Similar to divination, such things are not very rare in the Central Plains, and the fortune tellers who set up stalls on the street to see the face all claim to know the past and the future, and know the life and death of people, wealth and fortune. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info no matter what Zhongyuan thinks in his heart, I won't believe such a ridiculous thing.

But most of the monsters that can appear in front of him are just as he said, because the miasma gradually dissipates and emerges here. In ten years, such a monster can be born here, and this forest covers a large area, and it is impossible for only such a monster to appear.

Thinking about it now, I only feel a headache, the Western Regions is a place like a black miasma, there are many insects, many evil monsters, and any messy ghost can be born, how can there still be people living in the Western Regions, and the Demon Sect is still based in this place.

At this time, the hemispherical thing on the ground no longer emitted green fireworks, and the whole thing looked like a boiled pig brain, a little white. Ba Zhongyuan said: "Master Cheng Zhuang, the miasma here has gradually weakened, and the Demon Sect also knows it, according to the deity, we should pick the Devil's Head Grass as soon as possible, and it is the best policy to merge with Huoxin and Tianyi." ”

The wind and sand outside are blowing harder and harder every time, and the miasma here is weakening day by day, and now that we know about this situation, the Demon Cult will definitely know about it. If they knew that the miasma of the Death Swamp was weakening, they would probably be able to recapture the Death Swamp and revive the glory of the past, how could they allow decent people to come and go here freely?

Suddenly, I had an ominous omen in my heart, and I couldn't help but think of the Demon Sect Blue Dragon Altar. We rushed all the way to the Death Swamp, and we didn't see any traces of the Demon Sect along the way, and it stands to reason that even if this is a dead place, the people of the Demon Sect will definitely not ignore the blood of the spirit snake in the Divine Dragon Cave, and they will definitely send someone to secretly monitor the situation in the Death Swamp. The miasma here has become weakened, and Meng Hanyan and the others have been in the Western Regions for a long time, how could they not know the situation here?

Besides, our team of 6,000 people is huge, and the tribes along the way also know that we are going to the Death Swamp, the reason why the Demon Cult has not shown up until now is some kind of conspiracy? Or is it that the Demon Cult wants to wipe out the decent people in the Death Swamp and recover the Land of Death?

But is that really the case?

His mind was thinking chaotically, when Cheng Fuhai suddenly turned around and shouted to a coachman: "Zhuzi, you immediately rush to the Shenlong Cave and report this matter to Huoxin and Tianyi." ”

The coachman, named Zhu, clenched his fists and said, "Yes, sir." So saying, he turned and sped away into the woods to the northeast.

He left in such a hurry, and we didn't stay where we were, Cheng Fuhai greeted us, and we immediately went to lead the horse cart and rushed to the southwest.

Almost all of us were injured by these vines, six disciples died in the Xuantie Gate, a coachman died on the side of Youyun Villa, and four horses pulling the cart also died. The dead were sucked dry of blood by the vines, and the corpses lay on the ground like dead vines.

Maybe when facing people, the six disciples of Xuantie Gate and the coachman of Youyun Villa would not die so easily, but in front of such a monster, people seem to be a little weak, and no matter how good their martial arts are, they can't withstand such a toss.

I didn't feel any pain anymore because my back was scratched by vines, I didn't bother to take care of the torn clothes on my back, and the hole in my shoulder that was pierced by thorns had stopped bleeding, but it was just a skin injury, and it was not a big deal. Su Qingyao's shoulder injury was very serious, he was pierced by vines to open a pitch-black hole, his collarbone was almost broken, and it was very inconvenient to walk, so we tied the remaining two horses to a carriage, which was driven by a coachman, and Su Qingyao sat in the carriage to recuperate. The remaining two carriages were pulled by Han Xiao and them, and I also followed to help push the carts. In this forest, the giant trees were very far apart, and the ground was mostly soft and rotting leaves, and we had no trouble pulling the wagon.

After hurrying forward for two miles, we turned a corner, and a bright light came into our eyes in the distance, and we hurried a few steps to the bright light to realize that we had reached the inner edge of the forest.

The sky was dull, the air was floating with the smell of mold and rot, and the wind was a little humid and hot. What appeared in front of us was a large depression, and there was almost no end in sight, I don't know how big it was, and the forest we were standing on was surrounding the depression. The hollow ground is not full of grass and thorns, but is covered with potholes and black mud pools, one by one the mud pools are large and small, the big ones are forty or fifty zhang long and wide, and the small ones are more than ten zhang, and I don't know how many black mud pools there are at a glance. In the open space between the quagmires and the quagmire, there is a slightly dry land like a trail, twisting and twisting, interspersed and looking very messy.

Su Qingyao was bandaging his shoulders on the carriage, glanced forward, and said without any pain: "You see, this is the Death Swamp, and the mountain in the distance is Daobei Mountain." ”

In the distance of the swamp there was indeed a high mountain, but it was a little far away from us, and it looked like a mile away, and it was very strangely shaped, only half of the mountain, and from our side it looked like a great knife on the ground.

Han Xiao said, "This is the swamp, why is it so big?"

Sanyan looked tired, and said: "Yes, how can I wait to pass such a big swamp, even if people can walk through, our carriage will not be able to pass." ”

I looked into the black mud pool closest to us below, the black mud was extremely viscous, and bubbles were constantly bursting and bursting on it, and there was a strange skeleton floating on top of the black mud, and there were swarms of small spotted insects flying around in the low air. As Sanyan said, the path between the black pool and the black pool is extremely narrow, only allowing one person to pass, and the carriage will never be able to pass.

Hearing Su Qingyao's conversation, Cheng Fuhai in front turned his head and said, "The carriage doesn't need to go over, we can take out the things now." ”

Han Xiao and the others answered, and began to open the large wooden boxes on the carriage one by one, and took out the smaller wooden boxes inside. There are twenty of them, and each has two sturdy straps on top of it to carry on the back.

These wooden boxes are used to hold the Devil's Head Grass.

At first, I was always puzzled why Cheng Fuhai carried so many large wooden boxes, and after rushing out of the rat forest, Su Qingyao told me that these small wooden boxes were specially used to preserve the Devil's Head Grass, I felt even more strange. Later, when Su Qingyao talked about the pill powder, I learned that the ghost head grass died in the twilight of life, and it was extremely fragile, even if it was picked, it would be difficult to maintain the withering and withering, and it would die within a day, and the level of the refined snake poison antidote would inevitably be very poor, so if you want to refine the high-quality snake poison antidote, you must use fresh ghost head grass. I learned these things later, although I was also present when Li Yanzong talked about the ghost head grass, but I never thought of this, now I think about it, in fact, at the beginning, Li Yanzong gave Cheng Fuhai and the original strike a problem, but I am afraid that at that time he had expected that it was not easy to pick the ghost head grass, and it was even more difficult to bring it back intact, and I am afraid that there is no integrity to cooperate with Cheng Fuhai in my heart.

However, what Li Yanzong didn't expect was that there was a master craftsman Yu Sangming in Youyun Villa, and these small wooden boxes were made by Yu Sangming day and night to preserve the ghost head grass.

The method of sealing and preserving freshness is not uncommon in the Central Plains, and the fresh meat in the back kitchen of Chenzhou Prefecture is frozen and stored in ice cubes, so that the fresh meat is not easy to perish, and it can still be eaten by people even after a long time. However, this method of preservation is extremely difficult, and ordinary people and even inns cannot use it, and only the government and large families can enjoy such favorable conditions. I don't know the method of using wooden boxes to keep the Devil's Head Grass made by Yu Sangming, I haven't seen the subtleties in these small wooden boxes, and even if I see it, I can't figure out how a small wooden box preserves the Devil's Head Grass. But I was still amazed when I saw this little wooden box.

When Han Xiao carried the wooden box on their backs, Cheng Fuhai and Ba Zhongyuan led us down the woods.

As soon as I walked on the path by the black pool, I was greeted by the smell of rotting bones, and there were white bones stranded in these black pools, some of whom were human and some who were not. There are unknown white insects crawling on the bones in those black pools, these bones don't know how many years have been stranded in the pool, and the skin and flesh on them have long been gnawed away, and those white insects seem to be unaware, still looking for something to eat.

The further you go, the more blackpools there are, and the more crowded the bones inside become. I supported Su Qingyao and walked carefully, Su Qingyao said: "This is one of the main battlefields of the battle between the righteous and the devil back then, alas, I don't know how many people died, and now the bones are buried here, no matter the wind and the sun, it is difficult to reincarnate." ”

I was a little silent, I didn't know if there would really be reincarnation after death, but I just said: "Senior Su, the master of the sect once said that there are dragons in the swamp of death, why haven't we seen a single dragonworm after walking so far?"

Su Qingyao said: "There are no monsters here in Daobei Mountain, and those monsters are concentrated outside the Shenlong Cave. ”

I said, "In a place where no one has cared for it for thirty years, the miasma of the Death Swamp is weakening day by day, and I think those dragon monsters have become a lot of them, right?"

He covered his wound and said, "That's not it, the dragon monster likes to survive in a dangerous way, the worse the place, the faster it will reproduce, if what the master of the sect said is true, the miasma and poisonous gas here are becoming more and more depressed, but it inhibits the reproduction of the dragon monster." ”

It turns out that there is such a thing. I don't know much about ghostling, and the ones I've seen are also ghostly because people have been poisoned, but I haven't seen the real ghost. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the worms in Chenzhou City, that Li Yanzong must have also been to the Divine Dragon Cave, otherwise how could he get the poison and use the magic of witchcraft to refine the poison and harm others? At the same time, I also secretly admired Li Yanzong's skills, it was indeed not easy for him to go to the Divine Dragon Cave. I smiled and said, "Senior Su is really well-informed, and even rare monsters like snake monsters only know so clearly. ”

Su Qingyao also smiled: "Actually, I don't know much about these things, I have been walking around in the Western Regions all year round, and I have more Gu worms in contact, and I will know what messy insects are." If Gu Xiaoyou is interested, after the poison antidote is refined, I will ask the owner of the village to go to the Wushan Department to take a turn, and the Gu worms and ghost boys there will be even more eye-opening after you see them. ”

I hurriedly shook my head and said, "Forget it, the mountains and rivers in the Western Regions are poor and evil, there are many insects and beasts, and I will return to the Central Plains after refining the poison antidote, and there are still things waiting for me to deal with in the dart game." ”

This sentence is a bit of a reason, in fact, even if nothing happens in the dart game, I don't want to stay in the Western Regions anymore, I have already made up my mind in my heart, it is a good thing to be able to see Meng Hanyan, and I feel more at ease if I can't see her. Once the antidote to poison is refined, I will go back to the Central Plains. Compared to this place, the Central Plains is much more stable.

Su Qingyao nodded slightly, and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions, Gu Xiaoyouxin is not here, so he has the right to be an old man and said a joke." After the antidote is refined, I will also go back to recuperate, and my old arms and legs are about to be broken along the way. ”

I don't know why he suddenly said such a thing, but I was a little careless about refining the antidote, and the one who thought about her the most was her, as if Su Qingyao had guessed that I had something else on my mind. Just as he was about to say a few perfunctory words, suddenly, a familiar voice came from the front: "The surname, we meet again." ”