In less than an hour, the vigorous blue-necked ant stood up from the gravel. It opened its bloody eyes, whispered and squeaked, and wanted to attack the prey not far away. However, when two bright Tang swords were swaying in front of it, its neck couldn't help but shrink back.

Han Da's mouth was pursed with an ashtray-sized mouth and was chewing the lemon-flavored nutritional biscuits that had just been in his mouth. After seeing the embarrassment of the blue neck ants, his thick lips suddenly opened, revealing his teeth, uneven, "Is this bed bug actually scared?" Compared to his previous bloodthirsty and cruelty, it was like a skinned hedgehog at this moment, trembling with fear.

Leng Wuyan also showed a surprised look, "It seems that it has a bit of spirituality, maybe the method you mentioned will work."

"Of course, no matter how hard I spent so much effort on it?" Han Dazui patted his chest, looked at Leng Wuyan with a show of flaunting, and said, "Let's go, can you find Chongtiomu? I'll rely on this half-life to get into the bed bug in the coffin."

Han Dazui's method of dealing with blue neck ants is strange. Ant insects without tentacles cannot communicate with their companions in the distance. In addition, the carapace on their backs is divided into pieces, and the insect instinctively believes that the death is coming and will sooner or later be buried in red sand. Leaves fall back to their roots is the best ending for every wise and spiritual life.

The same is true for blue neck ants.

The buzzing vehicle started. A five-meter-long metal chain just designed and cast by General Black was tied to the front of the vehicle. The other end of the chain was firmly tied to the back of the antworm. After hesitating for an hour, the seriously injured and waiting to die finally moved. Its head fell and drilled into the sand again, slowly crawling towards the depths of the desert.

Han Dazui and Leng Wuyan gradually moved away from the place where they had fought. Fortunately, the wind and sand in the desert were fierce enough. Soon, the traces of the battle were completely erased, and replaced by a new sand dune.

One day, two days...

Until a week later, Han Dazui and Leng Wuyan, led by the captured blue-necked ants, marched for more than 300 kilometers. What's amazing is that they have not encountered a new Blue Xiang ant tribe during this period. The seriously injured blue-necked ants can obviously accurately avoid the investigation of similar predators.

On this day, it was midnight. The Lanxiang Ants who were moving suddenly stopped taking a step forward and instead digging hard towards the sand and soil under them.

Having not sleep for several nights, Han Dazui, who had heavy eyelids, was stunned and poked Leng Wuyan who was dozing on the side. "It should be here. The bug stopped moving forward. Its territory nest must be under this piece of sand."

Leng Wuyan rubbed her sore eyes, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and find the traces of heavy ironwood."

Because the wind and sand in the depths of the desert were even greater and the visibility was less than ten meters. So the two of them wrapped their bodies with their changing clothes, put on windscreen glasses, and then walked out of the Land Aviation car.

"Look at me, I have to rely on my big coffin head to do such a thing." Han Dazui grinned and smiled strangely, then put the fleet into the armor space and summoned the big coffin head again.

In an instant, a six-legged golden iron cricket flashed out. The cricket was black all over, and its two thin wings kept trembling. Especially in the center of the forehead, a golden vertical eye gave people a bit of mighty and powerful aura. Leng Wuyan stared at the cricket armor with her eyes fixed on her eyes, "It is also strange to be able to assemble a one-star armor into this way." At this moment, there was a little more admiration in her contemptuous gaze.

"How about it? How about your Holy Light Angel?" Han Da's mouth was full of saliva. In his heart, if he had the armor in his heart, he had proud capital.

"The difference between a big tree and a croaker, you are a ragged cricket, not as good as a feather of my Holy Light Angel."

Han Damu was speechless. This woman was too merciless. "If you don't want to be buried in the sand, you'd better get into my ragged cricket."

"No", Leng Wuyan said firmly, "I'm just waiting here."

When he got into his armor, who knew what this big mouth fat man thought? How much space could a four-meter-high armor have?

Leng Wuyan once again designated Han Dazui as a rogue pervert. She seemed to have good intentions, but she was really uneasy and wanted to take advantage of her.

The kindness was rejected neatly by Leng Bingbing's woman. Han Dazui was upset. He withdrew his mind and ordered to the mother core chip in front of him: "General Black, turn on the panoramic scanning system and scan the surrounding underground vision."

"Sir, the scanning system has been turned on, with a depth of 298 meters and an area of ​​2500 square meters."

Inside the head of the big coffin, the pictures in front of Han Daxiu's eyes flashed quickly like film-film movies.

"Strange, why is there nothing?" All the pictures were completely red and fine sand, without any suspicion, let alone caves, heavy iron wood.

“Isn’t it here, but nearby?”

Under Han Dazui's control, the head of the coffin moved, walked more than two thousand meters northeast, and then began to scan again.

"Damn it, still not"

...

For more than an hour, Han Dazui scanned the depths of the ground within a radius of more than ten kilometers, but still found no clues.

"There is another situation. If there is no nest anymore, it means that the method of taking the blue-necked ants to lead the way will not work." Han Dazui murmured to himself in the head of the coffin. If he could not find the heavy ironwood, then there is a high possibility of staying in this terrifying desert for a long time and being attacked by the blue-necked ants tribe.

Leng Wuyan, who was standing in the distance, was extremely nervous. Her contact lenses with red silk were almost bleeding. At this time, she could only rely on the big-mouthed man beside her. If he had no choice, what would only wait for her would be death.

At this moment, in Leng Wuyan's astonished gaze, the six-legged cricket began to dig out the sand and soil under his feet. Its six-legged cricket was used together, and its entire torso was completely tilted down, especially the two front feet, which were extremely fast digging and quickly disappeared from the field of view with the naked eye.

This is undoubtedly because Han Dazui did not give up. Perhaps the nest of the blue neck ants was really buried deep under the sand at his feet.

Waiting is hard, especially when it comes to life and death.

It took half a day for the head of the coffin to climb out of a huge pit more than 100 meters deep. Due to the terrain and environmental factors in the desert, the large pit more than 100 meters deep occupied almost a radius of nearly one kilometer.

"Finished, haha..."

The head of the coffin excitedly waved his front foot and stood upside down, completely supporting his body weighing dozens of tons.

At this moment, in the head of the coffin, there were dense passages like spider webs on the pictures. This was the former nest of the Blue Ant Tribe. What was even more amazing is that at the deepest point, more than a dozen crimson red giant trees, 50 or 60 meters high, were inserted horizontally into the cracks of rocks in the deep desert. The giant tree seemed to have no rebirth, but if you look closely, you will find that in the sand around the giant tree, there are countless crimson red metal particles constantly gathering towards the giant tree. The closer you get to the giant tree, the greater the density of the crimson red particles. They constantly squeeze the surrounding sand, making the sand and soil extremely hard, like a large stone slab.
Chapter completed!