Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling and Xiao Pomegranate followed the direction of the Resentful Soul Flower until they arrived at the west of the mountain. It turned out to be a large swamp, filled with the smell of rotten grass and mud.

Little Pomegranate accidentally stepped into the soft mud and was instantly entangled in the vines extending out of the swamp, dragging her deeper into the swamp!

Ye Ling used the Shadowless Sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, and cut off the vine directly!

Then, the edge of the sword sank into the mire, and soon a vine demon like a mud gourd emerged from it. Most of the vines on its body were cut off by the Shadowless Sword. At this moment, it looked at Ye Ling in horror, and worshiped again and again.

Little Pomegranate was shocked, and when she saw that it was the Mud Gourd Vine Demon that was causing trouble, it was cut to pieces by Mr. Ye's sword energy. It was groveling and begging for mercy. Little Pomegranate glared at it: "How brave! How dare you plot in front of Mr. Ye. Me? Please kill this monster!"

When the vine demon heard this, he was so frightened that he collapsed in the mud. With the few remaining vines, he bowed and bowed to the ground.

Ye Ling looked at the direction of the Resentful Soul Flower, which was pointing towards the depths of the swamp, and suddenly sent a spiritual message to the vine demon: "Which one is the strongest in the swamp?"

The mud gourd and vine demon responded without hesitation: "Zikui! He is sleeping in the deep marsh, don't dare to disturb him."

The vine demon also used the vine to draw shadow shapes on the mud, which looked like a burly and strong man.

"Go! Wake it up! Let the Corpse Chief come to see me." Ye Ling waved his sleeves and rolled up the mud gourd and vine demon without any ceremony, stamped it with divine consciousness, and threw it into the depths of the swamp.

Little Pomegranate was afraid of stepping into the mire again, so she simply changed back to her original shape, still like a little white fox, and jumped onto Ye Ling's shoulder, whispering: "Sir, are we too reckless? Aren't you afraid of encountering something terrible? A powerful existence?”

Ye Lingyun said calmly: "It doesn't matter! Before leaving, the demon fairy gave the leaf talisman as a gift. No matter what corpse master is causing trouble, it can't do anything to us! Besides, even if I don't use the leaf talisman, I have other way to deal with it.”

Little Pomegranate was determined, and her blue eyes stared into the swamp.

I saw a bunch of blisters popping up in Gudu, and a blue-eyed golden toad jumped out of it. It squatted half-crouched on the mud gourd and vine demon, its green eyes widened, and it looked at Xiao Pomegranate's green-eyed fox eyes.

Little Pomegranate looked disgusted: "What an ugly toad! Nihulu, didn't you ask me to call the Corpse Chief? Let this toad come out to die?"

The blue-eyed golden toad seemed to have been greatly insulted. He took a breath from the ground, his body swelled, and he spit out a huge fireball, and the hot air hit his face.

Ye Ling pressed his hand and cast Seven Nether Demonic Flames!

The light of the nine evil and seven-colored magic flames immediately swallowed up the fireball! Even the blue-eyed golden toad was affected by the rolling magic flames and was almost burnt to black. As for the mud gourd and vine demon, it had already seen that the situation was not good and got into the mud.

Ye Ling's eyes revealed a strange light. Even though this blue-eyed golden toad was just a ninth-level monster, it had rough skin and thick flesh, able to withstand the burning of its magic flames.

"It's interesting! This blue-eyed golden toad is not alive, but has been made into a puppet."

As Ye Ling spoke, he summoned his Ancient Barbarian Puppet. Compared to the Blue-Eyed Golden Toad, this is the corpse puppet that truly possesses the Nascent Soul body!

The moment the ancient barbarian puppet came out, a sigh came from the depths of the swamp: "Fellow Taoist, you and I don't offend the river! Why do you violate the boundary and hurt my precious toad?"

Ye Ling then dispersed his consciousness and stared coldly at the figure rising from the swamp. He was dripping wet, holding a wine jar in his hand, his drunken eyes squinting. Under his feet was a rock-hard turtle shell, which also exuded A strong sense of death.