Uncrowned Evil Emperor

"Very poisonous miasma, do I have to inhale these poisonous miasmas all the time in the wild? If I inhale more and more, then it's fine."

Rao is a well-informed and well-informed killer, but he can't help admiring the horror of Honghuang. This is just a miasma. If there is a poisonous monster, it will peel off its skin if it is not dead.

Wen Su finally found a place where he could be superior to Feng Jueyu, and laughed heartily: "I haven't seen it before, you dare to go to the prehistoric wilderness with this little ability, ten lives are not enough for you, the way to avoid miasma needs to be worked hard It only takes practice, and you won’t be able to get used to it within a few years.”

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

Feng Jueyu glanced at him and stopped looking at him. Such a person knows nothing except comparing his own advantages with others' shortcomings.

Wu Qingqiu looked at Wen Su intentionally or unintentionally, and said to Feng Jueyu without paying attention: "The reason why Honghuang is called Honghuang is because it existed a long time ago. The biggest feature of this forest is that it has accumulated a long history. The essence of the years, counting from the beginning of the world, how many powerful people have come from the outer and inner circles of Hongtu, leaving countless footprints. As the saying goes, there are nine levels in the sky, and this land is also divided into three, six, and nine levels. Moon Essence is a special field. Since the sun is not visible all year round, the forest is filled with yin and rotten aura, which is why such a poisonous miasma is produced. Practitioners who have not cultivated the Yang God cannot survive here at all. , and even a strong Yang God needs to use various methods to get rid of the miasma from the body in order to ensure their own safety, or do you think the prehistoric will become the biggest barrier in the battlefield of the worlds?"

Wu Qingqiu's words seemed to have a deep comprehension, making it impossible for people to doubt, Feng Jueyu bowed his head in deep thought, and nodded silently.

"Master's residence will be here soon, no matter whether you can get Master's guidance this time, please don't take out Master's residence to publicize everywhere." Wu Qingqiu reminded.

Feng Jueyu replied: "This is natural."

While talking, the two of them came to a huge swamp. The swamp was huge and could not be seen at a glance. Black bubbles appeared in many places in the center of the swamp, like a pot of boiling water. It is pure black.

There are many crooked-neck trees in the swamp, and each tree is hung with many things that resemble beehives. Large and small black bees, sunflies the size of calves, and giant mosquitoes the size of eagles surround those strange-looking creatures. The hive was busy, buzzing and buzzing.

Obviously, these are several kinds of insect-like monsters. I don't know how powerful they are, but there are a lot of them. At a glance, there are tens of thousands of them. Forget about messing with them.

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

"Dasheng, you come to the queen." Wu Qingqiu said to the burly man Sun Dasheng, and Sun Dasheng scratched his head and smiled innocently.

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

Feng Jueyu was taken aback. The swamps here are probably the kind of swamps that can cling to the strong. Is it okay for Wu Qingqiu to just walk up there?

As it turned out, it was fine.

Just when Feng Jueyu thought that Wu Qingqiu would fall into the swamp with one foot, a gray bump suddenly appeared where he was standing, just enough for her to stand alone.

Formation!

A familiar vocabulary flashed through Feng Jueyu's mind like lightning, and then he heard Wu Qingqiu say: "Follow my route, don't make mistakes, this way you won't attract the attention of monsters, and you won't lose your attention." Go down, be careful." Wu Qingqiu said and took a step to the right, and sure enough another bump caught her.

Feng Jueyu was amazed, took note of his steps and direction and stepped forward: "Interesting, what kind of formation is this? You just told me that, if someone else finds out, wouldn't the formation be wasted?"

Wen Su raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously: "Is it that you can come and go whenever you want in the Great Desolation and Evil Marsh? The formation route here will change once you walk it. Tens of thousands of times, you can't break the formation."

"Oh? Is it so amazing?"

Wu Qingqiu nodded, and said seriously: "Senior brother is right, and the route of the evil marsh is transformed from the origin of the foreign land. Not only is there no basis to find, but it can only bear the weight of one person at a time. If someone wants to bring someone in , once discovered, the entire formation will immediately become a death formation, you see the lairs of monsters hanging on the tree, that is the organ in the formation, once the formation is changed, all the monsters will attack in groups, Those are monster tiger flies and giant forest peaks that are at least 8000 to [-] years old, and there are at least [-] of them..."

"One hundred thousand."

Feng Jueyu almost bit off his tongue when he heard it. A monster with a cultivation base of 8000 years has almost the strength of Chongyang Realm, and a monster with a cultivation base of 9000 years is the peak of Chongyang. Not inferior, if they are all monsters with a cultivation base of ten thousand years, there are still one hundred thousand of them, in such a big place, even the gods will be bitten all over their bodies.

It's also horrible.

"Elder Yiming must have been able to construct such a powerful formation." Feng Jueyu said with lingering fear.

Wen Su shook his face triumphantly: "Of course, Master is omnipotent through the past and present, not to mention this small wilderness and evil swamp, even a more powerful magic circle is no problem."

Feng Jueyu's face darkened when he heard the words, this Wen Su always troubled himself when he had nothing to do, let him say a few sentences, and there was no end to it, Feng Jueyu sneered: "Yi Ming has learned from the past and the present, I have seen it before." Yes, but in my opinion, his ability to teach and educate people is so-so."

"What did you say? You say it again?"

Feng Jueyu said: "Am I wrong? As his disciple, he doesn't know the slightest bit of low-key and modesty, and always looks arrogant. How can such a way of educating people be so clever?"

"you……"

Wen Su was choked by Feng Jueyu's words for a long time without saying a word, but at this moment, bursts of hearty laughter came from the distance of the swamp: "Haha, this little brother is very upright. , That's right, this disciple, Lao Shi, has always been used to being arrogant and pampered, and he didn't have many playmates in the prehistoric world, and he developed a proud and arrogant temperament since he was a child.

"Master?"

Walking into the wild black marsh, everyone must be at their feet. They all raised their eyes and looked 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. Looking around, he couldn't find where the sound came from, so he didn't dare to be careless, clasped his fists together, and stopped on the spot.

"Junior Feng Jueyu, I have met Senior Yiming."

The voice said: "Little friend, you don't need to be polite. I have already remembered the previous lesson, and I will definitely teach my disciples well in the future. Qingqiu, please come in, little friend."

The voice was extremely polite when he spoke, and Feng Jueyu had to be respectful. From this point of view, although Wen Su was a rebellious person, his master was also a reasonable person when he knew it.

Feng Jueyu admired him in his heart, and kept silent, Wen Su was hurt by him and taught by Yiming, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything, he could only look angrily at Feng Jueyu, wishing he could swallow him alive.

After that, the few people didn't speak anymore, Wu Qingqiu led the way, and followed her route for about half an hour before seeing a piece of land without a black marsh. Feng Jueyu admired this Ming more and more in his heart. With such a formation arranged here, it seems that this Yiming is not just as simple as his ability.

Going ashore, there was a sense of solidity under his feet. Feng Jueyu looked up, and saw a piece of land with a steep slope appeared in front of his eyes. There was a small forest on the land. It is built with trees, and there is a canopy covering the sky on the roof, which is used as a cover. It cannot be seen from the sky. There are no monsters' lairs around the land, and there are some strange things in the air. The weird floral smell properly protects the land.

Smelling this 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 might be some kind of medicine that would bring the prehistoric world back to life. The poisonous miasma dispelled.

Passing through the grove, the four of them came to the front of a thatched hut. There were no fences, walls or other buildings around, and only a few flower fields of different sizes could be seen.

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

In the flower field, a middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket and shorts was plowing the field with a hoe. He was a very ordinary-looking man with tiny beads of sweat dripping from his head, as if he had been working for a long time and was sweating profusely. , While plowing the ground, the middle-aged man will straighten his waist and stretch, and then wipe his sweat twice with a square scarf hanging around his waist.

Seeing Feng Jueyu and others approaching, the middle-aged man put down the hoe in his hand, took out a square towel and wiped the mud off his hands, picked up a huge teapot, walked to a small square table in the flower field and sat down , filled a dilapidated big bowl, took a sip, and waved at Feng Jueyu with a smile: "This is the little friend who just spoke, I am so old and polite, I am thirsty after walking for so long Come on, get some water."

He is Yiming?

Feng Jueyu looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. When he first heard the conversation, he thought that Yiming would be an elderly man with an extraordinary bearing, courteous manners, and it was okay to teach the scriptures and sermons like a tea fairy , Extraordinary and refined, dare not guess one item.

Yiming only had two words for Feng Jueyu: mediocre.

Just like an old man in the country, he plows at sunrise and lives at sunset, so he has no demeanor of an elder.