"What else can you do? Life is worry-free, and your cultivation has dropped a state of mind." The middle-aged man said with a wry smile.

The female cultivator comforted her: "Husband, it is enough to save her life. You can practice the lost realm."

"I hope so."

The middle-aged man sighed, still a little unwilling to accept it.

The female cultivator wanted to speak but stopped, but gritted her teeth and said, "Husband, that senior saved our lives just now. Why did you repay your kindness and deceive him into going to the swamp? There is a devil in the swamp..."

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "My wife, this move is a last resort. The devil has already planted a ban in our bodies. If you don't act according to the devil's requirements, you should know the consequences."

The female cultivator seemed to be a little confused and whispered: "But that senior is our benefactor. Husband, you are killing his life. The devil ordered me to introduce the monks who entered the Huanyin Valley into the swamp for him to devour his soul and practice. But Husband doesn't have to deceive that senior to go there, right?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, the face of the middle-aged man was also a little bad.

This person seems honest and restrained, but in fact he is not upright and has a strong jealousy.

The middle-aged man knew that he could not break through the Danjie stage in this life. When he saw Shen Lang's young appearance, he was already a master of the Danjie stage, and he felt extremely jealous and hatred.

In addition, the fact that the cultivation level was greatly reduced just now, the middle-aged man also secretly complained in his heart why Shen Lang didn't take action earlier.

Under various factors, the middle-aged man deceived Shen Lang and allowed him to enter the swamp.

"Madam, we cannot protect ourselves, so why should we care about the death of others? Although the devil in the swamp is unfathomable, this senior has extraordinary strength. If this senior helps us get rid of that devil, wouldn't it be a great joy?" the middle-aged man said calmly.

"This..." The female cultivator frowned slightly, and had to sigh slightly, with a hint of guilt on her face. Things had happened and there was no room for reversal.

...

Shen Lang traveled through for more than half an hour and finally arrived at the wasteland in the southwest.

At first glance, layers of strange gray fog began to spread in front of the wasteland. The gray fog touched the skin, making the skin feel burning and tingling.

The gray fog is obviously toxic!

The Holy Yang War Qi is stimulated by itself, overflowing from the body surface, clearing all the gray fog around the body.

"Young Master, the poisonous gas here is so powerful. There may be some poisonous insects and monsters inside. Be careful." Xiaorou lay on her back and reminded her.

"Don't worry, with the strength of your young master, as long as you don't encounter a transformed demon cultivator above the eighth level, an ordinary monster cannot be my opponent." Shen Lang said confidently.

The little fox shook his tail and smiled and said, "I know you are awesome, but you have used some of your natal essence to open the teleportation array before. Now it is best not to overactivate your spiritual power to avoid losing your vitality."

"I understand." Shen Lang grinned. The little fox still knew that he was caring about him and became more and more maid-like.

Shen Lang used the Pure Yang Sword Technique, and a sword shield condensed around him, and plunged into the poisonous gas.

After walking through for a while, there was indeed an endless swamp in front of me.

The surrounding mud is purple-black, extremely sticky, and bubbles are still emitting. Many poisonous insects crawl around the mud, giving people a terrifying and weird feeling.

"Huh? This poisonous gas can actually block the spiritual consciousness from being investigated?" Shen Lang frowned and found that after entering the swamp, the poisonous gas around him could block the spiritual consciousness.

"Young master, be careful. Xiaorou always feels that the breath in this swamp is a bit unsimple." The little fox said seriously.

"I understand!" Shen Lang responded, his legs off the ground, and began to fly above the swamp.

Although Huanyin Valley is covered with a layer of forbidden air formation, with Shen Lang's cultivation level, flying at low altitude is still no problem, but the flight speed is slower than running at full speed.

Not long after, he encountered a sixth-level monster, the Green Poison Python.

The body of the poisonous python is as thick as a big tree, with green scales all over the body, and thick poisonous gas is spewing from its sharp mouths.

"Shit!"

Maybe Shen Lang broke into the territory of this poisonous python, and the poisonous python rushed out of the mud, and was crazy, spreading his sharp teeth and biting Shen Lang.

"roll!"

Shen Lang snorted coldly. Before he took this level of monster, he immediately sacrificed the ancient treasure sky-breaking hammer and held it in his hand.

By activating spiritual power, the sky-breaking hammer in his hand rose by more than ten meters long. Shen Lang smashed the poisonous python's forehead with a hammer in human form.

"boom!"

The sky-breaking hammer hit the poisonous python's forehead firmly, with dazzling white light accompanied by a violent explosion.

The poisonous python's forehead was blown open, as if it had exploded directly from the middle, blood splattering like a fountain, and minced meat flew everywhere, which was a terrible sight.

With a quick blow, the Sky-Breaking Hammer killed the Poison Python. The Poison Python's corpse fell into the mud.

Shen Lang was quite satisfied with the power of this sky-breaking hammer.

After killing a monster, Shen Lang continued to walk towards the depths of the swamp.

...

At this moment, deep in the swamp hundreds of miles away.

Poisonous gas is everywhere here, and a reef about a few hundred meters long and wide floats. A stone chamber of hundreds of square meters is suddenly towering in the middle of the reef.

Two monks in black robe wore masks and stood motionless outside the stone room.

Both gatekeepers had the early stages of the elixir.

In the hall in the middle of the stone chamber, a thin old man sat cross-legged on the cushion. He was practicing some unknown magic skill with dust.

The old man was wearing a black robe, with a hideous and weird complexion, skinny and scarlet eyes, giving people a creepy feeling.

"Hahaha, God really helps me!" After a while, the old man suddenly burst into laughter.

Two gatekeepers outside the stone room immediately pushed the door open and asked for instructions: "Old ancestor, what happened?"

"A late-stage cultivator of the Killing Pill comes to the swamp. If this ancestor can swallow this person's golden elixir, he will be able to achieve great magic skills. At that time, he will be able to get rid of the restrictions and don't have to stay in this swamp where birds do not shit." The old man laughed wildly.

"Congratulations to the ancestor and congratulations to the ancestor." The two gatekeepers were overjoyed and immediately bowed to worship.

"You two are just waiting here. I will go and capture the monk here myself." The old man laughed, then rushed out of the stone chamber like a cannonball, and his thin figure rushed towards the swamp.

On the other side, Shen Lang was still passing through the swamp at high speed. The closer he got to the center of the swamp, the more intense the poison gas around him.

Not long after, a gray light suddenly flew in front of him, as fast as lightning, and instantly came to Shen Lang.

As the gray light subsided, he turned into a skinny old man, with a dragon-headed crutch on his hand, his skin was shriveled and black, and his eyes were red, giving people a strange and gloomy feeling.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking me?" Shen Lang asked with a gloomy face.
Chapter completed!