The white miasma of the swamp is rare to surge, and when the stench of a carrion makes people sick, I only feel that my brain hurts, and I feel dizzy and weak.

The monks who were floating in the air looked stunned, and it was difficult to look at the scene in front of them confidently, wondering how the monk with tiger stripes on his skin could be so greedy, and he had to go to the realm of death to hunt for treasures.

No monk has counted how many creatures this [***] swamp has devoured, only that even if the monk is as advanced as the monk in the early stage of the spirit fixation, he does not dare to go deep into the foul miasma, even if the imperial weapon flies through the miasma, it will be infected by the miasma and fall into it.

At that time, no matter how deep your true yuan is, it will be difficult to make a difference, even if you can hold on for a moment or three, you will be infected to death by the miasma, and in the end you can only be swallowed by the swamp, and the white bones will be difficult to float up again.

All the monks retreated, eager to get as far away from this [***] swamp as possible.

"I want to get rid of that body cultivator with this, so that he can't catch up, and I can't think that in the end, I can only end up being devoured by the [***] swamp with the golden scale fruit," said a monk in the retreat, his expression thoughtful.

"I didn't get anything, and I ended up scarred, I just blame that body cultivation is too clumsy, and I deserve to die," said the first monk in retreat angrily, obviously attributing the fault of not getting the Golden Scale Fruit to Yang Qing.

The monks have different mentalities and different emotions at this time. Originally, because of the battle of the golden scale fruit, at this time, the treasure fell into the [***] swamp, and the monks on several sides were no longer hostile to each other, some left extremely quickly, and a few people were waiting in the distance of the [***] swamp.

No matter what the cultivators were, Yang Qing had already rushed into the [***] swamp in the beast transformation.

Although he is reckless, he will not be so reckless, giving up his surname to salvage treasures.

The reason is that the violence in his heart makes it difficult for him to be afraid, the second is that he does not understand the danger of the [***] swamp, and the third is that the miasma belongs to the underworld, and he has the Immortal Stone as a renesidence.

In this way, [***] Marsh's biggest threat is almost ineffective against him.

act recklessly, and then think cautiously, and make up for the latter's faults in the former.

The faint green light shrouded a radius of a few feet, and there was no need to deliberately take the dark stone, the miasma was gradually induced.

The Spiritual Stone is a high-grade magic weapon, and with the strength of Yang Qing's divine sense, it cannot be done as desired, which also makes the Spiritual Stone unable to be handy with the Spiritual Qi Indulgence, if you want to keep the miasma away from the body, it is difficult to do it without leaking a trace with the faint green light emitted by itself.

Since the Soul Stone can ingest the Spiritual Qi, it must be able to drive it away.

The Stygian Stone had already recognized its master, and as soon as his divine sense moved, the area covered by the dark green light instantly shrank and became more dazzling. Within a radius of less than half a zhang, the miasma was pushed outward by a dark green light.

Soon, there was no trace of miasma in the range shrouded by the dark green light, and the whole body was protected by the light, so as not to be invaded by the miasma in the swamp.

At this time, it was the edge of the [***] swamp, but the viscous mud was up to the knees, and although the miasma was thick, the faint green light was still as striking as an oversized lantern.

The few monks who originally wanted to leave were even more amazed when they saw that Yang Qing had not collapsed on the edge of the [***] swamp as expected, and the gem that emitted a faint green light made them even more surprised, and the idea of taking it for themselves was breeding.

"Whew!"

The violent tiger roared, the strange red pupils stared at the depths of the [***] swamp, and from time to time bubbles the size of fists appeared, and after the bubbles broke, a white mist merged into the miasma that shrouded the mountain col, and the corpse of the middle-aged monk could be faintly seen, except for a pair of feet, the rest of the parts were submerged in the swamp.

Although the corpse would not struggle, the feet were still slowly sinking to the side, and if the swamp had too much fluctuation, it would disappear completely.

At that time, how to go about salvage.

The remaining sanity was eager, and the legs stuck in the mud couldn't help but increase their strength.

The divine consciousness must not be beyond the range shrouded in the dark green light, otherwise the miasma will confuse the sanity, weaken the belief of a person to survive, and finally, before being swallowed by the swamp, his heart is already so decadent that he almost wants to give up survival.

The miasma is constantly thickening, and it is not real to the naked eye, and only the approximate location can be remembered.

At this time, Yang Qing in the beast transformation had already walked to a waist-deep part, the miasma was thick, and the rocks under his feet had been infected and dilapidated, except for slippery feet, and they would collapse from time to time when he stepped on them.

Rao is Yang Qing's physical body is strong, and it is also extremely laborious to walk at this time.

There was still a distance of ten zhang from the feet of the middle-aged monk, which must have been more than a man deep, and the swamp here was formed because of the rocks under the soil, which made it difficult for the water flowing between the cols to penetrate into the low depths.

And the miasma is produced because the beasts come here, and it is difficult to break free after falling into it, suffocating in the mud and starting to rot, and there are humans who fall into it, so that there will be so many miasma.

There is no wind in the mountain col, and the miasma is difficult to disperse, it is always increasing unabated, and the deepest part of the swamp is so rich that it cannot be dissolved.

As he approached, his chest was already submerged in the swamp, there was a pluto stone, the miasma had no effect on him, but there was still a faint stench, the swamp was not cold, but warm, and his chest was slightly suffocated by the mud that was full of mud.

The clear tiger stripes gradually blurred, the demonic red pupils gradually dimmed, and the cultivation of the "Soul Control Technique", although it was not possible to control and remove the beast as expected, it was reducing the time it took for the evil qi to lie dormant and return to calm.

When the feet move slowly to prevent slipping, the beastialization has been lifted, the skin has returned to a healthy color, and the pupils are black again.

His eyes rolled and looked at the surrounding environment, and he was not violent, and at this time he couldn't help but be secretly afraid, and ran in recklessly, without thinking about the consequences, and at this time he had fallen into his chest, and he was still five or six feet away from the feet of the middle-aged monk.

There is a hidden idea of retreating in my heart, the swamp is not like water, the adsorption force on the body is very strong, it is easy to step on, and it takes a lot of effort to pull it out, and the strength does not necessarily have much effect.

No matter how precious the golden scale fruit is, it can't lose its surname, and blame itself for being greedy in his heart.

I don't have the heart to envy the Qi Refining Cultivator who can fly with a weapon, just fly in with the Spiritual Stone and pull it out.

Frowning and staring in the hazy miasma, if not, he had to retreat.

"Falling stones?" Yang Qing said in surprise.

A foot or two away on his right, a protrusion exposed only a few inches of the swamp, failing to escape his careful search.

There are mountains on both sides of the col, and there will be falling rocks rolling into the swamp, and the small ones will not be traceable, and the large ones can stand on people, and there must be more than one piece.

As long as you can make sure that you don't let your body get drowned in the swamp by stepping on falling rocks.

Have a plan and change the direction of walking.

As we approached the rockfall, the more strenuous it became, and the swamp deepened, until we had to keep our heads up.

The rockfall was quite large, and I climbed up it with my hands and feet, and I was able to breathe for a while.

The faint green light can drive away the miasma, but it can't push the mud of the swamp away, and the black samurai power suit can't see the original appearance at this time, and the smell is stinking. Moreover, there was not much air in the range covered by the light, and the heaven and earth aura left in the body was exhausted at this time, so he had to eat the spirit fruit and replace the air with the heaven and earth aura.

He took out the steel rod and explored the way, looking for a usable foothold, stopping and walking all the way, and with a stick of incense, he approached the middle-aged monk's feet.

The corpse was slowly pulled over with a steel rod, and when it was dragged to the falling rock, it was found that in addition to the hole left by the arrow on the chest, the head had collapsed, and it should have been hit by the falling stone in the swamp when the big head was down, and the skull and cervical vertebrae were deformed.

He took out a set of robes and spread them on the swamp, and smashed his purple mansion with all his strength, and many objects fell out with a 'bang', including the plants with golden scale fruit and silver scale fruit, and he didn't have time to take a closer look at the hurried collection of Sumeru gourd, lest the weight make it sink into the swamp and be polluted, and even if it was washed clean, there was still a taboo in his heart.

"Get it!" Yang Qing was excited, although it was a good toss, but it was worth it, and he had to return when he moved his body.

"Boom!"

This loud noise shook the miasma, and the vibration of the aura of heaven and earth was very violent.

Yang Qing, who was excited and focused, almost bit his tongue out with a loud noise, immediately withdrew his legs, and cautiously squatted on the falling rocks.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The continuous roar was made one after another, and the sound of breaking the air and fighting was amazingly bold!

"Come down to Lao Tzu!"

"Click!"

The sound of a boulder breaking violently hit everyone's heart.

"The waves are decided!"

Accompanied by a middle-aged man's angry shout, the aura of heaven and earth trembled violently, converging in one direction, and a powerful water surname spell was brewing.

"Buzz!"

The miasma trembled with it, and then there were continuous crashing sounds, one more intense than the other!

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking the air should be someone taking off into the air.

Yang Qing squatted motionless in the swamp, the fight between the two sides was fierce, he didn't have any idea of participating in it at all, he just looked forward to a quick solution to the fight, so that he could leave with the Golden Scale Fruit and the Silver Scale Fruit, and find a secluded place to refine his bones. This place has not yet entered the deepest part of the [***] swamp, and the miasma is not yet able to completely obscure the dark green light of the Stygian Stone.

However, he was not too worried, and if he was going to pay attention to the movement in the miasma during the fight, even if he noticed it, he would probably not be able to say.

The sound of the Imperial Weapon's flight breaking through the air was heard above the [***] swamp, and dozens of people listened to its voice.

"Peng, Peng!"

From time to time, a monk fell into the [***] swamp, and for a while, the miasma rolled and the mud splashed.

"Where to run!"

The anger in the loud shouts of the urn rose "I thought I was flying, so I couldn't help you?"

"Boom, boom, boom"

This kind of sound of breaking the air can only be made by arrows, and its strength can be judged to be more than when the bow of the moon is opened for seven minutes.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The sound of interception sounded, at such a distance, the monks in the early stage of the spirit setting could still deal with it, but the monks of the Purple Mansion Realm could not retreat with their whole body.

"Zhuang Yu!"

A middle-aged man's cry was full of pain.

"Ahh

The screams began, and then they shouted "Dad, catch ......" full of pain

"Whew!"

A sharp burst of air resumed, interrupting its shouting.

"Peng!"

A monk has fallen into the [***] swamp again!

"Son!"

A heart-rending shout!

"The spiritual creatures of Shuangxiong Village, how can you take them away!" The urn shouted angrily, except that it was unwilling to be full of ferocity.

In the swamp, the miasma is surging.

When a young man with a blank face was about to drown in the swamp, he saw a vague figure in the faint green light not far away, and struggled with all his strength as if he were dying, shouting, "Help!"