When the crisis was mentioned, worry clearly emerged in the young man's eyes, but when he mentioned the word "true spirit", it instantly turned into piety.
"With the advent of the true spirit, this place will be worry-free, but we also have to defend the city." At the end, the young man added that he naturally hoped that Feng Qingyang would not go there. After all, the West Gate would be much safer if he was there.
"Do you think I will go in?" Feng Qingyang shook his head, then grinned, looked at the storm and the endless roar coming from the front, and rushed in with a splash.
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If it seems like a mirage to outsiders, then when you are there, you will feel that it is a purgatory on earth. The diffuse fog blocks out the sun and has already covered the sky.
In addition to the grayness in the sky, there is also a kind of dead and sallow color, which is very much like the face of an old man, with ravines and gullies and a lingering touch of vicissitudes.
Feng Qingyang stood in the mist, emitting his spiritual sense that spread in all directions, taking in everything within a ten-foot radius. Only with vision could he ensure his own safety.
"That ravine... is strange." Feng Qingyang said to himself. With his spiritual sense, he naturally could not find the direction of the ravine, but his keen perception made him know that at this time, countless cultivators were fleeing into the ravine.
Those monks were the imprisoned people who were suppressed here. Like locusts, in addition to the monks who swept the cities in all directions, there was another group that went directly into the ravine.
There was just order, as if it had been discussed long ago, with two columns, one inside and one outside, all in order, without the slightest confusion or mistake.
"I think they have discussed this long ago. There is indeed something fishy here. It is probably not just about breaking through the suppression of the four cities." Feng Qingyan said in his heart, and then flew forward following the sensation.
After a long time, he arrived at the edge of the ravine. Perhaps because of his own aura, he met several imprisoned monks on the way, but surprisingly, no one attacked him.
Standing on the edge of the ravine, feeling the mysterious breath spreading from it, the sticky feeling is particularly strong, blowing on the body is like blood rain from the sky, making people feel uncomfortable all over.
Moreover, every time you take a step forward, a kind of resistance will be generated. After this resistance appears, it is more like swimming in water. You want to transform forward, but you will encounter the resistance of the river water. This is exactly the feeling at this moment.
Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward and immediately stepped on the edge of the ravine. The ravine was huge, like an abyss cracked in the earth. It was not vertical downwards, but inclined.
When he stepped on it, Feng Qingyang's heart suddenly jumped. He couldn't tell why, but the moment he stepped in, he felt a sense of crisis. The crisis was so strong that it could threaten his life.
When the heartbeat started, Feng Qingyang stayed where he was. He did not move forward, but hesitated for a moment, wondering whether it was right or wrong for him to go down there.
"When did I become so hesitant? Is this still my character?" Feng Qingyang laughed at himself, secretly saying that he was scaring himself, and then he rushed forward again. However, while rushing, his vigilance reached its peak.
As he rushed downwards, the sticky feeling became stronger and stronger. The terrifying thing was that his spiritual sense could originally cover a distance of ten feet, but as he went deeper and deeper, his spiritual sense was actually suppressed in some way.
Under this suppression, he could only investigate the illusion of seven or eight feet around him. What was even more surprising was that after going deep into a certain distance, his consciousness was compressed again, until he could only investigate three feet in radius.
Although Feng Qingyang did not stop, the vigilance in his eyes became even stronger. It was not that he was afraid, but it is better to be safe than sorry. Being vigilant can only do good and no harm.
One zhang, two zhang, three zhang, ten zhang... Feng Qingyang kept moving forward steadily. Although his speed was not as fast as when he first entered, he also maintained a constant speed.
Damn it, Feng Qingyang who was walking forward suddenly felt a vibration all over his body. The vibration did not come from the crisis in all directions, but from his arm, where the boundary bead was located.
He used a bit of his consciousness to investigate and found that the snake girl in the boundary bead, who looked like a living dead, was actually trembling slightly. He lowered his head to check his palm and saw that the dragon mark was actually flickering slightly.
After this shock, Feng Qingyang showed a hint of surprise, but the surprise was soon covered up by vigilance, and was replaced by a look of indifference.
"If I can wake you up, or if I can remove the brand on my palm, this alone is enough for me to take the risk." Feng Qingyang shook his body and rushed forward again without hesitation.
After a few hours, Feng Qingyang finally reached the bottom of the ravine, which was the deepest place. Perhaps because of the strong impact force, the vision here was much clearer.
Deep in the ravine, there is a crack. The crack is winding and huge. It does not seem to be irregular, but corresponds to something.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang raised his head, and when he looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowed. It was not until now that he finally understood what this crack corresponded to.
The thousands of unchanging dragon clouds that were originally floating in the sky actually happened to correspond to this place. I don’t know if it was a coincidence. Although they were separated in the explosion half a month ago, there is still a faint trace left.
In the center of the crack, there are three huge holes, which are shaped like volcanic eruptions. At the edge of the hole, there is a person squatting. Although Feng Qingyang does not know him, he can tell that this person must be from the wasteland exile area.
"Buzz... Buzz..." A slight roar came from my ears. Although it was not very loud, the rhythm was extremely long and distant, almost connected together. After the buzzing sound appeared, the vigorous movement suddenly stopped.
At the moment of stopping, the monk who was squatting there suddenly fell into it at such a speed, almost as fast as lightning. Feng Qingyang was originally preparing to ask thousands of questions, but his disappearance caught Feng Qingyang off guard.
"Judging from the shape of this place, this may be the entrance to the sealed ancient dragon, and the surging breath must be a trace of resentment emitted by it, otherwise people would not feel so frightened after entering."
Feng Qingyang was calm and collected, and analyzed it clearly in an instant. After a long time, his eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth and took a step forward. This step brought him to the edge of the crack.
But unfortunately, the moment he arrived, the originally still opening began to expand again, and a strong and sticky smell surged out of it like a tide, rising into the void with the impact force.