"This movement doesn't seem right -" the young man said with some amusement as he watched the beads on the shoes of the female nuns in the team tremble with the vibration of the ground.
"Have you ever felt that this mist seems to be very spiritual..."
——These white mists of unknown origin extend from the depths of the dense forest and gradually spread to the feet of everyone. They seem to be able to find every opportunity and know how to flexibly surround them, seeming to be vaguely trying to wrap them up.
However, there was not much time and space left for everyone to think, because soon they didn't even have time to think about it, and their eyes were a little too busy.
"Did I see it wrong?" The man seemed to be in a dream, and even his words were a little erratic.
"No, I also saw it -" the other person replied in a daze. He closed his eyes hard, blinked, and then opened them again, but the scene he saw was still the same.
In fact, everyone saw it. They stared at the strange scene not far away with their mouths open, and they all felt that they were still in a dream and had not yet woken up.
There was no grass growing at the entrance to the secret realm. The sandy soil looked very poor, and it felt like nothing could be grown there. There was not a trace of greenery around it. The only things that can be called "plants" in this area are the few dead trees scattered everywhere that have been dead for who knows how many years.
But it was also a dead tree, with the roots completely necrotic and the roots of the branches completely drained.
However, just now, these dead trees that were supposed to be dead bloomed in an instant, as if by some magical magic. The dead trees came alive in spring, and they came alive from head to toe in an instant. Clusters of floating pale pink flowers adorn the branches, like winter snow weighing heavily on the branches, exuding a unique vitality.
Such a creation, but looking at it, there is an indescribable strangeness and mystery inside and outside.
"What kind of sorcery is that? Who? Who on earth is...who is pretending to be a magician here? It's impossible, obviously, it was just..." It was just a dry branch, how could it bloom in an instant? Those who are timid have their voices changed and their eyes empty.
Many people immediately thought of the thunder disaster that happened before, and they didn't know what happened. The disciples of their sect died in the fog so unclearly. Nowadays, it seems that the old ways have returned, and it’s hard not to think too much about it.
Thinking of this, as if the mastermind behind the scenes might come out and attack them at any time, everyone couldn't help but feel a little creepy. They each picked up the most advantageous spiritual weapons and secretly used their strength. If anything went wrong, they would immediately take action.
But...no, there was no ambush, and there was no imaginary mastermind behind the scenes. The entire venue was quiet, with only the slight friction sound caused by the movement of stones.
Could it be that they guessed wrong? Everyone was filled with doubts.
"This broken wall seems a little strange..." Not far from Lang Wu and others, a young monk murmured. He was facing a stone about two people high, with his back to Looking in the direction of Greed Wolf Mace and others, his tone was full of confusion.
The fellow disciple Zhi who was traveling with him had time to remind him not to touch anything on the road, but the other party touched the stone.
The screams resounded throughout the entire venue, and what was even more frightening was that they suddenly stopped as if announcing something, and the entire scene presented a deathly silence.
The monk who only had time to call out to his junior brother looked dull, his face was covered with a thin layer of blood, his breath was filled with a fishy smell, and the terrifying emotions rushed straight into his brain, and he almost fainted.
Of course, this is not important. What is important is that everyone finally realized that this is not a place to play. If you are not careful, you may end up like the person just now.
"Follow the crowd and go back, don't be alone..." Many young people's voices were almost hoarse, but obviously these well-intentioned words filled with spiritual power were not conveyed very effectively. In the ears of future generations. Because the scene was so chaotic, with instructions everywhere, the juniors couldn't tell who was who.
At this moment, whether a team has centripetal force or not is immediately apparent. Some teams were just cobbled together, and they didn't pay much attention to them. In addition, the monks' nature was to work on their own, so the scene was chaotic, and they fell into a prison created by their own people.
The situation at Greedy Wolf's Mace is not bad. They have always attached great importance to the training of cooperation, and usually consciously train their disciples to follow instructions. Now it really shows a big effect. They retreated very smoothly along the crowd, without any trace of the headless behavior of some small sects.
‘What’s going on this year?’ Nothing like this has ever happened before. Of course, the secret realm has never been delayed in the past, and the opening time is generally quite accurate.
This year has been really weird. The secret realm has been delayed in opening, the spiritual tide around it has been unstable, and the entrance is like this... There is something strange everywhere, which is unsettling.
"I don't know." Zhenjun Heyan was also puzzled. He was carrying Ningxia on his back and had to protect the scattered disciples who were greedy for their own advantages, which was inevitably a bit tiring. But I didn't dare to slack off for fear of what would happen next.
Heyan Zhenjun truly felt that this trip was the most tiring for him. He had never been so bizarre in the years since he had gained a foothold. First, the extremely dangerous Mist Demon, which should have been exterminated long ago, was almost wiped out. Then there was the strange and weird sea-buckthorn bird battlefield, and the group was almost wiped out.
Later, Ningxia attracted another thunder disaster and was almost exposed.
What will it be now? It can't be more outrageous than before, right?
As the crowd retreated in large areas, the thick fog gradually encroached on the space where they were standing, as if consciously, and then pushed forward bit by bit in front of everyone like a flat wave.
"Huh...it seems to have stopped again?" someone in the crowd said hesitantly.
Of course, no one is so naive to believe it. The remains of the unlucky ghost in front are still stuck in front of it? They don't want to sacrifice themselves to become a warning light for everyone to save lives.
But obviously their feeling this time was not accurate again. Because indeed, after the white mist advanced smoothly not far from them, it seemed as if it had drawn a certain boundary and stopped moving.
The fog also seemed to be blocked and stopped flowing. It was like a transparent barrier appeared, blocking all the fog on the other side.
Are they...safe?
"Kakakaka—" An extremely strange rubbing sound seemed to come from the depths of the thick fog, as if old and stacked equipment suddenly started to operate.
"Ka...ka...ka..." The voice seemed so far away, but yet so close, tapping on everyone's soft hearts.
Everyone held their breath and unconsciously covered the disciples and stepped back.
