On the rugged mountain road, Fang Wu is always in a state of sleeplessness, swaying like a wild river in the mountains ahead.
The river water was very strange. It was red like blood. It was so red that it made people panic, but it would never make Fang Wu panic.
Since there is a river, there must be fish, no matter what color they are.
Fang Wu touched his body, then lay on the wild boar and writhed: "Where is my bag?"
The wild boar shook his head with an aggrieved look: "Lululu!"
The bag was lost in the Jinglong Sect.
Fang Wu was in trouble because he didn't have anything to make a fishhook. Then he thought that there were many graves where the monk was buried. Since there were graves, there would naturally be burial objects.
Thinking of this, Fang Wu raised his hand and prepared to rummage through the graves for funerary objects suitable for making fish hooks.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Fang Wu stopped. This kind of doing everything he could ask for when he raised his hand made Fang Wu numb to the point of boredom, and even couldn't feel the fun.
Is this the return to nature after becoming an invincible strong man?
If you want to do something, you can only experience the happiness by doing it yourself and working bit by bit with your hands.
"Let's go, Dahei." Fang Wu climbed on the back of the wild boar and returned to the cemetery.
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Surrounding the tomb are ancient trees that are thousands of meters high, covering the hundreds of tombs that have existed for unknown ages so that no light shines into them.
Fang Wu rode a pig around among the tombs, and finally selected the middle tomb that looked pretty neat.
These graves are definitely not buried here for no reason.
But as for why these tombs appear in this barren mountain, or what kind of danger there is, it has nothing to do with Fang Wu.
At this time, he just wanted to use his hands-on skills bit by bit to find a suitable item, make it into a fishhook, and fish quietly.
Fang Wu squatted down and started digging with both hands without using any strength, experiencing the pleasure of digging up other people's graves.
But even so, Fang Wu tried his best to suppress his strength, but the soil on the grave was still dug up quickly by Fang Wu.
The big black pig also joined the camp of helping its owner dig the grave, and kept making low growls.
As expected of a wild boar that likes to dig, it is more professional and faster than the one without digging.
The big black pig swung its tail and snuggled up to its owner. He thought he would really be separated from his owner this time, but he didn't expect that his owner would take him away through the air before leaving.
At this moment, in the big black pig's heart, only he understood how strong Fang Wu was.
With just one sentence, he could scare away a monster with the same strength as the Golden Core Realm, and the master could still hide his own strength in front of the powerful Golden Core Great Perfection master. These signs indicate that the master's strength may be as strong as the sky!
Immortal! This is the definition of the big wild boar opponent having no real strength.
Because only immortals don't bother to pursue those days of cultivation. To be able to be as leisurely and elegant a monk as the master, one must have absolute strength to go wherever he wants without any scruples.
How could the big black pig not feel that this barren mountain full of tombs was silent and terrifying, with some inexplicable shadows flashing around from time to time.
He is a monster that has been wandering in the mountains and forests all year round. He has never seen any kind of environment, but at this moment, the big black pig felt in his bones that the current environment he was in made him feel very small.
This barren mountain is not simple!
It was definitely not comparable to the hilltop he was on, let alone the mountain range of Yalong Mountain.
This may be a restricted area in Tianyu Continent.
Thinking of this, the big black pig couldn't help but get closer to Fang Wu. With his master by his side, the big black pig would feel very safe.
A wild boar with a strong master is like a treasure, fearless...
After an hour, the grave was completely dug up, revealing a blood-red coffin covered with runes inside.
Fang Wu scratched his head, wondering if he was wrong. The dignified Immortal Emperor brought a pig to dig the grave of a junior.
"Forget it, no matter what I do, I will forgive myself in my heart." This is Fang Wu's motto.
When he was a young monk, Fang Wu would comfort himself like this whenever he did something that disturbed his conscience.
Now this sentence has not been said for almost ten thousand years. For an Immortal Emperor, everything he does is reasonable.
There is no other reason than to be powerful.
collapse!
After the big black pig licked all the dirt on the coffin with its tongue, it raised its head and gave its owner a pig-like smile asking for credit.
Fang Wu jumped on the coffin, raised his hand to smash the coffin with a punch, and then gently put it down. He must use the most primitive method to open it, and it would be a one-size-fits-all approach, and the fun of the experience would be lost.
So Fang Wu stretched out a finger and inserted it into the gap of the coffin lid. The blood-red coffin suddenly flashed a burst of dazzling red light, which made Fang Wu expressionless and didn't even pierce his eyes.
This is the coffin's automatic defense rune, designed to deal with tomb robbers.
Click!
Fang Wu opened the coffin lid with a finger, and there was a white skeleton lying inside, wearing a red dress.
When he saw the funerary objects in the coffin, Fang Wu showed a smile and jumped directly into the coffin. He was actually quite good. When he went down, he deliberately avoided stepping on the bones.
He picked out a crescent-shaped and blood-red sword from the coffin. This shape was perfect for making a fishhook.
But now that the fishhook is there, the fishing rod should also be made from here.
Fang Wu looked at the coffin made of high-quality spiritual plants and ordered the black boar to chew the coffin lid into a stick shape.
After receiving the master's order, the big black pig lay on the coffin lid and gnawed neatly like a wild dog. He could not gnaw blindly. He wanted to gnaw out a straight fishing rod for his master.
We already have fish hooks and fishing rods, so we can just use local materials here for fishing lines.
Fang Wu focused his attention on the corpse's red robe. Such a good cloth had not rotted after it had been dead for so long, indicating that the material must be strong.
Squatting down, Fang Wu began to take off the clothes on Bai Gu. He skillfully found the threads of the clothes and pulled them hard, and the clothes began to pull the threads.
Soon there was more than ten meters of fishing line.
"Perfect, relying on your own labor, the fishing gear you get is happiness."
After Fang Wu climbed out of the coffin, the white bones inside suddenly began to appear blood red, and the empty eyes had a vicious light, as if to express the anger of Fang Wu.
The smell of the bones in the tomb made the blood of the big black pig chewing on the coffin lid freeze, and a smell very close to death hit his face.
After looking up at the indifferent owner, the big black pig felt relieved and began to bite the coffin lid faster.
Fang Wu stood by the tomb and naturally saw the changes in the bones. That was fairy energy, not spiritual energy.
It shows that the owner of this white skeleton is an immortal, not a monk.
Fang Wu tied the clothes turned into fishing line to the crescent moon blade, weighed it twice with satisfaction, looked at the bones in the coffin and smiled to express friendship.
In fact, Fang Wuneng smiled at the bones in the coffin, which was already extremely kind.
If this had been done to the former Fang Wu, he would have definitely said to the owner of the coffin: "Intentional offense, intentional interruption. If you don't accept it, just come and do it!"
