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"Wait, I seem to feel a strong malice targeting me."

Biguio stopped in front of the door, looked back at Zhang Xiaofan suspiciously, Zhang Xiaofan coughed lightly, the corner of his mouth withdrew his smile, looked at the bamboo forests on both sides solemnly, as if he had just heard Biguio's words, turned his gaze back to meet it in doubt See.

After all, the two have known each other for ten years, how could Baguio fail to see his poor acting skills, she couldn't help but give Zhang Xiaofan a sideways glance, stood with folded arms, raised her chin with a half-smile, "Pretend, pretend for me."

Seeing being exposed by Baguio, Zhang Xiaofan smiled coyly, and quickly changed the subject, "Don't talk about it, the death swamp sky light has come into the world, and now it has alarmed the entire practice world, this time Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple have sent people there , there must be no fake, we should tell the senior and Miss Si Teng the news earlier."

"I heard someone flirting and cursing outside the door from a long distance away. So it's Xiaofan and Yaoer who came?" A breeze blew, and the bamboo door creaked open. Zhou Ji walked out of the room and looked at the people outside the threshold. Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio were smiling.

Bi Yao embroidered fist gestures, gave Zhang Xiaofan a threatening look, then showed a smile on his face, pulled Zhang Xiaofan's arm and carried him to the yard, "Master, Xiaofan just got some good news."

"Senior." Compared to Bi Yao, who is neither big nor small, Zhang Xiaofan has become more calm. From being a child in the past to now being the fifth protector of the Ghost King Sect, with the increase in experience and knowledge, he The more I realize how unattainable the strength of this 'senior' who treats people well and has a warm personality is unattainable.

Honestly bowing to Zhou Ji with fists cupped, Zhang Xiaofan told Zhou Ji about the secret letter he had just received.

This time, the golden light vision is large in scale, radiant for thousands of miles, and magnificent in momentum. In the past few days after receiving the secret letter, both the righteous and the devil and many casual practitioners have also started to act one after another. It does not seem to be a fake.

As for the people who went there, they also heard the news.

The Temple of the Back Mountain is built on the mountain. Standing in the square outside the temple, thousands of people are looking at the dense bamboo forest occupying a corner of the valley. Living on the high ground, the small buildings are faintly visible. A fragrant wind is gradually approaching, and the guards outside the temple are crowded Stopping to salute, all the people glanced in the direction of the person who came, and gestured to the left and right. The guards and servants bowed and retreated, and the bloodshot eyes that became finer and thinner quietly disappeared.

"Ma'am, why are you here?" Wan Wan raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, with a soft light in his eyes, and stepped forward to support Xiao Chi.

Xiao Chi looked at her husband who was suddenly strange but recovered quickly, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Over the years, the Wandu Sect has been destroyed, the Changshengtang has been forcibly subdued, and the Hehuan Sect dared not disobey the orders of the Ghost King Sect. It has become the leader of the various sects of the Demon Sect, and has almost realized the "unification of the Demon Sect" promised by Ten Thousand People. wish, but the idiot who is the person next to the pillow can clearly feel that the husband who has "got everything" has not been satisfied.

The chaos of righteousness and evil has lasted for thousands of years, fighting and killing, entanglements of grievances and resentments, even the idiot who dislikes fighting with others the most, almost died in the Liuhu Cave with his daughter because of the ambush of Tianyin Temple.

It's fine if you just want to grow the Demon Cult step by step, the sensitivity and delicateness of being a woman made her faintly feel something more dangerous.

That is the attitude of all people towards Zhou Ji.

In the past, in the name of Zhou Ji's "sitting in charge" of Huqi Mountain, the Ghost King Sect expanded wildly, and few people dared to fight against it, but now the Ghost King Sect dominates, and thousands of people often regard Zhou Ji as "uncontrollable" threat.

The little idiot who knows all people's tendencies knows this very well, but she can't change it. All she can do is to try her best to maintain a good relationship with Si Teng with Baguio, trying to save the disaster as much as possible.

But this is something for later, what she cares more about now is Baguio's injury.

Glancing along the line of sight of thousands of people just now, the little idiot frowned slightly, and said worriedly, "Master, just now Yao'er told me that you promised to let her accompany Xiaofan and Mr. Zhou to the Death Swamp, and she has three souls and seven souls." Although the soul has recovered in the past ten years, it is still a bit weaker than ordinary people. The Death Swamp is located in the most evil place in the southwest, and it is too dangerous. Is there something wrong with this matter?"

"Ma'am, don't worry, Mr. Zhou and Ms. Si Teng regard Yao'er as their own, and Xiao Fan loves her in every possible way, so nothing will happen." Wan Wan laughed, "What's more, it's because of her three souls. The seven souls are too weak, so they should go all the way, find the treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor as soon as possible, and drink the divine water, so as not to cause another wave."

"But." Although the little idiot knew that what Wan Wan said was right, he was still a little worried in his heart. Seeing the little idiot's worry, Wan Wan subconsciously comforted him, "I will also bring the green dragon and white tiger with me on this trip. Go together with Mister Ghost for secret protection and after-event response, so you should feel relieved, right?"

The little idiot was stunned for a moment, although he was puzzled as to why Ten Thousand People would choose to protect him secretly, but he still chose to trust his husband, and nodded his head in a sticky manner.

The mountain breeze is slightly cool, rolling up a piece of bamboo leaf and whirling past the front of the hall, the little idiot lightly gripped the fallen leaf blowing from the bamboo forest, with a faint fragrance of bamboo forest lingering around the tip of the nose, lowering his eyes Looking at the lush green bamboo sea in the distance, he said softly, "Since Mr. Zhou and Ms. Si Teng moved to Huqi Mountain, it has added a lot of vitality to this valley."

Wan Wan casually took the bamboo leaf from Xiao Chi's hand, and said with a smile, "You are weak, and it's not easy for you to blow the cold wind. You should go back and rest earlier."

A few maids were recruited to wait for Xiao Chi to leave, until her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Wan Xiang turned and looked back towards the direction of the bamboo forest, raised his arms, and rubbed them between his fingers, the bamboo leaves shattered into slag and fell in the wind.

Going to the southwest again, Zhou Ji took Si Teng, Zhang Xiaofan took Baguio, because Baguio's spirit was weak, and because they hadn't left Huqi Mountain for ten years, the four of them stopped and stopped on the way, which took nearly three hours. It took only a month to pass through the four prefectures of Guizhou, Hunan, Lei, and Yun, and arrived at the edge of the vast swamp in the southwest.

The Death Swamp covers an extremely vast area, and it is filled with the bad smell of fermented plants and corpses all year round. A faint layer of mist shrouded the swamp, and the deeper it went, the thicker the mist became. And those fogs are definitely not just scattered on the swamps, the deposits of countless annual meetings make it impossible for anyone to determine where the fog is mixed with the poisonous miasma that kills people!

Zhou Ji and Zhang Xiaofan had been here once before, so they knew the environment fairly well, but it was the first time for Si Teng and Baguio to come to such a poor place. They rested for two days in Rangxi Town, which they had been to before, and returned to the king. Heading towards the village.

Different from the lifeless one when I came here last time, although Dawang Village is still desolate, there are many more strangers. Although this is not the only entrance to the Dead Swamp, it is the closest inhabited place to the Dead Swamp. Before entering the Dead Swamp, most people will come here to buy some dry food and water. The villagers made a small fortune and became a little more angry.

Bi Yao frowned slightly, looking at the practitioners walking around in the village, although she felt a little guilty in her heart, she still refused to admit defeat, and said with a pout, "Obviously we knew it first."

"We know that we may not come first, and they may not be able to get the treasure if they come first." Zhou Ji shook his head. For a illusory legend, these practitioners rushed to the swamp of death regardless of life and death with only a golden vision. How many treasures can come out of the death swamp alive in the end?

Not far away came the copper bell again, as clear as that day, but this time Zhang Xiaofan led Baguio's Rouyi no longer admitting his mistake, but turned his head to look at the woman in front of the banner, and couldn't help but freeze in place , his expression couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Dressed in white, it is as bright as the first snow, beautiful and incomparable, and his appearance is as cold as before. Standing in the crowd and independent, it seems that he is out of place with the dilapidated surroundings.

"Xiaofan, what are you looking at?" Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan was suddenly in a daze, Baguio subconsciously tiptoed to look in the direction he was looking at, but pedestrians hurriedly blocked their sight, only a cloud pattern on the white shirt disappeared into the street.

"People from Qingyun Sect are here too?" Bi Yao looked up at Zhang Xiaofan, Zhang Xiaofan tightened Bi Yao's Rou Yi, nodded with a wry smile.

Zhou Ji also saw that figure walking away, his eyes fell back on Zhang Xiaofan, glanced at Bi Yao, Zhou Ji sighed lightly, and didn't say anything he shouldn't have said.

Not far away, Zhou Yixian patted Xiaohuan who was suddenly in a daze in doubt, stroked his beard, and asked kindly, "Xiaohuan, what's wrong with you?"

And standing in front of him was a middle-aged man with an expectant face, staring at him closely, "Shenxian Zhou, do you think I can get the treasure in the swamp this time?"

Zhou Yixian coughed lightly, shook his head and said, "Your Excellency is magnificent and surrounded by purple energy, your fate is smooth, and your fortune is long. Let the old man do the math again." Fantastic little ring.

Xiaohuan quietly glanced at the middle-aged man, and tapped Zhou Yixian's palm a few times.

Zhou Yixian thought for a while, and couldn't help sighing, "Your Excellency has a noble life, but you are afraid of being contaminated by dirt. In this dead marsh, the marsh gas is extremely poisonous, and evil things and demon spirits are full of filth. If you find treasures, even your own fate will be corrupted by evil spirits."

The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and he seemed a little dissatisfied. But anyone who asks God for divination wants to hear good words, wants to know that he is free from disease and disaster, and that his wishes will come true.

Seeing the cold eyes of the middle-aged man, Zhou Yixian couldn't help sighing: "Your Excellency, listen to me, the old man has won the true biography of the patriarch. Before coming to Shuize, he specially prepared a sachet. I don't want to meet you today. The old man had an inspiration in his heart, and only then did he realize that this thing was made by Your Excellency."

After finishing speaking, he carefully took out a sachet made of rags from his bosom. Dense stitches sewed a small gossip on the apricot-yellow rags. The two lines of yin and yang on the hexagrams were clearly visible, and the expression was distinct.

It looked rather mysterious, and the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. He was not a disciple of a famous family, nor was he a wealthy family. Now that he saw this piece of gossip, he felt that he had encountered a treasure this time.

He quickly stretched out his hands to take the sachet, but saw a skinny hand covering the sachet in front of him.

Zhou Yixian looked around quietly, and when he saw no one was paying attention, he grabbed the middle-aged man, and said cautiously: "The wealth is not in vain, please take a moment to speak."

Seeing the two whispering in the corner, Xiaohuan couldn't help but sighed against the banner of "Immortal Guides the Way".

Some of these people are disciples of famous families, all of them are well-informed, and they all have the word 'liar' written in their eyes.

There are also some 'monks' who keep pulling out money in the corner. As casual monks, they have some experience in the world, but their desire for 'treasures' and 'scriptures' is often better than that of famous disciples, and they are generous, even They are especially unaware of being cheated. This is the main source of income for their grandparents.

Seeing the behavior of the grandson and grandson, Zhou Ji and the others felt amused, but there are many practitioners here, due to the identities of Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio Ghost King Zong, it is inconvenient to chat with them, so they went up and called After saying hello, she said goodbye and left. Xiaohuan's surprise also turned into relief when she saw Baguio beside Zhang Xiaofan. She generously gave Biguio a sachet, with smiles on her brows, and It is also a blessing and a prayer.

On the second day, the sky was gray, the clouds were low, and the damp smell of rotting vegetation was accompanied by a cool breeze blowing from the depths of the swamp.

There is plenty of water vapor here, and it rains all year round. Standing on the edge of the wetland, Si Teng looked up at the gloomy sky, and even looked forward to it raining sooner.

Dense mosquitoes form a cloud in the distance, sweeping the grass and shrubs unscrupulously. Although the soft soil is supported by the root system of the weeds, it is difficult to bear the heavy footsteps. If you don't pay attention, you will fall into the mud.

Although Si Teng grew up in the dense forest in the southwest, the dense forest in the southwest is completely different from the Mizusawa in the southwest of the world today. Seeing all kinds of bugs coming out of the grass from time to time, Si Teng's pupils trembled, and his whole body was about to hang in Zhouji. body.

Zhou Ji was funny and distressed, so he had to draw out the Juexian sword and hand it to her. With the innate evil spirit overflowing from the sword, even these mosquitoes would instinctively avoid it.

Without the pests, Si Teng can finally save the last bit of face in his "apprentice".

Everyone has a love of beauty, and as a woman, no matter how deep her cultivation is, she can't change the concept of disgusting filth and filth.

In addition, there are puddles everywhere in the swamp, and some places will swallow people up like quicksands of death if you don't step into them. With the help of Zhou Ji's magic power, Si Teng summoned vines to weave into a net and spread out under his feet , the length is no more than five steps in front of you, but with each step out, it will go back and forth, as if paving a road, but it also avoids the embarrassment of being stuck in the mud.

As their group went deeper, fewer and fewer monks could be seen, and the dense footprints and trampled water plants on the periphery of Dawang Village had been covered by muddy water again, and there were only looming trails extending to Deep in the mist, it finally disappeared without a trace.