As soon as he walked around the big rock, he laughed loudly: "Haha, Di Shiyin, you..."

He didn't finish a sentence, and the second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat!

Where are the two figures of Di Shiyin in front of me?

What appeared in front of him was not the boulder he expected, but a large swamp——

There are countless black stones jumping in the swamp, like black skulls.

Above the swamp, there is a colorful mist hovering, which looks extremely weird.

how so?!

Feng Xiaoxun's expression suddenly changed, what went wrong?!

The path he is taking is obviously the right one!

He subconsciously stepped back, his feet softened, as if he had stepped into quicksand, and his whole body sank rapidly downwards.

Not good! He didn't care to think about what was wrong anymore, slapped his palm down, and following the reaction force, his body flew upwards and fell towards a promising boulder.

"Poof!" His kick seemed to pop a balloon. The seemingly hard rock was turned into powder and scattered in all directions.

He couldn't keep his footing and fell directly into the swamp——

Damn it! That big rock was actually a phantom again, and he was fooled!

Fortunately, he was very clever in adapting to situations. Without realizing it, he rolled his body in the air, flew straight up, and plunged into the colorful mist above the swamp with a pop——

"Cough cough cough..." There was something unknown in this colorful mist, and his breath was extremely pungent and very choking, making him cough twice.

He hurriedly waved his hands and set up a barrier to protect his whole body and isolate the colorful mist from outside.

Stabilizing his body, he looked around, feeling as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his head, freezing him from head to toe.

All the big rocks were gone, and what appeared in front of him was an endless swamp.

The mud in the swamp is rolling, looks dark and greasy, and is bubbling -

This scene was very familiar to him.

A few years ago, he watched thousands of his magic soldiers fall into the swamp, be swallowed up by the mud, and never come out again——

Now the past is happening again!

The difference is that this time he is the only one caught in the battle——

The formation of Emperor Shiyin is unpredictable and unpredictable. Although there may not be a mire on this small island, Emperor Shiyin can condense it with his mind power. There is no difference between the mire condensed by his mind power and the real mire...

There seemed to be a huge attraction in this quagmire. Feng Xiaoxun had to fly into the colorful mist in order to break free from the attraction of the quagmire.

He dashed left and right in the formation, and everything seemed to reappear as before. One moment he crashed into a ball of flames, the next moment he crashed into the poisonous mist, and the next time he struggled, it seemed like he crashed into a ball of void.

, it was chaos up and down, left and right, and a vast expanse of white. He didn’t even know whether he was standing or lying down——

He knew in his heart that this must be an illusion, and if he pushed hard towards the sky, he should be able to get out.

But - he can't tell where the sky is now...

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