(《》 ) (《》) (《》?) According to the news that came back from the investigation, most of the subordinates who followed the third prince back to the demon clan did not return to the original camp, but joined the former demon venerable, that is, the father of the third prince. (Literature Reading) (Read "?") This is not difficult to understand, they have followed the third prince in the human world for thousands of years, even if they return to the former camp, it is extremely difficult to gain the trust of the former master, and now they can only go all the way to the dark, and that person is hiding in it.

The Seven Dharma Protectors did a fairly benevolent and righteous job, and they didn't kill the Demon Venerable, and of course it was impossible to give him a fief.

After all, there was still a small team under his command, and he needed a large enough place to stay, so the Demon Venerable had no choice but to retreat to the wild area and set up camp in the depths of the swamp to avoid the current troubled times.

"Where are you talking about the Wild Swamp?" Wang Hao interjected halfway.

Rakshasa has always lacked a good impression of the fat man, and because of his father's solemn explanation, he was forced to deal with it, and he naturally didn't have a good face, so he snorted and continued: "The wilderness is in the south of the continent, uninhabited, the living environment is extremely bad, the lack of resources is nothing, and there are often fierce beasts infested. ”

Wang Hao said unashamedly: "What's the bad living environment? Unless it is a forbidden true element, no matter how bad the environment is, I am not afraid, as for the fierce beast, it is a good thing, I can't find it at ordinary times, I haven't heard of anyone who is afraid. ”

In the human world, this is not true at all, if a fierce beast comes out somewhere, within a few days, the Xuanmen people will flock to it, there is nothing to say, treacherous. But right now it's in the Demon Realm.

Rakshasa no matter how good his cultivation is. No matter how much you want to accommodate the fat man, you can't help but roll your eyes: "Look at me, I actually forgot, you are very skilled, how can you be afraid of any fierce beast." When I didn't say anything, okay? ”

Self-knowledge is still land, Wang Hao couldn't help but blush, as an alchemist, more or less an expert in the beast, naturally know that the beast is a big family, as small as a rabbit plaything, as big as the ancient beast that commands the wilderness, everything is available.

Legend has it that when the heavens and the earth were not opened, the master of chaos was an evil dragon. If it hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, there would be no world now, one day. When he awakens, the universe will once again return to chaos, and the tiny human beings can only survive while it is napping, which naturally includes the immortals cultivated by humans.

After all, legends are legends, but the era of the flood is real. In an age when man and God live together, the ruler is still the beast. With the ability of the fat man, if you meet a living one?. Instead of relying on the soul of Xingchen Sha, he had nothing else to think about except to run for his life.

Well, mentioned? is too exalted to him, it is an adult fire dragon, Wang Hao has nothing to do, or too much to exalt him, even if it is a juvenile fire dragon, he does not dare to act rashly.

Although the strength of the cultivator is amazing, it is still unable to compete with the fierce beast. Just as it is impossible for ordinary people to defeat a rhinoceros by brute force, encounter? That kind of monster, Chen Xuan will also wisely retreat.

Although Chen Xuan is impulsive, he is not an idiot.

"Let's go on the road to find Chen Xuan?" Wang Hao patted his ass and got up from his seat. (Literature Reading) (Breeze?)

"You better save it, Chen Xuan is here for me, if there is a big chaos today, the snobbery of the sky can't stay for a long time, you either go to my house to avoid the limelight for a while, or rush to the wilderness." In addition to the hard-won information, the Rakshasa has nothing to say and the fat man has nothing to say,

She refused to find Chen Xuandi, even if she found it, she couldn't stop Chen Xuan from doing anything, and she had to risk her life, Chen Xuan at this moment, I'm afraid that she has already killed her red eyes, those bloodshot eyes made her shudder.

Instead of doing that kind of meaningless thing, it is better to keep an eye on the little doctor fairy and the fat man, lead them to the wilderness, and send his cronies to inform Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan will obediently rush over when he learns the news of that person.

With the cover of a large number of cultivators, the three of them brazenly set their swords, and in less than five days, they rushed to the Doomsday Town on the border of the wilderness, which was the last stop to enter the swamp, and after here, the boundless no man's land.

Wang Hao decided to make the last supplies here, of course, the main thing is to buy wine again, as for food, he never worried about starvation, the vast swamp may be a forbidden area for people, but it is pregnant with endless life, with his skills do not worry about finding food. He repeatedly explained the unchanging truth to Zhuo Yue, and Yiduo did not press down.

The town of Doom is filled with a thick fog, the smell is not pungent, but it makes people's chests tight, the humidity of the air is very amazing, and if you stay here for a long time, the living will rot.

The people who live on the edge of the swamp, even their personalities are very similar to this swamp, neither cold nor hot, people can't see clearly, they can't figure it out, they treat visitors from the outside world more indifferently, they know that nine out of ten who dare to break into the swamp are cultivators, these people either die in the wild swamp, or leave in a hurry, too many expressions are completely wasteful.

Due to the obstruction of the dense fog, the field of vision is very limited, and the eyes of the cultivator can only vaguely see within five meters, according to the introduction of the locals, these fogs have not dispersed since ancient times, and contain highly poisonous, the slightest inhalation of outsiders is enough to kill, even the cultivator is difficult to immune.

Strangely, the locals were unaffected, and when asked for the detailed reasons, all of them were secretive, this was their means of survival, and it was a good thing to be able to occupy a piece of land on their own, not to mention that the swamp, although dangerous, contained countless rare and exotic plants, and it was obvious that they did not want outsiders to get their hands on the wealth that belonged to them.

The mist is the first barrier to break into the wilderness, the true yuan is powerless against the erosion of the poisonous mist, after all, people need to breathe, even if the cultivator can hold his breath for a long time, it is relatively speaking, at most it is an hour, and if he is not poisoned for a long time, he will suffocate to death.

What's more, in the case of impaired vision, searching the swamp will be a huge project, and the difficulty is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

By the way, the fat man asked how big the swamp was, and the answer was that no one knew, and unless a solution was found, everyone had to stop there.

Rakshasa originally wanted to figure out a way to deal with the local natives. But Zhuo Yue stopped it, with their knowledge, it was impossible to find a way to detoxify, it was likely that the ancestors were infested by the swamp mist, and the toxins slowly precipitated in the body. After continuous reproduction, antibodies are formed in their bodies, and it is believed that the creatures living in the depths of the swamp are also not afraid of poisonous fog. (Read "")

In addition, Zhuo Yue also has a major one, close to the height of the ground, the poisonous fog is relatively thin, and at a height of more than three meters, the dense poisonous fog is beyond imagination, that is to say, in the wild swamp Edgeworth is equivalent to looking for death. (Qingfeng Literature Network?) Of course. It would be a different matter if someone could perform an ultra-low-altitude flight on the surface of a wooded swamp, less than three meters above the ground.

"What do you think?" Zhuo Yue deliberately sold a pass.

"It looks like a miasma of grass and trees. But no, it is formed by a mixture of many substances, and the deadly toxin is the breath of an animal. Wang Hao twitched his nose vigorously and gave a correct explanation after a while.

"Do you want to let it go?" Zhuo Yue asked.

Wang Hao shook his head, and then fell into deep thought.

He considered the origin of the toxin. More exciting than restraining the poisonous fog is what kind of monsters are hidden in the depths of the swamp. The fat man is not just thinking about it, it is what a good hunter expects from his prey.

Able to form a large area of toxic mist. There are only two possibilities, the first is that there is a toxin-producing population living deep in the swamp, and they breathe day and night, and over time, they finally form the size they are today. The fat man is more hopeful of the second possibility, the maker of the toxin is a behemoth, if the second possibility can be determined, the identity of the monster is about to be revealed.

It's a miasma, and it can't stump the little doctor fairy. It is even more impossible to stump the alchemist, and the little medicine fairy will not think that he has stumped the fat man, and he is waiting for a surprise when he doesn't speak. However, Rakshasa did not understand the tacit understanding between the two, in her opinion, the Savage Swamp has existed in the Demon Realm for thousands of years, largely due to this poisonous mist.

It's not that there is a lack of talent in the Demon Realm, it's not unheard of for cultivators to rely on special means to break into the poisonous fog, and the Demon Venerable even led his subordinates to garrison it, but it is absolutely impossible to break through this dense fog, and it is impossible to crack it in a short period of time with the fat man's ability.

"It's a turtle!" Wang Hao exhaled and continued: "The tortoise's breath contains highly poisonous, but it can't form a poisonous mist, it is the miasma of the swamp that locks its breath, and gradually, the toxin of the tortoise and the miasma of the swamp merge into one, forming a barrier to the earth. ”

The little medicine fairy also agreed with this inference, but soon wondered: "The toxin of the turtle is very strong, not to mention animals, plants and trees will die if they are contaminated. If there really was a turtle hiding here, and its toxins were mixed in the poisonous mist, this place would have become a dead place, and it would not be as vibrant as it is now. And, how do you explain that the natives here are not afraid of poisonous fog? A small amount of toxin precipitates in the body, which can cause organisms to produce antibodies, but no small amount of tortoxin is unbearable for humans. ”

This is not difficult to explain. In order for organisms to form antibodies to toxins, they must have two factors, the first is a continuous trace amount, and the toxins must be kept within the range that organisms can bear, so that organisms can form antibodies under the conditions of survival. The second is the long time, the precipitation of trace amounts takes a long time, and the formation of antibodies also takes time. Although the breath of the turtle is highly poisonous, the amount is not much, mixed with the miasma, the concentration is very small, and the miasma is very thin at the height close to the ground, at first the toxins that occupy the grass and trees are pitiful, and the concentration is that the plants and trees can bear, which meets the conditions of continuous trace amounts. It is easy to understand the time, from the first breath of the turtle to the formation of the current scale, it will take three thousand years, I guess, maybe the arrival of the turtle was even before the formation of the swamp, at that time, there were many tall trees in the wilderness, of course, there was also miasma, and then the toxin gradually seeped into the miasma, and all the trees with a height of more than three meters died before they had time to adapt, and all that remained were low shrubs, and all kinds of weeds, plus the wilderness was very low in the terrain, and the rain could not be drained, so the swamp was formed. The first to adapt is the plant, then the plant-eating insects, then to the insect-eating cold-blooded animals, and at the end of the food chain are the natives of this area, who have the lowest ability to withstand toxins, but they are the last to bear toxins, so they also barely produce antibodies. "It doesn't sound complicated, but to deduce it from someone who hasn't graduated from elementary school is breathtaking, prodigy.

Rakshasa listened to him blow it like a god, and he also believed it a little. But he couldn't bear his pride, and took the lead in asking: "It's the same as seeing it with your own eyes, when this swamp was formed, there was no you." ”

Don't say it's fat. Even Rakshasa's father was not born either, and he knows some details, I'm afraid that only a few elders who came to the demon world in the first batch have gone up to the top now, and those who have hung up have gone all the way.

"You don't have to see it with your own eyes to make a conclusion, the development of all things follows a certain law, and if you master the law, you can extrapolate it to the past and the future." At the end, Wang Hao added earnestly: "We must respect science, science is the primary productive force." ”

If only these words could be heard by Xingyu. He can tear down his old bottom on the spot. "It's still scientific, some people haven't even graduated from elementary school." Little mud had to laugh out of her eyes.

It's good to have one less troublemaker, no matter how Wang Hao blows. There will be no one to stir up the situation, except for the occasional exploratory question, the little doctor fairy is more often in solidarity.

"There is no point in arguing, it is not difficult to judge whether Wang Hao's inference is true, to see if there are any debris of big trees in the swamp. If there is, it proves that the inference is correct, and vice versa. That's nonsense. ”

"Scientific reasoning is also affected by a lot of uncertainties, and there are times when it is wrong, and it is not the same concept as nonsense." Wang Hao chewed the words and argued on the basis of reason.

"Do you really think of yourself as a scholar? It is also scientifically inferred that the requirements for you may as well be higher, and it is nonsense to be wrong! The little medicine fairy's impartial rejection of the appeal somewhat balanced Rakshasa and at the same time developed a good impression of her.

You must know that the demons and the Xuanmen are in a state of flux, and they are encircled when they retreat. She has lost hope of survival, and although the person who attacked the land was not Wang Hao, he was a subordinate sent by Wang Hao, which was similar to taking action in person.

Chen Xuan almost killed her twice, but the little doctor saved her in the grass house.

Along the way, Wang Hao and her are simply using each other, on the surface, they don't seem to be on guard, and they are exhausted in their bones, she didn't think about getting out halfway, but she found that she was restrained everywhere, Wang Hao didn't guard against her, that is, she didn't dare to run away, or that running away was not in the interest, not to mention that the transaction was originally proposed by Wang Hao, who else could she blame if she didn't resent Wang Hao?

Chen Xuan has never treated her as a person.

Only Xiao Yixian got along with her from the perspective of a friend, just like now.

The inference was soon confirmed, according to the natives who often touched the swamp to make a living, in the swamp, several people hugged thick giant trees everywhere, all of which were rotten and unshaped, and it was precisely because of these giant trees that it was possible to enter the swamp, as we all know, the deadliest thing in the swamp is the quagmire, if you accidentally fall into it, it will definitely die. With those huge rotten trees, although it was difficult to travel, it was much safer.

The fat face smiled proudly: "Brother, did those woods move in from the outside in the past for the convenience of walking?" ”

Of course not, the conclusion is not, only fools do that kind of boring thing, and the person who asked this question is even more boring, Rakshasa gave him a blank look, and argued forcefully: "Even if there is a huge amount of rotten wood in the swamp, it can only prove that the wilderness was a forest before, and it doesn't mean that there are turtles in it, and there are toxin precipitation or something, it's all nonsense." ”

Zhuo Yue shook her head: "When it comes to the inference of alien beasts, the possibility of Wang Hao's mistake is very small. ”

Maybe it was because of the face of the two beauties, or maybe it was the topic of swamps that aroused the interest of the natives, and he actually took the initiative to talk.

"It's strange in the swamp, the grass is black, the water is black, you can't drink it, you will die if you drink it. The fish in the water are also black, and when you open it, even the bones inside are black. "Not being able to eat is relatively speaking, and the natives who live on the edge of the swamp can eat it, which is a kind reminder.

For alchemists, there is only one thing that cannot be eaten, that is, something that is not delicious, in his spare time, Wang Hao took the opportunity to refine three detoxification pills, and at this moment his eyes lit up and asked, "What kind of fish is that?" ”

"There is a knife fish in the swamp, the palm is long, two fingers wide, the scales on the body are very thin, and the shape is like a knife, we all call it a knife fish." Another intriguing indigenous interjection.

"Is this fish only found in swamps?" Wang Hao suddenly felt that their description was very familiar, this kind of fish appearance is also in the Jinghu Lake in his hometown, there are always many old men fishing on weekends, if you are lucky, it is not a problem to catch two or three catties.

"Oh, there are a lot of knife fish outside the swamp, but the fish outside are as shiny as silver, but the fish inside the swamp are as black as charcoal, and the scales are also very thick, do you say evil or not?"

Evil fart, isn't that ironclad evidence of toxin precipitation, the scales become coarse is a mutation phenomenon, different beasts belong to different beasts, mutated things can't be eaten, eat too much, maybe even people have to mutate. Wang Hao lost his appetite, raised his head and saw Zhuo Yue's annoying smile, she must have seen through the fat man's thoughts, and forced it to suppress it so that she didn't laugh on the spot.

"Anyway, my guess was correct." Wang Hao was still stubborn.

"There is no doubt about it, but even if your guess is reasonable, seeing is understanding." Xiao Yixian solemnly reminded that instead of respecting science, it is better to respect facts, and believing in anything too much is a superstition, including science.

"Come on, if there is really a turtle hiding inside, it's too late to hide, I'm not even thirty years old, and I hung up but died." A few black lines quietly appeared on the cheeks of the two beauties, seriously ruining the beauty. However, the fat man didn't notice it, and he suddenly remembered that among the materials needed to refine the Tribulation Pill, in addition to the existing Qilin blood and phoenix feathers, the other five materials contained the Xuan Tortoise Shell.

He shook his head vigorously and threw aside the ridiculous thoughts, that kind of Dan was indeed tempting, but even if it was only the last one of the materials, the fat man would not have illusions. Every piece of material is something that can be met but not supposed, and it can make people wait for tens of thousands of years. What's more, it's not easy to deal with the turtle, but let's not talk about it, the fat man would rather single-handedly pick up the real thing, this is more practical. (《》?) (《》)

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