Chang Yichun looked at Wu Ji with full eyes, and thought to himself: "Haha, the rise of Huangchen is already a sure thing. Hug my thighs, whether it's fighting or eating in the future, I don't have to worry about shortening me anymore!"

"What's wrong?" Shadow's voice came from behind, half concerned, half alert. Looking at Fang Ran's back from a distance, he looked familiar with the road, and he didn't seem to be affected by this poor vision at all, and he didn't even lose the direction at all.

Along the way, although there were some twists and turns, it was obviously also to avoid the poisonous miasma. As for the tabula rasa and the blue tiger, they are naturally adapted to all kinds of extreme spiritual power in the wilderness, but at the moment, there is no problem, and they don't need the protection of the severance charm.

His black robe fluttered with the mountain wind, and his figure fluttered, like a ghost. The stronger the opponent, the braver he becomes.

In many cases, it is not his strength that stabilizes the opponent, but with a momentum, the victory is finally established.

But on the bitter swamp, the poisonous miasma rises, covering the sky and the sun, and even the slightest moonlight can't penetrate it, let alone have any vision.

Looking back, in addition to a piece of yellow sand behind him, further away, there is only the boundless wilderness from which he came, and the Qiyun Peak that still stands there, looking like it pierces straight into the sky.

This kind of demon beast, scattered on the wilderness, doesn't need money, just pick it up?

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