Not long after Qi Yan left, Leng Yunyi, who seemed to be strolling in his own garden, also came here, and Ting Zhi was no longer in place, leaving only a bulge covered by wild grass on the ground.

Leng Yunyi didn't mind sitting at the place where the dirt bag was raised, with a slight smile on his face, and his eyes looked into the distance.

"It's a little stupid, but it's quite appetizing!" Leng Yunyi muttered as he looked at the fatal wound on the grayfriar's body.

Then Leng Yunyi stood up, waved his hand in the direction of the corpse behind him, and a purple-red flame quickly burned the whole person, a thick black smoke floated, and Long Xiang's body on the ground was gone.

At this time, Qi Yan, who was deep in a swamp, did not know that someone had turned the body of the Sanxiu he killed into a wisp of green smoke.

He never thought that there would be a hellish existence hidden under such a seemingly harmless spiritual grass, and when Qi Yan stepped out of the first foot, he found that the touch was wrong, but he couldn't complete the action of pulling out his foot, and he also stepped in with the second foot.

When both feet sank into the swamp at the same time, Qi Yan noticed that two slippery and greasy things like tentacles were wrapped around his ankles, and there was a feeling of pulling him deeper and deeper.

Now that the fishy sludge covered with a thick layer of turf has submerged the calves, Qi Yan tried hard to lift the aura in his body, wanting to become light, but found that the aura in his body stayed quietly in the dantian.

This feeling is strange and weird, is it the sludge affecting the aura in his body or the demon beast wrapped around his legs?

Qi Yan endured that uncomfortable feeling and carefully felt the thing that was getting closer and closer wrapped around his legs, that thing was cold and had fine scales, this kind of thing could be a python or a lizard?

Qi Yan was very unhappy with the feeling of aggrief that the aura could not exert himself, he exhaled a few deep breaths, and suddenly plunged his entire upper body into the mud, the world under the mud was completely different from the one on the turf.

The black sludge on the surface takes on a completely different posture underneath, not only turning into some gray-white silt, but also emitting a soft glow that is very comfortable to look at, making you forget that you are stuck in the mud, but are surrounded by warm sunlight.

Qi Yan saw that there were two thin tails wrapped around his ankles, and he really couldn't see them in deeper places, the more the two tails were wrapped, and his body was constantly pulled deeper and deeper.

He took out the Qinglong Xuanjian, held it in his hand and slashed at the tail that had been wrapped around his calf, and every time he swung his tail, he would shrink because of the pain, and when he shrunk, the scales that were upside down would be scraped and hissed.

The fine scales cut small strips of thin wounds on the calf, and some dense blood beads overflowed from the wounds, and those scales seemed to be stimulated by blood, and the open small scales instantly absorbed the blood beads attached to the wound.

At this moment, Qi Yan was a little frightened, the invisible demon beast, the uncontrolled aura, was deep in the swamp.

After the scales on the tail absorbed the blood beads, they continued to open and close, like breathing, and every time they opened and closed Qiyan, they could clearly see the demonic blood emanating from the place where the scales were connected to the flesh.

One hand swinging the sword can only quickly swipe left and right, slashing left and right, giving the two tails too many respite, suddenly Qi Yan thought of something, and took out the sword he picked up from Long Xiang.

Since Qi Yan seized this sword, he hadn't looked at it carefully, and when he held it in his hand, he found that this sword was not only not surprisingly colored, but the black and gray hilt was more like an unedged knife, and the rough edges on the hilt made this sword look even stranger, but he clearly remembered that Long Xiang had used this sword to slash Tingzhi.

Qi Yan held the sword in his left hand, the Qinglong Xuanjian in his right hand, and swung his hands at the tail wrapped around his leg at the same time, and Qi Yan, who was sinking deeper and deeper, saw an object that emitted a soft light not far from his feet, and the breath emitted by that mass was very similar to the breath under the silt.

What surprised him even more was that the effect of this seemingly unopened sword on the tail was surprisingly good, the tail that was cut off on the left leg retreated a lot, the tightness on the leg was suddenly slowed down, and the thin tail trembled near the leg, wanting to get close but not daring to get close.

Seeing that it worked, Qi Yan immediately went to slash the tail on his right leg again, and with a slight slash, the tail was broken into several pieces, and then he heard a painful and angry roar from farther and deeper.

The mud around him made a big ripple, as if a behemoth was breaking through the heavy silt and rushing towards it.

For a moment, Qi Yan had the idea of struggling to climb onto the mud, and then he gave up again, he wanted to see what the glowing white thing was not far from his feet.

The huge fluctuations in the distance made the world under the mud even more blurry, and the white light also loomed, Qi Yan closed his eyes with some stinging, and continued to grope downward with the direction in his memory.

At the same time as he touched a soft petal, he also felt a scale that quickly crossed, and suddenly he opened his eyes suddenly, the feeling would not be wrong, wet and slippery, but the scale seemed to be many times larger in the tentacle.

He reached out suddenly, grabbed the petals he had just touched, and put them into the ring without looking, and when he looked up, he met a pair of big green eyes.

Qi Yan clearly saw his figure through the pupils erected in the big green eyes, Qi Yan couldn't help but retreat a few times, and after standing still, he found that he was already able to move freely in the gray mud and sand.

It was only at this time that I saw clearly what the behemoth in front of him was, the huge head was not far in front of Qi Yan, and the entire head and thick neck were covered with a layer of pitch-black scales.

The back of the neck is connected to a small mountain-like body, but the six claws are like hands, and the two thin tails around him that are extremely inconsistent with the huge body are flicking one after another.

Qi Yan searched through all the records of demon beasts in his mind, but found that only the lizard crocodile beast was similar to the demon beast in front of him, but it was not exactly the same.

Qi Yan raised the sword in his left hand and found that the crocodile's vertical pupils shrank very quickly, and this change in pupils showed that it was afraid of the sword in its hand.

Qi Yan, who was holding the sword in his hand, cautiously took a small step closer to the front, and was somewhat surprised to find that the lizard crocodile beast first glanced at Qi Yan and then at the sword in its hand, and then took a step back.

This change made Qi Yan very encouraged, and he waved his sword out of thin air a few times, the huge lizard crocodile beast in front of him actually trembled a little, and the surrounding plaster became even more muddy, but Qi Yan still saw it as if he tilted his head and thought for a while.

Qi Yan, who was holding the sword, looked at it with each other, no one made the next move, and in the next second, the huge lizard crocodile beast let out a mournful cry from its throat, and then shook its mountain-like body and dived into the depths of the silt.