Under Bing Shen Yan's body, those dark red wet grasses irrigated by blood suddenly grew, like dense hair, rising into the sky at an extremely terrifying speed, winding towards Bing Shen Yan, whose breath was sluggish.

scold

The latter frowned, and swung his brilliant drill at the flying shrubs, intending to destroy them.

"Let's go!"

Zhuo Chuan almost roared, his body trembled uncontrollably, but he was held by the pitch-black clay, and he couldn't get out for a short time.

Bing Shen Yan's attack had no effect at all, his magic practice was like an ordinary flame encountering 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice, leaving no trace on the shrubs.

Phew

The next moment, he cast the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique, and at the same time, there was a wave of breathless qi around his body, guarding himself.

But the weirdness of the shrub grass made people's hearts palpitate, completely ignoring Bing Shenyan's resistance, and in an instant, it pierced the green eagle god form, collapsed the qi wave, and headed towards his body.

"Save ...... Save ......"

The speed of the dark red shrub grass was too fast, the evil nature was amazing, Bing Shenyan couldn't dodge it, he was entangled in an instant, countless wet grasses covered him, and the cry for help stopped abruptly.

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The shrubs trapped him inside, and red blood spilled out of it, absorbed by the wet grass, and seemed to be a little more scarlet in color.

Bing Shenyan was dragged by the blades of grass to the depths of the wetland clay, Zhuo Chuan couldn't stop it, and the bombardment of the spell had no effect, so he could only watch him die here, and his bones were gone.

Now, they seem to know why the shrubs here are dark red......

"Have you seen enough?!" Zhuo Chuan's eyes were cold, falling on Zhang Wenlin, who had been staying out of the matter.

The latter smiled lightly and made eye contact with him.

"I haven't seen enough, I want to see you go through it again. Zhang Wenlin's face was gloomy, and there was an undisguised sneer on the corner of his mouth.

It's really an eye-opener, Zhuo Chuan is trapped, and his body can't move a bit, this is his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"I'll help you bleed!" he sacrificed a life point magic weapon and pointed at Zhuo Chuan from afar.

while

Zhuo Chuan naturally couldn't sit still, and took out the ancient sword of the magic soldier from the ancient ring and blocked it in front of him.

In this wetland clay area, he must not shed blood, otherwise Bing Shen Yan will be a lesson from the past.

rumble

Zhang Wenlin stood in place, summoned several magic soldiers to attack Zhuo Chuan, not to kill, as long as he let a drop of blood fall in the wetland swamp, this person will definitely die.

The spell roared, one after another sword qi and swords were vertical and horizontal, and the brilliant divine light was dazzling, and the two fought hundreds of moves in a very short period of time, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom.

"No wonder Mo Kun died at your hands!" Zhang Wenlin was surprised, it was hard to imagine how a Tianzu Cultivator could have such combat power.

The two kept fighting, the magic soldiers were agitated, the secret arts were flying, the sonorous sound was endless, the light was soaring, the god was roaring, and the rain was dizzying.

rumble

Zhang Wenlin unfolded the white ink landscape map, urged it with all his divine power, and summoned a magnificent ink mountain in the picture scroll to burst down, and the breath swept through the four desolations.

Finally, in a scattered piece of ink stone, Zhuo Chuan's figure collapsed, and his entire body exploded, turning into misty light and rain fragments scattered.

"Illusion?" Zhang Wenlin was shocked, all this turned out to be an illusion, none of them were real, and the so-called Bing Shen Yan and Zhuo Chuan did not exist at all.

He tried to go backwards, but found that at some point his feet had sunk into the wet clay beneath his feet, as if they were being clutched by the claws of a demon, and he couldn't break free.

People are fake, they are illusions, but this legendary Jedi is real, and now he is trapped in it, neither magic nor magic can help.

rumble

Zhang Wenlin was unwilling, and used the white ink landscape to protect himself, summoning a seven-foot bamboo sail and a peach wood sword, wanting to forcibly get rid of it.

But he failed, and his feet seemed to grow in a swamp, and every flow of his divine power became even worse.

At this moment, he thought of what happened to Bing Shen Yan in the illusion, his back was cold, and his face was extremely stiff.

"Is everything just now an illusion or a reality...... Is the remnant of the Lonely Goose Gate really dead?" he muttered, trying all sorts of ways to get out of the clay.

But the fact is that it has failed again and again, even if there are streaming CDs, white ink landscape maps, seven-foot bamboo sails and peach wood swords, it is not enough, and the gods fall Jedi seem to ignore all secret treasures, how can they be helpless.

However, he thought of Zhuo Chuan in the illusion, if everything was true, then he would probably get rid of this Jedi and survive.

"His feet have runes of life and death, as well as a divine power!"

There is no doubt that it is Zhuo Chuan's method, which has extreme speed, and because of this, he was able to escape under Shi Changkong's nose before, and it was difficult to catch up with the seven-foot bamboo sail.

Zhang Wenlin was unwilling to die, but after seeing what happened to Bing Shenyan in the illusion, he didn't dare to cut off his feet, which would only make him fall into death faster.

"Yo, isn't this Zhang Wenlin Daoyou, how did you get here? What a coincidence!"

Just as he was at a loss, a familiar voice came from the trees behind him.

Immediately, two figures slowly walked out of the darkness!

"Zhuo Chuan, Peng Wei?!" there was anger in his eyes.

Bing Shenyan didn't die, and Zhuo Chuan wasn't trapped, the two of them kept hiding in the shadows, waiting for Zhang Wenlin to throw himself into the net.

"You are shameless!" Zhang Wenlin was furious, the so-called illusion was fake, it didn't exist at all, and the two culprits were now standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile on their faces.

Hearing this, Zhuo Chuan pinched his nose helplessly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "We haven't done anything, where is shameless?"

Next to him, Bing Shenyan also nodded in agreement, they really didn't move their hands and feet, everything was a strange illusion of this wetland.

At that time, when he and Zhuo Chuan passed through this place, they also encountered a vision and almost fell into it.

At the critical moment, the cool secret power at Zhuo Chuan's eyebrows flowed, his divine sense was empty, and he discovered the suspicion in an instant, shattered the illusion, and used the secret technique of shrinking the ground into inches and the magic power to break the ban and get rid of it.

Fortunately, the two of them only fell into it a little, and it took Zhuo Chuan half an hour to rescue Bing Shenyan, and he fled from this place with palpitations.

Then, they hid in the shadows and waited for Zhang Wenlin's arrival.

The final result was the same as they thought, the third grandson of the Pavilion Master was trapped, and he couldn't escape by all means, so he could only wait for death.

Zhang Wenlin Meiyu was frightened, no one wanted to die, he was no exception, now seeing Zhuo Chuan, there was hope for life in his eyes.

"You rescued me, and after I returned to the Flying Feather Sect, I immediately withdrew your Flying Feather Blood Order, and in the future, I will treat you as a guest of honor, and from now on, I will freely enter and leave the Flying Feather Sect, and I will be protected by us. He shouted anxiously, and made a condition that was difficult to refuse, quite tempting.

Hearing this, Zhuo Chuan shook his head and didn't say anything.

"Do you doubt that I can't do it?" Zhang Wenlin was anxious, this was his only life-saving straw now, and he must not let go. "My grandfather is the master of the Ling Pavilion, the elder of the Flying Feather Sect, and he is wanted by the blood order, it is just a matter of his words. ”

"I killed Mo Kun. Zhuo Chuan said.

Zhang Wenlin shook his head again and again, and said: "It's just a little monk with no background, no one will investigate it, even if there is, he died in the land of the gods, I don't say who knows?"

Mo Kun's strength is indeed rare among the younger generation, he has already stepped into the realm of the Destiny Cave Transformation Sea at the age of twenty-four or five, and his talent is good, and his achievements will be at least higher than Shi Changkong's in the future.

But so what, he is just a disciple of the Flying Feather Sect, he has no terrifying background, and he doesn't have many friends, even if he dies, who will pursue it.

Zhang Qing said in a word, anything can be solved!

Speaking of this, Zhuo Chuan was indeed a little moved.

In the final analysis, he didn't have any unsolvable deep hatred with this sect, and the reason for everything was that what he and Su Ze did at the beginning was too discrediting.

"I suddenly feel that it seems feasible......" He looked at Bing Shenyan, wanting to hear his opinion.

"The Flying Feather Sect once destroyed my sect, this hatred and hatred are endless, I will not spare the people of the Flying Feather Sect...... But this is your business, and I have no right to interfere. Bing Shenyan said slowly and stepped aside.

To agree or not to agree, it is Zhuo Chuan's own choice, although the two have known each other for a long time, they are not friends of life and death.

Zhuo Chuan was silent, and after a long time, he still shook his head.

"You don't believe me?" Zhang Wenlin's face was anxious, "I can make an oath and I will never break it." ”

Now half of his calf has fallen into the clay, without Zhuo Chuan's help, he can't get out, and he is doomed to die.

"It's not that I don't believe you. Zhuo Chuan replied, his eyes gradually cold.

"On the contrary, I am convinced of a waste like you begging for mercy, but alas...... I don't believe your grandfather - Lingge Lord, Zhang Qing!"

Zhang Wenlin shook his head frantically, not caring at all that Zhuo Chuan said that he was a waste, as long as he could live, even if he was a waste, what did it matter.

He was anxious, and hurriedly said: "No, my grandfather cares about me very much, and he will definitely ...... what I say."

Zhuo Chuan raised his hand to interrupt his words, and smiled softly: "Just because he loves you very much, he will never let us go, and he vows to restrain you alone, but he can't restrain Zhang Qing." ”

His eyes were cold, and he didn't want to talk to Zhang Wenlin anymore, it was useless to talk more, it was just a waste of words.

The matter between the Flying Feather Sect and him is not big or small, but in this world of the jungle, Zhuo Chuan can't trust his opponent, let alone put his fate in the hands of others.

If Zhang Wenlin goes back safely, not only Mo Kun, but perhaps even Shi Changkong's death will be deducted on his and Bing Shenyan's heads.

The Flying Feather Sect hindered their strength, and it would definitely be difficult for the monks of the Six Lands or even the Five Palaces realm to arrest the two of them.

And if Zhang Wenlin died here, by the time the Flying Feather Sect reacted, Zhuo Chuan and Bing Shenyan had already fled and stayed away from Turing County.

With the green jade chessboard that conceals the heavens, it is difficult to find him even if the Flying Feather Sect has great ability.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to save you. Zhuo Chuan refused, called Bing Shen Yan on the side, stood outside the wetland, and used secret techniques to attack and leave.

"Why...... I can convince my grandfather that he will never embarrass you!" Zhang Wenlin's face was full of despair and fear, he still had a long way to go in the future, and he didn't want to die here.

The white ink landscape map was urged by him, and the streamer disc also flew up, trying his best to resist the attack of Zhuo Chuan and the two, and there was no danger in a short time.

However, Zhuo Chuan's purpose was not to kill him with his own hands, but to keep bombarding Zhang Wenlin with spells, forcing the latter to use divine power and magic to resist, and then his body fell deeper and deeper in the swamp.

"I, Zhang Wenlin, will not let you go if I am a ghost, sooner or later, you will be skinned and cramped by my grandfather, and my flying feather will be stained with blood......"

Zhang Wenlin was powerless to roar, every time his divine power surged, it would be absorbed by the wetland, turning into a greater suction force.

Less than half an hour had passed, and his expression was sluggish, and the mana in his body was almost exhausted.

But he didn't give up completely because of this, and his desire to survive was very strong, so he took out some elixir from his own space utensils and swallowed them to replenish his own consumption.

"No vain struggle......" Zhuo Chuan whispered.

He and Bing Shenyan have time to spend with him Zhang Wenlin, and in this godly land, no one can save this person.

In the end, Zhang Wenlin insisted on it for more than an hour, and finally died under Bing Shenyan's Blue Eagle Treasure Technique due to the exhaustion of his divine power.

Swish......

Zhuo Chuan made a move and took a few things left behind by Zhang Wenlin.

Streamer discs, peachwood swords, white ink landscapes, seven-foot bamboo sails, and two life point magic soldiers.

These are all precious and rare secret treasures, especially the white ink landscape map and the seven-foot bamboo sail, one is the magic soldier of the five palace realm, which can be attacked and defended, and the changes are endless.

And the other one, it is even a small dao soldier, which is extremely rare, even if it is the entire Ziyang Cave Heaven, there are only a few pieces, as the treasure of the town sect.