A dark swamp was littered with shallow-looking black water tans, and some of the pools contained the bones of Bai Sensen, and I don't know if they were beasts or humans, and there was a foul smell wafting in the air, and it was impossible to tell what was rotten or the smell of stinky water. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are places where there is a touch of vegetation, but the color is also gray, and it seems that in the swamp, even the plants have mutated.

No one knows where it's safe in the swamp, maybe they get stuck in it by accident, and then there is no then.

In addition to the native, sinister creatures in the swamp, the most difficult thing to guard against is the ubiquitous poisonous gas, Nangong pulled out the flying boat, but Meng Hong's huge body, Nangong was speechless for a while, and could only silently retract it. Fan Zhongling covered his nose, but he was unwilling to fly on the swamp, so he decisively sat in the flying boat and handed over the safety to Nangong to be responsible.

Meng Hong didn't know how to dance the sky, and Meng Hong said that the Djinn Clan couldn't fly, and they were the natural darlings of the earth. Only by stepping on the earth can they have great power. Sure enough, Meng Hong would not sink into the wet swamp, and the ground would become hard ground with every step, Nangong did not have this ability, and it was very aura-consuming to use the Dancing Technique for a long time, so he simply sat on Meng Hong's shoulder.

According to Fan Zhongmin, there was an immortal cave in this treacherous swamp, and there was one thing he needed in the cave. Meng Hong strode towards the swamp, some swamp crocodiles saw Meng Hong's huge body consciously shrink into the swamp, and some spirit beasts that didn't have long eyes wanted to come over and gnaw on this big piece of meat, but they turned into roast meat. This seemingly treacherous swamp seemed to Nangong and Meng Hong to have turned into an outing, and the two couldn't help but relax their vigilance and continued to walk deeper into the swamp.

As the sky grew darker, Meng Hong cast a spell to harden a piece of land, and the three of them started a fire and rested. Fan Zhongling has always put on this shield, it seems that taste is the natural enemy of women.

Nangong took out his own food to cook and sprinkled cumin, Meng Hong sat on the edge and gluttonously mouthful, dripping saliva on the ground, and there was almost a small puddle. Nangong gave the roasted leg of mutton to Meng Hong, and Meng Hong gnawed the leg of mutton in three or two clicks, just like gnawing a small chicken leg, and then continued to drool. Nangong shook his head, pulled out the whole sheep from the ring, and began to roast the whole sheep feast. The golden oil dripped into the fire, the flames rose, roasting the mutton, and a burst of meat fragrance wafted around.

"It's so fragrant~ I haven't eaten roast lamb for many years!" An eerie voice suddenly appeared around the trio. Who ~ Nangong pulled out Tai'a. Fan Zhongling pulled out a whip. Meng Hong protects the roasted whole sheep. This person can avoid the divine consciousness of several people and appear around, and his cultivation must be far beyond everyone, Nangong knows that he is invincible, so he must first explore the void and reality.

"The seniors show up, and the juniors still have good wine here." Nangong took out a few barrels of beer from the ring, opened the lid, and a burst of wheat's unique fragrance wafted out. "Good wine" An old man with a leather bag and a skeleton jumped down from a tree, but he landed without any sound, and Nangong released his divine sense. The old man seemed to be aware of it, and raised his eyes to look at Nangong. Nangong hurriedly withdrew his divine sense.

Nangong stepped forward and handed a roasted leg of lamb and a large cup of beer to the old man: "I don't know the name of the seniors." The old man devoured the leg of mutton, and he didn't mind his mouth full of oil. He poured a large glass of beer in one go, and casually threw it to Nangong to fill it up. Nangong smiled bitterly and hurriedly went up to serve. Wait for the old man to finish off a leg of lamb and eat half a large barrel of beer. The old man's belly was already bulging. "Ah~ delicious barbecue and beer! I haven't eaten in years. Boy, I'm very happy, just tell you my name, don't be afraid. Lao Tzu is under the throne of the Jade Emperor, under the throne of the Eastern Heavenly Throne, the giant spirit is in charge of the territory, and the general is robbed. How about it, I'm scared~ Lao Tzu, I am an immortal among immortals, a general among immortal soldiers, and the ancestor of giant spirits. I'm scared! The old man tilted his head and seemed to be very awesome.

Nangong looked at this old man, he was not yet tall, and he claimed to be the Giant Spirit Ancestor? In tattered clothes, or a general? Although Xiu Wei seems to be quite strong, he doesn't look like an upper-class person no matter how he looks at it, and the "senior" Nangong is about to speak.

Needless to say, the old man waved his hand to Nangong not to speak: I know that you admire me very much, it just so happens that Lao Tzu has been in a ghost place for five hundred years, and his mouth has faded out of a bird, so you can go back to the cave with me and serve me well for a month, and I will naturally give you a creation. The old man pointed at Fan Zhongling and Meng Hong again: "Do you two know how to cook?" The two shook their heads. Useless fellow, you big man should be my descendant, come over to me, you little girl will give me as far as I can. ”

The old man's sleeves fanned, Fan Zhongling was directly fanned out I don't know how far, the old man pressed on the top of Meng Hong's head again, Meng Hong's whole body bones sounded like noisy beans, it can be seen to the naked eye that Meng Hong has grown a few points taller, Meng Hong was about to try his strength, and was fanned by the old man again, I don't know how far he flew out. The old man lifted Nangong and flew forward.

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