Zhang Ning collected the spoils and planned to leave here as soon as possible in case there were supporters or secret chess that Meilan didn't know about.

After seeing the damage of the paper sailboat, Zhang Ning sacrificed a flying sword.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped onto the flying sword, he was about to speed up, and a bunch of black sand with strong wind shot towards his flying sword at a very fast speed.

Zhang Ning immediately mobilized his spiritual power to soar into the air and kicked the flying sword away at the same time, but the hilt of the flying sword was still rubbed by black sand. The place where the hilt of the sword was rubbed quickly rotted and turned black, and spread rapidly. The flying sword finally turned into evaporated black gray.

Zhang Ning knew that he had encountered the puppet creature of the swamp monster recorded in the book.

This kind of monster is very difficult to deal with. They have no shape and are shadow-like spirits. They are good at lurking in swamps and sneaking into prey with black sand, feeding on the black ash they turn into.

After being targeted by monks or monsters, they will continue to be subjected to intensive attacks. As long as they are shot by black sand, their bodies will immediately turn black and decay, and their souls will escape from their bodies.

It can be said that the malice against Zhang Ning's malice against him was almost substantial.

What's even more terrible is that his thermos armor is in danger...

Zhang Ning used a monocular telescope with ranging function to carefully check the swamp below, hoping to find the traces of the puppet... He found nothing, and it seems that his reconnaissance magic weapon will never be advanced enough!

Suddenly, dozens of black sand shot towards Zhang Ning from dozens of different directions at the same time, with different speeds, but they also strive to hit Zhang Ning at the same time.

He shot dozens of ballpoint pen blasting bombs into the direction where the black sand was attacking, and his body shot into the air at the same time.

Zhang Ning barely avoided the attack of black sand, but suddenly a huge white eagle demon appeared above his head, and the steel claws covered with fine iron scales grabbed Zhang Ning's face.

Another swamp monster, the sapphire eagle! This eagle feeds on the huge reptile taro in the swamp. What does it mean to suddenly attack itself? Does it look like a taro?

Zhang Ning immediately changed his position and flew past. The sharp claws of the primordial eagle scratched the chestplate of the purple thermos cup.

He turned his body and slid out like swimming in the water, flying above the yellow-brown hot steam slumber.

Zhang Ning was about to adjust the speed of spiritual energy in his body, but a pool of yellow soup below actually boiled violently. Zhang Ning played with his spiritual power and input the thermos cup that barely supported. The high-temperature yellow soup that was several feet high was blowing up and shot at Zhang Ning instantly.

The eyesight and spiritual sense are all yellow...

The whole body was cold.

Zhang Ning: "????"

What the hell is this?

The magma, which was surging red and bright yellow, was only a few millimeters from the tip of his nose, but he could not feel the slightest heat.

Although Zhang Ning's body had exhausted spiritual power, he was not bound or restricted in magic power, so he did not feel any discomfort.

After taking a few steps back, he raced against time to slow down, swallowed a few pills, and then looked around carefully...

There are all flowing magma at 360 degrees up, down, left and right 360 degrees without dead corners. The magma is isolated by a certain barrier, but he is in a cold space with irregular shape, and the shape of the space is also slowly changing.

Just as I was confused, a channel appeared on the right hand side.

It's clearly a trap!

He looked around the transparent and soft "wall" surrounding him, and without hesitation, he rushed into the rhythmic corridor of breathing.

After more than ten days, before the corridor closed, Zhang Ning finally arrived at the other end of the passage.

He rushed into the darkness.

Although vision is not the most important thing for monks, for those who are used to their eyes, the sudden darkness is still not very adaptable to it.

Zhang Ning was busy being alert and exerted his spiritual sense to the greatest extent. At the same time, he used a monocular telescope with ranging function to conduct surveys.

Suddenly, a gust of shock waves of autumn wind came, which made him tremble in his control of magic weapons!
Chapter completed!