"It's a poisonous miasma, do you have to keep inhaling these poisonous miasma in the wilderness? ”

Rao is a well-informed wind killer, and he can't help but sigh out for the terrible praise of the flood wilderness, this is just a miasma, in case of a poisonous demon beast, if you don't die, you have to shed your skin.

Wen Su finally found a place that could be superior to Feng Jueyu, and laughed to his heart's content: "I haven't seen it, I dare to come to the flood with this ability, you don't have enough ten lives, the method of avoiding miasma requires diligent cultivation, you can't adapt to it without a few years of hard work." ”

Wen Su said, his mood was finally better, and he raised his chin proudly.

Feng Jueyu glanced at him and stopped looking, such a person would do nothing but compare his own advantages with the shortcomings of others.

Wu Qingqiu looked at Wen Su intentionally or unintentionally, and said to Feng Jueyu without paying attention: "The reason why the flood is called the flood is because it has been stored a long time ago, the biggest feature of this forest is that it has accumulated the essence of a long time, from the beginning of the heaven and earth, how many strong people have come from the periphery of the grand plan and the inner enclosure, leaving countless footprints, as the saying goes, there are nine layers in the sky, and this land is also divided into three, six, nine, etc., the flood forest is a special field that collects the essence of the sun and the moon of heaven and earth, and is a special field. The rotten aura fills the forest, which is why such a poisonous miasma is produced, cultivators who have not cultivated the Yang God cannot survive here at all, and even the strong people with the Yang God need to use various methods to exclude the miasma from the body in order to ensure their own safety, otherwise do you think the flood will become the biggest barrier on the battlefield of the Realms?"

Wu Qingqiu's words seemed to have a deep understanding, making it impossible to doubt, Feng Jueyu lowered his head and pondered, and nodded silently.

"Master's residence will be there soon, no matter whether you can get Shizun's guidance this time, please don't take out Shizun's residence and spread it around. Wu Qingqiu reminded.

Feng Jueyu replied: "This is nature. ”

As they spoke, the two of them walked to a huge swamp, the ground of which was so large that it could not be seen at a glance, and many places in the center of the swamp were bubbling with black bubbles, like a pot of boiling water, but it was completely black.

There were a number of crooked-necked trees in the swamp, and each tree hung many things like beehives, and black bees, young and small black bees, sunny flies the size of calves, and giant mosquitoes the size of eagles were busy around those strange beehives, making buzzing sounds.

Obviously, these are several insect-like demon beasts, I don't know how powerful they are, but the number is extremely large, at a cursory glance, there are thousands of them, and they look very infiltrating, let alone provoking them.

Seeing this scene, Feng Jueyu stood up with goosebumps all over his body, and subconsciously looked at Wu Qingqiu.

"Big victory, you come to break the queen. Wu Qingqiu said to the burly man Sun Dasheng, and Sun Dasheng scratched his head and smiled innocently.

"Follow me, look at your feet, don't use your divine power, or you will be discovered by those demon beasts. Wu Qingqiu reminded, found a direction, walked out directly from the shore, and stood in the swamp.

Feng Jueyu was taken aback, I'm afraid that the swamps here are the kind of swamps that can stick to the strong, is it okay for Wu Qingqiu to just walk up like this?

As it turned out, nothing.

Just when Feng Jueyu thought that Wu Qingqiu would fall into the swamp with one foot, a gray bulge suddenly appeared where he landed, just enough for her to stand alone.

Formation!

A word that was not unfamiliar flashed in Feng Jueyu's mind like lightning, and then he heard Wu Qingqiu say: "Follow my route, don't go wrong, so that it won't attract the attention of the demon beast, and it won't fall, be careful." Wu Qingqiu said and took a step to the right, and sure enough, it was a bulge that caught her.

Feng Jueyu was amazed, took a note of his steps and direction, and took a step forward: "Interesting, what kind of formation is this? You just told me like that, if you let others know about it, wouldn't the formation be a waste?"

Wen Su lifted the corners of his mouth with disdain: "Is the Flood Desolate Evil Swamp a place where you can come and go whenever you want?" The formation route here will change once you go, and even if you don't understand the formation principle, you can't break the formation even if you walk it thousands of times. ”

"Oh, is it amazing?"

Wu Qingqiu nodded, and said: "Senior brother is right, and the route of the evil swamp is transformed by the origin of the foreign land, not only is there no basis to be found, but it can only bear the importance of one person at a time, if someone wants to take someone in, once it is discovered, the entire formation will immediately become a dead formation, you see that there is a nest of demon beasts hanging on the tree, that is the mechanism in the formation, once the formation is changed, all the demon beasts will attack it in groups, those are at least 8,000 to 10,000 years old demon beast tiger head fly, giant forest peak, at least 100,000 ......"

"100,000. ”

Feng Jueyu almost bit off his tongue when he heard this, the eight thousand years of demon beast cultivation has almost the strength of the Chongyang Realm, and the nine thousand years is the peak of the Chongyang, and when it comes to ten thousand years, it is not inferior to the first realm of the dust, if they are all demon beasts that have been cultivated for ten thousand years, there are still 100,000 of them, just in such a big place, the gods will have to be bitten all over the body.

It's also horrible.

"To be able to lay out such a powerful formation, it must be the work of Elder Yiming. Feng Jue Yu said with palpitations.

Wen Su shook his face proudly: "Of course, the master is omnipotent through the past and the present, not to mention this small desolate swamp, even a more powerful magic circle." ”

Feng Jueyu's face darkened when he heard this, this Wen Su always found trouble for himself when he heard it, let him say it in a sentence or two, it was endless, Feng Jueyu sneered: "Yiming has learned through the past and the present, and he has seen it in the next, but in my opinion, his ability to teach and educate people is average." ”

"What do you say?

Feng Jueyu said: "Am I wrong? As his apprentice, he doesn't know how to be low-key and modest, and always looks like no one in his eyes, how clever can such a means of educating people be?"

"You ......"

Wen Su was choked by Feng Jueyu's words for a long time and didn't speak, and at this time, bursts of hearty laughter came from the distance of the swamp: "Haha, this little brother is very upright, that's right, the old man has always been arrogant, and he has few playmates in the Flood Wasteland Realm, and he has developed a proud and arrogant temperament since he was a child, and he is old and incompetent, but he really hasn't taught him well." ”

"Master?"

Walking into the desolate black swamp, everyone must have raised their eyes to look in the direction where the voice came from, and Wu Qingqiu, Wen Su, and Sun Dasheng bowed their heads in awe.

Hearing this voice, Feng Jueyu was also shocked in his heart, looked around, and couldn't find out where the sound came from, so he didn't dare to be careless, hugged his fists, and stopped in place.

"The younger generation is absolutely feathered, and I have seen a Ming senior. ”

The voice said: "Xiaoyou don't need to be polite, the previous lesson has been written, and I will definitely teach the disciple well in the future, Qingqiu, please come in." ”

The voice was extremely polite when it spoke, and it had to make Feng Jueyu awe-inspired, so it seemed that although Wen Su was not inferior, his master was also a reasonable person when he knew it.

Feng Jueyu admired it in his heart, and then kept silent, Wen Su was damaged by him and taught by Yiming, so he naturally didn't dare to say anything, so he could only look at Feng Jueyu with annoyance and wanted to eat him alive.

After that, a few people didn't speak again, Wu Qingqiu led the way, followed her route for about half an hour, only to see a piece of land without a black swamp, Feng Jueyu admired this Yiming more and more in his heart, he could arrange such a formation in the wilderness, it seems that this Yiming is not only as simple as having ability.

On the shore, there was a feeling of solidity under his feet, Feng Jueyu looked up, only to see a piece of land with a hundred tilts appeared in front of his eyes, there were small woods on the land, and there were several thatched houses in the woods, all of which were built with trees, and there was a canopy on the roof that covered the sky, which was used as a cover, and it could not be found from the sky, and there was no lair of demon beasts around the land, and the air was mixed with some strange and strange floral smells, which properly protected the land.

Smelling this fragrance of flowers, Feng Jueyu's mind was clear, and the poisonous miasma he had inhaled before disappeared without a trace, and he realized that this scent of flowers was likely to be some kind of medicine to disperse the poisonous miasma of the flood wilderness.

Walking through the grove, the four of them came to the front of a thatched hut, surrounded by no fences, fences or other buildings, and only a few flower fields of different sizes could be seen.

It is not a place of colorful bees and butterflies, but some places are planted with herbs, some trees are dry and withered branches, and there is everything.

In the flower field, a middle-aged man wearing a horse coat and shorts is plowing the field with a hoe, this is a very ordinary-looking person, with fine beads of sweat on his head, as if he has been dry for a long time, tired and sweating, while plowing the ground, the middle-aged man will straighten his waist and stretch a little, and then wipe the sweat twice with a square towel hanging on his waist.

Seeing Feng Jueyu and a few people coming over, the middle-aged man put down the hoe in his hand, took out a square towel to wipe the mud on his hand, picked up a huge teapot and walked to a small square table in the flower field and sat down, poured it into a big worn-out bowl, took a sip, and waved at Feng Jueyu and smiled: "This is the little friend who just spoke, old and clear, polite, you are thirsty after walking for so long, come and drink some water." ”

He's a Ming?

Feng Jueyu looked at the middle-aged man in surprise, when he just listened to the words, he thought that Yi Ming would be an elderly elder, with an extraordinary bearing, You Mo Liwen, nothing to do to get some tea fairy wind and preaching, extraordinary, dare to guess one of them.

Yiming gave Feng Jueyu only two words: mediocrity.

Just like the old man in the countryside, ploughing at sunrise and perching at sunset, how can he have the demeanor of an elder.