The Rotten Bone Swamp is very wide and has a harsh environment. It is full of mire and is home to many powerful monsters with strange poisons. And it faces the Sea of Death to the south, and the more south you go, the more dangerous it becomes.
Gray-white miasma is steaming over the swamp, and the miasma is connected to the sky and the ground, lying in front of the spirit boat.
The formations on the spirit boat were enough to ignore the miasma that contained hidden poisons, and Taichu Guan had no worries about alerting the enemy. The spirit boat just broke into the sky above the swamp land openly and openly.
But before that, all the disciples got off the spirit boat and landed outside the north side of the swamp. Only the elders with advanced cultivation levels were left on the spirit boat.
"Yu Xian, the safety of your junior sisters and junior brothers will be left to you. Remember, don't go deep. Your mission is to intercept and kill the stragglers of the Puppet God Sect. If you encounter an expert, avoid it if you can. If you are stabbed, What basket, just"
"I'm the only one asking, right? Okay, okay, my ears are ringing with noises. I keep saying these two sentences every time. If you don't bother me, I'll still. Let's go quickly."
"What's your attitude?!"
Yu Xian seemed not to have heard the other party's angry rebuke and said: "Oh, by the way, what should I do with those personal puppets? Kill them or keep them?"
The leader of the elders was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then said with a complicated expression: "You can figure it out yourself."
"Huh? You haven't discussed this issue yet and come up with a result?"
The elder sighed slightly and said: "Because we are not sure whether the human puppet has the possibility of recovery, this matter has never been finalized. The leader only said that we should adapt to circumstances when the time comes, and we will not blame us for any decision."
Yu Xian said "Oh" and said, "Then just kill them all. It's easy and trouble-free."
The elder couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
The elders took the spiritual boat and headed deeper into the swamp.
I Xian looked at the towering miasma wall in front of me for a while, then turned around and said to the disciples behind him: "You all must know the purpose of this trip, so I won't say more. Don't act without permission after entering, and stay in a group. Follow me closely. If you lose me, dig a hole and bury yourself as soon as possible. I'm too lazy to do it. Okay, now I'll divide you into groups."
Yu Xian glanced at him and said, "Junior Sister Cen, Junior Brother Kuang, Junior Brother Lu, Junior Sister Dou, Junior Sister Weng, and Junior Brother Chang, please stand over there."
Those whose names were read were all direct disciples, and it was obviously necessary to determine the leader of each group first.
Only Huo Xiumao's name was not read.
One of the direct disciples said with a hint of truth: "Senior Sister Yu, you missed someone."
Hearing this, the expressions of other direct disciples were a little subtle.
Everyone knew that Huo Xiumao was not picked out because his cultivation level was too low, but such an almost explicit inquiry undoubtedly had ulterior motives.
Huo Xiumao frowned and looked at the direct disciple.
"I……"
"Junior Brother Lu, do you have any objections to my arrangement?"
Yu Xian interrupted Huo Xiumao's words directly. She looked at the direct disciple with an expression that was half-smiling.
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 any opinions, come and make some comments?"
"No...no way."
The other person shrank his neck with a look of disdain on his face.
Yu Xian raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at him, with a hint of evil in his eyes.
"Come over here with Junior Brother Huo, and join me later."
"..."
The man glanced at Huo Xiumao and then secretly glanced at Yu Xian. He flattened 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.
Jing Yingrong has not been assigned yet. In the sea of consciousness, Jijiebi said: "This junior, no wonder the elders of the sect tolerate her, she really has the capital to be arrogant."
Ji Yanzhu: "Where, where? Isn't she just a talented person with high cultivation level?"
Ji Jie Bi smiled and said: "Look at her groupings, the people in each group are quite harmonious in terms of their attributes, emphasis on techniques, and skills, and they have many complementary checks and balances in their personalities. It’s not easy to do that.”
Ji Yanzhu: "But if the personalities are complementary, it means the personalities are very different, right? In that case, won't there be conflicts?"
Ji Sha Jian replied: "So the leader of each group must be the direct disciple with the highest cultivation and status. Huh, if you are performing a sect mission and fighting with the same room, you deserve to die."
Ji Jie Bi smiled and said: "This junior probably thinks the same way as you."
Ji Yanzhu: "But she put Xiao Huo Xiaoyin and Xiao Wu into their own group... Isn't this out of selfish motives? She has a Taoist couple and is still so romantic, oh my."
Jing Yingrong: "No."
Jiyanzhu: "Huh?"
Ji Jie Bi: "Xiao Huo has a high status but low cultivation, so it is inappropriate to be assigned to someone else's group. As for the other two, she should have seen the clues."
"What's the clue?"
Mirror Yingrong: "Kung Fu."
At this time, only Jing Yingrong was not grouped.
Yu Xian waved and said, "Come on, come on, junior sister Jing, come to me."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
She walked over and Yu Xian grinned and patted her shoulder: "I told you I would cover you."
The other direct disciples who were the leaders showed regretful expressions.
After the grouping was completed, Yu Xian put the thunder ax on his shoulder, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Use all your poison-proof pills, poison-proof talismans, and poison-proof masks, and get ready to go!"
"yes!"
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In the forbidden land deep on the south side of the Rotten Bone Swamp, a building stands abruptly.
In the luxurious and gorgeous hall, a short figure sat on an exaggeratedly large couch. He was covered in a black robe, and his face was also covered by the drooping brim of his hat.
At the foot of the steps, there were several people kneeling. Everyone exuded a strong aura, but in front of the people sitting on the seats, they could only lower their bodies again and again, not daring to raise their heads.
"Ancestor, let's go quickly! Taichu Guan has dispatched many powerful powers this time, we are no match!"
"Yes, ancestor, let's return to the Sea of Death first. As long as you are still here, there is always a chance to make a comeback."
The voices of these people were trembling, as if they were suppressing fear.
Suddenly, a burst of "hee hee hee" laughter rang out.
The laughter was extremely high-pitched, echoing and circling in the hall, ethereal and shrill, and creepy.
Everyone fell silent immediately, their bodies shaking like chaff.
A thin, strange voice came from the seat: "I finally left that hellish place in the Sea of Death, and you want me to go back again?"
"Old, Ancestor, they are coming from the north, we can only retreat to the south. Moreover, the Dead Sea is an unusual place. Even Taichu Guan does not dare to enter rashly."
"Taizhu Guan... hateful, hateful!"
The short figure was trembling with anger, but suddenly he calmed down again. His mood changed so quickly that it gave people a strange feeling.
"Have you found the person who killed Luan Mo?"
he asked coldly.
One of the people at the foot of the stairs trembled and said: "Reply to the ancestor, we haven't found it yet, and the other party didn't leave any information. We are really helpless!"
The man kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
However, all he got was a sentence of "trash" announcing his fate.
The short figure stretched out his thin, pale palms from under his black robe and slowly clenched them into fists.
A bloody hole burst open in the man's chest, and his heart was torn out by an invisible force, flying over and falling into the palm of the short figure.
The smell of blood filled the hall, and other people did not dare to vent their anger, and their bodies shook even more violently.
"Retreat, retreat, hehe, who made us provoke Taichu Guan?"
The high-pitched voice took on an innocent and lively tone, making it even more frightening.
"I heard that they also brought disciples in, right?"
"Reporting to the ancestor, yes, those disciples are not with the great power of Taichu Guan. They are currently operating on the periphery."
"Then you have to entertain me well. You all, go and don't neglect this junior."
"Then here..."
"What, you think I can't handle it?"
The voice suddenly became older, and it was so gloomy that it didn't penetrate anyone's mind.
"My subordinates dare not!"
The old voice groaned heavily and said: "After you have entertained the disciples of Taichu Temple, come back quickly. The secret passage to the Sea of Death will be opened immediately. When the time is up, those who can't catch up will die!"
"As you command!"
After everyone exited the hall, the man on the seat returned to his high-pitched voice and said with a smile: "Brother and sister, come and eat quickly."
After he finished speaking, several ghostly figures suddenly appeared in the hall.
These people were both male and female. They all looked like teenagers and had not yet grown up.
The short figure threw out 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 devoured it after landing.
After eating the heart, they all focused their attention on the monk's body.
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