Beast

[***] The white miasma of the swamp rarely surges, and when the stench like rotting corpses makes people sick, they only feel pain in the forehead, dizziness and fatigue.

The monks with their weapons floating in the air looked horrified and could not confidently look at the scene in front of them. They wondered how the monk with tiger-striped skin could be so greedy and even went to hunt for treasure even when he was about to die.

No monk can count how many creatures this [***] swamp has devoured. All we know is that even monks as advanced as those in the early stages of Ding Ling would not dare to go deep into the stinking miasma, even if a royal weapon flew through it.

Miasma, people can also be infected by miasma and fall into it.

At that time, no matter how deep your true energy is, it will be difficult to do anything. Even if you can persist for a moment or three, you will be infected by the miasma and die. In the end, you can only be swallowed by the swamp, and the bones will be difficult to float up again.

All the monks retreated one after another, wishing they could get as far away from this [***] swamp as possible.

"I wanted to use this to get rid of the physical man, so that he could not catch up, but I didn't expect that I would end up being swallowed up by the [***] swamp together with the golden scale fruit." A monk who was retreating said thoughtfully, with a thoughtful look on his face.

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"I didn't get anything, and I ended up with scars all over. It's just because my physical training was too clumsy. I deserved to die." A monk who was retreating said angrily, obviously blaming Yang Qing for not getting the Golden Scale Fruit.

The mentality of the monks was different, and the emotions they expressed at this time were different. They were originally fighting over the Golden Scale Fruit, but now the treasure fell into the [***] swamp. The monks on the several sides were no longer hostile to each other, and some were very fast.

After leaving, a few people were waiting in the distance of [***] Swamp.

Regardless of what the cultivators were doing, Yang Qing had already rushed into the [***] swamp while transforming into a beast.

Although he is reckless, he will not be so reckless as to risk his life to salvage rare treasures.

The reason is that the violence in his heart makes it difficult for him to be afraid. Secondly, he does not understand the danger of [***] Swamp. Thirdly, the miasma belongs to the underworld, and he has the underworld stone as a support.

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

Act recklessly, then think carefully, using the latter to make up for the mistakes of the former.

A faint green light enveloped a radius of several feet, and the miasma was gradually aroused without deliberately looking at the underworld stone.

The Dark Soul Stone is a high-grade magic weapon. With Yang Qing's spiritual strength, it cannot be manipulated as desired. This also makes the Dark Soul Stone incapable of manipulating the dark energy. If you want to keep the miasma away from the whole body, you can only rely on the dark green light it emits autonomously.

It's hard to miss out the light.

Since the Underworld Capturing Stone can absorb underworld energy, it must be able to drive it away.

The Mingshi Stone has recognized its owner, and with a movement of consciousness, the area covered by the green light instantly shrank, becoming more dazzling. Within a radius of less than half a foot, the miasma was pushed out by the green light.

Soon, within the area enveloped by the green light, there was no trace of miasma, and the whole body was protected by the light to prevent the body submerged in the swamp from being invaded by miasma.

We were at the edge of the [***] swamp, but the thick mud was already up to our knees. Even though the miasma was getting thicker, the green light was still as eye-catching as an oversized lantern.

Several monks who originally wanted to leave saw that Yang Qing was not as expected, and collapsed on the edge of the [***] swamp. The gem that emitted a faint green light made them even more surprised, and they took it away.

Thoughts of self-interest arise.

"Ouch!"

The violent roar of the tiger, the strange red eyes staring into the depths of the [***] swamp, bubbles as big as fists appeared from time to time, and after the bubbles collapsed, a white mist merged into the miasma that enveloped the mountain col, and you could vaguely see the

The body of the middle-aged monk was submerged in the swamp except for a pair of feet.

Although the corpse will not struggle, the pair of feet are still sinking slowly to the side. If the swamp has too much fluctuation, it will disappear.

At that time, how to salvage it?

The remaining sanity can't help but be anxious, and the legs stuck in the mud can't help but increase their strength.

The spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate beyond the range shrouded by the green light, otherwise the miasma will confuse the mind and weaken a person's belief in survival. In the end, before being swallowed by the swamp, the heart will be so decadent that he almost wants to give up survival.

The miasma is getting stronger and stronger, making it difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, and can only remember the approximate location.

At this time, Yang Qing, who was in the form of a beast, had already reached waist-deep. The miasma was strong, and the rocks under his feet had been infected and dilapidated. In addition to being slippery and unable to keep his feet, they would sometimes collapse when he stepped on them.

Even though Yang Qing's body was strong, it was extremely laborious to walk at this time.

There is still a distance of ten feet from the middle-aged monk's feet. It must be more than one person deep there. The swamp here is formed due to the rocks under the soil, which makes it difficult for the water flowing between the mountain cols to penetrate deep into the ground.

Everywhere, they are stored in the soil. Over time, they accumulate more and more, and finally become a swamp.

The miasma arises because animals come here, stumble and fall into it, and are unable to escape. They suffocate to death in the mud and begin to rot. Human beings also fall into it. This is why there is so much miasma.

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

As he got closer, his chest was already submerged in the swamp. There was a Hades Stone. The miasma had no effect on him, but there was still a faint stench. The swamp was not cold, but on the contrary, it was warm. His chest was pressed by the mud.

A little depressed.

The clear tiger stripes are gradually blurring, and the strange red eyes are gradually dimming. Practicing "The Art of Controlling the Underworld", although it is still not possible to control and release the beast transformation as desired, it is reducing the time required for the evil spirit to calm down.

As he moved his feet slowly to prevent slipping, the beast transformation was lifted, his skin returned to a healthy color, and his pupils returned to black.

His eyes rolled around to look at the surrounding environment, and he was no longer violent. At this moment, he couldn't help but secretly feel afraid, and ran in recklessly, without carefully considering the consequences. At this time, he had sunk into his chest, and was still five or six feet away from the middle-aged monk's feet.

distance.

The thought of retreating was hidden in my mind. The swamp is not like water. It has a very strong adsorption force on the body. It is easy to step on, but it takes a lot of effort to pull it out. A strong force does not necessarily have a great effect.

No matter how precious the golden scale fruit is, you can't lose your life for it because of greed in your heart.

I don't have the intention to envy the Qi Refining monks who can fly with their weapons. All they have to do is fly in with the Dark Soul Stone and pull it out by the leg.

He frowned and searched in the hazy miasma. If he couldn't, he had to retreat.

"Falling rocks?" Yang Qing said in surprise.

A few feet away to his right, a protrusion only exposed a few inches of the swamp, but could not escape his careful search.

There are mountains on both sides of the col, and there will be falling rocks rolling into the swamp. Small pieces cannot be traced, but large pieces can be stood on, and there must be more than one.

As long as you can ensure that you step on falling rocks and don't let your body be submerged in the swamp, it's fine.

Have a plan and change the direction of walking.

As we got closer to the rockfall, it became more and more strenuous to walk, and the swamp deepened, until we finally had to keep our heads up and move forward.

This rockfall was quite large, so I climbed up using hands and feet and took a moment to breathe easily.

The green light can drive away the miasma, but it cannot push away the mud of the swamp. At this time, the black warrior uniform cannot be seen in its original appearance, and the stench is overwhelming. Moreover, there is not much air within the range covered by the light.

At this time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth left in the body was exhausted, so he had to eat spiritual fruits and replace the air with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He took out a fine steel rod to explore the path, looking for a usable foothold. He stopped and walked along the way. It took him a stick of incense to get close to the middle-aged monk's feet.

He slowly pulled the body over with a fine steel rod. When it was pulled onto the falling rock, he found that except for the holes left by the arrows on the chest, the head had collapsed. It should have happened when the head was upside down and hit the falling rock in the swamp.

The skull and cervical vertebrae were deformed.

He took out a set of robes and spread them on the swamp. He smashed the purple palace with all his strength. Many objects fell out with a "crash" sound, including the hanging golden-scaled fruit and the silver-scaled fruit. There was no time to take a closer look at the hurried objects.

Put it in the Xumi gourd to prevent it from sinking into the swamp due to its heavy weight. Even if it is washed clean, you will still have taboos in your heart.

"Got it!" Yang Qing was excited. Although it was a hard work, it was worth it. He moved his body and returned.

"boom!"

This loud noise shook the miasma, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth vibrated violently.

Yang Qing, who was excited and focused, almost bit off his tongue in shock at the loud noise. He immediately retracted his legs and squatted cautiously on the fallen rocks. This time he squatted, the swamp was up to his chest.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

There were continuous roars, the sound of breaking through the air, and the sound of fighting was astonishing and terrifying!

"Get down here, I!" he yelled angrily!

"Click!"

The sound of breaking boulders violently struck everyone's heart.

"Canglang Jue!"

Accompanied by the angry shouts of a middle-aged man, the spiritual energy of the world trembled violently, converging in one direction, and a powerful water attribute spell was brewing.

"Buzz!"

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

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking through the sky must be someone's weapon rising into the sky.

Yang Qing squatted motionless in the swamp. The fight between the two sides was fierce. He had no intention of participating in it. He only hoped that the fight would be resolved quickly so that he could leave with the Golden Scale Fruit and Silver Scale Fruit and find a secluded place to practice.

Bone. This place has not yet entered the deepest part of the [***] swamp, and the miasma cannot completely cover up the dark green light of the Underworld Stone.

However, he was not too worried. Anyone who paid attention to the movement in the miasma while fighting would probably be unable to tell anything even if he noticed it.

The sound of the imperial weapon flying through the air came from above [***] Swamp, and there were dozens of people listening to the sound.

"Peng, Peng!"

From time to time, monks fell into the [***] swamp. For a moment, the miasma rolled and the mud splashed.

"Where to run!"

Anger rose in the roaring voice, "You thought I couldn't do anything to you if I flew away?"

"Boom, boom, boom"

This kind of sound that breaks through the air can only be made by arrows, and its strength must be greater than when the Yao Yue Bow is opened for seven minutes.

"Ding, ding, ding"

The sound of interception sounded. At such a distance, monks in the early stage of Dingling could still cope with it, but monks in the Zifu realm could not escape intact.

"Zhuang Yu!"

A middle-aged man's cry contained sorrow and sorrow.

"ah!"

The screams started, and then he shouted in pain, "Dad, catch it..."

"call out!"

A sharp sound broke through the air again, interrupting his shouting.

"Peng!"

A monk fell into the swamp again!

"Son!"

A heart-breaking cry!

"How can you take away the spiritual things from Shuangxiong Village!" He shouted angrily, but he was full of ferocity and unwillingness.

[***]In the swamp, miasma is surging.

When a young man with a pale face was about to drown in the swamp, he saw a blurry figure in the green light not far away. He tried his best to struggle like death and shouted "Help!"