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Chapter 272: Once it comes, make peace with it

After taking the Past Miasma Pill, the monks began to officially enter the swamp.

Yukong is a compulsory course for everyone to enter Taoism. Except for Wang Minglang and Bai Rong, everyone has stepped on their own magical weapons.

The Dajing Shashen looked at the pitiful appearance of the young man in white, squeezed his wrinkled face, and said in a rough voice, "Immortal Lord, I don't know how to fly with a sword, you see..."

Jiang Su stepped on his heavy sword, smoothed his hair in front of his ears, and moved his hands and feet with the graceful air of a descendant of the Immortal family. He was the most independent and independent Immortal Lord in Tsing Yi who was the backbone of the Immortal style.

She rubbed her ears and said, "Hey, is anyone talking? My ears haven't been working very well lately."

Wang Minglang: "..."

Bai Rong looked at the swamp, and looked up at the immortal king who looked at the clear breeze and bright moon above the heavy sword, and his heart skipped a beat.

There is no reason for Xianjun to keep helping me! This is an exercise for me. If I want to avenge Baijiazhai, I must start by strengthening my body. Digging in the swamp is my experience!
Bai Rong made up his mind, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and rushed into the swamp with vigorous steps.

Just as the shoes were about to be immersed in the gray mud, a force was suddenly applied to his neck, and the lapel of his clothes almost choked him.

"Don't step on my knife if your shoes are dirty." Jiang Su said calmly.

The hilt of her knife hooked the boy's neck, hanging him under the heavy knife, and the two of them flew in the air to the other side of the swamp.

Wang Minglang became anxious now, "Xianjun! Please take me with you, I can't get through, I don't even have legs, I can't-"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp and frosty knife came.

Jin Wan imitated Jiang Su's movements and used his own magic weapon, the scimitar, to hang Wang Minglang on the knife. The silver-armored general should have shed tears of gratitude, but he used... the tip of the knife.

The tip of the knife penetrated Wang Minglang's collar, because this God of Death actually only had one head, and the rest were all illusions. In the eyes of everyone in Yaoyang Pass, their boss killed King Minglang, the God of Death...

Beheaded... the knife was on.

"Old...Boss, we don't have to be so cruel. Although Da Jing has a bad relationship with us, and Wang Mingliang has killed many people from the Northern Territory...but at this time, after all, the Immortal Lord is here. Will doing so offend the Immortal? "Jun." Another person lowered his voice and whispered in Jin Wan's ear.

"Yes, boss... After all, this man is also a well-known military commander. This is a bit insulting. We have to avoid the Immortal Lord to prevent the Immortal Lord from misunderstanding us."

"Boss, I have a piece of cloth here, let's cover it."

Everyone in Yaoyang Pass: It’s okay to kill King Ming Lang, but you can’t let the Immortal Lord know about it.

Jin Wan had been holding his back and head proudly. After helping Wang Minglang, he did not lower his head to look at him at all. Now he listened in a daze.

"Ah? What did you say?"

The roar of the Great Scenery God of Killing came from below, "Why do you blindfold me! Damn the Northerners, do you want to take this opportunity to take me away from the Immortal Lord and take this opportunity to attack me?! Let me go!" Go down! If you are a man, Jin, let’s go down and fight!”

Jin Wan sneered, shook his broad shoulders, put his hands on his hips and stretched his back, his half-naked chest rising and falling, "You said I'm not a man?"

"Okay, I'll take you down, you old man with a bad heart and a dog's heart."

With a twist of his scimitar, Wang Minglang fell from the air. Fortunately, he had already passed the swamp. He passed between the gaps between the trees and landed on the ground and rolled several times.

Bai Rong looked frightened and said, "Xian, Xianjun, Master Wang was thrown down." Jiang Su: "Oh, he can't die."

"Where are we? Now, is it faster for us to go down the mountain road, or fly directly to your house?" Jiang Su turned sideways and asked again.

Bai Rong pointed to a village not far away, "We've arrived. That's Zhangjiazhai. Directly below the valley behind them is our Baijiazhai. If you want to leave or fly, you can."

Jiang Su looked at the two huge treehouses that looked like tribes and frowned slightly, "Are you two the only ones in the entire Ten Thousand Poison Cave?"

Bai Rong's arms stiffened and he was startled, "Ah, that's not right. How come there are only two of our villages left? There are also Mojiazhai, Luojiazhai and Samujiazhai. How come these are the only two villages left? ?”

He looked around hurriedly, but in the entire Ten Thousand Poison Cave, except for these two treehouses, there was no trace of anyone else living there.

The young man's face showed a visible confusion, his mind was blank, his expression was slightly dazed, and his eyes gradually showed a look of fear.

"No, no, I remember that there was Mojiazhai. The people in their family liked to study wood and iron. They arranged to repair many of the mechanisms in these treehouses. The people in Luojiazhai could use the stove to make elixirs. When I was a child, I fell When I injured my leg, it was treated by Grandpa Luo, as well as the Samu family. The people in their family look very different from us, with high nose bridges, and they like to plant trees..."

"How could it be possible? There should be five villages in this area. Our Baijiazhai is clearly the smallest one. How could it be like Zhangjiazhai and ours now, occupying most of the valley?"

Bai Rong suddenly squatted down, held his head in his hands, shook his head wildly, like a rattle, and kept muttering in a low voice, "No, no, no, why is this different from the Baijiazhai in my memory!"

Jiang Su stopped walking towards the valley, raised his hand and waved, signaling to the people in Yaoyangguan behind him to stop as well.

Jin Wen took the initiative to step forward, glanced at the young man who was holding his head in pain, and looked back at Jiang Su with some confusion.

Jiang Su made a circle with his index finger and thumb, indicating that it was a bead.

Glass beads.

After all, Bai Rong still didn't have enough cultivation to completely control the high-grade magic weapon of the Glazed Pagoda.

What's more, a magical weapon that has absorbed the lives of millions of people is so vicious, evil and evil that he, a young man in the foundation building stage, can refine and control it.

Now it is not him who controls the Glazed Pagoda, but it is probably the Glazed Pagoda that borrows its own Formation Eyes Glazed Beads to control it.

"It was the Glazed Pagoda that asked Bai Rong to bring us here. Those memories after the refining was successful are all Bai Rong's hallucinations." Jiang Sumi said in a voice transmission.

Jin Wan's expression was solemn, and even Wang Minglang, who was originally noisy, calmed down and remained silent for a long time.

"I felt something was wrong just now. Seeing that you didn't react, Xianjun, I didn't say much." Jin Wan didn't believe that a young boy could have such an ability to refine thousands of years of high-grade magic with his cultivation in the foundation period. device.

Jiang Su didn't push the blame, and said with a half-smile, "Now that it's here, let's make peace with it. If it wants us to come here, then come. Anyway, the legend of the Holy Land in the Northern Territory is probably inseparable from this glazed pagoda." relationship.”

She patted the boy's head with a clear voice, briefly pulling him out of his complicated thoughts to gain a moment of clarity.
"Bai Rong, let's go."

Bai Rong raised his head and looked up at everyone, his eyes gradually returning to their original clarity.

Jin Wan noticed that the woman's hand in green was pressing an acupuncture point on the boy's head.

This man really knows medicine.