The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

As soon as he walked around the boulder, he laughed loudly: "Haha, Di Shiyin, you..."

Before he finished a sentence, the second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat!

How could there be two figures of Di Shiyin in front of him?

What appeared in front of him was not the boulder he expected, but a large swamp——

There are countless black stones jumping in the swamp, like black skulls. [

Above the swamp, colorful mist swirls and lingers, looking extremely eerie.

How could this be? !

Feng Xiaoxun's expression suddenly changed, what went wrong? !

He was on the right path!

He subconsciously stepped back, his feet were soft, as if he had stepped into quicksand, and his whole body sank downward.

not good!He didn't care about thinking about what was wrong, he slapped his palms down, and following the reaction force, his body flew straight up and fell towards a promising boulder.

"Pfft!" His foot seemed to burst a balloon, and the boulder, which looked so good and extremely hard, was turned into powder by his foot and scattered in all directions.

He also couldn't keep his feet and fell directly into the swamp——

Damn it!That boulder turned out to be a phantom again, which made him fall for it!

Fortunately, he was extremely quick-witted, and when he failed to notice, he rolled in the air, flew straight up, and plunged into the colorful mist above the swamp with a puff——

"Cough, cough, cough..." There was something in the colorful mist, and his breath was so spicy that it was so choking that he couldn't help coughing twice.

He hurriedly waved his hands and set up an enchantment, which protected his whole body tightly, and also isolated the colorful mist from the outside.

Stabilizing his body, he looked around, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, cooling him from head to toe.

All the boulders disappeared, and what appeared in front of his eyes was an endless swamp,

The mud in the swamp is rolling, it looks black and greasy, bubbling and bubbling——

This scene is very familiar to him.

A few years ago, he saw with his own eyes thousands of his demon soldiers fell into the swamp, swallowed by the mud, and never came out again——

Now it's the past happening again!

The difference is that this time he is the only one caught in the formation—[

Di Shiyin's formation is fictitious and unpredictable. Although there may not be a swamp on this small island, Di Shiyin can use his thoughts to condense one out. The mud condensed by thoughts is no different from the real one...

There seemed to be a great attraction in this swamp, Feng Xiaoxun had to fly into the colorful mist in order to break free from the attraction of the swamp.

He rushed left and right in the formation, everything was like the past, he crashed into a ball of flames for a while, crashed into a poisonous mist for a while, struggled again, and crashed into a ball of void , up, down, left, and right are chaotic, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness.He didn't even know if he was standing or lying down—

He knew in his heart that this should be an illusion, and if he slammed into the sky with all his might, he should be able to slam it out.

But——he can't tell where the sky is at all now... Bleak 