"This, is this...a corpse?"

Fan Zhuo looked at the creature in front of him in disbelief, and felt a sense of extreme familiarity hitting his heart. Could it be the furry corpse I first encountered in the Wanzi Tomb?

Fan Zhuo suddenly grinned. It must be that guy, otherwise he would have filmed himself in pieces on the spot if he had replaced another green-haired corpse!

Moreover, when he was taking Yuanjing for Mao Zi, Fan Zhuo's appearance of wagging the guy at that time was vivid in his mind, just like this. When he left, Mao Zi had already begun to transform from gray hair to green hair. This was obviously completed and he became a real green hair corpse.

Fan Zhuo never expected that this guy would come to him. This journey of thousands of miles is really difficult for it!

Although Fan Zhuo's condition at this time is not as joy brought by "meeting an old friend in a foreign land", there is always the meaning of escaping from death. However, there is no Yuan crystal in the Yuan Lien Pot, otherwise he would have to feed it a few of them well.

Fan Zhuo used to learn from foreign merchants and records in "Strange Records" that the corpses were divided into hairless to gray, green, red, purple, and golden retrievers. After they transformed into green hair, their strength was equivalent to the realm of the life palace of human warriors. Moreover, because it was a corpse, it was not limited to physical shackles. The strength that could be exerted in battle was beyond the reach of ordinary warriors in the realm of the life palace.

Seeing the green hair pleased him so much, Fan Zhuo immediately had an idea. If he brought this green hair corpse into the Beiyuan ancient mine, he would have enough confidence to do something and be able to compete with the children of major sects.

But Mao Si was a corpse after all. Even if Chu Lian's tomboy agreed to take him and Mao Si into the ancient mine, Fan Zhuo did not believe that those big figures such as Yu Feng and Tu Luo would not go. With these people there, Mao Si would definitely not be able to escape, and no disguise could escape the spiritual exploration of these people.

If you make a mistake, maybe your Yuan Liquidation Pot will be poked out and will ruin the life of this corpse for nothing. Fan Zhuo needs to plan well. He must not lose his big fortune because of small things and ruin his bright future for the sake of small profits.

Mao Zi's blood-colored eyes looked much more agile, at least more agile than when he was gray-haired before. This guy pointed to the small pot hanging around Fan Zhuo's waist, his face full of flattery.

Fan Zhuo was happy. He didn't expect that this Maozi would develop intelligence. Although he could not communicate, he could describe his simple thoughts through physical movements. The Maozi's actions were undoubtedly to want to eat Yuanjing.

Since he discovered that the Mao Zi's spiritual intelligence had just begun to open, Fan Zhuo also decided to try how much the Mao Zi's spiritual intelligence had been opened.

"Since you are willing to follow me, then you will call me from now on..."

Fan Zhuo originally planned to name the mao corpse, and wanted to use his own surname to apply it. But after thinking about it, this guy still has a corpse in short. If he took the surname as a model, wouldn't it be too unlucky!

"Yeah! You will call it Damao from now on."

After thinking for a long time, Fan Zhuo gave such a poor name. Obviously, his name still needs to be practiced.

"Big Mao, there is no Yuanjing anymore. I will take you to find the wild beasts nearby. If you kill them, you can condense into Yuanjing."

After Fan Zhuo finished speaking, he looked at Mao Zi's reaction, but saw this guy still looking pleased and eager, obviously not understanding what Fan Zhuo said.

Helplessly shook his head, Fan Zhuo greeted him and began to search for wild animals in the forest, and the corpse of the hair followed closely, as if it was afraid of falling. It is worth mentioning that since Xiao Hei saw the corpse of the hair, he has always been timid, and he has no other demeanor as a saber-toothed tiger in the forest in the past! It is better to say that it is a wild cat who is only cautious and cautious.

In the forest, Fan Zhuo took the corpse to hunt several wild animals, including brown bears, pythons, leopards, etc. Indeed, hunting these wild animals can also condense Yuan crystals in the Yuan Refining Pot, but this Yuan crystal seems to be much worse than what was found by killing people. Fan Zhuo also ate it and felt that his body changes were minimal, so the corpse was still full of satisfaction.

It is worth mentioning that one thing made Fan Zhuo extremely excited. For example, when he saw a brown bear in front of him, Fan Zhuo did not say anything or showed no expression, then the Maozi was also watching. It was not until Fan Zhuo waved his hand or ordered to "kill" that the Maozi would rush forward with great pleasure and slapped the brown bear to death, and would not tear the brown bear to pieces and throw it into his mouth and chew it randomly as before.

The Maozi was able to obey his own orders. Fan Zhuo was overjoyed and felt that Maozi was expected to become his best arm aid. Therefore, he became more eager to find wild beasts and kill Yuanjing to take Maozi. Until the early morning, he could not count how many wild beasts he had hunted.

Damao was enough to eat and drink, but Fan Zhuo gave it Yuanjing again, but refused to eat it again. Then Fan Zhuo looked at Xiao Hei, who had already shined with green light in his eyes. In order not to be too generous to the other, he also gave it some Yuanjing condensed by the death of wild beasts.

Fan Zhuo didn't close his eyes all night. At this time, it was approaching morning, but he was still tired. He leaned against a tree and looked at the Yuan pot happily on his face.

This little thing is really magical. Fan Zhuo thought it was a magic weapon made by a weapon refiner like Han Yu among immortal cultivators, but Fan Zhuo was not stupid. In order to build a foundation, Han Yu could not see the secret of Fan Zhuo hanging around his waist all day or putting it in his arms. Even if he was as strong as Yu Feng, Tu Luo, Zhan Mo and others, he could not see the clues of the small pot. This was completely unreasonable!

Besides, I had heard before that Lu Xian, the leader of the Wuzong, was a weapon refining master. With such a terrible cultivation level, I could not see the magic of the small pot. So where did this Yuan Refining Pot come from? Perhaps this is an amazing treasure!

Xiao Hei chased a butterfly not far away, sometimes jumping and sometimes rolling; Big Hair was silently watching Fan Zhuo. Although his blood-colored eyes were extremely scary, Fan Zhuo was also much immune after getting to know him, but he didn't know why the big Hair's eyes were staring at him without blinking.

Maybe Da Mao Ling was low-intelligent and felt curious, and was expressing his own favorability!

Fan Zhuo's heart moved. Looking at the Yuan Refining Pot in his hand, he felt that this pot was so extraordinary. The top masters who were invincible in their eyes could not see the clues. So, can such a mysterious thing be filled with a corpse? It is as useful as a storage bag among immortals?

This idea was just a passing through my heart. Fan Zhuo once learned through "Strange Records" that the cultivator's storage bag cannot collect living things. Even if it is as small as a rabbit, it cannot be put into the storage bag. The idea of ​​using the Lianyuan Pot as a storage bag and putting the corpse in it was self-defeating, which made Fan Zhuo smile bitterly.

But at the next moment, Fan Zhuo was completely confused...

The corpse disappeared from the front of his eyes!

Just like that... it disappeared out of thin air!
Chapter completed!