"Wait a minute." Murong Xuan ran to the front to stop the people who were running, "I have read such a passage in the library of the Murong family: it is a magical oasis, with trees growing regularly and bending evenly in one direction.

There, there is no grass growing and there is a mysterious, cursed ghost swamp.

Whether it is the gods in the sky, the demons of the Nine Shadows, the ghosts in the underground, the birds in the air, or the running creatures, they can't walk through the ghost swamp and can't enter the oasis. ”

Murong Xuan's dry and hoarse voice was hard to hear, hard to hear.

Duanmu Wuxian did not stop moving forward, Niuniu's vitality was just behind the swamp, and he would never allow anything to stop him.

The people behind him followed, but found that they couldn't move no matter what.

Seeing Duanmu Wuxian go farther and farther.

"Duanmu is innocent, what is this?" Gongsun Jin shouted.

"We are brothers and friends." Dongfang Chen roared.

"Let go of us, let go of ......" Bei Ming shed tears angrily.

"Don't, don't ......" Lu Zi'er buried her head in Zong Zhengquan's shoulder, crying silently.

Along the way, they are not afraid of any difficulties at all, life and death, they are not afraid!

They were only afraid to watch their friends, their brothers die and there is nothing they can do.

remorse

chagrin

guilty

powerful

Flooding their young hearts, striking their atria down to every cell.

Their best friend, the one who can deliver their lives, the only friend, we are willing to go with you on the road.

Sitting on the ground, watching the last bit of Duanmu Wuxian's back devoured by the lake called the Ghost Swamp, the same thing that was devoured was their faith, faith, and pride.

Frustration, enveloping them deeply,

The feeling of powerlessness broke all their hearts,

Remorse, overwhelmingly tangled in the depths of their souls,

Say yes to live and die together? But only the two of you are gone,

Said good revenge? But you just disappear,

Said to go to the ends of the earth,

said that the good battle sword nine heavens,

Say yes......

Where are you?

Where have you been......

Black clouds rolled in the gray sky, purple lightning ruthlessly slaughtered the earth, and deafening thunder tore the entire canopy, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Hailstones the size of an adult's fist poured down in the pouring rain.

In an instant, the entire forest turned into a swamp and into an endless ocean.

Murong Xuan stared closely at the place where Duanmu Wuxian was devoured, he didn't want to think about them dying, he didn't want to believe it, they were reborn just to come here to die!

He, he doesn't believe it.

He looked out at the endless ocean and asked his companion, who seemed to be dead, "Aren't you surprised?" Why haven't we been devoured? Why hasn't this ocean drowned our heads? ”

After being reminded by him, several people seemed to wake up from their dreams.

Yes, all those towering trees are left with their crowns, but where they stand, the water automatically diverts and leaves them a place to rest.

"They're still alive, aren't they?" Lu Zi'er cried and laughed for verification.

Several people stopped talking, silently waiting for a miracle, sitting cross-legged, absorbing the elements of heaven and earth that suddenly poured out, hoping to break through the shackles.

Kunpeng spreads its wings for 90,000 miles, and there is no cliff in the sky to fight.

Kunpeng spreads its wings for 90,000 miles, and the spirit of the wrath trails its tail for 3,000 years.

Kunpeng spreads its wings for 90,000 miles and soars to the proud Kyushu.

Gongsun Jin, Dongfang Chen, and Zong Zhengquan each read a poem, and they all remembered the poem in the family codex, the ancient legend.