In the middle of the night, Ling Feng finished pranayama, opened his eyes and looked around for a while, and then started his journey again!

After running for half the night, the sky was getting white, and at a glance, a few sparse grass stems grew from a grain of sand.

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng knew that he was going to walk out of the desert land, and couldn't help but be slightly happy, and after looking at the surrounding environment, he muttered: "Go northeast here, when it is a grassland swamp, the water and grass here are abundant, so there will be many demonic beasts, you have to be careful!" ”

But when Ling Feng came to the edge of the Grassland Swamp, the situation here was far from what he looked like.

There was moisture everywhere here, in the depths of the swamp, you could also see a peach-colored mist, Ling Feng faintly saw a flying bird passing by the mist over there, but it suddenly fell, thinking that the mist was a poisonous miasma in the swamp, after ordinary people inhaled it, I am afraid that they would be poisoned for no reason, and finally die.

Looking at the swamp in front of him, shrouded in thick fog in the distance, in the hinterland of this continent, it was so quiet and quiet that it made people's hearts tremble.

Ling Feng's expression also became solemn, there was a huge danger hidden in this boundless silence, although it was far less thrilling than Demon Dream Senling, but he also had to be very careful.

If you want to reach the Heavenly Dragon Holy Capital, it is necessary to cross this grassland swamp, the swamp in the grassland is not dangerous to you, what you should pay attention to is the fierce demonic beast hidden in the deep swamp.

After figuring out these questions, Ling Feng slid smoothly across the swamp, gliding through one quagmire after another very smoothly, not only did he not sink in, but he didn't even sink a little.

The entire swamp was about 10,000 miles in radius, and after sliding for half a day, Ling Feng's speed had also caught up with thousands of miles.

At this time, Ling Feng was standing in a valley to breathe on the ground, although there were no tall trees and lush leaves to cover it, but in the valley, the sun could not shine in if it was slightly out of the sun, but it was much darker than in Ling Zhong.

As the night was about to fall, Ling Feng decided to go some longer, after all, it was better to go out as soon as possible in this dangerous swampy land.

A figure leaped lightly in the misty swamp—

"Huh, what's the sound??" Ling Feng, who was running rapidly, suddenly frowned, stopped his steps and turned to look at the quagmire he had just passed.

After making sure that the voice was coming from the quagmire, Ling Feng cautiously walked over-

At the same time, a sudden change occurred, and with the sound coming out intermittently, a gust of wind surged up, rushing straight to Ling Feng's back.

"Oops! Hit the trick! Ling Feng hurriedly turned around, and saw a carving from nowhere, with a horn on its head, and the sound coming from its mouth was the same as in the quagmire, and the two sharp claws had already grabbed at Ling Feng's front of the mountain.

The Eagle Eagle is a second-level water, wind dual-system peak demonic beast, if it is just one that is facing Ling Feng head-on, with Ling Feng's current cultivation in the middle of the soul star, he is still not afraid, but now it is clear that there is another one in the quagmire, coupled with this uninterrupted sneak attack, Ling Feng is suddenly helpless!

With a sound of "Peng", the Heavenly Sword stabbed into the body of the eagle with Ling Feng's eighth-layer soul power, and it only made its body tremble, loosening the distance between them for a short time, which showed how perverted the defense on its body was.

The two sharp claws grabbed down after a moment's pause, and actually grabbed the Heavenly Sword in Ling Feng's hand.

"This monster! How can the power be so perverted! Ling Feng was taken aback and struggled, but found that the power of the eagle was very great, and there was no way to break free. I've only heard of this ferocious beast in the swampy grassland before, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to deal with!!

"Brush", a cold light flashed, but it was Ling Feng who saw that the Heavenly Sword made the Eagle buckle, and immediately energized the Heavenly Sword, and then slashed towards the Eagle with a sword, and the Eagle found that something was wrong, its wings shook, and its body rose high, just dodging it. Still, a few feathers fell and mingled in the mud of the swamp.

However, at this time, the unexpected resurgence——。 Just when Ling Feng's body was in the air and wanted to cross the quagmire, when the quagmire eagle that wanted to dodge it first sneaked attack, the quagmire eagle came out at this moment, and its two sharp claws stretched out and grabbed Ling Feng's feet impartially.

Ling Feng's body sank, and he fell on the quagmire, and he was suddenly attacked, and half of his body fell into it.

When a person is stuck in a swamp, he has nowhere to borrow strength, and struggling in panic will speed up the sinking speed; Ling Feng understood this truth.

Although his face was also extremely panicked, his body could still remain relaxed, keeping his mind calm, and although the momentum of the fall was slow, it did not stop at all, and the mud poured in all directions, fishy and sticky, enveloping Ling Feng heavily.

Ling Feng held his breath, his spiritual sense stretched out in all directions, only to feel that a sculpture in the quagmire was curled up in the distance, sending out a steady stream of strange powers, turning the whirlwind of wet mud below into a huge whirlpool, firmly sucking himself in.

In a moment, the mud had reached his chest and was rushing to his neck......

I already felt like my chest was pressing on a mountain, and I couldn't breathe, and I was in great pain.

The eagle was too far away from him, far from attacking, even if it could attack, it was too late at this time, he didn't die after several tribulations, could he really be buried in this ghost quagmire today, so dying like this is really ugly.

Suddenly I also regretted my life a little, remembering that I came to this continent, after several twists and turns, but I had not realized any ideals, and died like this, and the feeling in my heart is difficult to describe with pen and ink.

Suddenly-

"Whew!!" The eagle in the air spread its wings and rushed straight towards Ling Feng!

"Damn, are you so impatient, do you want to kill the master?" With a movement in his heart, Ling Feng put away the Heavenly Sword in his hand, the white light in his hand flashed, and a silver long whip suddenly appeared in his hand, and he used all his strength to pounce on his eagle in the positive direction.

The eagle thought that Ling Feng had been decided, and was about to pounce and press him into the mud, when the silver light flashed in front of him, and for a moment of carelessness, he was actually caught by Ling Feng's silver whip on his right wing, and for a moment he was in pain, and he flapped his wings and flew towards the sky above Ling Feng's head.

"Boom!!"

Muddy water splashes everywhere - a figure rises into the sky!

However, it was Ling Feng who borrowed the silver whip by himself, and let the eagle carving take such a place, and immediately pulled him out of the quagmire.

"Damn, it was really dangerous just now!" Ling Feng, who had stepped on the ground with all his might, breathed heavily... The chest rises and falls violently......

"Grandpa, Lao Tzu hasn't married a daughter-in-law yet, and he almost let the ghost house recruit a son-in-law in this ghost place!" Ling Feng said with parched lips.

(End of chapter)