Quiet, there was only a dead silence in the swamp. The speed at which the mist drifted slowly became slow in Xiao Shizhu's eyes. There seemed to be nothing strange in the turquoise quagmire in front of him.

But he always felt that there was something hidden under the fog. The vigilant look on his face did not decrease but increased.

"Could it be the legend that Ke Yun told us in private? Yingying, the national teacher, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke: "That legend about the monsters here?".

The fishy smell is still wafting, and behind the silence there is a murderous motive. It really seems to have something to do with the legends of this place.

"I don't know, but it could be, let's be careful. Xiao Shizhu said this, and jumped up and walked forward.

When he landed on a dead wood fossil in front of him again, he hurriedly raised his hand, signaling Yingying not to follow, and said, "Don't come here yet." ”。

Xiao Shizhu's face showed a rare panic and surprise. He saw in the fog not far in front of him, and in the mire there were endless ghosts of all kinds.

These bodies are said to be floating in the mire, but rather they are trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves, so they can only stay in it forever.

They who have become one with the quagmire and swamp are all hideous, and their faces are full of pain, either reaching upwards or opening their mouths with their heads held high, as if they are making a cry for help that the heavens should not be and the earth is not spiritual.

And these bodies are very strange, not to mention that there is no vitality in their bodies, and the whole body is as if it has been air-dried, without the slightest trace of water.

Xiao Shizhu has seen such dried corpses in various places in the south of Huangquan. It is said that it is a method used by the ghosts of Huangquan to punish traitors.

They would nail the traitors to wooden frames and let them go to the sun in the middle of nowhere, and let the wind dry their bodies. Then hang these dried corpses on trees and rocks in various places, and even on the city walls, as an example.

That's a very cruel punishment.

However, looking at these dried corpses in front of him, it doesn't look like the ghosts of Huangquan did it. They didn't dare to enter here, and throwing corpses here didn't serve as an example. And Xiao Shizhu also suddenly realized why the national teacher Yingying couldn't perceive any life forms.

All that's left here is some empty shell. And the nature of the swamp is impossible to suck the life of these ghosts. What is it that takes the life from the corpses here?

Xiao Shizhu was puzzled.

"My lord, be careful. Just when Xiao Shizhu was pondering, Ying Ying, the national teacher behind him, suddenly exclaimed.

Xiao Shizhu woke up from his contemplation in an instant, and saw the swamp and mud around him surging like boiling water.

The fishy smell in the surrounding air suddenly became stronger.

Xiao Shizhu's legs were slightly apart, his hand clenched the hilt of the Moon Destroying Sword at his waist, and he looked around intently.

"Down there. What followed was another exclamation from the national teacher Yingying.

She finally sensed the presence of the life force and appeared in this lifeless swamp.

When he exclaimed, the muddy water splashed in the mud pool under Xiao Shizhu's feet, and the wind suddenly appeared. When the muddy waves surged up and set off more fishy stench, Xiao Shizhu looked down among the lightning and flint, and saw Sen Ran's fangs and a bloody mouth appear in the huge waves of muddy water.

The increasingly strong fishy smell is the bad breath in this bloody mouth.

Xiao Shizhu jumped on tiptoe, soared into the sky, his blood boiled in his body, and laughed: "Just when my hands are itchy, something will be sent to the door for me to sharpen, see if I don't break your body into ten thousand pieces." ”。

As he spoke, a strange cold light flashed on his waist, and the Moon Destroying Sword came out of its sheath.

At the same time, he could clearly see that behind the bloody mouth was a huge red snake head. On the forehead of the head of the snake is covered with bulging sarcomas. And among the sarcomas, there is a cold and murderous big eye.

Under the same gaze, it will inevitably make people feel cold at the back.

"It's a strange snake, its eyes are actually on the door of its head. Thinking so, Xiao Shizhu had already paused in the air, and with a turn of the Moon Destroying Sword in his hand, he aimed at the big snake and opened it vigorously, his fangs appeared, and he spit out the mouth of the scarlet letter, and swooped down......

The swamp is quiet and peaceful, but outside the swamp is windy and sandy.

It was dark and the wind was raging. The flying sand and rocks continued to fly, slapping into the shelter where the Huangquan pursuers temporarily camped in the shelter.

The dim mountain city is not clear in the wind and sand. You can only see the flying wind and sand, sweeping in and out.

In a stone room in the mountains, the black-headed dog demon sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and listened quietly to the rustle of the wind and sand crashing on the stone door and stone window.

In the bonfire in front of him, the firewood licked by the flames crackled from time to time, bursting out a few sparks with the hot wind, slowly rising.

"General, why don't you always trust Chiyun's judgment. After a long time, a demon ghost soldier beside him, who was also a dog's head, thought and said, "I think that Chiyun's analysis still makes some sense?"

The bonfire in front of the black-headed dog demon swayed a few times, and when the shadow shook on his face, he opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "There is a reason for fart." ”。

The ghost soldiers around him didn't dare to say much, and they didn't dare to think nonsense.

"Maybe you have forgotten, or you haven't heard the legend of the swamp at all, so like Chiyun, you think that Xiao Shizhu will pass through the swamp and die and come back to life. After another moment, the black-headed dog demon still closed his eyes and recuperated, and said slowly: "But most of the people around him are Huangquan ghost soldiers, and they should know the legend in the swamp, and I expect that because of this legend, he will not dare to venture into the swamp." ”。

Don't look at what he said very firmly, but it was nonsense.

Xiao Shizhu had already entered the swamp at this time, and Xiao Shizhu was going to die and come back to life.

"What legend?" the ghost soldiers around him immediately came to their senses, sat up straight, and asked urgently. A curious gaze emerged from both eyes at the same time.

"You really don't know?" The black-headed dog demon who opened his eyes slightly glanced at the ghost soldiers beside him and then closed it.

"I really don't know. The ghost soldier shook his head, his face dazed: "It's just that I heard that the ghosts that went in didn't come out, and I always felt that that place was not a good place." Danger lurks, so it's better not to venture in. ”。

As he spoke, the ghost soldier trembled in front of the flames of the bonfire. The fear brought by the swamp has become ingrained in their bone marrow.

"You little devils, you really don't know anything. Even if you are well prepared, it is best not to enter that place. Didn't your parents warn you, don't venture near a failed God's creation. The black-headed dog demon sighed softly. Sighs swirled around the stone chamber with the hot wind from the campfire.

"God-made?" the ghost soldier's curiosity was aroused by him, and as he muttered this, his curious gaze fell on the face of the black-headed dog demon again.

"Yes, and it was a failure. After a while, the black-headed dog demon, who was still closing his eyes and recuperating, said, "Actually, this swamp is called the Divine Pool. It used to be like the pool of blood in the Netherworld, giving birth to most of the lives in our Yellow Springs. ”。

His voice echoed in the stone chamber, a long time ago, whispered by the black-headed dog demon on this dark day.

"The ancient gods who created this place back then first brought a wisp of pure vitality from the blood pool of the Netherworld that gave birth to all things. ”。

When the black-headed dog demon said this, he didn't make any moves, and a few wisps of green smoke rose from the flames in front of him, gathering into a human figure in mid-air, and the person with his right hand across his chest was also holding a wisp of green smoke, which was slowly rising.

"This ancient god first used this wisp of life force to create a chaotic world, which was the predecessor of today's Huangquan. Then he poured this wisp of pure life essence into the chaos, so there was a second pool of blood. ”

The scene on the bonfire suddenly changed with the wind, and the smoke-gathering ancient god poured green smoke downwards in his hand.

When the ghost soldier saw the green smoke turn downside down and inject it into the flames, the bonfire flames suddenly swirled slowly around the firewood. Like a torrent like a whirlpool, more like a small sea of fire.

"But the imitation blood pool, after all, is not a real blood pool. And the vitality and power in it are only one thousandth or even only one ten-thousandth of the blood pool. Therefore, the terrain and creatures that can be built are imperfect. Look at our world, how many places have such a harsh climate that there is no place to live. After the flames stopped spinning and returned to their original state, and when the green smoke dissipated, the black-headed dog demon continued: "But this ancient god did not give up, he absorbed the life essence in the divine pool, and created a lot of ghosts in the Yellow Spring. However, most of them were unintelligent and soon died. Those who survived became our ancestors. ”。

Soon after, the Divine Pond lost a lot of its vitality and became lifeless, so there is this hundred-mile swamp that you see today. A failed creation of an ancient god. ”

Soon after the disappointed ancient gods quietly left, many of the failed creations of the Netherworld were also thrown in. In order to find a manager for these creations and our ancestors, the Old Gods created our queen. But none of them found that at the bottom of this hundred-mile swamp, the immersion of the divine pool, still contained a faint wisp of mystical power. It lurks in the mud, waiting for an opportunity to move, devouring all life that dares to enter the swamp. ”

Over time, it grew stronger, and it became one with the swamp, not separating one from the other. It can also be said that it is integrated with Huangquan. Because our world comes from that swamp, created by the old gods with its power. ”。

At this point, the black-headed dog demon finally slowly opened his eyes, staring at the flames of the bonfire in front of him, and his eyes were reflected red.

"After this touch of mystical power became powerful, it began to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. After a long, long time, it has flesh and blood, and it has its own mind. But it was still a failed creation, so when it found that it could not get out of it as one with the swamp, and was trapped in it forever until the heavens fell apart, until the end of time, it became irritable. From now on, all life that enters the swamp will be sucked dry by it without hesitation. And the swamp is it, it is the swamp, even if it is the queen of Yellow Springs on its territory, it can't compete with it, and can only let it suck its life dry. After a pause, the black-headed dog demon slowly turned his head, looked at the ghost soldier with interest, and asked: "There is such a dangerous thing in it, do you think Xiao Shizhu will go into danger after knowing this rumor?"

"Not anymore. The ghost soldier shook his head after thinking seriously for a long time. Then, he asked, "What does that monster look like when it is flesh and blood?"

"It's said to be a one-eyed python, who knows?" the black-headed dog demon closed his eyes again.