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In this place, there were no waves in the sea, no traces of grasslands, only silent and silent swamps.

Knowing that this place was a swamp, Fan Mu did not dare to act rashly. If he were to fall into it carelessly, it would be like falling into a deep abyss. More importantly, no one would come to his rescue.

Carefully observing the road conditions, Fan Mu channeled his wood elemental energy to produce a dragon spear, and he started walking towards the depths of the forest. It was quite strange that the marsh was so low that it could be ignored.

"I guess that's it." Fan Mu held the dragon spear and poked it a few times into the ground. The spear sunk into the quagmire without any resistance.

"But where can we find this gold-edged rosmart?" Fan Mu couldn't help but laugh. Even at their destination, a spirit grass was still a spirit grass, so how could it be so easy to find it? Looking out over the swamp, it was actually a green grassland.

Carefully searching through his memory for any information regarding the Golden Edge Rosary Fragrance, this rosary had a serene fragrance, and the Phoneid Worm loved to linger around it, sucking in its nectar, but they didn't know that the phallic insect's belly would emit light. This provided a shortcut for him to search for the spirit plants, and Fan Mu smiled as he looked at the slightly overflowing yellow light in the middle of the swamp.

"It didn't take much effort to get there." Fan Mu jumped up and stood on top of a tall tree beside him, searching for traces of the spirit grasses surrounding the Light Rhythm Worm. Unfortunately, he couldn't find anything after looking for a long time. That shouldn't be the case, it should be around here, but why haven't I seen anything similar to the Golden Striped Red Flower? " Scratching his head, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"It can't be, I just heard that this gold-fringed rosmarsh could grow better in the marsh gas, but that doesn't follow logic. But if that's the case, then the sparse marsh gas in this forest can be explained," Seeing the mud ball sticking out above the green duckweed, Fan Mu thoughtfully said.

Fan Mu quickly calculated the distance to the center area and meticulously designed a set of floral collection. He looked at the green dragon tattoo on his hand, secretly excited. This was his first mission after he unlocked the lock.

Fan Mu showed his manhood in this dangerous situation. The woods were quite magical, and rarely were there any large trees in the swamp. However, the trees here were as tall as the stars and as tall as the clouds.

Putting aside the fact that it was not easy to approach the center of the swamp, walking normally here required walking on thin ice. Seeing that he was in a dilemma, Fan Mu took a deep breath, and started chanting a strange incantation, overflowing with wood elemental energy.

Following the change in Fan Mu's hand gesture, the tree started to grow crazily. Fan Mu pressed his hands down and focused all of his power on the tree trunk. The tree trunk was like a rope that could be extended under Fan Mu's meticulous control, accurately extending toward the mud ball. In the blink of an eye, he was sent to the top of the task item.

"Freeze!" Fan Mu put his hands together and shouted, and the tree trunk quietly fixed itself in place.

"I didn't expect that it would work," Fan Mu said to himself. He thought that the Psionic Birth Technique could only allow small trees and flowers to grow faster, but he didn't expect that it could also concentrate power and control the position and direction of the students. As expected, it was a practical experience, and the book was just a foundation to guide you in how to do it.

"Okay, okay, keep a low profile. The next thing to do is to witness a miracle." Saying that, he picked up the dragon spear at his feet and gently poked at the mud ball a few times, afraid that he would destroy the spirit grass inside.

"Magnetism!" The ball of mud was like a broken balloon, from which a colorless and tasteless gas kept gushing out. Fan Mu was not surprised, since he had already foreseen this step since he felt the spirit grass to be inside. Moreover, the gas was non-toxic, so it shouldn't be a big deal if he didn't take too much, but what happened next taught him a lesson.

"This is?" "Oh no, I forgot such an important thing, damn it!" Looking at the dark golden heads constantly popping out of the swamp, Fan Mu turned pale with fright, he had once heard that all places with spiritual herbs were protected by spirit beasts, and the essence of gathering sun and moon was a great tonic for spirit beasts in the process of advancement. Fan Mu thought that a guardian spirit would at most be one or two, but he never expected that a mere golden rosmarsh would have so many 'pursuers'.

"Dark Gold Marsh Frog, I ?" This beautiful scene made Fan Mu unable to think of anything to say. This time, my obedient body was surrounded by dozens of Dark Gold Marsh Frogs.

"My fault, my fault," Fan Mu said in a very gentle tone, waving his hand as he backed off along the tree trunk. "My fault, my fault," Fan Mu said in a very gentle tone, as he waved his hand, as he backed off along the tree trunk.

Seeing him escape out of the swamp frog's line of sight, Fan Mu heaved a sigh of relief. However, the frog didn't want to let Fan Mu off, and so it reconstructed the mud ball surrounding the Golden Fragrance. It followed up again, and the ear-piercing sound of the frog's cry made Fan Mu upset, "My luck is really good, I'll be in danger wherever I go. I really don't know how I can safely survive these 14 years." As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped his body to the side and dodged the long tongue of the Dark Gold Marsh Frog. Looking at the green mucus, Fan Mu almost vomited.

"Crap!" Fan Mu cried out angrily as he stumbled over the overgrown branches of the tree. "This is bad luck!" What bad luck, a long tongue wrapped around Fan Mu's legs, making him unable to move. "Damn, even if I don't die a hero, I can't become the belly of a toad." Feeling the increasing force of the dragging, Fan Mu couldn't help but complain.

"Wood Ghost Cranes!" In that moment of life and death, Fan Mu focused his attention. Wooden elemental energy burst out as ghost vines shot out, transforming into countless purplish green vines that shot into the sky. However, Fan Mu's target was not the Dark Golden Mud Frog, but himself.