This swamp is more than a thousand miles away, and is filled with miasma. The naked eye is limited, and even the mental power is greatly affected.

Lin Xue nodded. After arriving at the border of Qingzhou, she felt an inexplicable call.

Zi Chen was very confused. The last time he came here, he visited almost all parts of Qingzhou and killed many Yin spirits, but he had no impression of this place.

Moreover, in this miasma, he clearly felt some cold breath, indicating that there were Yin spirits hiding here.

"Why haven't I been to such a place last time?"

Zi Chen was very puzzled.

As Zi Chen's figure rose into the sky, the Qianli Swamp in his field of vision disappeared, including the countless miasmas.

Only by going below can you see all this clearly.

Is it a self-contained group?

Zi Chen decided to go into the swamp to explore. To be careful, he called Hand out.

"Master, there is a very strange smell here." Hand said.

It's the aura of Yin spirits. Hande has stayed in Jiuli Prefecture all year round, so he obviously doesn't know this aura.

Two people and one beast walked towards the depths of the swamp.

The further in, the denser the fog becomes, and the visible range becomes smaller and smaller.

In the end, the visual range was only twenty meters, and the perception of mental power was less than a hundred meters.

The miasma around him began to billow, and the cold atmosphere intensified.

A cold light flashed in Zi Chen's eyes, and a bolt of thunder flew around, dispelling part of the miasma, and several shrill screams were heard.

The dissipated miasma quickly filled the surrounding area.

Zi Chen frowned slightly, then stamped his feet suddenly.

The thunder light extended out from under the feet, extending towards the periphery like a spider web. When the light of the holy thunder passed by, all the miasma disappeared in an instant.

In the dissipating miasma, Yin spirits appeared one by one. After they encountered the lightning, their bodies were instantly submerged by the lightning, and their bodies dissipated the next moment.

A hundred feet in radius, the sky and the earth are clear and bright.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zi Chen's mouth, "It's interesting. It seems that I have arrived at the lair of the Yin Spirit."

The number of Yin spirits here exceeded Zi Chen's expectations.

Perhaps, this is the base camp of Yin Ling, but I didn't find it last time.

"Han De, you may encounter strong enemies later, remember to protect Xue'er."

Zi Chen had a sheathed long sword in his hand, it was a Taoist soldier from Fusang Mountain.

Hande came to Lin Xue's side.

The surrounding miasma that was wiped out by the thunder quickly gathered again, and in just a few breaths, it returned to its original state.

"A Yin spirit that can control miasma? Interesting."

Zi Chen drew his sword and slashed, and the arc of light went straight forward.

The miasma dissipated again, and there was a man standing a hundred feet in front of him. He just stretched out a finger and blocked the arc of the sword.

"The Yin Spirit of Tianquan Realm!"

Zi Chen's pupils shrank.

"Roar!"
Chapter completed!