Shen Xichen's eyes deepened, and he had also heard of the miasma of rosemary. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info that is not something unusual, and it is not aggressive in itself, and it is not something to be feared.

But if it is placed in an environment like the Earth Demon Abyss, what was originally harmless may also become an accomplice to evil.

"Master, as long as luck protects the whole body and doesn't let it get into the body."

This is the reason why Shen Xichen has always liked to carry the Immortal by his side, not only because he is delicate and the most calm, but also because he is a doctor, the best doctor in the magic capital.

As soon as these poisonous and powdery ones appeared, he could immediately discover them, except for the poisonous witch techniques that were basically extinct like the Wu Clan. It can be said that as long as there is a hell, those poisonous and powdery people will not have a chance to take advantage of it, because he can always find out and find a way to deal with it at the first time.

Although the miasma is pervasive, it is not impossible to deal with, as long as it is not allowed to enter the body. For cultivators, it is not difficult to achieve luck to block the spread in the air.

For a long time, the reason why the miasma of rosemary has been feared is also because there is no one like the Immortal who can detect it in the first place. Often by the time they notice something is wrong, the miasma of rosemary has been in their bodies for a long time.

A thin layer of black mist-like things spread out from his body, like a huge cocoon, enveloping him from beginning to end, isolating the spread of the strange fragrance.

That black thing is demonic energy, something that is unique to the demon people and similar to the divine power of the gods.

On the other hand, there was a layer of dark red flame-like things on Shen Xichen's body, which was the Burning World Jin Yan, the divine fire obtained after accepting the inheritance of the Demon Ancestor thousands of years ago.

Together with the red lotus karmic fire, it is called a divine object between heaven and earth, and it is naturally conceived and formed. But its power is slightly stronger than that of the Red Lotus Karma Fire. This is also the reason why the Red Lotus Karma Fire will appear vulnerable in front of the Burning World Jin Yan.

There was a trace of worry between Shen Xichen's eyebrows, it seemed that Huang Bing had already entered the miasma group, and he didn't know if she was in danger. He knew what she was capable of, but he couldn't help but worry about her.

His fists clenched and lowered, looking a little agitated.

He should hurry up to her, so he can stay by her side.

"Master, Miss Huang is a smart person, she will be fine."

Yu Wuxian, who had disappeared for no reason before, appeared next to a cliff, and his eyes were a little blank. I don't know why I came here, it stands to reason that there will not be such a cliff in the abyss of the earth demons, but he just came here.

His eyes were a little hollow, and his pace was slow, but it was really moving forward.

As if tempted, I knew that there was a cliff ahead, but I still didn't mean to stop, as if the road ahead was a smooth road.

He didn't stop until his feet were on the edge of the cliff and the loose rocks and gravel fell.

He seemed to have just come back to his senses, and took a step back in horror, his expression full of confusion. Looking up and looking around, it was no longer the place just now, and Huang Bing was not around.

What puzzled him was how he could have come to this place and still stand on the edge of a cliff. There was no doubt that he had come on his own, but he had no memory of the journey.

He only knew that he finally walked out of the darkness, and suddenly smelled a very comfortable fragrance, and the whole person's tense spirit relaxed, immersed in a comfortable and comfortable feeling, which made people intoxicated.

By the time he returned to reality from that comfort, he was already on the edge of a cliff. He didn't know when and how he got here, it was as if the memory had vanished out of thin air, no, never.

He glanced ahead, and the cliff was very deep, a black hole, and he didn't know how deep it was, and he didn't know what was down there.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, if he hadn't woken up in time, would he have fallen down now, maybe there would not even be a corpse.

He looked at the bottom of the cliff again, it was pitch black, and a feeling of confusion and panic came to his heart.

As if a pair of eyes were staring at him in the dark, the black cliff bottom seemed to exude a unique temptation, attracting people to keep looking at it.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling, but the next second he couldn't help but look at the bottom of the cliff. The force of that temptation was so strong that he couldn't resist it even if he wanted to.

It was pitch black, and the blackness was constantly magnifying in the eyes, occupying the whole mind. The heart is filled with it, leaving no gaps.

Black is the color of fear and despair, and it can best evoke the saddest, darkest and most unwilling memories in people's hearts. Those black memories that had been sealed in the dust gradually projected clearly in my mind, as if the healing wound was torn apart again, and the blood was suffocating.

In front of his eyes, a child of eight or nine years old knelt alone in the courtyard in the heavy rain. The woman's vicious screams and curses came from the room, each more difficult to hear.

He could clearly see the mad disgust and tearing incantation on the woman's face.

The thin child trembled in the rain, and no one cared about his life or death except for the attendants who followed him. No, all they care about is the blood of that body, as long as they don't die.

He remembered the dark room where he had lived for twenty years, and the disdainful and contemptuous gazes of the people around him.

The word dirty has been with him since the beginning of his cognition, and it has never gone away despite his pain.

From a child to an adult, the malicious eyes and curses never stopped. It's as if a brand has been carved on him, and it will never fade.

Even the so-called father's attention to him is only because he is dead, he has never been cared for, he lives alone in a corner, and the only time he can get care from the outside world is when he is injured and bleeding. Even then, the object of their attention was not him, but that filthy body, filthy blood.

The unrecognized origin, the background full of conspiracy, doomed him to be a black world from the beginning, unable to see sunlight or color.

Those memories that had been pressed in his heart for a long time and had not been touched were like flowing water that opened the floodgates, pouring into his mind one after another. made him almost collapse and almost go berserk.

There was a dull look in his eyes, as if all the brightness was leaving him. Silence, trapped in a black mystery and unable to extricate yourself.

The feeling of despair that had been painful weighed down on my heart, suffocating, and breathless.

His ears were filled with the sound of invective, mockery, and curses, like magic sounds in his ears, lingering. (To be continued.) )