Chapter 1978 Crocodile
"It's a kind of crocodile that looks like a crocodile. They are very powerful and have almost no natural enemies in the swamp." Ye Feixuan replied.
At this moment, one of the cultivators suddenly moved. He stepped on the water and flew towards a strange-looking grass.
Seeing that he picked the grass, he planned to return along the road.
But at this moment, a huge mouth suddenly protruded from the swamp, at an extremely fast speed, almost swallowing the cultivator directly, and there was no possibility of escaping.
"ah…"
The screams of the cultivator before he died reminded any cultivator on the swamp that he must not act rashly.
Looking at this scene, Ye Feiran and the others changed their expressions. This swamp of death was more dangerous than they imagined.
At the same time, this huge mouth did not immediately go back to the swamp, and began to chew.
Listening to the sound of chewing, everyone's expressions changed again, and they dared not act rashly anymore.
"That's the crocodile." Ye Feixuan said.
Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, this crocodile indeed looks similar to a crocodile.
Immediately afterwards, her attention fell on the baby growing on the swamp.
Obviously, medicinal materials are one of the "specialties" of the swamp, and most of them are of a certain age.
For example, the Guixiu who was eaten by the crocodile picked a kind of medicinal material called Frozen Cloud Grass.
Frozen Cloud Grass, as its name suggests, has a rhizome that looks like a popsicle and leaves that look like clouds.
In addition to the ice cloud grass, there are also huge piranhas, blood orchids, moonlight grass, etc.
Li Luo noticed Ye Feiran's concern and couldn't help but said, "The Death Swamp is the largest of the three dangerous places in the Netherworld. It is said that there are thousands of precious medicinal materials and rare fruits growing in it, but Because of the strength of the crocodile beast, the gains for the cultivators are not great."
At the end, Li Luo's tone was regrettable.
If he finds a way to deal with the crocodiles and collects the treasures of the Death Swamp, his sect can definitely become the number one sect in the Netherworld.
Ye Feiran rolled his eyes, then looked around, and said, "The treasures around here are already being watched by cultivators, why don't we go to the depths of the swamp! Since there are so many treasures here, there is no need to talk to other cultivators. snatch.
Of course, if you encounter ghost fruit, moonlight grass, blood orchid, grab it if you can. "
Hearing what Ye Feiran said, everyone nodded in agreement, "Okay!"
So, a group of people walked to the depths of the swamp.
Time passed, and the sky gradually darkened.
Suddenly, a gust of wind whizzed past, blowing away the miasma surrounding the swamp, but the surrounding atmosphere obviously became weird, because a particularly scary sound was heard from time to time.
"Is this the voice of a ghost?" Hao Zicun couldn't help asking.
"No, it's the sound of a bird that lives in the swamp of death." Li Luo replied.
"Bird chirping?"
Hao Zicun had a look of disbelief, and even took a special look around.
"What kind of bird is this? It's even scarier than the crow's cry."
Li Luo shook his head, "I don't know, very few practitioners have seen its true face."
Murong Lingji raised his eyes and looked around, and suggested to speak out, "There are no other practitioners here, let's take a walk around the area separately, and then come back here to camp."
"OK!"
Murong Lingji is naturally with Ye Han, Ye Murin and Ye Feiran, and Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing are with Li Luo and Ye Feixuan.
Ye Feiran took Ye Murin's hand, couldn't help laughing, "Murin, do you have a feeling of quiet time?"
Hearing the words, Ye Mulin couldn't help laughing, "Ignoring the movement under the swamp, there is indeed a feeling of quiet time."
After all, the hazy moonlight shone through the veil-like clouds, directly painting the entire Death Swamp with a soft glow.
In short, the night here is really good.
Walking along, Ye Feiran noticed a silver-white grass in the swamp water.
"Mu Lin, what is that?"
Ye Mulin followed Ye Feiran's line of sight and looked over.
I saw a silvery-white grass that was condensed like the moonlight in the sky. Under the moonlight, it was shining with precious light, like a perfect work of art.
Ye Murin didn't say a word, Ye Feiran couldn't help guessing, "Is this moonlight grass?"
(end of this chapter)
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