Feeling Zhou Feng's departure, Yan Ming, who was struggling frantically, finally understood the current situation, although he was the young master of the Yan family, his status and identity were not comparable to ordinary people, but here, in this quagmire, even if he was the head of the Yan family, it was useless, unless he could rush out on his own, otherwise he could only wait for death slowly.

However, in this quagmire, he had no effect on cultivating himself, and he could only watch himself slowly sink, and at the same time, breathing became more and more difficult.

Zhou Feng ignored Yan Ming, there was basically no possibility of escaping alive when he entered this devil swamp, Yan Ming was dead, and the most important thing for him now was to escape from here by himself.

With his eyes closed, he felt the water and sediment around him, and the Tai Chi True Qi slowly moved, gradually integrating himself into it, as if the whole person had completely integrated into these mires, turning into a speck of dust, a stone mixed in the mire, or something else.

The eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all closed, and the huge space in the eyes of the sea seeped out a faint amount of oxygen to replenish Zhou Feng's body, ensuring that Zhou Feng would not feel suffocated, and at the same time, an extremely subtle impetus slowly pushed Zhou Feng's body to slowly rise towards the quagmire level of the swamp with the mud and sand and water flow.

This process is very slow, the eye of the sea has recovered a lot, and it is not impossible to rush up with a one-time explosion, but the energy consumed is too large, and the damage will be even more serious.

Although the innate strong can replace breathing with internal breathing, the body must be in contact with an aerobic place, such as a river.

Although there is water in this swamp, it is extremely scarce after all, most of it is poisonous sludge, and it is impossible to breathe at all, and breathing only accelerates the rate of death.

Maybe the struggle is really a little useful, that is, the sinking speed slows down a little, when Zhou Feng slowly rises up from below, Yan Ming, who has been struggling, has no movement at this time, Yan Ming's eyes, ears, mouth and nose are all full of mud and sand at this time, obviously too violent struggle, but he gave away his life in advance.

"What an idiot......" This is also Yan Ming, as the young master of the Yan family, has never been exposed to such a situation, he actually wants to rely on his strength to be strong enough, and wants to rush forward forcibly, but the result is a tragedy, and in the end he can only sleep under the quagmire, and it is really impossible to find the bones.

Zhou Feng didn't have any pity, some just deeply ridiculed and despised it, and then continued to rise upward. Now that Yan Ming is dead, only Yan Huai and that attendant are left, as well as a seriously injured evil dragon who wants to die, if the time drags on for too long, I am afraid that Yan Huai will return to the Yan family with the corpse of this evil dragon, then Zhou Feng finally ended up in vain, and completely offended the Yan family to death.

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"Uncle Huai, Sanshao is dead, what should we do?" Saying that, Yan Huai and the attendant watched Zhou Feng and Yan Ming disappear into the swamp, Yan Huai was still relatively calm, the attendant's already somewhat pale face became even more pale, and his body was trembling.

This head, who has always thought he was very smart, was all mushy at this time, and he could only blame Yan Huai for help, hoping that Yan Huai could have a good idea to save his life.

"Let's wait first, maybe Sanshao can escape from the swamp......" Yan Huai stared intently at the surface of the swamp, that is, the place where Zhou Feng and Yan Ming fell, as long as there was a little bit of a head, he was confident that there was a way to rescue people.

The mud swamp was rippling and the muddy sand was churning, and it was clear that someone was struggling to escape from it.

Yan Huai's experience is naturally not comparable to Yan Ming, seeing such a situation, he doesn't have to think about it to know that it must be Yan Ming who is constantly struggling, but the more he struggles like this in the swamp, the smaller the hope of escape, and the greater the consumption, and the mud and sand entering the eyes, ears, mouth and nose will accelerate death.

Despite this, Yan Huai still hoped that a miracle could happen, and with Yan Ming's cultivation of the Seven Heavens, there might not be no possibility of escape.

This kind of struggle has always continued, and Yan Huai and the follower's hearts have never been able to die completely, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, they will continue to wait.

Time passed quickly, and more than half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the struggle finally gradually weakened, weakened, until it stopped.

Yan Huai suddenly frowned, and his original resolute face suddenly showed deep helplessness and self-blame, and in the end, Yan Ming still couldn't escape, obviously he was already more than lucky, and they were completely cupped this time.

"Uncle Huai......" Yan Ming's follower was even more unbearable, he was still full of anticipation before, but when Yan Ming finally failed to escape, he fell to the ground, his face was pale, his eyes instantly hollowed, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years old in an instant.

Yan Ming is dead, the task of their trip has not yet begun, Yan Ming is dead, if they return to the Yan family, they don't have to think about it to know what kind of fate it will be.

"Uncle Huai, we ...... Run. After a moment's hesitation, the attendant's eyes unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the dragon still lying there, and said in a tone that was both worried, fearful, and consultative.

"Run?" Yan Huai was stunned when he heard this, and looked at this attendant with some surprise, speaking of which, they still have a little bit of kinship, although they are not very close, but this attendant has a sweet mouth, and has always been respectful to Yan Huai, treating him like an uncle, Yan Huai will probably take care of him more, so this attendant provoked Zhou Feng just now, although Yan Huai was not very happy, but he also turned a blind eye, as if he didn't see it.

"Uncle Huai, Sanshao is dead, we will definitely die when we go back to Yan's house, rather than die unjustly in vain, it is better to escape, maybe there is still a possibility of survival." Looking at Yan Huai, who seemed to be a little moved, the attendant immediately said.

"Although the Yan family is powerful, the main forces are still concentrated in Mobei, as long as we escape outside the Yan family's sphere of influence, or find a small city to live in seclusion, even if it is the Yan family, don't try to find us...... What's more, we still have this evil dragon, and if we are forced to hand over this evil dragon to a big force, we still have the capital to save our lives. "Although this follower is not very good, he is still a little clever.

What is the value of this evil dragon, they naturally know it as the Yan family, although the strength of the evil dragon is not very strong, but after the real dragon is hidden, the value of this evil dragon with the purest bloodline is extraordinary.

Dragon skin is the best material for making top talisman armor, dragon horn is the top material for building gods above the list, and dragon eyes, dragon bones, etc. are even more valuable.

And the most precious thing is probably the dragon blood, the bloodline is the purest, although the dragon blood of this evil dragon cannot be compared to the dragon blood of the real dragon, it is also very rare.