According to the information I found out, most of them did not return to their original camp after following the third young master back to their devil clan, but instead joined the former Demon Lord, the father of the third young master. It is not difficult to understand that they followed the third young master in the human world for thousands of years. Even if they returned to their former camp, it would be extremely difficult to gain the trust of their former master. Now they can only go all the way to the dark, and that person is most likely to hide in it.

The seven great guardians did a good job and were not killed by the Demon Lord, so of course it was impossible to give him a fief.

After all, there are still a small team under his command, and they need a large enough place to live. The Demon Lord had no choice but to retreat to the wild area, camp in the depths of the swamp, and avoid the current chaos.

"Where are the wild swamps you mentioned?" Wang Hao interrupted halfway through

Rakshasa has always lacked a good impression of the fat man, and he was forced to deal with it due to his father's solemn instructions. He naturally had no good face. He snorted and continued: "The wilderness is in the south of the mainland, with an uninhabited life. The living environment is extremely harsh. It's nothing to lack resources. There are also ferocious beasts often appear. The Demon Lord chose where to rest and recuperate. He probably wanted to use this as a barrier, and to attack when advancing and defend when retreating."

Wang Hao said shamelessly: "What's the harsh living environment? Unless you are banned, you are not afraid of the harsh environment. As for the ferocious beasts, they are good things. They can't find them in normal times. I haven't heard anyone afraid of them."

If it were in the human world, this was true. If a ferocious beast came out somewhere, in less than a few days, the Xuanmen crowded in a crowd, and there was nothing to say. Zhizhi was in the demon world now.

Even though Rakshasa was well-educated, no matter how much he wanted to accommodate the fat man, he rolled his eyes: "Look, I forgot, you are very capable, how could you be afraid of any ferocious beasts as if I had never said anything, okay?"

It is clear that there is still a land, and Wang Hao couldn't help but blush. As an alchemist, he is more or less an expert in beast control. Naturally, he knows that strange beasts are a big family, from similar to rabbits to leading the ancient beasts in the wilderness.

Legend has it that when the world has not opened, the master of chaos is an evil dragon. If it hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, there would be no current world. One day when he awakens, the universe will return to chaos again. The tiny humans can only survive when it is napping, which naturally includes immortals cultivated by humans.

Legend is a legend after all, but it really exists in the prehistoric era. In an era where humans and gods live together, the master is still a ferocious beast. With the ability of fat people, if you encounter a living wand instead of relying on the soul of the star sand, you have nothing else to think about except escaping.

Well, when it comes to Jane who is too proud of him, even an adult fire dragon, Wang Hao is helpless, but he is still too proud of him. Even if it is a young fire dragon, he dare not act rashly.

Although the power of the cultivator is amazing, he still cannot compete with the ferocious beasts. Just as ordinary people cannot defeat rhinos with brute force. When encountering monsters like 黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑

Although Chen Xuan is impulsive, he is not an idiot

"Let's go to find Chen Xuan?" Wang Hao patted his butt and stood up from his seat.

"You should save money, I will find Chen Xuan. If there is chaos today, the snobbery of the sky cannot be kept for a long time. You either go to my house to avoid the limelight for the time being, or rush to the wilderness." In addition to explaining the difficult-to-earth information, Rakshasa has nothing to say to the fat man.

She refused to look for Chen Xuandi. Even if she found her, she could not stop Chen Xuan from doing anything. She still had to risk her life. At this moment, Chen Xuan was afraid that she had already had her eyes red. Her bloodshot eyes made her shudder.

Instead of doing meaningless things, it is better to keep an eye on Xiaoyixian and the fat man and lead them to the wilderness. In addition, send a close friend to inform Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan would come here obediently when he learned about the person's land.

With the cover of a large number of cultivators, the three of them blatantly walked on their swords. In less than five days, they arrived at the doomsday town on the wild border. This was the last stop to enter the swamp. After passing here, the boundless uninhabited area

Wang Hao decided to make the final supply here, of course, mainly to buy wine. As for food, he never worried about starving. The vast swamp may be a forbidden zone for people, but it breeds endless life. With his ability, he does not worry about not being able to find food. His behavior repeatedly explains the unchanging truth to Zhuo Yue.

The doomsday town is filled with thick fog. The smell of corruption is not pungent, but it makes people feel tight. The humidity of the air is amazing. If you stay here for a long time, living people will rot.

People living on the edge of the swamp even have a very similar personality to this swamp. They are neither cold nor hot, making people unable to see or understand. When dealing with visitors from outside, they are mostly indifferent. They know that ninety percent of those who dare to break into the swamp are cultivators. These people either die in the wild swamp or leave in a hurry. Too many expressions are completely wasteful.

Due to the blockage of thick fog, the vision of the cultivator can only be seen within five meters in a vague way. According to local people, these fogs have never dissipated since ancient times and are highly poisonous. Inhaling a little bit by outsiders is enough to be fatal. Even cultivators are unable to be immune to the epidemic.

Strangely, the locals were not affected. When asked about the detailed reason, everyone was secretive. This was the means of survival. It was a lucky thing to be able to occupy a piece of land alone. Moreover, although the swamp is dangerous, it contains countless rare alien weeds. Obviously, they do not want outsiders to get involved in the wealth that originally belonged to them.

The fog is the first barrier to break into the wilderness. True energy is powerless to erode poisonous fog. After all, people need to breathe. Even if a cultivator can hold his breath for a long time, it is relatively speaking. At most, it is only a matter of time. If he is not poisoned for a long time, he will be suffocated to death.

What's more, when vision is blocked, searching for swamps will be a huge project, and the difficulty is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

By the way, the fat man asked how big the swamp was. The answer he got was that no one knew. Unless he found a solution, everyone could only stop there.

Rakshasa originally wanted to think of a solution in the local natives, but Zhuo Yue stopped it. With their knowledge, it was impossible to find a way to detoxify. It was likely that his ancestors were invaded by the fog of the swamp. The toxins slowly precipitated in the body and continued to reproduce and form antibodies in their bodies. I believe that living creatures in the deep swamps are not afraid of fog.

In addition, Zhuo Yue has another major one. It is close to the height of the ground, and the poisonous fog is relatively thin. At a height of more than three meters, the poisonous fog is dense and imaginative. That is to say, driving a sword in a wild swamp is equivalent to seeking death. Of course, if someone can perform low-altitude flights at a height less than three meters from the ground, it is a different matter.

"What do you think?" Zhuo Yue deliberately kept it a secret

"It looks like the rotten miasma of plants but it is not. It is formed by a mixture of many substances. The fatal toxin is the breath of an animal." Wang Hao twitched his nose vigorously, and after a moment, he gave a correct solution.

"Did you think of restraint and let go?" Zhuo Yue asked afterwards

Wang Hao shook his head and then fell into deep thought

He considered the origin of the toxins compared to controlling the poisonous fog. What kind of monsters are hidden in the depths of the swamp and it makes people expect fat people to think about it. This is a good hunter's expectation for prey

There are only two possibilities that can form a large area of ​​poisonous fog. The first possibility is that a population that can produce toxins is in the depths of the swamp. They breathe day and night, and accumulate over time, and finally form the scale of today. Fat people are looking forward to the second possibility. The toxin manufacturer is a behemoth. If the second possibility can be determined, the identity of the monster is about to emerge.

A mere miasma cannot stump the little medical immortal, it cannot stump the alchemist, the little medical immortal will not think that it has stumped the fat man, waiting for a surprise when he is not talking, but Rakshasa cannot understand the tacit understanding between the two. In her opinion, the wild swamp has existed in the demon world for thousands of years, largely due to this poisonous fog

It is not that the demon world lacks talents. It is not that the cultivators rely on special means to break into the poisonous fog. The Demon Lord led his troops to station in, but it is absolutely impossible to break the thick fog. Moreover, it is impossible to crack it in the short term with the ability of the fat man.

"It's the black turtle," Wang Hao breathed and continued: "The black turtle's breath contains highly toxic, but it cannot form poisonous fog. It is the miasma of the swamp that locks its breath. Gradually, the toxins of the black turtle and the miasma of the swamp merge into one, forming a barrier now."

Xiao Yixian also agreed with this inference, but soon asked: "The toxins of the black turtle are very strong. Not to mention animals, plants and trees will die if they are contaminated with them. If there is really a black turtle hidden here, and its toxins are mixed in the poisonous fog, this place should be a dead place, and it is definitely not as vibrant as it is now. And how do you explain that the natives here are not afraid of poisonous fog? A small amount of toxins can cause organisms to produce antibodies, but even a small amount of black turtle toxins is unbearable to humans."

"This is not difficult to explain that if a organism wants to form antibodies to toxins, it must have two factors. The first is continuous trace amount. Toxins must be kept within the range that the organism can withstand. Only then can the organism form antibodies under the conditions of survival. The second is a long time. The trace precipitation takes a long time. The formation of antibodies also takes time. Although the breath of the black turtle is extremely poisonous, it is not large. It is mixed in miasma, and the concentration is very small. In addition, the miasma is very thin at the height close to the ground. At first, there are very few toxins that occupy plants and trees. The concentration is acceptable to plants and trees. This meets the conditions for continuous trace amounts. It is easy to understand in terms of time. From the first breath of the black turtle to the formation of its current scale, it will take at least three thousand years. I guess,

The arrival of the turtle even before the formation of the swamp, at that time, there were many tall trees in the wilderness, and of course there were miasma. Later, the toxins gradually penetrated into the miasma. Any trees withered before they could adapt to it. All the remaining ones were low shrubs and various weeds. In addition, the wilderness was very low on the terrain and the rain could not be discharged. So the first thing to adapt to was plants, and then it was the insects that ate plants, and then to the cold-blooded animals that ate insects. The end of the food chain was the natives here. They had the lowest ability to bear toxins, but they were the last to bear toxins, so they barely produced antibodies. "It sounded not complicated, but it was inferred by a person who had not graduated from elementary school, which was amazing.

When Rakshasa heard him blowing so hard that he believed it a little, but could not bear his complacent. Did he take the lead? "It was just like seeing it with your own eyes. When this swamp was formed, there was no you."

Not to mention that the fat man and Rakshasa's father were not born, knowing some details, I am afraid that only the first few elders who came to the Demon Realm have ascended to the sky, and have died, and have gone all the way.

"It is not necessary to see it with your own eyes to make a conclusion. All things develop according to certain rules. If you master the rules, you can extend the past and the future." At the end, Wang Hao added earnestly: "We must respect science, science is the primary productive force."

If Xingyu hears these words, he can tear off his old background on the spot. "It's still scientific. Some people haven't even graduated from elementary school." Xiao Nizi must laugh out loud.

It’s good to make trouble less. No matter how Wang Hao blew, no one would disturb the situation. In addition to occasionally raising exploratory questions, Xiao Yixian often supports him.

"There is no point in quarrels. It is not difficult to judge whether Wang Hao's inference is true. If there are any remains of big trees in the swamp, it can prove that the inference is correct, otherwise it is nonsense."

"Scientific inferences are also affected by many uncertain factors, and sometimes when it goes wrong, it is not the same concept as nonsense." Wang Hao argued with verbal words and judgingly

"Do you really think of yourself as a scholar? You can also infer that scientifically, you might as well have higher requirements for you. If you are wrong, you will be nonsense." Xiao Yixian dismissed the appeal unbiasedly, which gave Rakshasa a little balance and at the same time gave her a little bit of good feelings.

You know, the demon clan and Xuanmen are in a state of water and fire. When they retreat, they fell into a siege and lost hope of survival. Later, although the local man was not Wang Hao, he was a subordinate sent by Wang Hao, which was similar to taking action personally.

Chen Xuan almost killed her twice, but Xiao Yixian saved her in the thatched cottage.

Along the way, Wang Hao and she simply used each other, seemingly not careful on the surface, but in fact they were all the mechanisms. She had not thought about escaping halfway, but found that she was being restrained everywhere. Wang Hao was not careful, but she was just sure that she did not dare to escape, or that escaping was not in the interests. Moreover, the transaction was originally proposed by Wang Hao. Who else could she blame if she didn't resent Wang Hao?

Chen Xuan, never treated her as a human

Except for Xiaoyixian, she gets along with her from a friend's perspective, just like now

The inference was quickly confirmed. According to the indigenous people who often touched the swamp to make a living, in the swamp, giant trees that were thickly held by several people could be seen everywhere, and were rotten. It was precisely because of these giant trees that it was possible to enter the swamp. As we all know, the deadliest thing in the swamp is the quagmire. If you accidentally fall into it, you will definitely die. There are those huge rotten trees. Although it is difficult to travel, it is much safer.

The fat face raised a smug smile: "Brother, are those woods moved in from outside for the convenience of walking?"

Of course, it is not the conclusion. Only fools do such boring things. The person who asked this question was bored. Rakshasa gave him a blank look and argued: "Even if there are giant rotten wood in the swamp, it can only prove that the wilderness was a forest before, which does not mean that there are the black turtles you mentioned, as well as toxin precipitation, etc., all of them are nonsense."

Zhuo Yue shook her head: "When it comes to inferences involving the strange beasts, Wang Hao may make a small mistake."

Maybe it was because of the face of two beauties, or maybe it was because the topic of swamps that raised the interest of the natives, and he actually started to talk.

"It's weird in the swamp. The grass is black, and the water is black. You can't drink it. If you drink it, you will die. The fish in the water are black. If you break it, even the fish bones inside are black." It's relatively speaking, the indigenous people living on the edge of the swamp can eat it. This is a kind reminder.

For alchemists, there is only one thing that cannot be eaten, which is something that is not delicious. In their spare time, Wang Hao took the opportunity to refine three detoxification pills. At this moment, he asked with his eyes shining: "What kind of fish is that?"

"There is a knife fish in the swamp, with a long slap, two fingers wide, and the scales on the body are very thin, and they look like a knife. We all call it a knife fish." Another indigenous person interrupted in curiously.

"Is this kind of fish only available in the swamp?" Wang Hao suddenly felt that their description was very familiar. This kind of fish looks also in Jinghu, my hometown. There are always many old men fishing on weekends. If you are lucky, it will be no problem to catch two or three pounds.

"Oh, there are also many knife fish outside the swamp, but the fish outside are as shiny as silver, while the fish inside the swamp are as black as charcoal, and the scales are also very thick. Are you evil?

Wicked, that's the iron proof of toxin precipitation. The scales become thicker and are mutated. The strange beasts become strange beasts. You can't eat mutated things. If you eat too much, maybe even people will mutate. Wang Hao raised his head and saw Zhuo Yue's annoying smile. She must have seen through the fat man's thoughts and suppressed them so that he didn't laugh out loud on the spot.

"No matter what, my guess is correct," Wang Hao still said stubbornly

"No doubt, but no matter how reasonable your guess is, you can see it as a knowledge." Xiao Yixian solemnly reminded that instead of respecting science, it is better to respect the facts. Too much believe that anything is a superstition, including science, etc.

"All right, if there is really a black turtle hidden inside, it's too late to hide. I'm less than 30 years old, and I'll die if I die." Several black lines quietly appeared on the cheeks of the two beauties, seriously destroying the beauty, but the fat man was not aware of it. He suddenly remembered that among the materials needed to refine the Tribulation Pill, in addition to the existing Qilin blood and Fengyu, there are black turtle armor in the other five materials.

Shaking his head vigorously and throwing absurd thoughts aside. That kind of pill is really tempting, but even if it is just missing the last material, the fat man will not have any fantasy that every piece of material is hard to come by and can make people wait for tens of thousands of years, and it is not easy to deal with the black turtle. I won’t say it anymore. The fat man would rather fight a real selves alone, which is more practical.
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