Thirteen miles away, in the muddy ground between the rocks, the corpse of a cultivator covered in muddy water slowly emerged upward, and drops of muddy water fell to the ground along the scattered long hair and clothes.

"Bang...... Smack...... Snap ......"

The corpse was wearing undamaged armor and clothing, and wore a spatial ring on its finger, and its exposed skin was bluish white due to the immersion in the muddy water of the swamp.

The cyan mist was not disturbed in the slightest, and as the wind drifted around, the scene looked very strange.

The fog rolled in the distance, and Duanmu Haoyang came in the air, with a cute pet holy light standing on his shoulder.

The black eyes of the Holy Light twitched, and he earnestly probed the body for a hand

Duanmu Haoyang flew to the ground, and his divine consciousness instantly dispersed, and he didn't find anything abnormal.

"Master, it's safe nearby, there are no high-level spirit beasts. ”

He nodded, without words, all his attention focused on the cultivator's corpse.

The corpse stood still in the muddy water, its face above the knees, and the cultivator stretched upwards with his head held high, as if trying to break free from the mud.

When the flesh of the eyes is soaked in water, it shrinks and deforms, and the eyeballs almost fall out of their sockets.

Duanmu Haoyang circled around the corpse a few times, always feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't understand what the problem was.

The divine sense probed the dirt and rocks under the corpse, penetrated more than 300 meters, and found nothing unusual except for some dead branches and leaves.

In the end, he could only shake his head and take off the ring, there was no trace of divine consciousness left on it, and he easily probed a piece of the ring

The cultivator didn't know how many years he had been dead, how could there be any divine consciousness left on the ring. The palm of the hand was flipped over, and an identity card appeared in the palm of the hand.

Similar to this identity card, Duanmu Haoyang had found it in the rings of Wu Zheng, Leng Ding and the disciples of the sect.

I don't know what kind of material the identity tag is made of, the surface is smooth like jade, and the divine sense probes, like a jade slip that conceals the exercises, and can get text information, including the name of the cultivator, the sect to which he belongs, and the position.

The Wu Zheng identity card he got before was quite special, and Duanmu Haoyang found a formation pattern to channel aura on the identity card, but he didn't know its purpose.

The divine sense swept over the identity card, and a piece of information entered Duanmu Haoyang's mind.

"Cangwu Mountain, Chief Elder of Dange, ...... Hu Zeqing"

Duanmu Haoyang couldn't have imagined that the corpse in front of him turned out to be the Dange Elder of Cangwu Mountain, and the identity card did not have much information, except for the time when Ming Qi joined Cangwu Mountain, there was nothing else.

It's just that on the identity card, the formation patterns detected by Duanmu Haoyang are more complex than Wu Zheng's, and there is a phenomenon of several formation patterns superimposed on each other, and with his cognition of the formation path comprehension at this time, he can't understand it at all.

It can be inferred from the time when Hu Zeqing joined Cangwu Mountain on the identity card that he should have come to Tuan more than 700 years ago, which coincided very well with the time when the cultivators were fighting for the Yin Corpse Spirit Wood.

"Could it be that he participated in that cultivator's battle for the Yin Corpse Spirit Wood?" Duanmu Haoyang didn't dare to be sure of his guess.

Just when Duanmu Haoyang was thinking about something, Xuanwu's voice sounded, "Son, leave as soon as possible, this is definitely not a good place!"

After he and the Holy Light probed, they didn't find anything unusual nearby, and Xuanwu suddenly transmitted a sound, which made the nerves around him tense.

Just as he was about to fly in the air, the still corpse actually moved, sinking down little by little.

"What's the situation?"

Duanmu Haoyang's divine sense instantly probed into the ground, and the feet of the cultivator's corpse were entangled by a black tree root, dragging it downward.

There was no time to continue the investigation, the strange tree roots pulled the corpse to sink at a speed that gradually increased, and the scene in front of him and Xuanwu's reminder, Duanmu Haoyang did not dare to stay in the cluster.

Flying directly in the air, flying out of a distance of less than thirty meters, more than a dozen tree roots quickly sprang out of the mire in front of him, blocking Duanmu Haoyang's way.

Duanmu Haoyang immediately changed direction, and there was an unknown danger, he wanted to bypass the roots of the tree and get out of the cluster as soon as possible.

But he didn't fly far, and his way was blocked by the roots again, and he kept changing directions, and each time he was blocked back, but fortunately, the roots only stood upright, and did not entangle or attack.

The divine sense probed the past, and the roots of the trees he saw were still tree roots, and he could not detect energy fluctuations, which made Duanmu Haoyang's mood even heavier.

Not understanding the other party's intentions, he did not dare to take the initiative to attack, and there were tree roots standing upright all around, as if they had grown out of the mire.

The roots of the more than 30-meter-tall tree are like a cage, trapping Duanmu Haoyang in his Zheng

"Holy Light, did you find anything special?" he was a little worried, not knowing what else would happen next.

"There is no special breath, no soul power...... There are no spiritual fluctuations...... Master, they are no different from ordinary roots!"

Naturally, the Holy Light had been paying attention to its surroundings, but it didn't find out where the black roots were in particular, and its round eyes looked at the high "cage" suspiciously.

"Senior, what do you think?"

The Holy Light couldn't get any information here, so Duanmu Haoyang had no choice but to ask Xuanwu for help.

"There's really nothing special about it, just the roots of the tree, but it gives me the feeling that there is an inexplicable danger. If they attack, we're going to be in trouble!"

Xuanwu didn't find out where the danger was, which made Duanmu Haoyang's heavy mood go to the bottom.

The height of the tree roots exceeded the limit of what he could fly, even with the help of Xuanwu, Duanmu Haoyang did not try, who knows if they will continue to rise, and using Xuanwu as a hole card is the best choice.

Unable to leave the cluster, Duanmu Haoyang chose a dry area and stood on the rocks and looked around.

Suddenly, all the nearby swamps bubbled at the same time, and the muddy water rolled as if something was about to come out of the ground.

The Holy Light's hair exploded from time to time, his weak figure bowed slightly, his eyes were full of vigilance, and he was ready to respond to crises at any time.

One by one, the heads emerged from the muddy water, followed by the bodies, and finally they were all the same as the previous Cangwu Mountain Dange Elder Hu Zeqing, sinking below their knees in the muddy water.

Each of the cultivators' corpses was headed upwards and seemed to be struggling, with bluish-white flesh, loose hair, muddy water and rotten leaves stuck all over their bodies.

Thirty-one corpses quietly surrounded Duanmu Haoyang, and the sound of muddy water dripping was very harsh.

The only thing he felt now was quiet, eerily quiet.

Duanmu Haoyang waited for what was going to happen, and after a quarter of an hour, the scene inside the "cage" did not change at all, the blue-black yin corpse swamp, except for the cyan smoke and the blue-white corpse, there was only the sound of popping and dripping.

The tense nerves almost collapsed, and Duanmu Haoyang took a deep breath and walked down the dry rock, approaching the corpse closest to him.

Since he didn't know what was going to happen, he had to do something and see what was going on.

Let the holy light stay vigilant, Duanmu Haoyang also exuded his divine sense, including the situation underground, and he was always paying attention to it.

Removing the ring from the first corpse, the Divine Sense probes, and takes out an identification tag.

"Shangdao Palace, Deacon of Lihuo Hall, Zhuda ......"

Without looking closely into the contents of the ring, he went over to the second corpse and took it off.

"Baqi Mountain, Elder Waishan, Yan Kai ......"

Duanmu Haoyang did not stop, and continued to walk towards the third corpse, and after probing the ring, he did not find the identity tag, which was estimated to be a casual cultivator.

Fourth ...... Fifth ......

After collecting all the rings, there were thirty-one corpses, including nineteen sect cultivators and twelve scattered cultivators, judging from the items in the rings, seven Jindan cultivators, eighteen mixed Dan cultivators, and the rest were successive cultivators.

The spirit stones and items in the ring, Duanmu Haoyang was not in the mood to count, after he took off all the rings, the corpse slowly sank at the same time, and the mire returned to its previous scene, but the "cage" that trapped him did not disappear.

Just when Duanmu Haoyang was at a loss, a voice came into his sea of knowledge.

"Human, follow my roots, come near, and if you make a mistake and are pulled into the mire, you will not be able to complain about me!"

The environment he was in and the things he encountered were a little weird, and the moment the voice appeared, it almost made Duanmu Haoyang jump up from the ground.

"Trees have spirits, and they have developed wisdom!"

Duanmu Haoyang stared blankly at a giant tree a thousand meters away.