The Avalon of Five Elements Chapter 709: Face of Marsh

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The arc of the blue thorns caused Ai Hui to immediately recover its long-lost power. Once in the Thunder, the body was quenched for a long time, and the Thunder was too familiar to him. When the lightning released by the blue thorns entered the body, countless feelings suddenly came, like a spring.

This wonderful world is extremely friendly to the Thunder.

What ’s even more amazing is that Thunder and his ghost sword are exceptionally fit, probably neither of which is within Five Elements? Ai Hui has not yet figured out the mystery.

Ghost swords are also undergoing significant changes gradually, and the original yin and yang attributes have become more prominent, with clear boundaries. Yang Jian gradually turned to pure white, and the fine thunder roamed around the body of the sword, making them appear to be wearing silver silk clothes, which was extremely dazzling. The Yin Sword gradually turned to black, and the Thunder of the Sword also seemed to be stained with black, as if innumerable shadows were wandering, as if the Sword shrouded a layer of black mist.

Black Thunder?

could it be that is a thunderbolt? Ai Hui thought about what he had read in the cultivation classics. It is said that Yang Thunder is explosive and can break all evils, while Yin Thunder is poisonous, such as the gangrene of the bones.

He read the cultivation classics at that time, but he used them as stories and readings of the gods. He didn't expect that he would use them one day. The ancient Thunder tactics are broad and profound, it is a big category, but unfortunately it has long been lost.

When the book is used, there is less hatred. This sentence can probably be used no matter when.

Thunder is affected by the ghost sword, and the presence of yin and yang makes Ai Hui surprised.

This means that between Thunder and Ghost Sword, Ghost Sword is dominant. In the impression of Ai Hui's, Thunder is almost the most powerful force, but now he found that his ghost sword from practice can actually prevail.

It turns out that the sword cultivation with the ghost sword from practice can dominate one side, it's not a rumor.

Ai Hui in the heart can't help but sorrow, but then smiles bitterly, okay, go out from this ghost place first.

Evil gates are everywhere, and he dare not carelessly. If he were not careful enough, he would have died many times.

Ai Hui stopped.

In front of him, a vast swamp saw no end.

In the swamp, there was gray sludge everywhere, and a cluster of steel needles of dark green meadow scattered scattered. The faint gray mist drilled out of the mud and gradually merged into each and everyone fog. The air flow tumbled in the fog, vaguely, like a twisted and blurry face. The whimper sounded like a weep, and floated out of the fog, making the swamp even more bleak desolate.

When Ai Hui appeared on the edge of the swamp, all the misty faces floating on the swamp turned towards him in unison.

I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion, Ai Hui thinks those faces are smiling at him.

"Come ... Come ..."

"Bah ... ah ..."

"Hehe ..."

The sharp voice wafts in the wind, like a wire penetrating the eardrum. The sound is extremely uncomfortable, but it also has a strange magic, making people involuntarily want to listen more carefully.

Rao is Ai Hui ’s courageous and brave face. The inexplicable chill penetrated into the bone.

But somehow, the horrible swamp in front of him attracted Ai Hui deeply. Just like a voice said in in his heart, go in, go in quickly.

Ai Hui settled down, he withdrew a few steps, his eyes restored to clear understanding.

In the swamp of the face, there are forces that can affect the mind of the person.

The face swamp is the name he just gave to this gray swamp. This is a very dangerous place.

Ai Hui decided to change the way, he began to move along the edge of the swamp of the face. As soon as he moved, the misty face floating on the swamp turned around, staring at him all the time.

Ai Hui pretends to be a blind eye, but the hair behind it stands up involuntarily.

The scene I witnessed later confirmed the danger of the swamp.

At that time, a cloud of algae chased a group of plants, but the plants, who had no choice but to find their way, broke into the swamp. The algae cloud that Ai Hui felt almost invincible actually stopped at the edge of the swamp. The plants that broke into the swamp were immediately surrounded by the faces of the fog. The vivid and bright color quickly faded from the branches of the plant and turned into a pale gray. Branches that are as hard as iron begin to soften and melt, and large swaths of mud drip from the branches.

The gray mud and the swamp merge into one, and all the misty faces are spread out.

The weird, sharp laughter enveloped the whole swamp again.

Ai Hui swallowed, and his face was pale, and he finally knew how the mud came.

In the vast swamp, the grey and muddy mud ca n’t see the end. How many plants are buried here?

He dare not imagine.

Where is this face swamp, this is the real death swamp.

Ai Hui again noticed a faint consciousness thrown into the depths of the sky. "It" is paying attention to what is happening below. Ai Hui didn't look up, and now he had no mood to control the existence of that high altitude.

He moved laterally along the swamp, trying to find a way around the swamp. However, what he did not expect was that the swamp of the face was more extensive than he expected. No matter where he went, the foggy face would rotate neatly and stare at him. At first, Ai Hui felt as if he was on his back, and after a long time, he didn't feel much.

Huh?

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and the ground was not far away.

He remembers clearly that this was the trace left when the plant that broke into the swamp had escaped. I clearly walked in one direction along the edge of the swamp, how come back?

could it be that swamp is round?

Ai Hui shook his head, denying this guess. His sense of direction is excellent, and he can be sure that he is going straight.

Weird.

Slight laughter came from the swamp, and the fog group looked at Ai Hui with all faces, as if mocking his futile efforts.

After listening a lot, Ai Hui has long been indifferent to the laughter of the misty face.

Is it illusion?

What should I do?

The detour has been proved impossible. There are not many roads in front of Ai Hui, either forward or backward. Back? He shook his head, the place where he woke up was barren and nothing, and now he encountered more and more things, more and more noisy.

He is heading towards the central area, although the way forward is becoming more dangerous.

Opportunities are always hidden in danger.

Ai Hui has a hunch that if he wants to leave this strange place, the chance must be in front of the more dangerous and lively, not the edge of nothing and desolation.

Ai Hui decided to move on, which means he had to cross this swamp.

Unfortunately, you ca n’t fly, otherwise, it should be a good idea to fly over the swamp. The problem caused by the inability to fly more than once. He already has a rough idea about the problem of flying, but unfortunately there are no conditions to realize it.

Ai Hui decided to test the face swamp first.

A ghost sword surrounded by him flew out, turned into a silver light, and flew towards the face of the fog group closest to Ai Hui.

Silver sword aura, immersed in the misty face, pierced out effortlessly, drawn an arc and returned to Ai Hui.

The face of the continuously twisted fog suddenly solidified, and there was a little more silver in the center of the face.

zī zī zī, countless tiny arcs, exploding from the silver light, instantly covering the entire face of the fog.

The wailing howl suddenly sounded, and the face of the misty man shrouded in thunder disappeared to disappear without trace.

Although Ai Hui does n’t know what the face of the fog group is, he always thinks it is a evil thing, so he chose Yang Thunder Ghost Sword. Facts have proved that Yang Lei has a lethal effect on the face of the fog group.

But there is no joy on Ai Hui's face. He stretched out take action's palm, and the sunray ghost sword that flew just now fell into his palm.

The sword's Yanglei is much dimmer.

He now has more ghost swords than before, reaching thirty-two. But when he glanced at the swamp where he could not see his head, Ai Hui could not help shaking his head. Thirty-two ghost swords and sixteen thunder ghost swords can't support themselves out of the swamp.

It is not feasible to rely on Yang Reggae Sword alone, Ai Hui decided to try Yin Reggae Sword.

The dark, dark ink and reggae sword flashed through the air, as if to pierce the space, leaving a gap to the void. Yin Thunder Ghost Sword also penetrates the face of the fog group effortlessly, but the results are completely different.

A tiny black air floats on the face of the gray haze, and in a blink of an eye, the haze of the haze is enveloped by a black thread like spider web.

The twisted face of the mist becomes more distorted, and the roar of low tears comes from the face of the mist, and the gray face of the mist becomes almost black.

It slammed into a misty face not far away.

The low, torn roar and the sharp, weird howling are mixed together, the black face and the gray face are frantically eating each other. Other gray misty faces turned around suddenly, and screams came and went on the swamp. They swarmed up and surrounded the black faces. In a blink of an eye, the face of the black mist was eaten away.

The scene is crazy, and Ai Hui in the heart looks a little hairy.

The effect of Yin Thunder Ghost Sword is not quite what he expected, but he is keenly aware that there may be something that can be used.

The Yin Thunder Ghost Sword that just built Gong Gong fell back to his palm. Sure enough, the Yin Thunder of the sword body was thinner.

It seems impossible to rely on the power of the ghost sword to break through directly, he must come up with a feasible method.

Ai Hui also noticed a different detail than before.

Before he hunted various plants, he would leave the essence. It is the essence of these plants that the Ai Hui's ghost sword can grow to the point it is today. However, two consecutive misty faces were wiped out, and they completely disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

No loot is unpleasant, but at this time Ai Hui does n’t care too much, what attracts him is the message behind it. This swamp or the face of the fog group is different from the strange plants he encountered before, they are another kind of existence.

Algae cloud is much stronger than normal plants, but it is no different from its hunting target.

How can I cross the swamp?

Ai Hui's's eyes suddenly fell on the meadows scattered in the swamp, in the heart moved.

Why do these dark green meadows that look like a bunch of steel needles survive in the swamp without turning into a sludge?

could it be that ... What is so special about these seemingly ordinary meadows?

in his heart moved, and a ghost sword surrounded him flew out.

The sword aura in the sky flew away and flew to the meadow.

Seeing that sword aura is about to hit the meadow, the shock changes!