These girls in Xiayu, Licheng, are obviously familiar with the Mingwu Ancient City. Even if the landform has changed greatly due to the rise of sea level, they can easily find the road to the Mingwu Ancient City.

"There is a wetland park in front of it, and it seems to be occupied by a group of mud dragon seals. I heard them say it when I was in the fortress city." Sister Ruan said to the sisters behind her.

"Is the mud dragon seal powerful? It has the word dragon in its name. I heard from elders that creatures with dragon bloodline are very fierce and terrifying." A woman with a palm-sized cheek said.

She should be about the same age as Shu Xiaohua, but she is obviously more timid and shy than Shu Xiaohua. She walked along the way, let alone saying something to the big man Mo Fan, she had almost never even contacted her eyes.

Mo Fan remembers that the others called her Le Nan.

What’s very interesting is that Le Nan’s cultivation is actually the highest among the group of Xiayu women.

Originally, Mo Fan felt that he had reached the top of the top level at a young age and was worthy of the talent of Tianzong, but Le Nan was about twenty years old. When he was in his sophomore and junior year, he was a high-level mage.

"Licheng Xiayu can resist sirens, and can also cultivate such a group of young female mages with high cultivation. It seems that if you have the chance, you really want to go to their islands!" Mo Fan thought.

If one or two people with high cultivation level are trained, it means that there is a wise master or a strong hermit in teaching in Xiayu, Licheng. If there is this group of outstanding female mages, there is probably a treasure house of heavenly spirits.

Mo Fan practiced step by step. He knew very well that the path of cultivation was far from as simple as he imagined. It was difficult and boring. At the same time, it required various life and death experiences to stimulate the potential in his body.

These girls have almost zero practical experience. Those who have not experienced this kind of cultivation can basically be determined to have any heavenly spirits and earth treasures that nourish the local magicians.

"Do you smell anything? It's like the smell that the pig-killing uncle often has?" Du Mei said carefully.

Others smelled it one after another, and when they stepped into a wetland covered with reeds, they were all scared to death.

The eyes covered, the eyes were covered, and the vomiting was not many of them looked calm and normal.

Mo Fan shook his head helplessly.

Isn’t it just a corpse on the ground? As for the appearance of this?

And how could they be so unvigilant? These corpses are so fresh. What intestines, livers, bile, and blood have not changed color significantly. The freshness can arouse the appetite of countless wild dogs and vultures. But there is no such beast that specializes in pecking corpses nearby...

It means the perpetrator is still nearby!

"Damn hunters did it, these mud dragon seals died in a large nest." Sister Ruan was the few calmers left among them, and she analyzed them seriously.

The technique was clean and neat, mostly it was broken, and then the intestines were pulled out. The scratches all over the ground showed that the mud dragon seals had been alive for a few minutes, trying to struggle out the claws of the dirty hunters, but the blood flowed more and more, and finally died.

Dirty hunter.

It is indeed the most vicious and cruel among the sirens!

They especially enjoy the scene of their prey struggling with death after being dismantled. The hook-clawed devil in the ocean is perfect for describing them.

"Isn't the name "Dragon" particularly powerful? Why do they die so miserably?" Le Nan said in a low voice.

"When the Siren comes, it is not only us humans who are threatened by existence. These indigenous demon tribes and tribes are facing the fate of being slaughtered. Alas..." Mo Fan sighed.

The siren is too powerful, and monsters and monsters have become food. The mud dragon seal has become a kinship with the siren, but in the end it will end up like this.

This wetland park has basically become a ranch.

But mud dragon seals cannot migrate.

They are only suitable for survival in wetlands, going to the plains and forests, and not robbing those more ferocious and powerful monsters. When they get to the sea, they are completely abused by the sirens, which is extremely pitiful.

In the event of such a catastrophe, many races that are not adapted to the changes in the general environment are destined to be extinct. Mud dragon seals are the most obvious, and I don’t know when humans can last.

"This kind of mud dragon seal looks a little like a Western dragon on its forehead. In fact, it doesn't even have the bloodline of a mixed dragon. It is not a very powerful monster. Now it is purely a pork belly walking in the wetland..." Mo Fan explained.

"They are so pitiful." Shu Xiaohua said.

"You are still in a mood to feel sorry for them. If we don't get started, maybe the wild dog demons and corpse herons will come to us to pray."

"Pray for prayer?"

"Don't you know there is a religion that prays before meals?"

"Ah, I won't be eaten, it'll be ugly."

“…”

Sure enough, not long after, groups of corpse herons flew over from nearby. They looked snow-white and slender and beautiful. They didn't know that they were specialized in eating carrion and corpse meat, mice in the fields, dead fish in the ditch, and fat insects that died suddenly...

Of course, corpse herons are slave-level demons, and they are somewhat aggressive. When they find some dying animals and humans near the wetlands, they will help the top leaders, and more often they will choose to wait.

"The assailant should have gone away." Sister Ruan said.

When she said this, she looked at Mo Fan specifically, as if she was seeking recognition. Master Seven-Star Hunter has much more experience in this area than her half bucket of water.

Mo Fan nodded at her.

Her judgment was correct, and the perpetrator had left.

"Before the Mingwu Ancient City, a dirty hunter appeared, and he went to the wetland..." Sister Ruan became a little worried.

The dirt hunter is the real demon killer. Compared with the dirt hunter, the claw spirit is really too younger. Sister Ruan doesn’t know how many girls can be safe when they encounter the dirt hunter.

"Don't worry, if a dirty hunter appears, I will take action." Mo Fan knew her worries and said seriously.

"But you can't protect us so much, if you accidentally fall behind," said Sister Ruan.

"Actually, there is nothing to worry about. The situation changes rapidly. There are many people who cannot take good care of it. It is common for a few people to go out to practice and die. How can it be so smooth?" Mo Fan said.

Sister Ruan widened her eyes, and she was so angry that the turbans covering her cheeks slid down, revealing her angry and uneasy appearance.

I thought this master would say something that would give people a sense of security, but this was the end.

This bad guy.

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