"It's such a poisonous miasma. Do we have to keep breathing these poisonous miasmas in the ancient world? If we breathe more and more, then it's okay."

Even though he is a well-informed Feng Da killer, he can't help but admire the horror of the ancient world. This is just a miasma. If a poisonous monster appears, his skin will be peeled off even if he doesn't die.

Wen Su finally found a place where he could be superior to Feng Jueyu, and he laughed heartily: "You have never seen it before. With such little ability, you dare to venture into the wilderness. Ten lives are not enough for you. The method of avoiding miasma needs to be practiced diligently."

It takes practice, you won't be able to adapt to it within a few years."

As Wen Su said this, he finally felt better and raised his chin proudly.

Feng Jueyu glanced at him and stopped looking. Such a person can 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 prehistoric era is called the prehistoric era is because it existed a long time ago. The biggest feature of this forest is that it has accumulated a long history of

The essence of the years, counting from the beginning of the world, how many strong men have come from the periphery and the inner periphery of the grand plan, leaving countless footprints. As the saying goes, the sky has nine levels, and this land is also divided into three, six, and nine levels. The prehistoric forest gathers the heaven, earth, and sun.

The essence of the moon is a special field. Since the sun has not been seen all year round, the forest is filled with evil and poisonous auras, so such a poisonous miasma is produced. The practitioners who have not cultivated the Yang Shen cannot survive here at all.

, and even strong men with Yangshen need to use various methods to expel the miasma from their bodies in order to ensure their own safety, otherwise do you think the prehistoric world will become the biggest barrier in the battlefields of all realms?"

Wu Qingqiu's words seemed to have a deep understanding that left no doubt. Feng Jueyu lowered his head in thought and nodded silently.

"Master's residence will arrive soon. Regardless of whether you can get Master's guidance this time, please don't publicize Master's residence everywhere." Wu Qingqiu reminded.

Feng Jueyu responded: "This is natural."

While talking, the two of them came to a huge swamp. The swamp was so large that it could not be seen to the end. There were black bubbles rising in many places in the center of the swamp, like a pot of boiling water, but it was completely

It's pure black.

There are many crooked trees in the swamp, and each tree is hung with many things that look like beehives. Large and small black bees, calf-sized flies, and eagle-sized giant mosquitoes surround those strange-looking bees.

The hive was busy and buzzing.

Obviously, these are several insect-like monsters. We don’t know how powerful they are, but their numbers are extremely large. At a glance, there are tens of thousands of them. They look very intrusive, and even more so.

Forget about provoking them.

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

"Dasheng, you come and take the lead." Wu Qingqiu said to the burly man Sun Dasheng, who scratched his head and smiled naively.

"Follow me, watch your steps, and don't use your divine power, otherwise you will be discovered by those monsters." Wu Qingqiu reminded, found a correct direction, stepped out directly from the shore, and stood in the swamp.

Feng Jueyu was startled. The swamps here are probably the kind of swamps that can stick to strong people. Is it okay for Wu Qingqiu to just walk up there like this?

Facts have proved that it's okay.

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

Formation!

A familiar word flashed through Feng Jueyu's mind like lightning, and then he heard Wu Qingqiu say: "Follow my route and don't go wrong. This way you won't attract the attention of the monsters and you won't fall."

Go down, be careful." Wu Qingqiu said, taking a step to the right, and sure enough, another bump caught her.

Feng Jueyu clicked his tongue in surprise, took note of the pace and direction and stepped forward: "Interesting, what kind of formation is this? You just told me so, if others know to come here, wouldn't the formation be wasted?"

Wen Su raised the corner of his mouth in disdain: "Do you come to the Great Desolate Swamp whenever you want and leave when you want? The formation route here will change once you walk it. People who don't understand the formation principles can even walk on it.

Even if you try it thousands of times, you can't break the formation."

"Oh? Is it so magical?"

Wu Qingqiu nodded and said sternly: "Senior brother is right, and the route of the evil swamp is the origin of a foreign land. Not only is there no basis for it, but it can only bear the weight of one person at a time. If someone wants to take people in,

, once discovered, the entire formation will immediately become a death formation. Look at the nests of monsters hanging on the trees, which are the mechanisms in the formation. Once the formation changes, all the monsters will attack in groups.

Those are monster beasts that are at least eight thousand to ten thousand years old, and there are at least one hundred thousand in Giant Forest Peak..."

"One hundred thousand."

Feng Jueyu almost bit off his tongue when he heard that. Eight thousand years of monster cultivation is almost as strong as the Chongyang realm. Nine thousand years is the peak of Chongyang. At ten thousand years, it is comparable to the first realm of Chenchen.

They are not inferior to any of them. If they are all monsters that have been cultivated for ten thousand years, and there are still 100,000 of them, in such a big place, the gods will be bitten all over their bodies even if they come to earth.

This is too terrible.

"It must have been the work of Elder Yiming to set up such a powerful formation." Feng Jueyu said with lingering fear.

Wen Su shook his face proudly: "That's of course. Master's knowledge of ancient and modern times is all-powerful. Not to mention this small swamp, even more powerful magic circles are not to mention."

Feng Jueyu's face darkened when he heard this. Hearing that Su always made trouble for him when he had nothing to do, he asked him to say a few sentences without finishing. Feng Jueyu sneered and said: "Yi Ming has learned a lot about ancient and modern times. I have seen everything before."

Yes, but in my opinion his ability to teach and educate people is just average."

"What did you say? Say it again?"

Feng Jueyu said: "Did I make a mistake? As his disciple, I don't know how to be low-key and modest at all, and always look arrogant. How can such a method of educating people be so clever?"

"you……"

Wen Su was choked by Feng Jueyu's words and couldn't speak for a long time. But at this moment, bursts of hearty laughter came from the distance in the swamp: "Haha, this little brother is very upright.

, Yes, this disciple of Lao Chan has always been used to arrogance and indulgence. He didn’t have many playmates in the ancient world. He has developed a arrogant and arrogant temper since he was a child. Lao Chan is incompetent, but he really didn’t teach him well. "

"Master?"

Walking into the wild black swamp, everyone's feet were aligned, and they all raised their eyes to look in the direction of the sound. Wu Qingqiu, Wen Su, and Sun Dasheng lowered their heads in awe.

Hearing this sound, Feng Jueyu was also shocked. He looked around, but could not find where the sound came from. He immediately did not dare to be careless, hugged his fists, and stopped in place.

"Junior Feng Jueyu has met senior Yiming."

The voice said: "My little friend, there is no need to be polite. I have already memorized the previous lessons and will definitely teach my disciples well in the future. Qingqiu, please come in little friend."

The voice was extremely polite when speaking, which had to make Feng Jueyu stand in awe. It seemed that although Wen Su was unruly and unruly, his master was also a reasonable person.

Feng Jueyu admired him deeply and kept silent. After hearing that Su had been hurt by him and taught a lesson by Yi Ming, he naturally did not dare to say anything. He could only look at Feng Jueyu angrily and wished he could eat him alive.

After that, the few of them didn't speak again. Wu Qingqiu took the lead and followed her route for about half an hour before she saw a piece of land without black swamps. Feng Jueyu admired this Yiming more and more for being able to survive in the prehistoric times.

With such a formation arranged here, it seems that Yi Ming is more than just capable.

When he got ashore, he felt a solid feeling under his feet. Feng Jueyu looked up and saw a piece of land with a hundred slopes appearing in front of him. There were small woods on the land and several thatched cottages in the woods.

It is built with trees, and there is a canopy covering the sky as a cover. From the sky, no one can detect it. There are no nests of monsters around the land, and there are some strange things in the air.

The weird floral smell appropriately protects the land.

Smelling the scent of flowers, Feng Jueyu's mind became clear, and the poisonous miasma he had inhaled before disappeared without a trace. Only then did he realize that this scent of flowers was probably some kind of medicine that would bring the prehistoric world to a halt.

The poisonous miasma is dispelled.

After passing through the woods, the four of them came to the front of a thatched cottage. There were no fences, walls or other buildings around, and they could only see a few flower fields of different sizes.

It is said to be a flower field, but it is not a place with colorful bees and butterflies dancing. Some places are planted with herbs, some trees are with dry branches, and everything is there.

In the flower field, a middle-aged man wearing a mandarin jacket and shorts was plowing the field with a hoe. He was a very ordinary-looking man. There were beads of sweat on his head. It seemed that he had been working for a long time and was sweating profusely.

, while plowing the fields, the middle-aged man would straighten his back and stretch, and then wipe his sweat twice with a square towel hanging on his waist.

Seeing Feng Jueyu and others walking over, the middle-aged man put down the hoe in his hand, took out his handkerchief and wiped the mud from his hand, then picked up a huge teapot and walked to a small square table in the flower field to sit down.

, poured it into a big old bowl, took a sip, waved to Feng Jueyu and said with a smile: "This must be the little friend who just spoke. I'm so polite. I'm thirsty after walking for such a long time."

Come on, come and drink some water."

Is he Yi Ming?

Feng Jueyu looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. When he first heard about it, he thought that Yiming would be an old man with an extraordinary bearing. He was a prolific scholar and would preach in the style of a tea fairy.

, it’s otherworldly, I didn’t guess the love item.

Yi Ming could only feel two words for Feng Jueyu: mediocre.
Chapter completed!