As soon as it was dawn the next day, the group set off again, and the ancient sword sect in the southernmost part of the Chaotian Stone Empire was hurrying away.

Along the way, Zhuo Zichen has been looking for a dangerous mountain and a deserted place to hurry, and within two days of overcoming thorns and thorns, Mu Feng was a little unbearable, and every time the blisters on his feet grew, he had to whisper to beg for help from the incompetent, and several times it also made the incompetent miserable.

When Mu Feng sat in a small town teahouse and once again took off the ground that had been worn off, and stretched his blistered feet to the incompetent, the incompetence finally couldn't help it.

"Let you rest on Qingxuan Mountain, you don't listen, you want to come out with us to join in the fun." While scolding and scolding in his impotent mouth, a faint golden point of light appeared on his fingertips, and the golden point of light gently swept across the blister that Mu Feng was faintly painful, and the blister gradually dissipated, and soon completely subsided.

"What can I do? You don't get tired of walking, and you don't have enough soles for me! Mu Feng turned white and incompetent angrily, and muttered and complained in a low voice.

Looking at the rest of the people in the small teahouse changing their shoes, the road in the past two days has really made Mu Feng tired enough, and the soles of his shoes are almost smoothed, so Zhuo Zichen had to temporarily change lanes to find such a desolate town to change new shoes for everyone, and also take a break to eat some delicious meals.

"Hold on, eat something first." Hearing the bickering between the two, Zhuo Zichen and Xia Ruolan looked at each other with a wry smile and shook their heads again and again, while Yin Feng came to Mu Feng with a bowl of unknown roast meat with a smile on his face, handed it to him and encouraged.

Mu Feng sighed helplessly, and after putting on the new shoes, he didn't pay attention to it, and he directly picked up the bowl and ate it in large pieces.

Even a woman like Xia Ruolan, who is so beautiful and gives people a kind of non-cannibalism, is the same as them in terms of food and housing, as long as she can eat, as long as she can't eat, she can eat it, not to mention that she is still the royal family of the Shenzhou Empire, the strongest empire in the mainland, to say that she loves cleanliness more than anyone else.

"It's really a starving ghost reincarnated, just take off your shoes and change your shoes, and start eating with a smell of feet!" Seeing Mu Feng gobbling up, the incompetence on the side kicked him quite angrily, but when Yin Feng also handed him a bowl of fragrant roast meat, he didn't hesitate to eat it.

Seeing this, Mu Feng and several other people in the teahouse were stunned, and then laughed heartily under the impotent and resentful gaze, and said that he was not particular, and he didn't know who had just touched his stinky feet, and now he was eating without washing his hands!

Five days later, after seven days of starry nights, the six of them finally arrived at the Death Swamp located on the southern edge of the Tianshi Empire in the evening, and at this moment the sun was setting, and there was a murky river between the entrance of the swamp and the place where Mu Feng and them were at this moment.

The turbid, yellow, about seven or eight meters wide, flows through the mountains and forests, like a watershed, and not only the scenery on both sides of the river is different, but also the color of the sky.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the earth, the quiet forests in the mountains were shrouded in golden light, and the death swamp on the other side of the river was shrouded in a layer of gray mist, and the crisp birds and insects chirping in the green hills behind him, the salsa sound of the leaves in the wind, and the dim woods in front of him formed two diametrically opposed scenes, but they were separated by the murky water of the river.

"The Ancient Sword Sect is here?" Mu Feng sat on the pebbles by the river tiredly, looking at the depressing woods opposite, and frowned slightly.

"This is the Death Swamp, and the Ancient Sword Sect is in the swamp." Zhuo Zichen took out the map, and after confirming with Wuyi and the others, he nodded solemnly and replied.

"In a place like this?" Looking at the depressed woods on the other side of the river, the trees behind them were lush and green, while the trees in the swamp looked lifeless at first glance, dense but difficult to find even a single leaf.

"There are countless bottomless mud bogs under these trees, and once they sink in, they can only become nutrients for these trees." Yin Feng's expression became a little solemn, looking at the forest in front of him, and whispered.

"And these trees are still so dead?" Mu Feng was a little puzzled.

"If there is a surplus of nutrients, if you water the flowers too much, the flowers will also die. Over the years, this swamp that stretches for dozens of miles has become a dead place, those trees can't absorb so much nutrients, and even the roots are necrotic and rotten together with the rotting corpses in the woods, and there are many snakes and insects, and gradually a highly toxic miasma is formed, which is why this place is named Death Swamp! ”

Incompetently stepped to Mu Feng's side, shrugged his shoulders and replied softly.

"Build the Immortal Gate in this kind of place?" Looking at the gray and dense fog-shrouded forest in front of him, Mu Feng frowned slightly, thought for a moment and wondered.

Usually the immortal sect is built in an inaccessible place, but the inaccessible and uninhabited poor mountains and evil mountains are not the same, take Santai Mountain and Qingxuanzong as an example, the two immortal sects are located in a place with beautiful scenery like a fairyland on earth, but it is difficult for ordinary people to reach, and they quietly concentrate on cultivation in the beautiful scenery, and choose the Xianmen site in such a miasma poison and endless deep swamps, which makes Mu Feng a little puzzled.

In this highly poisonous miasma, I'm afraid that no one can survive in it except for some poisons, wouldn't it be self-defeating to establish one's immortal gate in such a ghost place?

"That's why the elders feel that this Ancient Sword Sect is not simple, a few years ago, they also participated in some contact between immortal sects from time to time, and there used to be an immortal gate when they crossed that mountain and walked dozens of miles to the east, but it was inexplicably destroyed four years ago, and since then, no one from the Ancient Sword Sect has walked out of this death swamp as if it had disappeared." Zhuo Zichen nodded, raised his finger and whispered to a majestic and beautiful mountain in the distance.

"Gone?" Mu Feng said in surprise.

"Well, in the past, the Ancient Sword Sect had a lot of intersections with many immortal sects on the mainland, and it belonged to the immortal sect that was not at the top of the line, and after that immortal gate was destroyed overnight, several immortal sects that had been friends with the ancient sword sect organized to go in to find them, but found that they seemed to be deliberately evasive, and later suddenly ordered the mountain to be closed and cut off contact with the outside world." Yin Feng smiled bitterly, came to Mu Feng's side, looked at the miasma of death swamp in front of him, and told him.

"How many people are in the Ancient Sword Sect? How strong is it? I think most of the immortal gate you mentioned was done by them, right? After listening to the words of the two, Mu Feng nodded thoughtfully, and after pondering for a while, he looked at the people in front of him and asked seriously.

"Sect Master Qiu Changsheng, a few years ago, the late stage of the Earth Rank, it is unknown whether it has become the Heaven Rank now. There are not many people in the Ancient Sword Sect, there may only be two or three hundred people up and down, but now I don't know how many people they have, the Ancient Sword Sect has a unique occult called the Phantom Ancient Sword, and the name of the Ancient Sword Sect is also because of this mysticism. ”

The impotent expression was solemn, he lowered his head and thought for a long time, and said in a low voice.

"Phantom Ancient Sword?" Mu Feng was surprised, could it be that this is also a swordsmanship?

"The Phantom Ancient Sword is different from your Sanqing Sword Style, your Sanqing Sword Style can be said to be the strongest swordsmanship, the Phantom Ancient Sword is a mystical art, not a simple swordsmanship, remember that the purpose of our trip is to secretly observe what they are doing, and we must not act rashly until the last moment."

Seeing that everyone was almost rested, Zhuo Zichen took out several black silk scarves from his sleeve robe and handed them to everyone, signaling everyone to cover their mouths and noses with them to avoid inhaling too much miasma.

Seeing this, Mu Feng could only let out a soft sigh helplessly, or folded the silk yarn a few times to cover his mouth and nose, for them, even if they didn't have the silk yarn and had the body of a cultivator, their ordinary poisonous gas could only make them feel uncomfortable, even if they didn't use the soul qi to block the miasma in front of them, they were afraid that they would not have to worry about their lives, but Mu Feng could not say it.

"After entering, don't separate two steps apart, don't make a noise easily and use occult arts to avoid alarming the people inside, Mu Feng, you stand in the middle of us." When everyone left their hats in the capital and were fully armed, Zhuo Zichen gave the order to start entering the swamp.

Flowing through the dusk river, everyone quietly walked into this forest full of thick mist miasma, the moment he entered the forest, Mu Feng only felt cold all over his body, and couldn't help shivering, the other side of the river also felt that the temperature was moderate and comfortable, and the temperature dropped extremely after entering the forest, making people feel a chill.

The surrounding thick fog and miasma and soul gas wrapped around them, the visibility was less than 100 meters, and a thick layer of dead branches and rotten leaves had accumulated under their feet, and the feeling of stepping on it was as if they were stepping on cotton, although they covered their mouths and noses with black veils, they could still faintly smell a somewhat pungent smell of rot.

Mu Feng, who was walking in the middle of the crowd, was engrossed and vigilant and followed behind Wu Yi and Zhuo Zichen, Xia Ruolan and Leng Yue walked beside him left and right, and Yin Feng was behind him, about a meter apart from each other, and the oppressive atmosphere allowed Mu Feng to clearly hear each other's breathing and heartbeat in this dead forest.

Everyone didn't speak all the way, only heard the footsteps of "Sasha" made by everyone stepping on the soft and rotten ground, and walked in for about half an hour, Mu Feng understood why Zhuo Zichen arranged himself in the middle of the team.

The further you go inside, the more dense the gas mixed with the miasma becomes, and the first of them, Incompetent and Zhuo Zichen, just waved away a layer of dense fog, and they will soon be able to recondense, and the team maintains such a formation to move forward like a sword stabbing into the body, and the blood can only flow out along the sword body, Mu Feng standing in the team is naturally less exposed to a lot of these poisonous miasma mist.

But even so, after walking for more than half an hour under the protection of everyone, Mu Feng felt a little dizzy and out of breath, and he was unstable and almost fell, and the two women Xia Ruolan and Leng Yue, who were standing beside him, hurriedly reached out and helped him up.

"Are you alright?" Hearing the strange noise behind them, Zhuo Zichen and Incompetent hurriedly stopped and turned to Mu Feng and asked in a low voice.

Mu Feng shook his head, his body was cold in this miasma mist, he felt unable to breathe, and his body trembled.

"Hold on, and a few miles further into the depths of the swamp, which the elders say is much lighter." Incompetently took off the hat on Mu Feng's head, when Zhuo Zichen looked at Mu Feng's face was black, his teeth and lips were clenched, and he felt a little worried, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder a few times to encourage.

Mu Feng nodded, gritted his teeth, insisted on standing up straight, and waved his hand to signal that the people around him did not have to support him, thinking that he had always relied on their help to get to where he was today, Mu Feng really didn't want to become a burden and burden to them.

Incompetent was still a little uneasy, and after signaling everyone to form an impermeable circle, he motioned for him to squat on the ground under Mu Feng's blank gaze.

"That way, even if there are people around, they won't be able to find out!" Impotent half-squatted beside Mu Feng, a little golden light appeared on his fingertips, and such a little light appeared in this kind of dim place all around, which was particularly dazzling, and if someone was watching around, he would definitely be able to find it at a glance.

However, this was like a light in the night, but it was blocked by a circle surrounded by everyone, and Mu Feng understood why he did it.

When the impotent golden fingers touched Mu Feng's forehead, a cold feeling instantly spread throughout Mu Feng's body, making him shiver, his body felt incomparably light and comfortable, and after a while, the feeling of suffocation gradually dissipated, and Mu Feng's slightly darkened face also regained its luster.

"Fortunately, the poisoning is light, let's get out of this miasma as soon as possible, otherwise he will be poisoned after taking two steps, and I won't be able to bear it." Seeing that Mu Feng's face gradually improved, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the golden light on his fingertips instantly dissipated, and he stood up and whispered to the people beside him.

Hearing him say this, Mu Feng also touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment and smirked, although the incomparably thick miasma mist around him who had just stood up was blocked by everyone gathered together, but Mu Feng inhaled a little, and suddenly there was a feeling of nausea and nausea, and his brows instantly furrowed.

"If you go any further, you will enter the swampy area, everyone must be careful, you will be in trouble if you fall into it." Zhuo Zichen nodded, glanced at Mu Feng, and seriously told everyone.

Sure enough, under his leadership, not long after everyone continued to walk forward, just when they were unable to prepare for the second detoxification for Mu Feng, the thick miasma mist in front of them became much thinner, and through this ethereal mist, they were very cheerful.

Behind them was a miasma of poisonous mist, but in front of them was a dark and green swamp, not even a dead tree could be seen, and in this strange swamp there were white bones everywhere, among which there was a huge skull three or four feet wide, and from its sharp fangs, it could be seen that this guy was not a vegetarian in his life.

The skull alone is so big, you can imagine how terrible this behemoth must have been when it was alive, but such a big thing is buried here and turned into a pile of white bones, I really don't know how many unknown dangers there are in this endless swamp with only a faint mist, how many creatures are buried in this swamp, how many creatures die here and turn into bones.