The Rotting Swamp is a dangerous place on the border of the Dali Dynasty. It is full of poisonous miasma, snakes and pythons, and ordinary people are destined to enter but not to escape.

At some point, colorful red mist filled the air and covered the entire swamp.

Chirping, the cry of cracked gold and stone echoed in the swamp, and the shadow of a divine bird loomed in the red mist. It was wrapped in a sea of ​​fire, rushing left and right, trying to break through the blockade of the red mist, but it could never do it.

This red mist appears to be as thin as gauze and as soft as water, but it cannot be burned by fire or blown away by wind. In fact, it is extremely strong.

"Damn it, when did such a powerful ghost appear in the dynasty?"

Holding a bright silver gun and standing on Li Yanque's back, looking at the endless red mist that covered the sky and isolated the inside and outside, Dongli Wang Zhao Wushuang's expression turned extremely ugly.

In Jinyang City, he burned Qingjiang with the true fire of Samadhi and severely damaged the Qixuan Dragon King who turned into a ghost, forcing it to cut off its tail to escape. In order to completely solve this problem for the dynasty, he chased and killed it all the way.

Originally he thought it was a very simple matter, after all, Qixuan Dragon Lord was severely injured by him, but he did not expect that this old demon was as slippery as a loach, and had extremely rich means of saving his life. He had it in his hands several times.

He narrowly escaped death, and finally joined forces with two big demons to lead him into this trap.

"This red mist is like mist but not mist. It contains seven emotions and six desires and is charming. I can't delay it any longer."

Feeling the power that was constantly pulling at his soul, Zhao Wushuang's eyes were full of solemnity.

Buzz, the eyebrows are shining, the inner scene of the secret technique of the Mountain Crown is rotating, blessing the Liyan Bird, the Yin Shen hooks up the silver spear, and a flame of red, yellow and white colors quietly condenses on the tip of Zhao Wushuang's spear, it is exactly

The true fire of samadhi.

The sound of chissing was endless. At the moment when the Samadhi True Fire appeared, the surrounding red mist quickly rolled up, emitting wisps of green smoke. The red mist that had never changed despite being burned by the fire finally changed at this moment, as if

Like a living creature, it spontaneously avoids all directions.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Wushuang calmed down slightly.

"Burn the rivers."

Concentrating his mind and using all his strength to activate the interior secret technique, Zhao Wushuang waved the bright silver gun in his hand.

The tip of the spear passed through the void, leaving behind a line of fire, with three colors of red, yellow and white intertwined. Endless power burst out, evolving into a sea of ​​fire, sweeping across the surrounding area. At this moment, the red mist in the sky continued to recede.

At the same time, outside the red mist, a man and a demon stood side by side, watching this scene silently.

The person is a young woman. She is wearing a wide-sleeved red gauze skirt, with three thousand hair hanging down to her waist. She wears a red gauze scarf on her face. Her face cannot be seen clearly. Only a pair of bright eyes seem to contain autumn water, which makes people look...

I can't help but fall into it.

The demon is a four-winged cicada demon with a looming feeling of deep cold all over its body, as if it can freeze the void. It is a thousand-year-old demon.

"Ghost Mother, do you really not need my help? Although this boy's Samadhi True Fire is only in prototype, it can vaguely restrain your Red Dust Mist. If you really let him escape, it will not be that easy to trap him again.

Already."

Faintly seeing the three-color sea of ​​fire and feeling the artistic conception of everything burning, the four-winged cicada demon spoke. However, although he said to help, there was no trace of anxiety in his expression.

Hearing this, the woman called the Ghost Mother turned around and glanced at it.

The autumn water was rippled, as if it contained thousands of amorous feelings. In this look, the four-winged cicada demon was so excited that he almost fell into it.

The feeling of forest and coldness filled the air, and snow fell in the sky. He broke away from the sinking and looked away. A look of fear flashed deep in the eyes of the four-winged cicada demon.

"Although the world of mortals is ten feet long, it can trap all living beings. He cannot get out."

Like the sound of a clear spring, the Ghost Mother spoke. Although her words were very soft, they were filled with unshakable determination.

After hearing this, he lowered his eyes and the four-winged cicada demon said nothing more.

And at this moment, the sea of ​​fog is rolling, as if there is endless red mist rolling in from nothingness, constantly squeezing the blazing sea of ​​three-color fire. No matter how much the sea of ​​three-color fire burns, more red mist will always be born.

.

Huh, the blazing sea of ​​fire is extinguished, and the red mist covers the sky, just like the beginning.

Seeing such a scene, the four-winged cicada demon became even more fearful.

Although he was well prepared and set a trap with the Qixuan Dragon Lord as a guide, he was still shocked that the Ghost Mother could so easily suppress Zhao Wushuang, who had mastered the True Fire of Samadhi.

Being in a different place, it would probably be even more unbearable than Zhao Wushuang showed.

Time passed, and ten days passed in a blink of an eye. A ghost and a demon were silently guarding outside the red mist.

During this process, Zhao Wushuang also tried to break out many times, but all failed. Now his struggle has become weaker and weaker.

"It's been ten days, and Old Taoist Qianyang has still not taken action. It seems that he really failed to survive the thunder tribulation."

Smiling strangely, looking at the calm sea of ​​red mist without any ripples, the four-winged cicada demon spoke, with unabashed gloating in his words.

"Ghost Mother, I will truthfully report your contribution this time to King Cicada. I will leave the matters here to you. I still need to go to Tianmen Pass."

After getting the answer he wanted, the four-winged cicada demon did not want to spend more time with the ghost mother and said goodbye.

Hearing this, the ghost mother glanced at the clear sky and nodded.

Buzz, the four wings vibrated and turned into a stream of light, and the four-winged chilling demon disappeared instantly.

"Taoist Qianyang, King Hanchan."

Looking at the four-winged cicada demon's retreating figure, the ghost mother's eyes flashed with a sharp light and she murmured softly.

"How have Mr. Long been thinking these days? Are you willing to become the deputy landlord of my Red Mansion?"

Withdrawing her gaze towards the sea of ​​red mist, the Ghost Mother spoke again.

It was at this time that the red mist rolled, and a figure was extremely illusory, as if it might dissipate at any time. A pale dragon without a tail appeared from the red mist, and it was the Qixuan Dragon Lord.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Wushuang was not the only one trapped in the ten-foot-long mortal world, but also the Qixuan Dragon Lord who was acting as a bait. However, the four-winged chilling demon did not know all this. In its eyes, the Qixuan Dragon Lord was acting as a bait.

Long Jun has been killed by Zhao Wushuang.

After hearing this and looking at the calm and unassuming ghost mother, Qixuan Longjun was filled with fear.

"Qi Xuan has met the landlord."

The ghost body changed into a human form. Qixuan Longjun bowed to the ghost mother. It is not troublesome for ghosts to change their bodies.

Although he was very unwilling in his heart, he learned about the Ghost Mother's methods and faced the Ghost Mother's invitation. Qixuan Longjun still chose to accept it happily. After all, the real dragon is the one who can be big or small, who can ascend or hide. Moreover, he was seriously injured and shaken.

Having lost its foundation, it also needs the help of the Ghost Mother to recover from its injuries.

Seeing the Qixuan Dragon Lord like this, ignoring the unwillingness and resentment deep in its eyes, the ghost mother's eyes filled with joy, and at the same time, a black hair quietly appeared on her back.

Looking away, the ghost mother turned her gaze to the red mist again. Through the red mist, she saw Zhao Wushuang, who was sleeping. His face was ferocious and constantly changing, as if he was having a nightmare.

"The world of mortals is full of troubles. Instead of struggling pointlessly, it is better to just sink and seek bliss."

Whispering softly, the three thousand hair strands behind the ghost mother spread endlessly, reaching into the red mist, wrapping the sleeping Zhao Wushuang in layers, turning it into a big cocoon.

After doing all this, looking at the sky that remained unchanged, the big stone hanging in the ghost mother's heart finally fell.

"It's time to leave."
Chapter completed!