As soon as he walked around the big rock, he laughed: "Ha Lu Ha, Di Shiyin, you ......"

He didn't finish a sentence, and the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat!

Where are the figures of Emperor Shiyin in front of them?

What appeared in front of him was not the boulder he expected, but a large swamp-

There were countless black stones jumping in the swamp, like black skulls.

Above the swamp, there was a colorful mist swirling and lingering, which looked extremely eerie.

How so?!

Feng Xiaoxun's face changed suddenly, what went wrong?!

He was on the right path!

He subconsciously stepped back, his feet were soft, as if he had stepped into the quicksand, and his whole body sank downward.

Not good! He didn't care about thinking about what was wrong, his palm slapped down on the lun, and his body flew straight up to the lun with this reaction force, falling towards a large boulder that was optimistic about the lun.

"Poof!" His foot seemed to have burst a balloon, and the boulder, which looked so good and extremely hard, was actually kicked into powder by him and scattered.

He couldn't help but fall straight into the swamp—

Damn it! That boulder turned out to be a phantom again, which made him fall for it!

Fortunately, he was extremely clever, and when he didn't notice it, his body rolled in the air, and he flew straight up, and plunged into the colored mist above the swamp with a pop—

"Ahem, cough, ahem, ......" I don't know what is in the colorful mist, and his breath is unusually spicy, very choking, so that he can't help coughing twice.

He hurriedly waved his hand and set up an enchantment, protecting his whole body and isolating the colorful mist from the outside.

Stabilizing his body, he looked around, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, and it was cold from his head to his feet.

All the boulders were out of sight, and what appeared in front of him was an endless swamp,

The mud was tumbling in the swamp, it looked black and greasy, and it was bubbling and bubbling —

Such a scene was very familiar to him.

Years ago, he watched thousands of his demon soldiers sink into the swamp, swallowed in mud, and never come out again—

Now it's the past!

The difference is that this time he is the only one who is caught in the formation-

Although there may not be a quagmire on this island, the embarrassment can be condensed with telekinesis, and the quagmire condensed by telekinesis is no different from the real quagmire......

There seems to be a great attraction in this mire, and Feng Xiaoxun must fly into the colorful mist in order to break free from the attraction of the mire.

He rushed left and right in the formation, everything was like the past, he would crash into a ball of flames, then into the poisonous mist, and then struggle, and then like crashing into a void, up and down, left and right, chaotic, white. He didn't even know if he was standing or lying—

He knew in his heart that this should be an illusion, and if he desperately hit it in the direction of the sky, he should be able to crash out.

But—he couldn't tell where the sky was now......