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Chapter 113

The Swamp of Rotten Bones has a wide range and harsh environment. It is full of quagmire, inhabited by many powerful monsters with strange poisons.And the south is facing the sea of ​​death, the further south you go, the more dangerous it is.

Grayish-white miasma was steaming above the swamp, and the miasma stretched across the sky, stretching in front of the spirit boat.

The formations on the flying boat could completely ignore the miasma of hidden poisons, and Taichu Guan didn't have any concerns about scaring the snake, so the flying boat just broke into the area above the swamp.

But before that, all the disciples got off the flying boat and landed outside the north side of the swamp, leaving only the senior elders on the boat.

"Yu Xian, the safety of your junior sisters and juniors is up to you. Remember, don't go deep, your task is to intercept and kill the stragglers of the Puppet God Sect. If you encounter a master, avoid it if you can. What a basket, just—”

"I'm the only one asking, right? It's alright, it's alright, my ears are full of cocoons, and I always hear these two sentences. If you don't bother me, I will still be annoyed. Hurry up and go."

"What's your attitude?!"

Yu Xian didn't seem to hear the other party's angry reprimand, and said, "Oh right, what about those puppets? Kill or keep?"

The elder at the head froze for a moment, thought for a while, and said with a complicated expression: "You can figure it out yourself."

"Huh? You haven't discussed this issue until now and come up with a result?"

The elder sighed slightly, and said: "Because it is not sure whether the puppet has the possibility of recovery, so this matter has never been settled. The head only said that it will be adaptable when the time comes, and we will not blame us for any decision."

Yu Xian let out an "oh" and said, "Then kill them all, it's easy and easy."

The elder couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

The elders headed for the depths of the swamp in a flying boat.

I leisurely looked at the towering miasma wall in front of me for a while, then turned around and said to the group of disciples behind me, "I think you all know the purpose of this trip, so I won't say more. After entering later, don't act on your own. Follow me closely, if you lose track, dig a hole and bury yourself early, I am too lazy to do it. Alright, now I will divide you into groups."

Yu Xian swept his eyes away and read: "Junior Sister Cen, Junior Brother Kuang, Junior Brother Lu, Junior Sister Dou, Junior Sister Weng, Junior Brother Chang—all stand over there."

Those whose names were read were all direct disciples, and it was obvious that the leader of each group had to be determined first.

Only Huo Xiumao was not called by name.

One of the direct disciples said with authenticity: "Senior Sister Yu, you still missed someone."

Hearing this, the expressions of the other direct disciples were a little subtle.

Everyone knew that Huo Xiumao was not picked out because his cultivation base was too low, but such an almost explicit question undoubtedly had ulterior motives.

Huo Xiumao frowned and looked at the direct disciple.

"I……"

"Junior Brother Lu has any objections to my arrangement?"

Yu Xian directly interrupted Huo Xiumao's words, and she looked at the direct disciple with a smile that was not a smile.

The man's face twitched, and his smile was uglier than crying: "No, no, I have no opinion, I just..."

"Just what? If you have an opinion, come and make gestures?"

"No... no more."

The other party shrank his neck, his face full of embarrassment.

Yu Xian raised the corners of his mouth and looked at him, with a bit of evil in his eyes and brows.

"Come over here, join Junior Brother Huo, and join me later."

"..."

The man glanced at Huo Xiumao, then secretly glanced at Yu Xian, pouted his mouth, lowered his head and moved over, keeping a certain distance from Huo Xiumao.

Next, Yu Xian divided the inner disciples and outer disciples into different groups. She seemed to divide them randomly, with more or less people in each group, but no one raised any objections.

Mirror Yingrong has not been assigned yet.In the sea of ​​knowledge, Jijiebi said: "This junior, no wonder the elders of the sect endured her, she really has the capital of arrogance."

Ji Yanzhu: "Where is it? Isn't she just a high talent?"

Jijie Pen smiled and said: "Look at her grouping, the people in each group are quite harmonious in terms of attributes of skills, focus of skills and skills they possess, and there are many complementary checks and balances in personality. It’s not easy to do that.”

Ji Yanzhu: "But if the personalities are complementary, it means that the personalities are very different, right? In that case, won't there be conflicts?"

Jishajian replied: "So the leader of each group must be the direct disciple with the highest cultivation and status. Hmph, if you are carrying out the mission of the sect and fighting with the same room, you deserve it if you die."

Jijie Pen smiled and said, "This junior probably thinks like you."

Ji Yanzhu: "But she put Xiao Huo, Xiao Yin and Xiao Wu into her own group... Isn't it out of selfishness? You are so flirtatious when you have a Taoist partner, oops."

Jing Yingrong: "No."

Extreme Flame Bead: "Huh?"

Jijie Pen: "Xiao Huo's status is high and cultivation is low, so it's inappropriate to be assigned to other people's groups. As for the other two, she should have seen the clues."

"What clue?"

Jing Yingrong: "Cultivation method."

At this time, only Jing Yingrong was left ungrouped.

Yu Xian beckoned and said, "Come, come, Junior Sister Jing, come to me."

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

She walked over, and Yu Xian grinned and patted her on the shoulder: "I said I would cover you."

The other direct disciples who were leaders showed regretful expressions.

After grouping up, Yu Xian shouldered the giant thunder axe, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Your poison-proof elixirs, poison-proof charms and poison-proof masks are all ready to go!"

"Yes!"

……

In the forbidden area deep in the southern side of the Rotten Bones Swamp, a building stands abruptly.

In the extravagant and magnificent hall, a small figure was sitting on an exaggeratedly large couch. He was covered with a black robe, and even his face was covered by the brim of the hat that hung down.

Under the steps, there were several people kneeling, each of them exuded a tyrannical aura, but in front of the people seated, they could only lower their bodies repeatedly, not daring to lift their heads.

"Old Ancestor, let's go! Taichu Guan has dispatched many great powers this time, we are not opponents!"

"Yes, ancestor, let's return to the Dead Sea first, as long as you are still there, there is always a chance to make a comeback."

The voices of these people trembled, as if they were suppressing fear.

Suddenly, there was a burst of "hee hee hee" laughter.

The laughter was exceptionally sharp, reverberating and circling in the hall, the air was shrill and creepy.

Everyone fell silent immediately, and their bodies shook like chaff.

A thin and strange voice came from the seat: "I finally left that ghostly place of Dead Sea, and you want me to go back again?"

"Old, old ancestor, they came from the north, we can only retreat to the south. Moreover, the Dead Sea is not an ordinary place, even if you are looking at it at the beginning, you dare not enter it rashly."

"Absolute Beginning View... Damn it, hate it!"

The short figure trembled with anger, but suddenly calmed down again, and the rapid change of emotions gave people a strange feeling.

"Has the person who killed Luan Mo been found?"

he asked coldly.

One of the people under the steps trembled and said: "Return, report to the ancestor, I haven't found it yet, the other party hasn't left any information, I really, really can't do anything!"

The man kowtowed and begged for mercy.

However, all he got was "trash" that announced his end.

The short figure stretched out thin, pale palms from under the black robe and slowly clenched them into fists.

A blood hole exploded in the man's chest, and his heart was torn out by an invisible force, and flew over and fell into the palm of the short figure.

The bloody smell permeated the hall, and the others did not dare to breathe out, and their bodies shook even more violently.

"Back off, back off, hee hee, who made us provoke Tai Chu Guan?"

The shrill voice was innocent and lively, making it even more frightening.

"I heard that they brought disciples in, right?"

"Reporting to the ancestors, yes, those disciples are not with the great power of Taichu Guan, they are currently acting on the periphery."

"Then you have to treat people well, you all, go, don't neglect the younger generation."

"Then here..."

"Why, do you think I can't handle it?"

The voice suddenly became old, so eerie and impenetrable.

"My subordinates dare not!"

The old man snorted heavily, and said: "After entertaining the disciples of Tai Chu Guan, quickly roll back, and the secret path leading to the Dead Sea will be opened immediately. When the time is up, those who can't catch up will die!"

"As ordered!"

After everyone exited the main hall, the person in the seat changed his high-pitched voice again, and said with a smile: "Brother and sister, come and eat."

After his words fell, several ghostly figures suddenly appeared in the hall.

There are men and women in these people, all of them look like teenagers, and their stature has not yet grown up.

The short figure threw the heart in his hand, and those people turned into afterimages at the same time, swarmed up, tore the heart into pieces in the air, and swallowed it after landing.

After eating the heart, they all focused their attention on the monk's corpse.

……

(End of this chapter)