while, he put away the silent talisman that isolates the sound. If it weren't for the silent talisman, the sound of the hollow sound ghost thunder might have caused some misunderstanding.

Zhou Fan listened with his ears and heard the night warrior outside the camp whispering softly, and the guy lying on the ground shook his tail at him.

After he confirmed that there was no problem outside the camp, he lay down and went to sleep.

Entering the space of the Gray River, he appeared on the boat and looked at the other side of the boat.

But tonight, the Black Dragon is not there.

However, it is not surprising that these guides occasionally disappear.

Zhou Fan was not confused, but focused on his own cultivation.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly found that his body on the boat became a little blurred.

This made Zhou Fan's face change slightly, but he had no time to think about it and had already escaped from the Huihe space.

In reality, Zhou Fan opened his eyes and sat up and saw the man jumping onto the bed and pulling his trousers.

When the man saw that he woke up, he let out a few low whines, and his hair stood up all over his body.

Zhou Fan stretched out his hand and picked up the rust knife and talisman bag placed beside the bed.

His eyes were alert to the tent that was shining with oil lamps but was still a little dim.

In the wild, even when you sleep, you will always light the oil lamp. Otherwise, even if you can wake up quickly, you will easily die in the dark environment.

But the tent was empty, and there was no discovery except him and the man.

The man still said no matter how low the bark was, and he didn't know where the danger came from, but it sensed it.

Zhou Fan got off the bed barefoot, and he hung the talisman bag around his waist casually, and the rust knife was unsheathed.

He knew that the man would not make any mistakes, and it was very likely that some monster had entered the tent.

He listened with his ears, and his face suddenly changed. It was so quiet outside, so quiet that it was scary.

Something happened!

Zhou Fan glanced at the evil talisman again. There was no problem with the evil talisman, which made him feel a little more at ease.

But his face was still ugly. There were eight warriors on the night, but these eight people seemed to be unable to make any noise and were subdued.

Thinking of this, he was worried about Li Jiuyue's safety, but he did not rush out in a hurry.

His eyes kept turning, looking up, down, left and right. Because there was something hidden in the tent, the old man was constantly scanning every corner of the tent with his eyes, which indicated that the danger came from inside the tent.

My brother is very sensitive to danger, and Zhou Fan dares not take any contempt.

The man suddenly barked at the oil lamp hanging in the middle of the tent.

Zhou Fan looked at the oil lamp carefully, and then he realized that the six flying insects flying around the oil lamp were incorrect. These flying insects were as big as mosquitoes, just like flying insects that usually like to surround the wick of flames, but their wings were burning like flames.

"Flame Blood Worm!" When these three words appeared in Zhou Fan's heart, his face became ugly.

At this time, the six flying insects suddenly swallowed the flames of the oil lamp. They became as big as flies, and their entire bodies were burning.

They buzzed and crashed into Zhou Fan, like six-point tiny Mars.

Zhou Fan sneered, and the rust knife in his hand swung out, and the cold blue flame rose from the rust knife.

Six sword lights flashed by, completely crushing the six flying insects that had hit. They fell to the ground, leaving six burnt fire points the size of nails on the ground.

Zhou Fan then retracted his sword and returned to the sheath. The flame blood worm was just a blood-gathering monster, but it was a blood-gathering monster with extremely high levels of danger.

They will swallow the flames and then rush towards their enemies. As long as they burn the enemy's skin, as long as their flames have a trace of blood that is stained with the enemy, the enemy's blood will burn quickly like oil.

These six flame blood worms have not been in for a long time. When Zhou Fan discovered them, he was devouring the flames.

I guess they were sensed by the guy as soon as they came in.

The flame blood worms certainly would not appear here for no reason, because something drove them in.

Zhou Fan thought of this at the first time. A purple gold light spread out on his body, condensed into a purple gold light armor, and another alien armor rune appeared on the light armor.

Then he carefully lifted the curtain of the tent, glanced out, and saw only the blue fire emitted by the Ghost Flame Talisman, and did not see anyone.

There are no ambushing shadows on both sides.

He rushed out of the tent, and the man followed him.

The evening breeze in early autumn is chilling.

He was wearing purple gold light armor and did not feel any chill, which meant that there was no toxins or curses against him in the air.

Zhou Fan looked around. The camp was empty and night warriors were not there, as if he was the only one left.

His face was slightly cold under the purple-gold armor. He didn't think much and walked quickly towards Li Jiuyue's tent.

He stopped in front of Li Jiuyue's tent door. Instead of calling out, he held his breath, walked around to the other side of the tent, drew his sword and slashed it. With a hiss, a hole was cracked and he rushed straight into it.

The moment he rushed in, he was greeted by a long golden sword.

The long sword was filled with cold ice.

Zhou Fan drew his sword to block it.

With a tingling sound, the rust knife collided with the golden sword, and Zhou Fan shouted softly: "Brother Li, it's me."

Li Jiuyue was wearing daytime clothes, and he took back the golden sword. He was stunned and said, "Brother Zhou, why did you break into my tent at night?"

"What happened." Zhou Fan said helplessly. Fortunately, it was him. If it were someone else, he might have been killed by Li Jiuyue with one sword.

"What happened?" Li Jiuyue also felt something was wrong. She had just gotten up from the bed and picked up the golden sword and thought of looking outside. She found that the tent was cracked. In a hurry, he could only swing his sword, and then the scene just happened.

"The warrior on the night in the camp has disappeared." Zhou Fan did not care about the sword, but said in a deep voice.

Zhou Fan looked at the oil lamp in the tent. He felt relieved after he found no trace of the flame blood worm.

Li Jiuyue's face became ugly.

The two of them did not explain in detail, but rushed out of the tent.

They began to search for other tents, but soon found that everyone in the camp was gone except for them.

The empty camp gives people a sense of gloomy and terrifying.
Chapter completed!