Zhang Yi smiled bitterly as Miao Susu left, thinking that the women in this world were too terrible, especially those who turned from hatred because of love.

He can't afford to provoke.

Luo Dongchen looked serious and looked at Zhang Yi and said, "Sect Master, will the Miao family be involved?"

Zhang Yi didn't say anything, nodded, with a serious expression.

The meaning is self-evident.

"That's hard to deal with!"

Luo Dongchen's heart sank, and he said in a heavy voice: "The Miao family's status is important in ancient Xinjiang, and it can also command many large and small forces of the Miao family. Now we may encounter more troublesome obstacles when we attack the Corpse-Driving Sect."

"What fellow Daoist Luo said is reasonable. Should we make a long-term plan?"

Taoist Master Yunsong followed and agreed.

Everyone's expressions were a little uneasy, but they didn't say anything.

From the cultivation level that Miao Susu just showed, they realized that Miao Susu's martial arts had transcended the world and was also a powerful enemy.

Nie Zhou was a little unhappy. He endured the severe pain in his chest and said coldly: "What are you afraid of?

Our Emperor Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and are you still afraid of a small Miao family?”

Upon hearing this, several strong people felt that the words were reasonable.

This time they attacked the Corpse Pig Sect, and all the masters were released, so they would inevitably attack the Corpse Pig Sect.

It is impossible to give up because of the obstacles of the Miao family.

This will damage the majesty of the Emperor's Sect.

For thousands of years, the powerful emperors have been proud of their day, and this is an excellent opportunity.

Zhang Yi was in a heavy mood. He looked up at everyone and sighed, "I don't want you to fall into danger. You can make a decision."

"This..." Everyone was slightly stunned. You looked at me, and I looked at you, and no one spoke.

At this time, Nie Zhou snorted coldly: "Master, I am willing to follow you!"

"Subordinate, I'm willing to follow the sect leader!"

"Sect Master, come and make a decision!"

"Our Emperor Sect has been cowardly for thousands of years. This time, it should be for the world to see the majesty of our Emperor Sect!"

"That's right! I'm willing to follow the sect leader!"

In an instant, everyone respectfully clasped their fists, and their eyes were all gathered on Zhang Yi.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yi was quite moved.

He knew very well that he had gained the conviction of all the powerful men of the Emperor's Sect.

This is what the sect leader should be like.

By gaining recognition from disciples, it will be easier to lead the entire imperial sect.

Immediately afterwards, everyone sat down one after another, but they were not discouraged by Miao Susu's threat, but instead gave them a high fighting spirit.

They prepared quite well this time.

As early as when they entered the ancient Xinjiang territory, Zhang Yi had prepared dry food and water, all of which were military field food.

Time passes by minute by minute.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and everyone rested almost the same time and stood up to continue on the road.

After rushing for a long time, a swamp appeared in front of me.

The soil in the swamp is sparse, and it is easy for people to sink deeper when walking on it, and it is no longer difficult to get up.

Wu Pingzhi made a stop gesture, and pointed to the swamp in front and said, "The swamp in front is the death swamp, and it is also the natural barrier of the Corpse Control Sect."

Luo Dongchen narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "As far as I know, there was a martial arts sect who wanted to attack the Corpse-Driving Sect, and many disciples in the sect died in this swamp."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

In fact, if you look closely, you can see a lot of bones on the swamp.

These bones are only a small part, and some have fallen into the soil.

It is hard to imagine how many people this swamp has swallowed.

Taoist Master Yun Song bent down and picked up a wooden stick, and threw it into the swamp tentatively.

However, the next scene stunned everyone.

The wooden stick, the moment it touched the swamp, sank slowly and quickly submerged in the loose soil.

It is basically impossible to get involved in the swamp.

"Do we want to bypass this swamp?"

One of the strong men suggested.

Zhang Yi shook his head when he heard this and said in a deep voice: "It takes a lot of time to bypass the swamp, and it's too late for us to go."

Within two days, they need to meet with other powerful people from the Emperor's Sect in the Corpse Control Sect.

If time is too late, you may be caught by the corpse sect.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became a little gloomy and they didn't know what to do for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Nie Zhou turned around and came to Wu Pingzhi, and couldn't help asking: "Senior Wu, you have lived in Gujiang for many years, so I guess you have a way to deal with the swamp, right?"

"Of course there is a way."

Wu Pingzhi smiled mysteriously, and he turned around and came to the woods behind him.

What does he want to do?

Everyone was puzzled.

Wu Pingzhi found a few wooden roots, then found a vine to tie the wooden sticks under his feet.

Seeing this, Master Yun Song frowned and said, "Even the swamp can't bear the wood root, is it useful for you to do this?"

"Of course it's useful!"

Zhang Yi quickly woke up and quickly asked everyone to do this method.

Although everyone was a little confused, they rushed into the woods and found some wooden sticks to tie them under their feet.

In fact, this approach is similar to skiing.

As long as they use their light skills and cooperate with the buoyancy of the wooden stick, they can float safely on the swamp.

Crazy--However, just as they were about to take action, the sky was covered with dark clouds and drizzling drizzle drifted down.

The weather in ancient Xinjiang has changed rapidly.

"Everyone, we have to go there quickly."

Wu Pingzhi glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "As long as the rain is, the less buoyancy in the swamp will be!"

After hearing this, Zhang Yi no longer hesitated, but took the lead in stepping into the swamp.

Whoosh-his figure was extremely fast, floating steadily on the swamp, and soon flew to the opposite side of the swamp.

It's okay! Seeing this scene, everyone jumped and floated to the opposite side safely.

Fortunately, they were still in danger.

Zhang Yi and his friends untied the wooden roots tied under their feet and were about to continue their journey, when several sounds of wind broke out suddenly came from the woods ahead.

Someone! Everyone was nervous and they were already ready.

However, at this moment, the rain in the sky stopped and a faint mist rose in the woods.

Wu Pingzhi's expression changed and reminded: "Be careful, this is not ordinary water mist, but water mist and miasma gather together."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was even more afraid to relax their vigilance.

But soon, the miasma ahead came overwhelmed and instantly submerged them.

As the miasma surged, their sight was also hindered.

Zhang Yi shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go, we must leave the miasma!"

They knew very well that these miasma might be artificial.

Staying in the miasma, they will become more passive! Under Zhang Yi's leadership, they suddenly accelerated their pace and rushed forward quickly.

Because of the miasma, they dare not separate from each other too far to avoid falling behind.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi suddenly stopped, and he stretched out his right hand and signaled to stop.

"Brother Yi, why should I stop?"

Bazhu asked in confusion.

Everyone looked at Zhang Yi in confusion, and at the same time they were also alert to the surroundings.

From the battle just now, they have developed a habit, even calling it tacit understanding.
Chapter completed!