Chapter 163 Swamp

Naturally, Su Qingwu would not come into contact with such elixirs and forbidden techniques.

As they are both subordinate forces, they often fight with each other.

In the past, on the eve of the demise of the Lin family of Qikong Island, an internal conflict broke out among the forces that were originally affiliated with them.

Most of them defected to the Mo family and turned against their former companions.

Later, the Lin family was destroyed, and the few forces that firmly followed the Lin family perished along with them.

As for those who defected to the Mo family during the battle, although they were able to survive, they were often suppressed.

Over the years, the overall strength of the corresponding forces has become increasingly weak.

As the elite of the clan declined, they gradually became a second-rate group and were completely abandoned by the Mo family.

All the clan's collections were looted, and the family lineage was cut off...

Inside the tavern, when the monks mentioned this matter, their words were filled with sighs.

How could the new master be tolerant of a force that could easily betray the old master?

This outcome was expected.

When Su Qingwu heard the news, he had another thought in his mind.

It was obvious that the Mo family had offended more than one force. Even though they had all been destroyed on the surface, no one knew what was happening behind the scenes.

To summarize what has happened to this clan in recent days, first, the disciples died one after another while going out, dying in various "accidents"; then, a large area of ​​spiritual plants planted in the spiritual fields under their jurisdiction withered.

Then, two Yuan infants led hundreds of tribesmen out to sea to fish, but they were all wiped out; finally, the young leader of the tribe went crazy and hacked to death and injured many tribesmen...

All these things happened within half a month.

If we say that there was no human intervention and it was all just an accident, then this clan can indeed be said to be blessed with bad luck.

Su Qingwu naturally had no intention of getting involved in the struggle between local forces.

After going to the swamp, as long as she finds a high-year spiritual plant, she will leave the Daylight Island immediately.

As the sun set, the wine tasting ended and she got up and left the tavern.

Walking out of the market town, his figure instantly flew into the air.

Looking around, the coast of the island was all dyed with a layer of orange-red glow.

Su Qingwu admired it for a while, then released his spiritual consciousness, flew for about a hundred breaths, and found the swamp.

This place is shrouded in miasma all year round. If you want to enter, you must either always put up a layer of defense around your body or just hold your breath.

The miasma is poisonous and once a mortal inhales it, there is basically no cure.

The situation is slightly better for monks, but if they inhale too much, they will also experience hallucinations because of the toxic effect. Once they fall into hallucinations, they will never be able to escape unless someone helps them detoxify.

This is one of the reasons why swamps are dangerous.

Su Qingwu cast a spell to add a layer of defense for himself, then flew slowly at a low altitude, keeping his consciousness outward, searching for the spiritual plant.

The ground below was muddy and muddy.

After the defenses were put up, only the miasma was isolated outside, so one could still smell a special scent in the air that was a mixture of soil, rotten wood, decayed leaves and algae.

The sounds of frogs and insects can be heard from time to time.

The miasma seemed to have no effect on these creatures.

There are many monsters here, and for cultivators, they are the second source of danger.

While flying, Su Qingwu saw with his own eyes a late-stage second-level red-spotted tiger chasing and killing a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

The latter had wounds all over his body, but his eyes were extremely ferocious. On a round wooden plaque hanging around his waist were engraved the words "Mo Family of Zhukong Island".

Its identity is self-evident.

Su Qingwu had no intention of having anything to do with this force and did not try to help.

Just as she was about to fly away from the corresponding area, she suddenly noticed an abnormal fluctuation of spiritual power around her.

She immediately slowed down her escape speed.

The next moment, a red light flashed in the distance and shot towards the Mo family's foundation with a whoosh.

The latter was trying his best to avoid the red-spotted tiger's attack and was caught off guard by this sudden attack.

In a hurry, he put up his defense, but under the attack of the red light, it was torn apart like paper, and a bloody hole immediately appeared between his eyebrows.

Almost at the same moment, the tiger swooped over, its sharp teeth bared, and bit down on his head...

The sound of bones breaking and chewing suddenly reached Su Qingwu's ears.

She watched with her divine sense and eventually discovered the person hiding in the darkness.

In the middle stage of foundation building, she was wearing a grey dress with narrow sleeves and a hat that could block spiritual detection, so her face could not be seen clearly.

She just glanced at it, then looked away and continued to fly away to look for high-level spiritual plants.

After Su Qingwu left, the woman in the gray skirt finally relaxed her tense mind.

Facing the existence of Yuanying, especially when the other party has discovered her, if she really wants to take action, not only will she have no chance of winning, but even escaping will become a luxury.

Fortunately, this senior was just passing by and had no intention of interfering in the matter.

Thinking of this, the woman in gray skirt looked towards the place where Mo Zhuji died, with deep hatred in her eyes.

Master's plan is going smoothly so far.

As long as this continues, sooner or later, the Mo family will disappear from the Dayu Island.

Thinking of this, the woman in the gray skirt formed a spell with one hand, pointed a finger at her forehead, and her figure instantly disappeared from the spot...

On the other side, Su Qingwu flew all the way and found several decayed corpses along the way.

Judging from the clothes he wears, nine out of ten times he is a casual practitioner.

There were many marks of swords and knives on the corpse, as if the two had fallen into a hallucination and died from the fight.

The danger of the swamp can be seen from this.

As you continue forward, you will occasionally see body parts that have been gnawed by monsters.

Some have turned to dry bones, while others still retain their blood.

There are traps everywhere in the swamp. If you can't fly away, you will be unable to move forward here.

About a cup of tea later, Su Qingwu made a discovery.

On a high ground ahead, some extremely low-year-old purple Yuan Ling ginseng appeared.

If you look closely, you can see that the surrounding soil is full of pits and there are obvious signs of movement, but it is not caused recently.

At this moment, she remembered the voice of the spiritual plant that she had heard at that time.

If those thirty purple Yuan Ling ginsengs were grown in such an environment, then compared with other places in the outside world, it really cannot be said to be good.

Saying that this place is worth remembering is probably because, like humans, we have a sense of homeland.

Su Qingwu stopped nearby and observed with his spiritual sense for a long time, but did not find any high-level spiritual plants.

However, she did not give up. Instead, she made hand gestures and performed the most basic soil-turning technique. Her spiritual power covered an area of ​​a hundred feet and moved to the surrounding areas from time to time.

Over the past long time, no high-level spiritual plants have been found, but instead many skeletons have appeared...

These skeletons all have one thing in common: they are very old.

Su Qingwu looked at the situation in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then cast the spell again to bury the countless bones.

At this time, she had already vaguely understood that before the swamp was formed here, it was probably a mass burial ground.

In order to verify her guess and to continue searching for possible high-level spiritual plants buried in the soil, she made a spell with both hands, performed the earth escape technique, and escaped directly into the ground.

The further down you go, the more bones you find.

This high ground in the swamp can be said to be a mountain of corpses.

In the market town, the monks who were discussing the matter did not mention when the Lin family and some of its affiliated forces were destroyed.

Su Qingwu couldn't help but make some guesses.

Is the emergence of swamps a natural or man-made formation?

If the God of Transformation takes action, it is entirely possible to change the topography of the island.

If everything is really as she thought, then the swampland today might be the former Lin clan land...