Zhang Ning collected the loot and planned to leave here as soon as possible, in case there was any backup or secret chess that Meilan didn't know.

Looking at the extent of the damage to the paper sailboat, Zhang Ning sacrificed a flying sword.

As soon as he stepped on the flying sword and was about to accelerate, a beam of black sand with a strong wind shot towards his flying sword at great speed.

Zhang Ning immediately mobilized his spiritual power to rise into the air, and kicked away the flying sword at the same time, but the flying sword was still rubbed by the black sand, and it quickly decayed and blackened from the hilt, turning into volatile black ash.

Zhang Ning knew that he had encountered the swamp demon beast puppet recorded in the book.

This kind of monster beast is very difficult, they have no body, but a shadow-like spirit, lurking in the swamp to sneak up on their prey with black sand, feeding on the black ash made of prey.

After a monk or demon beast is targeted by it, it will always be subjected to intensive attacks, as long as it is shot by the black sand, the shell will immediately turn black and decay, and the soul can escape from the body.

Zhang Ning's divine sense sensed that the yellow-brown swamp with hot bubbles under his feet had almost materialized the malice towards him.

What's worse is that his thermos cup armor is also in jeopardy......

Zhang Ning took out a telescope with a rangefinder function and carefully examined the swamp below, hoping to find traces of the puppet...... Nothing was found, and it seems that his detection magic weapon needs to be further upgraded.

Suddenly, dozens of black sand rays shot towards Zhang Ning at the same time from dozens of different directions, with different speeds from far and near, striving to hit Zhang Ning at the same time.

He fired dozens of ballpoint pen blasters in the direction of the black sand, and shot them into the air at the same time.

Zhang Ning was able to dodge the attack of the black sand, but a huge white eagle demon suddenly appeared above his head, and the sharp claws covered with iron-colored fine scales like steel grabbed at Zhang Ning's face.

Another kind of swamp monster, the fluttering eagle! What does it mean for this kind of eagle to feed on the giant reptile taro pede in the swamp and suddenly attack itself?

Zhang Ning immediately changed his position, flew flat, and the sharp claws of the fluttering eagle scratched huge claw marks on the cuirass of the thermos cup.

He spun around, slid out of his thorn like a swim, and flew above the mire of hot yellow-brown steam.

Zhang Ning was about to adjust the operation rate of the aura in his body, and the pool of yellow soup at the bottom boiled violently, Zhang Ning put the spiritual power into the barely supported thermos cup, and the high-temperature yellow soup blowout several zhang high shot towards Zhang Ning instantly.

As far as the eye and the mind could see, it was all scorched......

It was cold all around.

Zhang Ning: "???"

- What the hell is this place?

The surging red and bright yellow magma was only a few millimeters from the tip of his nose, and he didn't feel the heat at all.

Although Zhang Ning's body was exhausted of spiritual power, it was not restrained or restricted in mana, so there was no discomfort.

After taking a few steps back, he slowed down against time and swallowed a few pills before taking a closer look......

The 360-degree 360-degree blind spots up and down and left and right were all flowing magma, and the magma was isolated by some kind of barrier, but he was in a cold, irregularly shaped space, and the shape of the space was slowly changing.

In the midst of confusion, a passage appeared on the right-hand side.

Clearly setting it as a trap, he looked around at the transparent and soft "wall" that was approaching with firm steps, and without hesitation, he jumped into the rhythmic passage of breath and breath.

After a dozen breaths, before the corridor closed, he finally came to the other end of the passage.

He threw himself headlong into the darkness.

Although vision is not the most important thing for monks, the sudden darkness is still not suitable for those who are accustomed to eyes.

Zhang Ning was busy on guard, and maximized his divine sense, and at the same time sacrificed a monocular with a ranging function to survey.

Suddenly, there was a shock wave of the autumn wind, which made his control of the magic weapon tremble a little!

What kind of spell is this?