"What the captain said is absolutely correct, I agree!"
The white-faced Confucian scholar Hong Guanlin nodded in agreement, fidgeting with the green jade pen in his hand, squinting at Sikou Tingyan, and said leisurely: "Miss Sikou, are you afraid? If you are really scared, take advantage of the fact that you haven't gone deep into the Demon Sealing Tomb yet. , you can go back and seek the blessings of Patriarch Zhou of Dixuanxianmen."
"Who is afraid!" Siko Tingyan raised his eyebrows and angrily walked to the front of the team, his sword wrapped around him, always alert to any movement in the gray mist around him.
Seeing her prepared posture, Xiaotao was secretly amused and deliberately shook the magic bell tied with a colorful silk ribbon.
There was a crisp clang sound, which startled Siko Tingyan! She quickly turned around to defend herself, but she saw Xiao Tao smiling at her.
Siko Tingyan stomped her feet angrily, and was about to say a few words. Suddenly, she saw what seemed to be a mass of black air floating in the gray mist, looming, and Siko Tingyan screamed: "Ghost! The ghost guard is coming! Hurry! run!"
Everyone saw her panicked look and hurriedly looked back, only to see the gray fog as usual, with no shadow anywhere.
Xia Tong stepped forward and grabbed the panicked Siko Tingyan's arm, and comforted him: "Where are the ghost guards? Are you dazzled? Hey, my senior sister is here, so relax, don't be surprised. A joke."
"There was obviously a dark shadow, swaying in the gray fog. I saw it really clearly. It disappeared in the blink of an eye. It's strange!" Siko Tingyan was very unconvinced and muttered in a low voice.
Hong Guanlin made another round of sarcasm, but Yao Guangxu, the body cultivator, was very considerate and retorted: "Hey! Brother Hong, this is your fault. As a female cultivator, she is not very courageous in the first place. In the sea area of Desolate Tomb, it is inevitable that people will be anxious and sensitive. We should pay more attention to them, captain, don't you think so?"
Ye Ling nodded and looked thoughtfully towards the direction Siko Tingyan was pointing. He felt that the gray air there was surging and seemed to be thicker than elsewhere.
Seeing that most of the squadrons of the Zhenghai Pioneer Army had walked into the gray fog and could not see clearly from a distance, Ye Ling took a picture of the Golden Toad Lantern.
In an instant, everyone's eyes lit up. As the precious lantern shone through the hundred-foot fog, everyone's field of vision was much wider than before, and their consciousness spread further.
"Let's go! Let's go southeast and stay away from the large group of people."
Ye Ling led the way with the golden toad lantern. He knew that the restrictions on the ancient formation here were very strong. Treasures above the golden elixir could not be used, such as the life-saving jade slip given by Master Liu Juntang that was comparable to the mid-term golden elixir. Ice butterflies, red fire green-tailed leopards and other seventh-level spiritual beasts cannot even be activated by talismans.
Therefore, Ye Ling gathered a few ancient group attack talismans in his sleeves, such as the Thunder Destroyer Talisman and the Cloud-Condensing Talisman. Once the enemy appeared, he would be prepared, at least he would not be caught off guard.
In order to cover up his previous surprise and suspicion, Siko Tingyan raised his head in front of Hong Guanlin and still volunteered to go hand in hand with Ye Ling.
After walking five or six miles, the group saw that the gray fog was getting thicker and thicker. Originally, the golden toad lamp could still illuminate a hundred feet, but gradually shrank to eighty feet, seventy feet, and later it was even less than fifty feet away. The remains of monster corpses can be seen everywhere on the sea floor that we walked through, and in some places there was even a thick layer of dead air.
Siko Tingyan slashes out his flying sword and drives away the dead energy, often revealing the more rotten bones of the sea monster.
"The Demon-Sealing Wasteland Tomb is well-deserved! How many corpses of sea monsters have been piled up? No wonder the East China Sea Monster Clan regards Minghai as the place of return to ruins, the Demon Saint Palace is their altar, and this Demon-Sealing Wasteland Tomb is Their mass graves!"
Just when Sikou Tingyan was sighing with emotion, Ye Ling's pupils flashed invisibly, he suddenly stopped, blocked the golden toad lamp in front of everyone, and lowered his voice: "Quietly! There is a black shadow in the gray fog, Melted in again!”
