Although he was anxious, he was still stopped by Ning Hentian and his two men.
"Fairy Qingling, Fellow Daoist Lin fell into the swamp to save you. If you go down now, wouldn't you be living up to his hard work?"
Although Ning Hentian was very worried about Lin Mingyuan's safety, he still calmly stated the situation at this moment.
"Fellow Daoist Lin is fine for now, look."
He took out the jade plaque from his arms, which glowed slightly.
If Lin Mingyuan died in the swamp, he would lose contact with Jade Pai and lose his trace at all.
"Yes, Benefactor Lin has his own destiny. We'd better leave here first and make long-term plans!"
Kunai also stepped forward to persuade him. After seeing Lin Mingyuan fall into the swamp, he seemed to sneak in on his own initiative, and he already had some guesses in his mind.
"The donor is not a rash person. He must be confident when he takes the initiative to sneak into the swamp."
After the two men's persuasion, Qing Ling finally calmed down. She looked longingly at the calm swamp and stopped struggling.
Under the swamp.
After Lin Mingyuan took the initiative to sink, he activated his spiritual power and condensed a protective shield on the surface of his body.
After the muddy quicksand touched Geng Jin's spiritual power, they all gave way, giving Lin Mingyuan a chance to move.
Many monks around also fell into the swamp. They were not as lucky as Lin Mingyuan.
The quicksand seemed to have an evil nature, and many monks' spiritual shields were suppressed and swallowed up, and they eventually suffocated.
Lin Mingyuan watched helplessly as the monk beside him lost all movement and sank to the bottom after struggling desperately.
No wonder the monks who sneaked in to investigate before disappeared without any resistance. It turns out that the quicksand in the swamp is also a murderous force, which can tear down the spiritual defense.
Lin Mingyuan also felt that his spiritual energy was being consumed very quickly. Fortunately, he had a lot of demon beads and a top-quality spiritual stone in his hand, which could last for a long time.
Lin Mingyuan didn't dare to take it lightly. He still remembered that there was a terrifying giant crocodile in this swamp, and he didn't know where it was lurking.
He swam around and looked down.
There is thick mud all around, and it is very difficult to move down one meter.
"Be careful, I feel like something is watching you secretly."
Ji Yueru's tone was serious, no longer as hip as before.
Of course she knew why Lin Mingyuan sneaked into the swamp. On the surface, he didn't want to drag Qing Ling down, but in fact, most of the reason was because of the key deep in the swamp.
"I understand, can you feel what's down there?"
Lin Mingyuan concentrated his energy and spread his consciousness to the surrounding areas.
However, the swamp seems to have a natural restraint effect on spiritual consciousness, so Lin Mingyuan's spiritual consciousness can only detect a few meters away.
Ji Yueru shook his head and said that there was nothing he could do.
Affected by the swamp, she could only vaguely feel a familiar smell at the bottom, but she couldn't be sure what it was.
However, according to the information from other monks, this object hides a mystery and may actually be the key to unlocking the inherited treasure.
"No, be careful!"
Ji Yueru suddenly reminded loudly in the sea of consciousness that her consciousness was much stronger than Lin Mingyuan at the bottom of the swamp.
Lin Mingyuan was startled, and a chill came from behind. He didn't panic, kicked hard, and left the place.
A figure appeared, wasn't it Nan Li who had fallen into the swamp?
I saw that he didn't seem to be greatly affected, and he was able to move freely in the swamp.
"Boy, I found you!"
Although Nan Li just mouthed words silently, Lin Mingyuan could feel the furious aura emanating from him.
Since leaving the sect, no monk of the same level has been able to take advantage of Nan Li, let alone slap him in the face in public.
So as soon as he sank into the quagmire, he began to look for traces of Lin Mingyuan.
"Why, now that you know how to hide, where has your previous arrogance gone?"
Nan Li took out a water-proof bead from his arms, and a faint light illuminated the dark swamp. He was able to move freely only with the help of this bead.
"Oops!"
Lin Mingyuan barely dodged Nanli's attack.
On the shore, his ghost claws could not help him, but when he came to the swamp, Lin Mingyuan had difficulty moving.
It is very difficult to cope with the fluctuations and the ebbs and flows.
"I changed my mind. I will not kill you. I will seal you in my Hundred Demon Banner and let the Hundred Demons slowly devour and torture you!"
Nan Li showed a sinister smile. He showed no mercy and attacked Lin Mingyuan with one claw after another.
Although Lin Mingyuan kept moving and dodging, he was already at a disadvantage, leaving several bright red blood marks on his body.
Geng Jin's spiritual power could keep him moving, but facing Nan Li's swift attack, he could no longer defend himself in time.
"Hahaha, you run away, I'll give you a chance to run away!"
Nan Li laughed crazily and stopped attacking.
Lin Mingyuan was certainly not a fool. His speed in the swamp was far inferior to that of Nan Li.
He has water-repelling beads to protect his body, so it is easy to catch up with him, but every time he swims a certain distance, he will consume a lot of spiritual power.
Nan Li said such words because he always had a trace of fear in his heart and wanted to drain Lin Mingyuan's spiritual power as much as possible before launching a fatal blow.
"Escape? There's no need to."
Lin Mingyuan calmed down and carefully observed the surrounding situation.
Surrounded by mud and sand, every move requires a lot of spiritual energy and physical strength, especially the sword cultivator who goes all out for every move.
Lin Mingyuan didn't mind taking a gamble. He knew that procrastinating like this would lead to a dead end, so it was better to give it a try and gain a chance of survival.
Although Qingjian is flexible in the swamp and can reduce the burden of spiritual power, Nanli's movements are faster and it is very likely that he will miss.
It seems that is the only way...
Lin Mingyuan made up his mind and his eyes became very focused.
"Boy, you are still pretending to be a ghost even when you are about to die!"
Nan Li didn't see the look he expected on Lin Mingyuan's face, and felt very disdainful.
"Okay, I'll send you on your way now!"
He put the water-repelling bead into his mouth and summoned the Hundred Ghost Banner in his hand.
The grievances were really at home in the swamp, rushing towards Lin Mingyuan crazily.
Lin Mingyuan suddenly closed his eyes, summoned the purple sword in his hand, and stood there without any resistance.
"You are lucky. This is the first time I have used this sword since I left Shushan."
Lin Mingyuan murmured to himself, and his whole body's spiritual power was mobilized.
The broad body of the purple sword was glowing with faint light, and it actually pushed back the surrounding mud and water.
In this environment, Qing Jian couldn't do anything to Nan Li. The opponent was very fast, so he could only use the advantage of Purple Sword to make Nan Li unable to escape.
"You still want to play tricks, I think you are..."
Nan Li's laughter stopped suddenly. He stared at the purple sword in Lin Mingyuan's hand, and a heart-breaking chill spread throughout his body.
"One style of domineering sword, the sword has no trace!"