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I saw a fourth-generation disciple walking well with the earth shrinking technique, and somehow stepped into the soil, and then the whole body sank in, only the upper body was exposed, and the person was still sinking into the ground. Shockingly, with every inch he sank, the dirt around his waist churned out a green patch of muddy water, like saliva from an animal when it eats. As the green muddy water soaked in, the skin of the whole body of the man turned muddy green, like a gray-headed and dusty gecko.

"Is this land alive?" Someone next to him exclaimed.

"Help me!" The man's face turned pale, and his hands were waving vigorously in the air, trying to grasp something to drag him out of this strange land. A monk who was traveling with him heard the cry for help, and subconsciously stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull him out.

"Don't touch him!" A loud shout came from the crowd, but unfortunately it was too late. The two of them clasped their hands firmly together a second ago, and the kind rescuer tried hard to pull his friend out, but he didn't expect the attraction in the mud to be too huge, and he swallowed the man in the field with only one arm left after dividing five by two. Then the suction power did not decrease but increased, and he actually wanted to drag the rescuer into the ground!

The rescuer was shocked and hurriedly let go of his hand to protect himself, but he didn't expect that the man's hand in the field was stained with green liquid at some point, and the liquid was amazingly sticky, and he always stuck the palms of the two people together. The rescuer finally changed his face, and used his strength to pull his arms, but it still had no effect, and he saw that all the connected arms were about to be swallowed into the ground, and he was the next to be swallowed!

"Cut off the man's hand in the field!"

At the critical moment, another loud shout came from the crowd, and all the four generations of disciples looked sideways, only to see that the person who spoke was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. The young man was dressed in fur, with a high forehead and thin bones, his hair draped casually behind his neck, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his face grim. Many people recognized that the previous reminder of "don't touch him" also came from this person's mouth.

Hearing the young man's shout, the rescuer also reacted immediately, and hurriedly pinched a trick with his left hand, and the next second the package on his back was torn apart violently, and a curved blade in the shape of a full moon flew out of it, whistling and cutting off the arm of the man in the ground. However, this land that swallows people seems to have thoughts, and knowing his thoughts in advance, the suction of the soil suddenly increases, and it directly brings the last arm of the man into the ground, and also sinks the arm of the rescuer in half. The Full Moon Knife lost its target and suddenly stopped in the air, letting out a soft buzzing sound.

"Not good!" The rescuer, seeing his arms and elbows down, finally panicked completely, and after a half-unsuccessful pull, he looked at the crowd of people around him, and prayed for someone to pull him in the same way as the first man to fall. At this time, people saw the consequences of his rescue, how dare they pull him again? Everyone shy away, looking at him as if they were looking at a plague god.

The rescuer was stunned when he saw this, his face showed a vicious light, and he roared: "They are all disciples of the same sect, if you don't save you when you die, you are so ruthless!" ”

Many people looked ashamed, but they still stood there and did not dare to move.

"Pull him up with a magic weapon."

Seeing the green dirt swallow the man's entire arm into the soil, another shout was heard from the crowd, and the people turned around to find that it was not the cold boy who had spoken before, but an even younger one. The young man, dressed in white and with empty hands and no bags, stood in the crowd to warn him, and next to him stood a panting and sweaty teenager of the same age.

The person who spoke out was Wu Ming, and as for the young man beside him, it was naturally Feng Jingyu, who was out of breath.

The cold young man who spoke up before turned his head when he heard the voice, glanced at Wu Ming, who suddenly appeared, revealing a hint of inquiry, and then sneered: "Who is willing to risk the magic weapon being swallowed to save people?" ”

Wu Ming looked around, and sure enough, he didn't see anyone moving, he frowned and was just about to speak, but the cold young man had already spoken again: "Cut off your own hand, you can still live!" ”

There was a sound of discussion in the crowd, and the cold young man cut off his hands and cut off his hands one by one, although it was indeed a solution, but it was too vicious, and how many people were able to do it to their fellow disciples?

When the rescuer heard that he was going to cut off his hands, cold sweat flowed down his brain, and the full moon knife that he commanded trembled slightly in the air, and it was already close to his shoulder blades, but he couldn't cut it down. With this hesitation, his right hand had already been dragged into the dirt, and his shoulders would be pulled in if he hesitated, and it would be too late to cut it at that time!

"Ignorance, compared to life, a hand is nothing!" The cold young man turned around with a sneer, apparently not thinking about this matter anymore.

When it was too late, people only heard the sound of the sword unsheathed, and then the figure flashed, and a sword light came first, directly slashing at the shoulder of the rescuer. Before the rescuer could even scream, his entire right hand was cut off by Qi Gen, and blood splattered all over their bodies.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they stopped intently following the figure, only to see that the person who made the shot was actually Wu Ming in white!

"Ahh ......" screams were too late.

Wu Ming put his sword into the sheath, wiped the blood on his face with half of his white sleeves, ignored the horrified eyes of the people around him, as if he had done a trivial matter of swatting a mosquito to death, and stepped back into the crowd, and people gave way to him.

"Ah uncle, you ......" Feng Jingyu looked at Wu Ming, who was half covered in blood, and was stunned, Wu Ming patted him on the shoulder to signal that he was fine. The main reason for his shot was to test the use of the lower intention technique in actual combat, and saving people was just incidental.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The cold young man came to Wu Ming's side at some point, handed him a clean sweat towel, and then asked with interest.

Wu Ming took the sweat towel and wiped the blood stains on his body, and said, "Wu Ming." ”

"My name is Ling Zhou, and I am a fourth-generation disciple of the Sword Pavilion." The cold young man was not as cold as before at this time, looking at his appearance, he seemed to appreciate Wu Ming's decisive sword before, "Which line of disciples are you?" ”

"This is Senior Brother Feng of the Huayuan First Lineage, as for my ......" Wu Ming paused, and was thinking that if he didn't say the name of the Soul Exorcism First Lineage, there were several frightened shouts from the crowd. The three of them looked back to see several more in the group sunk into the eerie muddy green earth, one of whom had been swallowed to the point of having only one head left.

"What the hell is this?" Feng Jingyu looked at it in a cold sweat.

"The Green Poison Swamp, a rare swamp that only exists in the Barrier Mountains, is full of toxins, and the venom is extremely viscous, and ordinary qi refining cultivators can only survive if they have severed limbs." Ling Zhou took the initiative to open his mouth to solve the doubts of the two.

"Senior Brother Ling knows so much about the characteristics of this poisonous swamp, it must not be the first time he has entered the Barrier Eye Ridge, right?" Wu Ming asked.

"Plus, this is the third time I've entered the mountain." Ling Zhou smiled proudly, "I didn't enter the center of the ridge two times before, and this time I want to give it a try." ”

"I see." Wu Ming nodded, then looked at a few fourth-generation disciples who were about to be swallowed by the green swamp, and asked, "I wonder if Senior Brother still has a way to save them?" ”

"The only way to save yourself from falling into a poisonous swamp is to save yourself." When it comes to saving people, Ling Zhou's tone is a little indifferent, "Before falling into half of the body, you can live by cutting off the torso that you are trapped, and if you hesitate, you will die, it's as simple as that." After saying this, he glanced at Wu Ming again and reminded, "Senior Brother Wu Ming, although I appreciate your decisiveness in saving people, you still have to leave these people alone, your own lives can only be saved by yourself, and it is not fair to you to let you bear these for them." Besides, those who don't know how to make trade-offs are not worthy of living in this ridge. ”

Wu Ming was silent, this senior brother of Lingzhou was a little unbalanced when he mentioned saving people, it was estimated that there was something bad in this regard, and Wu Ming was inconvenient to ask more. But what he said also makes sense, Wu Ming is not a compassionate sage, those who fall into the swamp are not willing to harm themselves, do you want him to cut them one by one?

"Actually, you can't blame them, after all, everyone is only four generations of disciples." Feng Jingyu felt that the four generations of disciples were still qualified after all, if this happened to the three generations of disciples, it would not be a matter at all, they had already decisively harmed themselves to save their lives, or it was possible to use magic weapons to rescue each other, and for the three generations of disciples, one or two ordinary magic weapons could still be easily taken out.

"This time, I'm afraid that the three generations of disciples are also busy."

A vague phantory shadow appeared in the white mist in front of them, and everyone looked at it, and those figures were actually dozens of third-generation disciples who had been running in front of them early in the morning! At this time, these three generations of disciples, who were extremely proud on weekdays, were all embarrassed, disgraced, some in rags, some covered in blood, and retreated like soldiers who had eaten a defeated battle.

"How so? Can a mere poisonous swamp threaten three generations of disciples? Feng Jingyu's mouth opened wide in disbelief.

Before the words fell, a strange ape with a mane all over its body and a red face rushed out of the encirclement of the three generations of disciples, howling and pounced on the three of them.

The danger of the poisonous swamp has just begun, and a huge demon ape has rushed out here!

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