Heaven, earth and all things are mutually generated and restrained.
Northern Jiangsu destroyed the Battle Realm of the Sky and flew rapidly towards the violent fog formed by the mysterious fairy miasma. After flying down, the fog became stronger.
Wuyin Mountain shook endlessly and suppressed the Battle of the Sky so as not to be compromised by the omnipresent Miscellaneous Miscellaneous Miscellaneous. Once the Battle of the Sky was powerless to be completely spread by the Battle of the Sky, Su Bei could only face the Battle of the Sky.
The flight speed of the Battle of the Sky gradually slowed down. Su Bei didn't expect to hit the mountain like last time, and fell into Qiansha Valley in a confused way.
Boom, the Potian War Realm trembled violently, and a loud bang was made at the same time. Obviously, the Potian War Realm bumped into something like Juefeng.
Su Bei's body moved and had to take back the Battle Realm of the Sky. But he could only face the thick fog formed by the mysterious miasma.
When Su Bei jumped out, he suddenly felt the mysterious miasma being extremely strong, and the fog was steaming, and he seemed to be able to float in the fog without destroying the immortal element.
Su Bei half closed his mouth and nose and breathed outside his mouth and nose, and completely transformed into a loop inside his body. Even when he controlled his pores to half close, he could never inhale the miasma in the mysterious immortal. Otherwise, he might not be able to suppress the miasma in the strange power of miasma at any time.
Su Bei walked in the air, slowly took a step forward, and tentatively walked downward. After a while, Su Bei felt that he stepped onto the top of a giant tree.
I went down there, and soon I stepped onto the solid earth. I suddenly felt the moisture faint, the forest of plants and trees. Su Bei looked at it and felt a little happy.
He saw that in the space three feet above the ground, the concentration of the mysterious miasma was very thin. It was completely incomparable to the sky above the three feet.
Above the green leaves and grass leaves, crystal dewdrops hung. At first glance, within a hundred feet, they could see them. Finally, northern Jiangsu no longer suffered from the worries and depression that were ignored.
Of course, Su Bei still dared not open his mouth and nose to breathe. He maintained the circulation of energy in his body, chose a direction casually, soared into the air, stepped on the leaves of plants and trees, and quickly swept away.
This is a steep hillside, a deserted area. Except for the plants and trees, there are no other creatures in northern Jiangsu. The hillside is slanted upwards and penetrates into the thick mysterious miasma.
North Jiangsu tried to cross the hillside without going up or down. However, after he flew for an hour, he still couldn't fly out of the hillside.
Su Bei stopped in surprise and looked around. The scenery was still the same, with green grass and fog rising. His hair was already completely soaked with dew on the grass and trees, and dripping water dripping dripping from his forehead.
Fortunately, Su Bei's clothes were made of sword-like clothes. Otherwise, he would definitely turn into a chicken. Of course, Su Bei was already in a very embarrassing position at this time.
At this time, he had no idea where he was, and he had no idea where he was to find the antidote to the mysterious miasma.
Confused, northern Jiangsu was completely lost in confusion.
However, his heart has always been calm, and he knows that he must not panic or be confused. He knows deeply that if he wants to die, he must first make him crazy.
Only by being calm can you find a glimmer of vitality in endless murderous intent.
However, at this moment, Su Bei's figure that was parked in the air suddenly shook, and his heart was shocked. In an instant, he felt that his martial arts immortal essence was disappearing quickly.
His lips were so dry that they were peeling, but he did not dare to drink the water droplets condensed by the mysterious miasma.
His legs gradually became out of control. Taking a step almost consumed a trace of strength he had gathered for a long time. A tree root was horizontally on the road ahead of northern Jiangsu.
Su Bei didn't see it. He struggled to push away the grass, dragged his heavy legs, and slowly moved over.
Bang.
He tripped on the tree roots and fell to the ground with heavy pain. The severe pain stimulated Su Jing's nerves, but soon he became numb again.
He struggled to support his body with both hands, and he wanted to get up and move forward again. However, when he was halfway through, he finally lost his energy and fell heavily again.
Climbing, Su Bei slowly wriggled his body and slowly crawled forward. At this time, Su Bei realized that crawling by himself could save a lot of physical strength.
He crawled into the grass without using his hands to push the grass and cut out a path.
So, this scene appeared on this deserted mountain break. A nearly dying man slowly crawled among the endless grass.
Behind him, there was a path hidden in the grass formed by reptiles.
Su Bei no longer cared about being confused about the immortal miasma. He wanted to sleep on the ground countless times, but he bit his tongue hard and used the pain to keep himself awake.
Red blood slowly flowed out of his mouth, which was he biting his tongue. Finally, when the tip of his tongue had become numb, he bit his lips, arms, and fingers...
Subei almost turned into a blood man, but he was still crawling. Behind him, a road with his blood dripping was left.
However, he didn't know where his path was. However, there was only one idea in his heart, that was to persevere and never give up easily. He firmly believed that if he crawled one more step, there would be light ahead.
Even though he was disappointed again and again, he told himself again and again: One step ahead is light.
The power of Su Bei was finally completely exhausted. He devoted all his strength to the body and finally could not move forward in an inch. The water droplets condensed by the mysterious immortal miasma completely soaked his body.
Even the cloak of sword energy could not stop the invasion of the mysterious water droplets. Su Bei only felt his body cold and cold. He seemed to be in hell, heartbreaking.
He turned himself over with difficulty and looked up to the sky. He half-closed his eyes and looked at the swaying grass leaves above, hazy and scattered. Above the swaying grass leaves was a strong mysterious miasma.
Su Bei felt a trace of sleepiness coming, and the mountain wind seemed to whistle above his grass leaves. Su Bei couldn't help but fight a cold war, and his blood was almost frozen from the cold.
"Am I going to die?" Su Bei murmured in an inaudible voice.
"No, I'm not willing to die like this." He roared softly.
His last trace of strength suddenly surged. He sat up with difficulty, gasped, supported the ground with both hands, and struggled to support his body that was more than a thousand-mile heavier at this time.
He wants to stand up.
A quarter of an hour later, Su Bei finally stood up. He staggered away the grass leaves and drilled out of the grass. A ray of light appeared in front of him, looming.
"Die, I will die while standing." Su Bei roared.
Boom, like pushing the golden mountain and turning the jade pillar, Su Bei fell to the ground, overwhelming a piece of grass, rolling down the hillside.