Zheng Qian's face was stagnant, and a sentence was blocked in his throat for a long time without squeezing it out.

The old man shook his head, led the cow and turned away, still muttering: "I really don't know what young people think now, you have to find here to find death!"

Zheng Qian's face suddenly turned black, and it was difficult to ask again, so he could only rely on himself.

Carrying a simple bag on his back, Zheng Qian began to hike up the mountain.

The mountains and forests are very dense, the more you go up, the more the tall canopy covers the sky and the sun, even if it is only three o'clock in the afternoon, but the mountains and forests are already like evening, the dim light, coupled with the cold and cold forests, is a plain and unprovoked addition to a trace of fear.

"According to what Elder Long said, the one ahead should be the Miasma Forest!" Zheng Qian muttered to himself and continued to walk forward.

After a while, Zheng Qian came to a swamp.

The grass in front of it is full of wild grass, forming small puddles, in which there are still small bubbles.

Zheng Qian knows that these puddles, as long as you step on them, your body will definitely sink into them, according to the records, no one has come to this place for a long time, the wild grass here is one year old and one withered, spring and autumn decline, layer by layer of rotten grass to cover it, who knows how many traps there are.

It is said that in the past, when the anti-Japanese war was fought, many villagers came here to avoid the chaos in order to avoid the Japanese invaders, and few people walked over, and several companies of the Japanese invaders came in and were also swallowed up by this swamp.

"It's very yin here!"

Zheng Qian frowned slightly, went to the side to cut off a wooden stick, and walked forward tentatively.

One foot deep, one foot shallow, and slowly Zheng Gan's figure had disappeared into a thick miasma.

At this moment, on the edge of the swamp where Zheng Qian was standing before, a white figure stood still, suddenly, with a breeze blowing, the miasma drifted away, and the figure seemed to be scattered in the wind.

……

"Squeak!"

The wooden stick in Zheng Qian's hand poked into the ground, but suddenly it was as if it had been bitten by something, and it creaked.

His expression tightened, and at this moment, a thin palm full of mud suddenly fell deep in the rotten grass in front of him and grabbed Zheng Gan's wooden stick.

"Where is the evil animal, get out of here!"

Zheng Qian was not polite, his palm flipped over, and a palm thunder exploded instantly, falling fiercely into the rotten grass pit, directly bursting out of a pile of mud, and a tattered skeleton was also blown out of it, muddy, and the clothes on his body were vaguely visible with a white and red heart symbol on his left shoulder.

"It's a wolf!"

Zheng Qian's brows furrowed, his eyes swept over, and he immediately regretted the palm thunder just now.

Because the movement was too loud, the other mud puddles were also bubbling at the moment, and one by one the muddy palms began to bubble out.

Zheng Qian saw this scene, and his scalp suddenly went numb.

"You gangsters, who plagued us in life, and could not be reincarnated in a foreign place when they died, and now they are resentful, and they will come to stop me when they die, even so, today I will surpass you!"

A trace of fierceness flashed in the depths of Zheng Qian's eyes, and at the same time, on the palm of his hand, the seal changed.

As a purple arc of lightning flashed across his fingertips, and then, in that space, a thick thunderbolt roared like an angry dragon crossing a river.

"Kara!"

A dull sound came, and where Zheng Gan's palm pointed, a thick thunderbolt exploded violently and fell from the sky.

"Bang!"

At that moment, the bone palms sticking out of the large rotten grass and mud pit in front of him were all shattered.

Zheng Qian didn't have time to stay here and strode forward.

Where the soles of his feet passed, the power of thunder exploded instantly.

Zheng Qian used the wind control technique, the speed was very fast, and the place where his body passed was like a wind and clouds, and the things in the mud behind him were almost completely crushed.

The rumbling sound kept coming.

Finally, when Zheng Qian raised his feet and left the swamp, he looked back, the swamp was in shambles, and a dark path that was still emitting black smoke bombarded by the power of thunder was particularly conspicuous.

"Hmph, you should have understood a long time ago, we Huaxia are not easy to bully!"

When Zheng Qian was complacent, suddenly, at that moment, the ground shook for a while.

"Huh?" Zheng Qian's face was startled, and he jerked towards the middle of the swamp in front of him.

There, the mud was tumbling and churning, bulging upwards like a fountain, and then soon the churning mud began to rotate, like a whirlpool, and it grew bigger and bigger, and the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the area of the whirlpool was more than ten square meters.

And this, this increasing trend has not stopped, and it is still growing.

"Not good!"

An extremely strange momentum suddenly locked on Zheng Qian, making his heart sink.

Immediately, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and quickly pulled out the Fang Tian painting halberd on his chest with one hand to open the way, while pulling out his feet and running wildly.

"Roar!"

Before leaving, Zheng Qian looked back, in the swamp whirlpool, a giant skeleton man three meters high slowly stood up, to be precise, this was not a complete humanoid skeleton, but a large skeleton condensed from many other skeletons.

In the two huge eye sockets of the skeleton, the two green flames were extremely bright, and even Zheng Qian couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he saw it.

"Damn, these resentful spirits are still together, it's a big trouble, and the palm thunder has split this evil beast!"

Zheng Qian had a headache, and he didn't dare to stop at all.

However, the three-meter-tall skeleton behind him was not slow, and quickly followed.

A grunting sound followed.

"Roar!"

The monster skeleton let out a strange roar from its mouth, and then shook off the skeletal palm the size of a fan, and slammed it towards Zheng Gan's back.

Zheng Qian dared to confront it, turned around and left.

"Bang!"

A low explosion rang out, and Zheng Qian clearly saw that a tree the waist thickness of an adult next to where he was standing before was directly broken by the waist.

"it!"

Zheng Qian felt a headache even more, this monster is not something he can deal with at all, he knew why he used the palm thunder, he really died by himself, and it also confirmed the old saying, if you don't die, you won't die.

The speed of the three-meter-tall skeleton was faster than Zheng Qian's, if it weren't for Zheng Gan's flexible hiding in Tibet, he might really be lined up into a meatloaf with one palm.

Suddenly, the skeleton jumped up violently and jumped directly in front of Zheng Gan, and the huge palm slapped down without warning.

Zheng Qian's face changed greatly, and it was too late to dodge, so he had to carry it hard.

Fang Tian drew a halberd and slashed directly at the skeleton's palm.

"Dang!"

There was a low sound of metal colliding, and the place where Fang Tian's halberd and the skeleton's palm collided actually burst into sparks.

But this only slowed down the skeleton's attack, and soon, the huge palm fell again.

"Click!"

The tree broke, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in Zheng Qian's hand also flew out and fell to the ground.

Zheng Gan's figure flew upside down by a direct impact, hitting the trees behind him fiercely, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Without waiting for Zheng Qian to react, the skeleton's attack was very fast, followed by another blow to Zheng Qian......