The Rotting Swamp is a dangerous place on the border of the Dali Dynasty. It is full of poisonous miasma and snakes and pythons. Ordinary people are destined to enter but not to escape.
I don’t know when the colorful red mist filled the air and covered the entire swamp.
Chirping, the cry of cracked gold and stone echoed in the swamp, and the shadow of a divine bird loomed in the red mist. It was wrapped in a sea of fire, rushing left and right, trying to break through the blockade of the red mist, but it could never do it. This red mist looks as thin as gauze and as soft as water, but it cannot be burned by fire or blown away by wind. In fact, it is extremely strong.
"Damn it, when did such a tyrannical ghost appear in the dynasty?"
Holding a bright silver gun, standing on the back of Li Yanque, looking at the endless red mist that covered the sky and isolated the inside and outside, Dongli Wang Zhao Wushuang's face was extremely expressionless.
In Jinyang City, he burned the Qingjiang River with the true fire of Samadhi, and in one fell swoop he severely damaged the Qixuan Dragon King who turned into a ghost, forcing it to cut off its tail to escape. In order to completely solve this problem for the dynasty, he chased and killed it all the way.
Originally, he thought it was a very simple matter. After all, Qixuan Dragon Lord was severely injured by him, but he did not expect that this old demon was as slippery as a loach and had extremely rich means of saving his life. He had it in his hands several times.
He narrowly escaped death, and finally joined forces with two big monsters to lead him into this trap.
"This red mist is like mist but not mist. It contains seven emotions and six desires and is charming. I can't delay it any longer."
Feeling the power that was constantly pulling at his soul, Zhao Wushuang's eyes were full of solemnity.
Buzz, the eyebrows are shining, the inner scene of the secret technique of the Mountain Crown is rotating, blessing the Liyan Bird, the Yin Shen hooks up the silver spear, and a flame of red, yellow and white colors quietly condenses on the tip of Zhao Wushuang's spear. It's exactly
Samadhi True Fire.
The sound of chissing was endless. At the moment when the Samadhi True Fire appeared, the surrounding red mist quickly rolled up, emitting wisps of green smoke. The red mist that had never changed despite being burned by the fire finally changed at this moment, as if
Like a living creature, it spontaneously avoids all directions.
Seeing such a scene, Zhao Wushuang became calmer.
"Burn the rivers."
Concentrating his mind and using all his strength to activate the interior secret technique, Zhao Wushuang waved the bright silver gun in his hand.
The tip of the spear passed through the void, leaving behind a line of fire. The three colors of red, yellow and white were intertwined. Endless power burst out, evolving into a sea of fire, sweeping across the surrounding area. At this moment, the red mist in the sky continued to recede.
At the same time, outside the red mist, a man and a demon stood side by side, watching this scene silently.
The person is a young woman. She is wearing a wide-sleeved red gauze skirt, with three thousand hair hanging down to her waist. She wears a red gauze scarf on her face. Her face cannot be seen clearly. Only a pair of bright eyes seem to contain autumn water, which makes people look...
I can't help but fall into it.
The demon is a four-winged cicada demon with a looming sense of deep cold all over its body, as if it can freeze the void. It is a thousand-year-old demon.
"Ghost Mother, do you really not need my help? Although this boy's Samadhi True Fire is only in prototype, it can vaguely restrain your Red Dust Mist. If you really let him escape, it will not be that easy to trap him again.
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Faintly seeing the three-color sea of fire and feeling the artistic conception of everything burning, the four-winged cicada demon spoke. However, although he said to help, there was no trace of anxiety in his expression.
Hearing this, the woman called the Ghost Mother turned around and glanced at it.
The autumn water was rippled, as if it contained thousands of amorous feelings. In this look, the four-winged cicada demon was so excited that he almost fell into it.
A feeling of coldness filled the air, and snow fell in the sky. He broke away from the sinking and looked away. A look of fear flashed deep in the eyes of the four-winged cicada demon.
"Although the world of mortals is ten feet high, it can trap all living beings. He cannot get out."
Like the sound of a clear spring, the ghost mother spoke. Although her words were very soft, she was filled with unshakable determination.
After hearing this, he lowered his gaze and the four-winged cicada demon said nothing more.
And at this moment, the sea of fog is rolling, as if there is endless red mist rolling in from nothingness, constantly squeezing the blazing sea of three-color fire. No matter how much the sea of three-color fire burns, more red mist will always be born.
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Huh, the blazing sea of fire is extinguished, and the red mist covers the sky, just like the beginning.
Seeing such a scene, the four-winged cicada demon became even more fearful.
Although he was well prepared and set a trap with the Qixuan Dragon Lord as a guide, he was still shocked that the Ghost Mother could so easily suppress Zhao Wushuang, who had mastered the True Fire of Samadhi.
Being in a different place, it would probably be even more unbearable than Zhao Wushuang showed.
Time passed, and ten days passed in a blink of an eye. A ghost and a demon were silently guarding outside the red mist.
During this process, Zhao Wushuang also tried to break out many times, but all failed. Now his struggle has become weaker and weaker.
"It has been ten days, and the old Taoist Qianyang has still not taken action. It seems that he has really failed to survive the thunder tribulation."
Smiling strangely, looking at the calm sea of red mist without any ripples, the four-winged cicada demon spoke, with unabashed gloating in his words.
"Ghost Mother, I will truthfully report your contribution this time to King Cicada. I will leave the matters here to you. I still need to go to Tianmen Pass."
After getting the answer he wanted, the four-winged cicada demon didn't want to spend more time with the ghost mother and said goodbye.
Hearing this, she glanced at the clear sky and nodded.
Buzz, the four wings vibrated and turned into a stream of light, and the four-winged cicada demon disappeared instantly.
"Taoist Qianyang, King Hanchan."
Looking at the four-winged chilling cicada demon's leaving back, a sharp light flashed in the ghost mother's eyes and she murmured softly.
"How have Mr. Long been thinking about these days? Are you willing to be the deputy landlord of my Red Mansion?"
Withdrawing her gaze and looking towards the sea of red mist, the ghost mother spoke again.
It was at this time that the red mist rolled, and a figure was extremely illusory, as if it might dissipate at any time. A pale dragon without a tail appeared from the red mist, and it was the Qixuan Dragon Lord.
From the beginning to the end, Zhao Wushuang was not the only one trapped in the ten-foot-long mortal world, but also the Qixuan Dragon Lord who was acting as a bait. However, the four-winged chilling demon did not know all this. In its eyes, the Qixuan Dragon Lord was acting as a bait.
Long Jun has been killed by Zhao Wushuang.
After hearing this, looking at the calm and unassuming ghost mother, Qixuan Longjun was filled with fear.
"Qixuan has met the original poster."
The ghost body changed into a human form. Qixuan Longjun bowed to the ghost mother. It is not troublesome for ghosts to change their bodies.
Although he was very unwilling in his heart, he learned about the Ghost Mother's methods and faced the Ghost Mother's invitation. Qixuan Longjun still chose to accept it happily. After all, the real dragon is the one who can be big or small, who can ascend or hide. Moreover, he was seriously injured and shaken.
Having lost its foundation, it also needs the help of the Ghost Mother to recover from its injuries.
Seeing the Qixuan Dragon Lord like this, ignoring the unwillingness and resentment deep in its eyes, the ghost mother's eyes filled with joy, and at the same time, a black hair quietly appeared on her back.
Looking away, the ghost mother once again cast her gaze on the red mist. Through the red mist, she saw Zhao Wushuang, who was sleeping. His face was ferocious and constantly changing, as if he was having a nightmare.
"The world of mortals is full of troubles. Instead of struggling pointlessly, it is better to just sink and seek bliss."
Whispering softly, the three thousand hair strands behind the ghost mother spread endlessly, reaching into the red mist, wrapping the sleeping Zhao Wushuang layer by layer, turning it into a big cocoon.
After doing all this, looking at the sky that remained unchanged, the big stone hanging in the ghost mother's heart finally fell.
"It's time to leave."
All the goals have been achieved, and there is no need to stop any longer. She swept up ten feet of red dust and took Qixuan Dragon Lord with her, and the ghost mother disappeared in an instant.