"Brother Shen, can you give me some of the poisonous fog? I want to study it and see if I can find a way to resist it?" Bai Xiaotian suddenly thought of something, turned to Shen Luo and asked.
"Do you have a container that can hold the fog without being infected?" Shen Luo asked. He was considering ways to deal with the poisonous fog. After all, there was an unknown secret place here, and its value was inestimable. It was impossible to give up the exploration just because of some poisonous fog. Bai Xiaotian volunteered, which was naturally the best.
"Yes, use this." Bai Xiaotian took out a translucent crystal bottle. The mouth of the bottle was also tightly plugged with a crystal stopper, which looked quite extraordinary.
Shen Luo reached out to take the crystal bottle, looked it up and down, put it into the Tiance space, and filled it with a little purple poisonous mist.
No one knows what this bottle is made of, but the purple poisonous mist cannot infect it.
Shen Luo nodded slightly, took out the bottle and handed it to Bai Xiaotian.
"Let's go. The identities of those people we just killed are not ordinary people. Someone might chase us. We just arrived. It will be troublesome if we are blocked by those local monks." Bai Xiaotian said anxiously to Pingzi's subordinates.
Shen Luo naturally had no objection to this.
However, before leaving, he sealed the passage again to prevent it from being discovered. He also thoroughly cleaned up the place where the previous battle took place and erased all remaining auras.
A moment later, a white flying boat carrying two people rushed out of the sea and continued to head south.
Less than a quarter of an hour after the two men left, two long rainbows, one red and one gold, came flying from afar and in the blink of an eye they were above the crack on the seabed. After the dazzling light faded, a burly middle-aged man in a golden robe with strange golden skin and a tall monk in a cassock with a face full of flesh appeared in the air.
The aura of both of them was extremely powerful, far surpassing that of Master Baoxiang and the Tear Demon, and had reached the late Mahayana stage.
"The last remaining aura of the Golden Yang Talisman on my son is right here! Who dares to kill the young master of our Jinyang Sect!" the golden-skinned man growled with a livid face.
"Junior Brother Baoxiang is with Young Master Min. Judging from the situation, he is in great danger! Where did this barbarian come from? How dare he attack the people of Jinyang Sect and Xuangui Island at the same time? We must find out who did it and cut him into pieces to serve as a warning to others!" The tall monk was also extremely angry.
While venting their anger, the two did not forget to use their spiritual sense to explore the situation in the sea below.
But the situation on the seabed below was complicated, and the underwater cave was extremely hidden. Shen Luo had completely wiped out the remaining breath of Master Baoxiang and others, and they had searched for a long time but had not found the location of the underwater cave.
The golden-skinned man looked at the sea below, feeling angry and secretly anxious at the same time.
Although he was heartbroken by the death of his own son, the most important thing in his heart was the thing on the young man with the white fan. He had risked his life to get it. If anyone discovered it, the consequences would be disastrous. He had to get it back immediately!
The golden-skinned man focused his eyes, then took out a palm-sized sound transmission talisman engraved with countless runes.
"Bring all the disciples of Jinyang Sect here!" He whispered to the talisman, then made a gesture.
The talisman suddenly turned into a white light and disappeared into the void.