The arc of the Blue Thorn Thorn made Ai Hui immediately regain his long-lost power. He had been tempering the thunder in the thunder for a long time, and the thunder was so familiar to him. When the lightning released by the Blue Thorn entered his body, countless insights suddenly came, like a fountain.

This wonderful world is extremely friendly to Thunder.

What's even more amazing is that Thunder and his ghost sword are extremely compatible, probably because neither is within the Five Elements? Ai Hui has not yet figured out the mystery.

The ghost sword is also gradually undergoing significant changes. The original attributes of Yin and Yang become increasingly prominent, with clear boundaries. The Yang sword gradually turns to pure white, and the fine thunder wanders around the sword body, making them look extremely dazzling. The Yin sword gradually turns to ink black, and the thunder on the sword body seems to be dyed black, as if countless shadows are wandering, as if a layer of black fog is covered on the sword body.

Black Thunder?

Could it be Yin Lei? Ai Hui thought of what he had read in the cultivation books. It is said that Yang Lei exploded and could break through all evil, while Yin Lei was vicious, like a gangrene attached to the bone.

At that time, he read the scriptures of cultivation, but he only treated them as stories and reading materials of gods and monsters. He did not expect that he would use them one day. The ancient thunder technique is profound and profound, and is a big category, but unfortunately it has been lost for a long time.

I only regret that I have to use the book when I use it. This sentence can probably be used no matter when it is.

The thunder was affected by the ghost sword and the difference between yin and yang was surprised by Ai Hui.

This means that the ghost sword dominates between thunder and ghost sword. Thunder is almost the most powerful force in Ai Hui's impression, but now he finds that the ghost sword he has cultivated can actually gain the upper hand.

It turns out that the sword cultivator who practices the ghost sword can dominate one side, which is not a rumor.

Ai Hui couldn't help but feel happy, but then he smiled bitterly, "Okay, let's go out from this ghost place first."

There were evil everywhere here, and he dared not be careless at all. If he hadn't been careful enough, he would have died many times long ago.

Ai Hui stopped.

In front of him, there was a vast swamp, with no end to see.

In the swamp, there was gray mud everywhere, and clusters of dark green meadows like steel needles were scattered. A faint gray mist emerged from the mud and gradually gathered into fogs. The air flow in the fog rolled and flowed, faintly like twisted and blurred human faces. The whimpering sounds were like sobs and complaining, floating out of the fog, making the swamp even more desolate and cold.

When Ai Hui appeared on the edge of the swamp, all the fog-like faces floating on the swamp turned to him in unison.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Ai Hui felt that those faces were smiling at him.

"Come on... Come on..."

“Ye…ah…”

"whee……"

The sharp sound floats in the wind like a steel wire piercing the eardrum. The sound makes people extremely uncomfortable, but it also has a strange magic that makes people involuntarily want to listen more carefully.

Even though Ai Hui was brave enough, he couldn't help but shivered in the face of this situation. An inexplicable chill penetrated into his bones.

But for some reason, the gloomy and terrifying swamp in front of him deeply attracted Ai Hui. It was like a voice saying in his heart, go in, go in quickly.

Ai Hui calmed down, he took a few steps back, and his eyes returned to clearness.

In the human face swamp, there is a force that can affect the human mind.

The human face swamp is the name he just gave to this gray swamp, which is an extremely dangerous place.

Ai Hui decided to change the path, and he began to move along the edge of the human face swamp. As soon as he moved, the fog floating on the swamp turned in unison, staring at him.

Ai Hui pretended to ignore it, but the hairs behind him stood up involuntarily.

The scene I witnessed later confirmed the danger of the swamp.

At that time, a cloud of algae chased a group of plants, but the plants that were in a panic broke into the swamp. The algae clouds that Ai Hui felt almost invincible stopped on the edge of the swamp. The plants that broke into the swamp were immediately surrounded by the fog faces. The fresh and bright colors quickly faded from the branches of the plant and turned into a bleak grayish white. The hard branches as hard as iron began to soften and melt, and large patches of mud fell down from the branches.

The gray mud and the swamp merged into one, and all the fog-like faces dispersed.

The strange and sharp laughter filled the entire swamp again.

Ai Hui swallowed his saliva, his face pale, and he finally knew how the mud came about.

In the vast swamp, the gray and white mud cannot see the end at first sight. How many plants are buried here?

He could not imagine.

This is not the human face swamp, this is the real death swamp.

Ai Hui once again noticed a faint consciousness pouring into the depths of the sky, "it" was paying attention to everything that happened below. Ai Hui did not look up, and now he was not in the mood to care about the existence of the high altitude.

He moved horizontally along the swamp, trying to find a way to bypass the swamp. However, what he didn't expect was that the human face swamp was wider than he expected. No matter where he went, the fog ball of human faces would turn neatly and stare at him. At first, Ai Hui felt like a ray of light on his back, and after a long time, he didn't feel anything.

Um?

His eyes suddenly shrank, and traces of scattered ground not far ahead.

He remembered it very clearly that these were traces left by the plants that broke into the swamp before when they ran away in a hurry. He was clearly walking in one direction along the edge of the swamp, but why did he come back?

Is the swamp a round?

Ai Hui shook his head and denied this guess. He had a great sense of direction, and he could be sure that he was moving forward straightly.

Something weird.

A sharp laugh came from the swamp, and the fog ball looked at Ai Hui in unison, as if mocking him for his futility.

After listening too much, Ai Hui had long been indifferent to the laughter of the fog ball's face.

Is it a illusion?

what to do?

The detour has been proven impossible. There are not many roads in front of Ai Hui. You either move forward or retreat. Go back? He shook his head. The place where he woke up was deserted and empty, and now there are more and more things that are happening, and it is becoming more and more lively.

He was heading towards the central area, although the path forward became even more dangerous.

Opportunities are always hidden in danger.

Ai Hui had a premonition that if he wanted to leave this strange place, the opportunity would be in the more dangerous and lively front, rather than the vanity of nothingness and nothingness.

Ai Hui decided to move on, which meant that he had to pass through the swamp.

Unfortunately, he couldn't fly, otherwise it would be a good idea to fly from a high place above the swamp. There were more than once problems caused by inability to fly. He already had a rough idea about the issue of flying, but unfortunately, there was no conditions yet.

Ai Hui decided to test the face swamp first.

A ghost sword surrounding him suddenly flew out, turning into a silver light, shooting towards the fog ball closest to Ai Hui.

The silver sword light suddenly penetrated into the fog human face, and it penetrated effortlessly, drawing an arc back to Ai Hui.

The constantly twisting fog ball of human face suddenly solidified, and a little silver light was added to the center of the human face.

Sizzling, countless tiny arcs exploded from the silver light, instantly covering the entire fog-like face.

A shrill howl suddenly rang out, and the fog ball shrouded in thunder was wiped out and disappeared without a trace.

Although Ai Hui didn't know what the face of the fog ball was, he always thought it was a yin evil thing, so he chose the Yang Leig Sword. Facts have proved that Yang Lei has fatal lethality on the face of the fog ball.

But there was no joy on Ai Hui's face. He stretched out his palm, and the Yang reggae sword that had just flew out fell into his palm.

The thunder on the sword body is much dim.

His current number of ghost swords has increased compared to before, reaching thirty-two. But after looking at the swamp that was beyond your head, Ai Hui couldn't help but shake his head. Thirty-two ghost swords and sixteen Yang reggae swords, he would definitely not be able to support himself to get out of the swamp.

It is not feasible to rely solely on the Yang reggae sword, so Ai Hui decided to try the Yin reggae sword.

The ink-black Yin reggae sword flashed in the air, as if it had cut through the space, leaving a gap leading to the void. The Yin reggae sword also pierced through the face of the fog without any effort, but the results produced were completely different.

A wisp of thin black air appeared on the gray fog human face. In a blink of an eye, the fog human face was shrouded in black lines like spider webs.

The twisted fog face became even more distorted, and a low torn roar came from the fog face. At this time, the gray fog face almost turned black.

It rushed towards a foggy human face not far away.

The low torn roar and sharp and strange howls were mixed together, and the black and gray faces were chewing each other wildly. Other gray fog faces suddenly turned around, and screams came one after another on the swamp, and they swarmed up and surrounded the black faces. In a blink of an eye, the black fog faces were chewed away.

The scene was so crazy that Ai Hui felt a little scared.

The effect of the Yin Reggae Sword was not quite the same as he expected, but he was keenly aware that there might be some places to be used.

The Yin Reggae Sword that had just made a contribution fell back to his palm. Sure enough, the Yin thunder on the sword body was a little thinner.

It seems impossible to rely on the power of the ghost sword to break through directly, so he must come up with a feasible solution.

Ai Hui also noticed a different detail than before.

Before, he was hunting various plants and would leave behind essences. It was the essence of these plants that Ai Hui's ghost sword could grow to its current level. However, two consecutive fogs of fog faces were killed, and they completely disappeared without leaving anything.

It is certainly disgusting that there is no trophy, but Ai Hui didn't care too much at this time. What attracted him to pay attention to was the message conveyed behind it. Whether it is this swamp or the fog face, unlike the strange plants he encountered before, they are another kind of existence.

Algae clouds are much more powerful than ordinary plants, but they are no different from the targets they hunt.

How can I pass through the swamp?

Ai Hui's eyes suddenly fell on the meadows scattered in the swamp, and his heart moved.

Why do these dark green meadows that look like balls of steel needles survive in the swamp without turning into a ball of mud?

Is it...what special about these meadows that look very ordinary?

His heart moved, and a ghost sword surrounding him flew out.

The sword light flashed in the air and flew towards the meadow.
Chapter completed!