Five Elements Heaven

The arc of blue thorns made Ai Hui immediately regain his long-lost strength. He had been tempering and detoxifying in the thunder for a long time, and the thunder was too familiar to him. The moment the thunder and lightning released by the blue thorn enters the body, countless insights suddenly come, like a spring.

This wonderful world is extremely friendly to Thunder.

What's even more amazing is that Lei Lei and his ghost sword are extremely compatible. Maybe both of them are not within the Five Elements? Ai Hui hasn't figured out the mystery yet.

The Ghost Sword is also gradually undergoing significant changes. The original attributes of yin and yang have become more prominent and the boundaries are clear. The Yang Sword gradually turned pure white, and fine thunderbolts roamed around the sword body, making them appear to be dressed in silver threads and extremely dazzling. The Yin Sword gradually turned black, and the lightning on the sword seemed to be dyed black, as if countless shadows were wandering around, as if a layer of black mist had enveloped the sword.

Black Thunder?

Could it be Yin Lei? Ai Hui thought of what he had read in the cultivation books. It is said that Yang thunder is explosive and can destroy all evils, while Yin thunder is vicious, like gangrene attached to the bone.

When he read cultivation classics at that time, he just regarded them as stories about gods and monsters and reading materials. He never thought that one day he would use them. The Ancient Thunder Technique is extensive and profound, and it is a large category. Unfortunately, it has been lost long ago.

When the book is used, it will be less regretful. This sentence can probably be used at any time.

Thunder was affected by the ghost sword and became divided into yin and yang, which surprised Ai Hui.

This means that between Thunder and Ghost Sword, Ghost Sword occupies the dominant position. Thunder was almost the most powerful force in Ai Hui's impression, but now he found that the ghost sword he had cultivated could actually gain the upper hand.

It turns out that a swordsman who cultivates a ghost sword can dominate an area, it's not a rumor.

Ai Hui couldn't help but feel happy, but then he smiled bitterly, okay, let's get out of this hellish place first.

There was evil everywhere in this place, and he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. If he hadn't been careful enough, he would have died many times.

Ai Hui stopped.

In front of him was a vast swamp with no end in sight.

In the swamp, there is gray mud everywhere, and clusters of dark green meadows like steel needles are scattered here and there. A faint gray mist emerged from the mud and gradually gathered into clouds. The air flowed in the fog, vaguely like distorted and blurred human faces. Sobs and complaints floated out from the fog, making the swamp even more desolate and desolate.

When Ai Hui appeared at the edge of the swamp, all the faces in the fog floating on the swamp turned towards him.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Ai Hui felt that those faces were all smiling at him.

Come on...come on...

Hey...ah...

whee……

The high-pitched sound floated in the wind, like a steel wire piercing the eardrum. The sound is extremely uncomfortable, but it also has a strange magical power that makes people want to listen more carefully.

Even though Ai Hui was so bold, he couldn't help but shudder when faced with this situation. An inexplicable chill penetrated into his bones.

But for some reason, the eerie swamp in front of him attracted Ai Hui deeply. It was like a voice said in his heart, go in, go in quickly.

Ai Hui calmed down and took a few steps back, his eyes clear again.

In the Swamp of Human Faces, there is power that can influence people's minds.

Human Face Swamp was the name he had just given to this gray swamp. This was an extremely dangerous place.

Ai Hui decided to change the path and started moving along the edge of the Human Face Swamp. As soon as he moved, the faces in the fog floating on the swamp turned in unison, always staring at him.

Ai Hui pretended to turn a blind eye, but the hair on his back stood up involuntarily.

What I witnessed later confirmed the dangers of the swamp.

At that time, a cloud of algae chased a group of plants. As a result, the plants panicked and broke into the swamp. But the algae cloud that Ai Hui thought was almost invincible actually stopped at the edge of the swamp. Those plants that broke into the swamp were immediately surrounded by fog and human faces. The vivid and bright colors quickly faded from the plant branches, turning into a pale gray. The branches as hard as iron began to soften and melt, and large swaths of mud dripped down from the branches.

The gray mud and swamp merged into one, and all the fog dispersed.

The weird, high-pitched laughter enveloped the entire swamp again.

Ai Hui swallowed, his face pale, and he finally knew where the mud came from.

In the vast swamp, the gray-white mud has no end at a glance. How many plants are buried here?

He couldn't imagine it.

This is a swamp of human faces, this is a real swamp of death.

Ai Hui once again noticed a faint ray of consciousness cast down from the depths of the sky. It was paying attention to everything happening below. Ai Hui did not raise his head, as he was in no mood to care about that high-altitude existence.

He moved sideways along the swamp, trying to find a way around it. However, what he didn't expect was that the Swamp of Human Faces was wider than he expected. No matter where he went, the foggy faces would turn neatly and stare at him. At first, Ai Hui felt like a light on his back, but as time went by, he felt nothing at all.

Um?

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes shrank, and there were scattered traces on the ground not far ahead.

He remembered clearly that these were the traces left by the plants that had previously broken into the swamp when they fled for their lives. I clearly walked in one direction along the edge of the swamp, why did I come back?

Are swamps round?

Ai Hui shook his head, denying this speculation. His sense of direction was excellent and he could be sure that he was going straight.

There is weirdness.

Thin laughter came from the swamp, and all the faces in the fog looked at Ai Hui, as if they were laughing at his futility.

After listening to it too much, Ai Hui had long been indifferent to the laughter on Wu Tuan's face.

Is it an illusion?

what to do?

Taking a detour has been proven to be impossible. There are not many roads in front of Ai Hui. He can either go forward or retreat. Back off? He shook his head. The place where he woke up was deserted and empty, but now he encountered more and more things and became more and more lively.

He was heading towards the central area, although the path became more dangerous.

Opportunities are always hidden in dangers.

Ai Hui had a hunch that if he wanted to leave this strange place, the opportunity would be in a more dangerous and lively place ahead, rather than in the edge of desolation and nothingness.

Ai Hui decided to move on, which meant he had to cross the swamp.

It's a pity that it can't fly, otherwise it would be a good idea to fly high above the swamp. Not being able to fly has caused problems more than once. He already had a rough idea about flying, but unfortunately he didn't have the conditions to realize it yet.

Ai Hui decided to test the Human Face Swamp first.

A ghost sword surrounding him flew out suddenly, turned into a ray of silver light, and shot towards the face of the fog ball closest to Ai Hui.

The silver sword light suddenly disappeared into the mist face, effortlessly penetrated out, and drew an arc back to Ai Hui.

The human face in the constantly twisting mist suddenly solidified, and in the center of the human face, there was a little more silver light.

With a sizzling sound, countless tiny arcs of electricity exploded from the silver light, instantly covering the entire foggy face.

A shrill howl suddenly sounded, and the faces of the people in the fog shrouded by thunder were turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

Although Ai Hui didn't know what the mist face was, he always felt that it was something evil, so he chose the Yang Thunder Ghost Sword. Facts have proved that Yang Lei is fatal to Wu Tuan's face.

But there was no joy on Ai Hui's face. He stretched out his palm, and the Yang Lei Ghost Sword that flew out just now fell into his palm.

The Yang Lei on the sword body is much darker.

The number of ghost swords he now has has increased compared to before, reaching thirty-two. But after taking a look at the endless swamp, Ai Hui couldn't help but shake his head. Thirty-two ghost swords and sixteen Yang Lei ghost swords are absolutely unable to support oneself out of the swamp.

Relying on the Yang Thunder Ghost Sword alone was not feasible, so Ai Hui decided to try the Yin Thunder Ghost Sword.

The dark thunder ghost sword flashed in the air, as if cutting through the space, leaving a gap leading to the void. The Yin Thunder Ghost Sword also penetrated the face of the fog group effortlessly, but the result was completely different.

A small wisp of black air appeared on the face of the gray mist man. In the blink of an eye, the mist man's face was shrouded in black lines like a spider web.

The distorted face of the fog group became even more distorted, and a low and tearing roar came from the face of the fog group. At this time, the gray face of the fog group almost turned into black.

It suddenly pounced on a human face in a fog not far away.

Low and tearing roars were mixed with high-pitched and weird howls, as the black faces and the gray faces were eating each other crazily. The other faces in the gray fog suddenly turned around, and screams came one after another in the swamp. They swarmed up and surrounded the black faces. In the blink of an eye, the face of the black mist was eaten away.

The craziness of the scene made Ai Hui feel a little nervous.

The effect of the Yin Thunder Ghost Sword was not what he expected, but he was keenly aware that there might be something that could be exploited.

The Yin Thunder Ghost Sword that he had just accomplished fell back into his palm. Sure enough, the Yin Thunder on the sword was a little thinner.

It seemed impossible to directly break through with the power of the ghost sword. He had to come up with a feasible method.

Ai Hui also noticed a different detail from before.

Before, when he was hunting various plants, he would leave behind the essence. It is the essence of these plants that allows Ai Hui's Ghost Sword to grow to what it is today. However, two consecutive mist faces were wiped out, and they disappeared completely, leaving nothing behind.

Although it was unpleasant to have no trophies, Ai Hui didn't care too much at this moment. What caught his attention was the message behind it. Whether it was this swamp or the mist and the human faces, they were different from the strange plants he had encountered before. They were another kind of existence.

The algae cloud is much more powerful than ordinary plants, but it is no different from the target it hunts.

How to cross the swamp?

Ai Hui's eyes suddenly fell on the patches of grass scattered in the swamp, and his heart moved.

Why can these dark green meadows that look like a ball of steel needles survive in the swamp instead of turning into a ball of mud?

Could it be...there's something special about these seemingly ordinary meadows?

His heart moved, and a ghost sword surrounding him flew out.

The sword light flashed in the air and flew towards the meadow.

Seeing that the sword light was about to hit the meadow, a sudden change occurred!