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Chapter 1190: Qingquan Bamboo Forest Has Been Poisoned!

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    The Poison Mist Swamp is unusually quiet, as if time has been frozen, and it is also like the dead silence before the terrifying doomsday.

    Two figures approached in the distance, a man and a woman, both were silent, and their eyes were cold, staring at a dark place.

    It was Bu Feifan and Second Dream.

    The more the two walked, the more frightened they became. Along the way, there were more and more corpses on the road. During the rolling and turning, the corpses paved a path of bones. When the soles of their feet stepped on it, there was a "creaking" sound. It was the bones being stepped on.  broken sound.

    "Do we really have to go again?"

    The second dream's voice was a little flustered, and his eyes looked around, as if he was afraid that something terrifying would pop out of the darkness.

    Bu Feifan didn't have such a strange thing, he was expressionless, turning a blind eye to the bones all over the floor, but walking forward, even with the soles of his feet on the corpse, he was still as indifferent as ice.

    In the poisonous fog swamp, because of the natural miasma, there is no sense of direction at all. From the moment you step into the poisonous fog swamp, you are doomed to lose your way.

    Moreover, the hallucinogenic effect of the miasma poisonous mist is also very important. Although it has the medicinal effect of the snake gall of the poisonous snake, it cannot prevent the poisonous mist from exerting itself at all, it can only suppress it.

    If things go on like this, it won't take long for Bu Feifan and Second Meng to fall into hallucinations, mad and lost.

    But Bu Feifei is bold and extremely sensible.

    In his opinion, the corpses are all over the ground, and the more concentrated the corpses, the closer they are to the poisonous kung fu practitioner. Since the poisonous kung fu practitioner was able to practice poison kung fu with humans as furnaces in the poisonous mist swamp so unscrupulously,  Either the environment he was in was special, or he had a elixir or something to deal with the miasma in the poisonous mist and swamp.

    No matter how you look at these two, they are worth Bu Feifan's efforts.

    As for the strength of the Poison Kungfu practitioner, in Bu Feifan's view, there has never been an absolute crush between warriors and warriors. In the confrontation between life and death, various factors will lead to different results.

    Bu Feifan walked forward with the second dream, crossed a stream, the grass was fragrant in the stream, and there was a bamboo forest, it was hard to imagine such a unique scenery here.

    Second Meng was in a happy mood and walked happily all the way. She was like a brisk dancing butterfly, the most beautiful person in the world.  Smiling red lips at the corners of the mouth, reddish cheeks smeared with rouge and gouache, a little flush, bright eyes, long eyelashes, thin eyebrows, the whole face is exquisite and moving.

    The only regret is the little scar on the right cheek below the corner of the eye, which ruined Second Dream's exquisite makeup, but it added a little bit of charm.

    It's a pity that Bu Feifan just glanced at it and turned his head away.

    His attention was completely in the bamboo forest, his eyes were bright and a little dignified.

    The second dream showed light surprise, looking at Bu Feifan's furrowed brows, where the word "Chuan" was wrinkled.

    She opened her mouth, about to speak.

    "Let's go!"

    Bu Feifei opened his mouth, walked forward without saying a word, with heavy steps.

    The second dream followed, and the two walked through the bamboo forest, skimmed over the unique greenery, and stepped over a few gravels in the stream, splashing a few white waves under their feet.

    Entering the bamboo forest, after walking for half an hour, this unique scenery has changed. First of all, the bamboo forest has turned yellow from green and lush, and I feel like the vegetation is withering.

    Then there was the clear stream, which was also turbid, and there was a trace of black air, a dangerous and dead breath pervaded, and even the sky and the earth became extremely depressed.

    The second dream was in a happy mood from the beginning, but gradually her pretty face sank, and her frozen face was like a frost.

    "how so?"

    She said in surprise.

    Bu Feifan didn't answer, just glanced at the stream that was glowing with black air.

    Looking at the black air in the stream, Bu Feifan knew that they were getting closer to the martial artist who practiced poisonous kung fu. The poisonous gas condensed and even polluted the stream, which showed that the poison kung fu of this poison kung fu practitioner was extremely powerful.

    All the way forward, the more I walked, the more frightened I was, the yellow bamboo forest began to turn black, covered with spots of black ink, like tear spots, as the distance grew, the black spots became more and more, and finally the whole bead  All became black, a depressing black.

    There is a dark purple in the black, which inexplicably gives people a very poisonous feeling. The stream is getting darker and darker, as dark as ink, and it is constantly "gurgling" bubbles.

    Finally, the whole bamboo forest came to the center. In the distance, more than twenty meters away, Bu Feifan focused his eyes and saw a huge rock deep in the bamboo forest.

    Then, I saw a man sitting cross-legged on the rockfigure.

    "That is¡­¡­"

    Second Meng covered her mouth in surprise, opened her eyes wide, and took a look at Bu Feifan.

    Bu Feifan remained silent, and looked at the face of the figure with a slightly solemn gaze. This person's whole body was covered in a huge black robe, and the black robe was hanging down, making it impossible to see his legs clearly.

    The black robe covered the man's head in a wide, black hair, and just as Bu Feifan was staring at him, the figure slowly raised his head, and his eyes lit up, making Bu Feifan see a pair of cold and sinister eyes.  and cruel eyes.

    Those were a pair of emerald green eyes, and they rolled around to see that his skin was very pale, like a piece of white paper.  The lips were purple, the color of the stiff skin after the blood has coagulated.

    "I didn't expect to meet two prey that came to my door today. Not bad not bad."

    A hoarse voice came out from the mouth of this weird young man, his eyes fixed on Bu Feifan without blinking, as if he was watching a prey, the light in his eyes flickered, he kept looking at it, the more he looked at it, the more it was  satisfy.

    Then he looked away and looked at the second dream, his eyes immediately lit up, his eyes were green like a wolf's gaze, a greedy smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth, Jie Jie laughed loudly: "  There is even a chick, it seems that my luck today is really good, when I finish venting my desire, I will use you as a furnace to sacrifice my Huangquan Poison Kung Fu."

    The young man's name is Wang Feng, and he is a disciple of the Netherworld Poison Sect. The Netherworld Poison Sect is a secret sect in the Poison Mist Swamp that practices poison kung fu.

    The legend of this sect was founded by the guard of a strong man two thousand years ago. They usually hide in this poisonous mist swamp, waiting for the legendary master to awaken and return.

    Normally, this sect will send some disciples to lure or kidnap some wandering warriors into this poisonous mist swamp, as a cultivation furnace for poisonous kung fu.

    And this young man Wang Feng is just an ordinary disciple of the Netherworld Poison Sect. According to the Netherworld Poison Sect's rules, every three years a disciple of the Netherworld Poison Sect will be in charge of the four sects of the Netherworld Poison Sect.

    The so-called four gates are the four paths from the Poison Mist Swamp to the Poison Sect of the Underworld

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