The disciple, who was too excited to meet the rest of the people, felt that his vision had become shorter after taking a few steps.

It was as if his legs had been cut off a few inches, which made him very uncomfortable.

He looked down at the feeling and saw his legs sinking into the swamp, layers of mud tumbling down his legs.

It was very slow, and there was no heaviness, so he didn't notice it immediately.

And now, his calf is submerged in the swamp.

He could continue to walk, but he didn't feel the presence of his legs, and his body seemed to split into two parts, one part of which disappeared, but it was able to use normally.

What's going on?

Why didn't anyone speak?

He looked up in confusion, and found that everyone was still standing in place, and the very powerful Senior Sister Lu in his heart was not far from him, looking at him with a wordless gaze.

From that look, he saw a faint sigh.

It is like a soothing for the dying, gentle, helpless, and sad.

He's going to die.

As the thought thundered through his mind, he finally broke free from that strange state, and the pain coming from his legs drowned him over.

His body could no longer maintain balance, crumbling, screams squeezing out of his throat, cold sweat on his forehead.

He could feel his legs being gnawed, his mouth open, biting at his flesh.

Faintly, he heard the sound of chewing.

Fine, endless.

When he realized this, even the sound of chewing came to his head.

Got something in his head?

Something was eating his brain.

"Save me, save ......"

Before he died, he made his own voice, so weak, so painful.

In widening eyes, the darkness of death was encroaching on the last of the territory.

Lu Yun stood not far away, his eyebrows were raised and wrinkled, and in the dark and damp swamp, the mud turned into an abyssal mouth, waiting all the time.

One negligence, and the call of the abyss can no longer be resisted.

In front of Lu Yun, the disciple was completely covered in mud and turned into a clay puppet that was the same as the surroundings.

The whole process is actually very fast.

Lu Yun was the first to discover the problem, but her shouts could not be conveyed to the other party's mind.

She couldn't save the other party.

Lu Yun does not feel sorry for herself.

After the ghost hit the wall and broke it, the sudden sound of the fight attracted everyone's attention.

They think about how to get out of here, so that they ignore the dangers around them.

Yao Huai's reminder was very timely, but someone still fell for it.

And the result of the trick is to become one of the clay puppets.

"Be careful."

Lu Yun reminded, and when he met Yao Huai's eyes, Lu Yun nodded lightly.

The hand was raised, and the sword qi scattered around the clay puppets condensed into flying blades, and at the moment when Yao Huai spoke, he stabbed the heads of those clay puppets with an unstoppable momentum.

"Run!"

"Don't look back!"

Yao Huai's voice was roaring, and the disciples instinctively obeyed the order.

But not everyone can react.

Lu Yun stretched out his hand and pulled Zhai Xing, who was shocked, and his warm fingers made Zhai Xing break out in a cold sweat.

She didn't dare to look back, but she saw a fountain of mud bubbling up from the necks of the clay puppets whose heads had been cut off.

The mud quickly formed a head, and the mud puppet was completed again.

The resurrected clay puppet opens a pair of empty and godless eyes.

She could see clearly, there was something wriggling in those eye sockets, like some unknown creature that replaced the human brain, manipulating the clay puppets to try to keep them.

The quiet swamp is completely revitalized.

The mud puppets let out a sharp roar from their mouths, and the sound pierced their ears, and the pain of the people panicked.

Lu Yun didn't let go of Zhai Xing's hand, and continued to move forward with the other party.

Han Jiangxue slashed out a sword, and a sneak attack mud puppet on his side was cut into two ends, and it recovered again in the middle of breathing.

These clay figurines, like undead monsters.

Normal attacks are of no use to them at all.

And this kind of dead thing is also not confused by illusion, and the disciple can only use the conjured weapon to start hand-to-hand combat.

The cursing was high and low, mixed with some despair and despair.

After Zhai Xing was able to act on his own, Lu Yun let go of the other party.

Without Lu Yun's reminder, Zhai Xing also began to deal with the clay puppets around him.

It was only a few hundred meters away from the edge of this swamp, and with the speed of Lu Yun and Yao Huai, it was easy to leave.

But after they are gone, these disciples will inevitably suffer.

"Let's go first."

She pushed Zhai Xing, and Yao Huai's figure appeared beside her.

"Can you control them?"

Lu Yun didn't turn sideways and asked Yao Huai.

"Yes, five breaths."

The mud splashed on the mud puppet's body fell on the hem of the clothes, and Yao Huai lost the appearance of a beautiful son, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Okay."

The exchange was completed, and the phantom flower emitted a misty light.

Lu Yun used his spiritual sense to capture that Yao Huai's power was affecting the space around here.

In order to confuse the truth, she heard Yao Huai's murmuring.

In this space temporarily controlled by Yao Huai, the order he issued was to make those clay puppets stand still.

So Lu Yun raised his sword and stabbed into the swamp.

The snow-white blade of the cold river is even colder in this sludge.

A powerful cold air spreads outward with Lu Yun as the center, and the cold river snow born from under the cold mountain creates a country of ice and snow here.

Snowflakes fell on the mud figures, and the extreme cold froze the mud figures.

Click, click!

The mud puppets are crystallizing, and on this dark swamp, it is tough to leave a frost-white color.

With the help of the cold river snow, Lu Yun, who was briefly frozen around, got up and coughed a few times.

However, this time, the spiritual power in the body was almost drained.

The arm was grabbed by Yao Huai, and following the strength of the other party, the figures of the two flickered on the ice, and everywhere they passed, everything froze.

In this frozen world, everyone stepped on the ice and successfully reached the other side.

Behind him, the ice shattered, and the mud puppets returned to normal, setting off wild waves.

The manipulated clay puppet tried to step out of the swamp, but when it came to the edge, it restrained itself from stopping.

As if they had been sucked up by something, the clay puppets began to slowly retreat.

"What the hell?"

A sound of surprise sounded, and Lu Yun looked at their feet.

They were in a hard ground rarely seen in swamps.

The surface of the ground is covered with a white substance, and when you look closely, it looks like a fungus blanket.

When you lift your feet, you can feel the stickiness.

As far as the eye can see, the foothold is completely covered by this fungus blanket, and the slender hyphae protrude under the fungus blanket, which looks supple and harmless.

But if it's really harmless, how can those mud puppets just give up the pursuit?

"The sound of the fight is gone."

In the midst of some people's rejoicing, Zeng Jin swallowed his saliva and struggled to tell what he had found.

He looked at Yao Huai, and then at Lu Yun, and found that these two people were not surprised.

Obviously, they caught the problem much earlier.

"What do you mean?"

Someone asked incomprehensibly.

"Can you feel the presence of other people here besides us?"

Looking ahead, the surface of the ground is the flesh-white, mushroom-like texture, and the place occupied by this mushroom blanket is not the rest of the people.

Everything I just heard is ...... Illusion.

They just fell from one trap to another.