Siko Tingyan looked around curiously: "We finally passed through the gray fog! Where are we? The sea water is very clear. If it weren't for the remains of demon corpses under the sea, I would have thought we had walked out of the Demon-Sealed Tomb! "
The white-faced poisonous cultivator Hong Guanlin held a green jade pen and pointed at the forest of bones in the distant sea. The rich death aura exuded seemed to cover the sea with a layer of white gauze, making it difficult to tell where the sea was and where. It's seabed sediment.
Hong Guanlin sneered: "In my opinion, we have just passed through the outer sea area of the Demon-Sealed Wasteland Tomb, and we have not yet reached the hinterland of the Wasteland Tomb!"
Siko Tingyan looked along his direction, his face changed slightly, his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly and said: "Bone Forest? How many demon corpses are there in the Demon-Sealed Wasteland Tomb! I hope we don't run into anything else that loses people's minds. Demons and ghosts. Hey, captain, let’s go!”
Ye Ling nodded silently. He always felt that something was wrong with this desolate yet clear sea. It seemed too deserted, so he took out a fourth-level small medicinal spirit to explore the way ahead.
When Hong Guanlin saw the little Yaoling disappearing in a flash, he put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, I didn't expect Brother Mu to be an evil cultivator and have such gadgets. How about selling it back to my younger brother?"
Ye Ling was noncommittal, relying on the connection between the soul marks and using the little medicine spirit to detect whether there was any danger ahead, and then led the team on their way.
As a group of them, they had just reached the halfway point and were still dozens of miles away from the Bone Forest.
Suddenly, several clouds of gray mist rose from the sand on the seabed! It actually condensed into a human form and blocked their way!
"Ah?! Isn't this the team of casual cultivators who entered the Demon-Sealing Wasteland Tomb with us? How could their captain, who is at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, be like this, with a look of despair and death on his face!"
Xia Tong's sharp eyes recognized these atomized monks who suddenly emerged from the ground.
Ye Ling also felt that they looked familiar, but now their eyes were blank and their faces were pale, like zombies. The only difference was that their figures were erratic, more like those lost demon spirits in the gray mist.
Qingwan murmured: "Look at the situation, this team of casual cultivators failed to pass through the gray fog. They were all lost by the gray fog demon spirits produced by the chaos formation. The whole team was wiped out! Now it has emerged from the bottom of the sea again, obviously It’s the chaos formation that appears again!”
Hong Guanlin and Yao Guangxu looked at each other, horrified. If the captain Xie Xiu Muhan hadn't shot the demon spirit in time, their fate would have been like that of these casual cultivators. They were not human-like, ghosts. Unlike ghosts, they have become part of the ancient forbidden law of the Demon-Sealing Wasteland Tomb.
"Watch out!"
Seeing these atomized casual cultivators, each offering magic weapons and using Taoist techniques to attack, Ye Ling shouted loudly, once again raised the narrow ice-moon-like crystal rainbow bow, injected magic power, and shot ice arrows!
Whoosh!
There was a flash of cold light, and the ice arrow shot directly at the opponent's casual cultivator captain who was on the ninth floor of the foundation.
Unexpectedly, the atomized casual cultivator captain actually used a sixth-level formation flag to resist. Before the formation flag could be fully opened, even the flagpole was shattered by ice arrows, and the entire formation flag was frozen into ice!
But this resistance also allowed the mist cultivator to escape the disaster, and he began to counterattack quickly, rushing towards Ye Ling regardless of life or death.
The other fog shadows were also similar to the desperadoes. They each committed suicide against Hongtang, Xiaotao, Siko Tingyan, Hong Guanlin and others. They all used ruthless and fatal moves!
Zijuan was tired of dealing with it and was caught off guard by the ferocity of these fog shadows. Seeing that the situation was not good, Xia Tong quickly stepped forward to help. Then Sikou Tingyan also moved closer to them, and the three women worked together to deal with the three fog shadows.
Hongtang, Xiaotao and Qingwan naturally approached their master, leaving behind Hong Guanlin and Yao Guangxu, who were fighting on their own, fighting fiercely with Wuying.
Seeing Hongtang and Qingwan working together to stop the desperate cultivator captain, Ye Ling calmly took out the ancient treasure wind flag and waved it towards the approaching fog shadow!
The strong wind swept the sea water, forming an undercurrent in an instant. Along with it, a large number of poisonous souls in the wind flags, like ghost soldiers, rushed towards the fog shadow. In the blink of an eye, the fog shadow was swallowed by the poisonous soul and was swallowed up by the undercurrent of the wind flag. Roll up and dissipate!
Ye Ling seemed to have some realization: "That's it! The chaos formation here has not changed. These atomized cultivators have the same weak defense as those lost demon spirits!"
