With the pouring of the Primal Chaos, an isolated space appeared on the water.

The rot was spinning outside the space, and tried to invade inside several times, but they were all isolated from the outside.

Three meters below the surface, Feng Chenglin finally saw the figure of Dingmiao, and quickly dropped a rope.

"Set the temple, seize..."

Dingmiao still seemed to be caught by something, and it continued to fall.

When I saw the water surface above my head gradually thinning and the light came on, I struggled to get up, and instantly rushed into Ling Luoyu's enchantment.

Grasping the rope with one hand, he breathed as if drowning.

At the moment he caught him, Feng Chenglin almost flashed his waist: "Fuck me, did you eat the scales so much? Why is it so heavy?"

He seemed to be pulling a big iron block, and he could pull it up with the strength of feeding.

Dingmiao grabbed the rope and climbed at night: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up..."

Under the surface of the water underneath him, counting his hands tightly grasping his waist, pulling down desperately.

"Boom!"

The rope was pulled straight, trembling and shaking.

Feng Chenglin's movements suddenly stopped, and Dingmiao looked up at the same time.

As the two watched, the rope broke and separated a little bit.

"No way"

Fengchenglin and Dingmiao's eyes met instantly.

Before the second sentence was spoken, the rope broke suddenly.

"Crack!"

Feng Chenglin was thrown out because of inertia, and Dingmiao's waist just after leaving the water was grabbed again by several pairs of pale hands and dragged down.

At the moment when he was about to go deep into the water, Ling Luoyu's hand came out from the void.

Dingmiao's body suddenly froze, and was immediately pulled out of the water a little bit.

"Fatty..."

Feng Chenglin also turned up at this time and threw down two ropes again.

"Grab!"

At the moment when Dingmiao was completely pulled out of the water, Feng Chenglin fell back again, and even Dingmiao was thrown out in an embarrassing manner because of excessive force.

"boom!"

The two fell into a ball and nearly rolled into the water again.

"Damn... what were those just now?"

Feng Chenglin pushed open the Dingmiao with disgust, wiping the dripping water on his face.

"How do I feel like the hands of those floating corpses?"

"It's them, otherwise...wow..."

Dingmiao suddenly thought that he had also drunk a lot of water from the swamp, and suddenly became disgusted.

Ling Luoyu withdrew his hands and stood up, his eyes sinking slightly: "I thought... you fell down surrounded by those water plants!"

If she hadn't seen the pale hands around Dingmiao's waist with her own eyes, she couldn't believe that a group of floating corpses that had been dead for so long could still move.

"Dingmiao, do you know... about these dead bodies?"

"I don't know... I haven't even heard of it!"

Dingmiao wiped his mouth and left the water in fear.

"Using dead corpses for formation, I can understand, but the resurrection of dead corpses...I don't understand! How can they still live?"

"Yeah... how can I still live?"

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank, suddenly thinking of something.

"Could it be..."

She took out a wooden stick with her backhand and poked the floating corpse by her feet.

"Three young masters, what are you doing?"

Feng Chenglin's face turned pale, and he quickly grabbed her.

"Be careful they jump up and catch you!"

The floating corpse slid to one side under the flick of the stick, but it looked like a dead fish without any reaction.

Ling Luoyu threw the wooden stick: "Don't worry, this stick is a dead thing, it won't stimulate them..."