The fourteenth prison has the opportunity to break the mantra/brothers help each other to kill out of the walled city

(1) There is a large swampy area in the southwest of the country of Yu about two mountains, in which large and small puddles are linked, the water is dark and black, muddy and sparse, and there are bubbles bubbling up in the stagnant water from time to time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf you are not careful, you will be stuck in the mud and will be unable to extricate yourself from the quagmire and die in the quagmire, this swamp often has a foul air floating in the sky, and you can smell the fishy smell wafting from a distance, so that people can easily know its existence.

In the heart of the swamp, on a slightly firmer, damp ground, there are three small piles of stones of different sizes, in a triangular shape.

On the only remaining willow tree dozens of steps away from the pile of stones, in the swaying red thick branches, Xingzhan crouched in it, and he had been staying for three days and two nights without leaving the branches.

At this time, a waning moon fell in the southwest sky, and the stars blinked. Xingzhan carried a bow and arrow, with the help of the glimmer of the stars and the moon, and watched intently from the wicker gap in the direction of the stone pile not far away.

In order to relieve Su Ying's increasingly heavy evil poison, he turned to the amazing great wizard Wu Peng, and when he heard that he could help Su Ying detoxify but needed the nine-tailed fox as a medicine, he was surprised.

Not only had he heard of this monster beast nine-tailed fox, but someone in the tribe had accidentally been killed by it and died. The corpses were in a terrible state, their stomachs were dismantled, their brains and internal organs were hollowed out and eaten, leaving only flesh and skin.

The trip was not impulsive, but prepared.

Under Wu Peng's guidance, he flew to this inaccessible swamp, chose a small piece of dry field, and according to Wu Peng's instructions, picked up stones and stacked them into three piles, and buried the three palm-sized pieces of black wood he handed over to him.

This link is Wu Peng's special explanation, these three pieces of wood are by no means ordinary, it is a magical tree called Misty, the wood presents a black vein, and the surface overflows with a faint brilliance. As for the reason for burying this object, Xingzhan did not ask about it, and Wu Peng did not clarify it, only told that a spell had been placed on the sacred tree, and it was enough to do so.

After everything was done, Xingzhan flew away and hid in the branches of a large willow tree not far away, waiting quietly for three days and two nights.

Now, it was the third night, Xingzhan was curled up in the willow branches, how anxious his heart was, the water and food he had brought had been emptied, and he even began to question whether this hard work had worked, and whether he could really trap the spiritual nine-tailed fox!

There was a dead silence in the depths of the swamp at night, except for the occasional gurgling of bubbles in the stagnant water in the puddles of the beach.

The three piles of stones glowed in the darkness of the night, and the long weeping branches of the great willow trees not far away swayed back and forth in the breeze, like a great gloomy shadow guarding the swamp, ready to devour the invading enemy.

In the distance, two bright green lights and shadows jumped and flickered, flickering left and right, up and down, from far to near.

Bursts of baby-like cries spread through the swamp.

If this sound is placed in a normal place, it will not cause too many repercussions. But in this dark night and terrifying swamp, it is particularly poignant.

There was an aura of death slowly approaching, permeating the swamp, Xingzhan's heart was violently pinched, and a drop of bean cold sweat rolled down his sideburns inadvertently.

Xingzhan had a hunch that it was really coming. He quietly picked up his bow and buckled his arrows, just in case.