Qiu Ping was happily rolling around in the swamp. From time to time he dug a piece of spiritual mineral and took a few bites of it.
His body has gained weight several times, his digestive ability cannot keep up, and too much spiritual energy is accumulated in his body.
Perhaps, this is the trouble of happiness.
The ores inside seemed to be tailor-made for him. There were no impurities when eaten, and they were all filled with the rich and essence of the two-phase power of gold and water.
No, he was munching on the spiritual minerals for nothing, and listening to the powerful loach reciting "The Supreme Loach Heart Seal Sutra", his cultivation level was rising slowly.
In the blink of an eye, the third [ancestral orifice] had become loose.
Originally, according to his water-milling skills, he would not be able to open a new [ancestral orifice] within a year.
His progress in strength is extremely astonishing. You must know that a year ago, his Taoism had not exceeded a hundred years, and he was just a little monster at the lowest level.
"I wonder what good things will be inside when the third ancestral orifice opens." Qiu Ping popped his head out of the mud happily, and was looking forward to it, but suddenly the whole world seemed to be shaken.
Then an invisible force gathered at the bottom of the swamp, forming a huge circular hole, through which blue waves seemed to be visible.
Figures passed through the potholes and quickly entered this world.
Qiu Ping just glanced at it and quickly buried his head in the mud.
He originally thought that this dungeon would go away happily, but something unexpected happened.
I just don’t know who these people are.
But no matter who they are, just looking at the clothes and accessories of these people, they are not something that little loach can afford to offend.
The little loach immediately paddled its fins desperately and headed towards the depths of the swamp.
The nervous little loach didn't notice that the [Liu Tu General Talisman] attached to his soul was shaking slightly, and the strokes on it like dragons and snakes were wandering endlessly, vaguely echoing the world here.
The golden line on Qiu Ping's back, which was gradually fading, suddenly slowed down, and it seemed that it took a long time before it dimmed to an undetectable point.
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Ao Cang emerged from the mud with a livid face, and in the swamp behind him, thousands of geniuses from the same or different forces all looked embarrassed.
They have been well-dressed and well-fed since childhood, and their status has been respected. When did they ever enter such a dirty place?
Some women even hid their mouths and vomited, and each one of them hurriedly used their strength to disperse the mud.
But as soon as each of them used their magic power, they found that most of their strength was dissipated, and only the priesthood they brought with them could exert its power.
Only then did they remember that although the world of Mirage was the same as the outside world, it was once a place where immortals lived. The level was too high. With their weak Taoism, they could not leverage the laws here, and naturally they could not use the power here.
Only the Shinto system, no matter how weak the Shinto power is, has extremely high roots and essence, can it be able to operate freely here.
This is why they were asked to prepare one or more pieces of the Wild God Priesthood in advance.
Many people immediately activated the defensive clergy and pushed the soil around them away, while some people who were only prepared to attack the clergy could only soak in the mud and be dumbfounded.
Ao Cang had a cold face, and the aura around his body shook slightly, blocking out all the mud. He is a pure-blooded true dragon, and his strength is very high. His strength is not affected much in this world.
However, he inexplicably felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the origin of this world, and it contained a power that made him disgusted.
Low, dirty, and incompatible with the nobility of his true dragon bloodline.
As long as he senses it for a moment, he feels that his bloodline is deteriorating.
"Prince, it's strange. According to the information we got, the entrance to the mirage should be [Wuwei Sea]. How did it turn into a swamp." Beside him, a ferocious-looking patrol Yaksha held a roll of Kan map in his hand. .
But it was discovered that the content recorded in the drawings was too far from reality.
Originally, the first step in entering the mirage was [Crossing the Blue Sea], which is an elegant event in the immortal world. Many immortals like to cross the sea with their own magical powers and compete in their skills.
When Qiu Ping was in Longjun's [Mountain and River Pond] at Yanhu Lake, there was also a race between humans and gods.
However, now that the Wuwei Sea has turned into a swamp, we can’t just race across it, right?
However, even if you don't race across the river, you still have to leave this swamp quickly, otherwise what would you be like if you were to stay here all the time?
Ao Cang winked at the patrolling Yasha on the side, and the other party immediately understood. A wave immediately rose under his feet and lifted him up to the swamp.
As soon as his body left the swamp, a heavy binding force pressed down on him, causing him to fall heavily into the mire.
"Prince, there are still restrictions in the void here. If we want to leave here, we must... we must pass through the quagmire." Yasha had a troubled look on his face, and he didn't dare to look at Ao Cang's gloomy face.
Although this place is no longer the [Wuwei Sea], it still seems to maintain the rules of the [Blue Sea Race]. It cannot fly through the air, and can only use various magical powers to swim through the quagmire.
Just like a fairy crossing the sea, if you are flying in mid-air, what's the point?
"Damn it!" Ao Cang angrily smashed his hands into the quagmire, but felt that his hands were dirty and extremely disgusted.
There were thousands of people here, making him burrow like a loach in the mud. He really couldn't afford to lose this person.
"Prince, although this place is a bit dirty, there must be many rewards left by immortals during the race. If the rules of Wuweihai's race are still maintained here, then these rewards should still be there." One left two The bearded turtle demon spoke carefully.
Other attendants and officials of the Dragon Palace also looked at Ao Cang.
It’s here now, we can’t just waste it here. Most of them are not dragons. Although they are uncomfortable with drilling in mud ponds, they do not have such a big psychological burden.
No one wants to have trouble with the immortal treasure here.
The only worry was that the noble Long Prince would lose face.
Ao Cang's expression changed and he looked in the direction of the others. Many of them had already commanded the priesthood and were moving quickly through the swamp.
After all, the levels in Mirage are no secret, and many big forces want to seize the opportunity.
If he delays any longer, I'm afraid the top spot will fall into someone else's hands.
"Walk!"
Ao Cang gritted his teeth and immediately transformed into a real dragon, surrounded by golden light and separated from the mud. His tail swayed slightly, his four claws exerted force, and he swam very far in an instant.
After all, he is the body of a true dragon, the most noble in the water, and the power contained in his body is far beyond that of ordinary creatures.
In addition, others cannot exert their full strength like him, so naturally they are not as fast as him.
"As expected of the True Dragon clan, even when it comes to digging holes, they are much better than us." Everyone was far behind Ao Cang. They only saw the holes Ao Cang left in the mud pond, and they couldn't help but express envy. color.
