Everyone headed towards the depths of the mystic realm at an extremely fast speed. Basically, the demon beasts below the third level took turns to go up, the fourth and fifth level demon beasts all went up together, Little Uncle-Master went up for those above the fifth level, and those above the eighth level were not allowed to go up, so they turned and ran. Along the way, they had great teamwork. Although there were a few close calls, fortunately there were no major problems. After all, this mystic realm was only a small Golden Core mystic realm.
Yi Qing led the group to clear the monsters in the mystic realm for more than twenty days, until the storage bag beside him could not hold any more meat, then he turned to everyone and said, "Let's go back!"
The disciples who were already holding a pile of demon cores of their own Spirit Roots all nodded in gratitude. Finally, there was no need to continue, otherwise the demon beasts in this mystic realm would probably go extinct?
Everyone flew up on their swords at the fastest speed, intending to fly back, but suddenly there was a flash of green light not far away, and with a bang, it exploded in the air, slowly forming the shape of a flower.
"This is … the distress signal of Red and Green Sect!" A disciple exclaimed. "It's not far from here, I think someone is in danger." Everyone turned to look at the person leading them inquiringly.
Yi Qing frowned and turned to look at everyone. "Be careful, let's go over and take a look!"
With that said, he turned and flew in the direction of the fading pattern on his sword. The disciples also summoned their spirit swords and followed.
This was already the depths of the mystic realm, and it was almost impossible to meet people from other sects. There were very few people who saw the distress signal sent here, and it was possible that there was no one else nearby except for them. Although they were not from their own sect, they were all immortal sects, so they naturally had to help if they could.
The direction of the signal was not far, and the few of them arrived within a few minutes. Yi Qing was the first to arrive. He had already landed and was looking ahead with a solemn expression. In front of him was a pitch-black swamp, shrouded in a faint layer of black Qi, as if the entire swamp was boiling, and it was bubbling disgustingly. There were also some unactivated Dharma talismans floating on the swamp.
"Little Uncle-Master!" All the disciples landed and looked at the swamp in front of them. "What is this? Why is there so much demonic Qi in the swamp? "
Before he had time to think about it, a surprised voice sounded, "Big Brother next door, it's you!"
Everyone was stunned and turned to look at the center of the quagmire. They saw a large tree in the center of the quagmire tremble. Its branches and leaves split apart, revealing a slightly childish face. He was dressed in a pink robe and looked to be about 13 or 14 years old. Half of his body was already in the mud, and he was holding onto a tree branch with one hand, as if he was afraid of falling. Perhaps the tree she had grabbed was too dense, so no one had noticed it before.
"It's a Junior Sister!" The disciple behind Yi Qing panicked and subconsciously took two steps forward.
"Wait!"
"No!"
The girl in the swamp and Yi Qing exclaimed at the same time, but it was too late. The disciple had already stepped into the swamp, and in the next moment, the entire swamp seemed to be activated. Suddenly, a huge black wave rose up and rushed towards the giant.
"Back off!" Yi Qing reminded loudly. At the same time, he waved his sword and cut off the black wave. He took a few steps back.
"Little Martial Uncle, behind us …" A disciple exclaimed.
Looking back, he saw that the swamp had already circled behind them and surrounded them, trapping them in the middle.
"Sword Kinesis!" Yi Qing reminded everyone to fly.
All the disciples began to conjure hand seals, but it was too late. The swamp had already spread to their feet. The Spirit Qi that they had just gathered was instantly emptied. His body sank down uncontrollably.
"This swamp can absorb Spirit Qi!" All the disciples were shocked.
Yi Qing frowned. Seeing that everyone was about to be swallowed by the swamp, he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. Sword Qi exploded from all over his body, and the sword in his hand danced quickly and hurriedly. Thousands of Sword Qi appeared and struck the black swamp. Taking advantage of the moment when the swamp dispersed, he directly threw the trapped disciples out one by one. But this would only make him sink deeper into the swamp.
"Little Martial Uncle!" All the disciples could see his plan. For a moment, they were touched and anxious. If this went on, he would not be able to go back!
"Go!" Yi Qing said in a low voice. Finally, he threw the last disciple out and let himself sink deeper and deeper into the swamp. He said in front of Master that he would take good care of these disciples, so no one could be left behind!
"Little Martial Uncle!" Everyone shouted anxiously, but they could only watch as the black swamp submerged Yi Qing's head. Together with the girl from Red and Green Sect, they were completely submerged in darkness.
***
In the guest room of Divine Heavens Sect.
"Eh?!" Shen Ying, who was eating, suddenly stood up.
"What are you doing?" Lonemoon glanced at her.
Shen Ying tilted her head. After a while, she sat back with a normal expression. "Nothing, my back hurts after sitting for too long."
"Tch." Crazy! Madam Niu's face was full of disdain …
***
"Senior Brother, what do we do?" The rescued disciples flew in the sky on their swords, looking anxiously at the swamp that was no longer moving. Tears flowed uncontrollably. It was because of them that Little Martial Uncle was trapped.
"Wait!" The disciple with the highest cultivation among them gritted his teeth. "Little Martial Uncle is so powerful. He can even defeat a seventh-level demon beast. He must be fine now. No matter what, we have to wait for him to come out. "
"That's right! I believe in Little Martial Uncle. He will definitely come out! "The other disciples nodded.
"Me too. I will wait here until he comes out."
"Me too. He saved our lives. At most, we'll fight it out with this swamp and pay for it with our lives."
"Alright, then we'll stay! We'll wait here for a day. If Little Martial Uncle doesn't come back by then, we'll rush in! "
"Alright!" Everyone nodded and sat down on their swords. As they meditated to recover their Spirit Qi, they stared closely at the swamp below them. For a moment, they seemed to have forgotten that the entire mystic realm would close in three days.
***
Yi Qing felt his vision go black. His whole body sank downwards. He could not gather any Spirit Qi. It was as if he had been sucked dry. His body became heavier and heavier, as if something was squeezing him. He could faintly hear the sound of wind, and it was getting closer.
His heart tightened. He summoned all the Sword Qi in his body and subconsciously surrounded his body. With a series of crashing sounds, something bounced away from his body. That squeezing feeling disappeared.
His surroundings were still pitch-black. He could only use his divine perception to explore. Only then did he realize that he was sinking continuously. It was as if he was a bottomless pit. He could faintly see a large area of demonic Qi condensed into wind blades. They were making crashing sounds, as if forming a wall of wind blades, directly blocking the surrounding black swamp.
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