"Jiang Feng, can you figure out what evil spirits are at work in this area?"
Leaving the old man's house, Lin Qingluo returned to the swamp and gazed at the barren mountains in deep thought.
"No problem."
Jiang Feng's fingertips gathered spiritual light, and he wrote a series of complicated and profound runes in the void again.
This time, the runes transformed into a black centipede and burrowed into the water, leaving no trace.
"It's here."
Suddenly, Jiang Feng's eyes darkened, and his gaze locked onto a spot in the swamp.
At the same time, a huge whirlpool appeared in the swamp, and the rolling mud rushed towards them in layers.
Lin Qingluo soared into the sky with Sword Control, and the Divine Sword of Jinghong automatically unsheathed and flew into her palm.
The two Immortal Envoys were on high alert, gathering their powerful divine power, ready to strike a fatal blow to the evil spirit at any time.
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"Roar."