Farewell to Feng Tianjue, Feng Ling let go of all his speed and entered an abandoned town deep in the snowy mountains in just half an hour.
"call out!"
Falling on the dusty city wall, the sight is full of devastation, large areas of collapsed ancient buildings, and wildly growing flowers and weeds, making the small town in front of you full of vicissitudes of life.
"Mr. Tong, I have arrived at the coordinates you gave me, and I will help you next!"
"Hey, the last time I came here it was still a prosperous scene, and it has been more than a thousand years in the blink of an eye... The old man is going to cast a spell to lead the way, you kid, follow closely!"
Feng Ling frowned, and silently caught up with Mr. Tong, stepping on the ruins of the wall, and the two of them headed straight towards the depths of the small town.
The reason why Feng Ling dared to make a three-year agreement with Sect Leader Yuqing was because he knew the whereabouts of the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass. This information was not revealed by Xiaoyaozi, but came from Mr. Tong.
Thousands of years ago, Mr. Tong had the good fortune to sense the aura fluctuations of the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass in a place called Menggui City in the southeastern region of Dongsheng Shenzhou, although it was still very weak at the time.
It's a pity that Mr. Tong was busy avoiding the pursuit of his enemies at that time, and the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass was of little use to his injury, not to mention that the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass was not yet mature, and it was not worth his risk, so he only took a quick glance. .
According to Mr. Tong's recollection, there is a small teleportation array hidden in the small town here. It was originally connected to an ancient teleportation array three thousand miles away from Menggui City. However, due to Mr. Tong's cautious nature, at the moment when the teleportation was about to be completed, he cast a spell to destroy it. The ancient formation was dropped to prevent enemies from tracking it.
Now, if the reverse teleportation is carried out through this formation, it is obviously impossible to completely return to the original point, but Mr. Tong is sure to teleport to the vicinity of Menggui City.
"Rumble--"
In a group of dilapidated palaces deep in the small town, Mr. Tong swung his palm out from the air, easily blasting away the mountains of heavy debris on the ground, revealing a dark secret passage underneath.
"Here we are, right here!"
He jumped into the secret passage, with Mr. Tong in front and Feng Ling following closely behind. The two of them meandered down the secret passage for about two minutes, and finally came to a ruined teleportation altar.
Feng Ling observed carefully for a while. The altar here was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the lines carved on it were also damaged in many places. It was obvious that it had been damaged in the long river of changes over the years.
People can't help but worry whether it can still carry out the last space teleportation.
"Feng Ling, the space here has been damaged by the force of nature for many years and has become very unstable. You are here to protect me. I need to concentrate on repairing this formation altar!"
As if he could see what the man in black was thinking, Mr. Tong left a message and immediately closed his eyes and pinched out a series of mysterious and incomprehensible magic formulas.
The spells slowly rotated around the formation altar like living notes, and circles of colorful formation spells suddenly lit up.
"Boom——" As the spells and the spell textures on the altar continued to overlap and merge, the entire underground space shook. Mr. Tong immediately took out several crystal stones containing terrifying aura fluctuations and poured them into the teleportation array for activation. energy of.
"Boundary, open!" Circles of energy ripples spread out from Feng Ling's body, blocking all the gravel that collapsed in the surrounding space.
I don't know how long this state lasted. Feng Ling felt that with every passing minute, the pressure would increase exponentially. In fact, this was indeed the case.
"Feng Ling, it's now!" Until the pressure of the entire space was squeezed on the surface of the barrier, Mr. Tong suddenly opened his eyes and suppressed a beam of light that was about to rise into the sky.
"Take it!" Hearing this, Feng Ling exhaled a breath of turbid air. Almost at the moment when the barrier was removed, the teleportation altar flashed with a crane's cry.
At the same time, the two figures of Feng Ling disappeared without a trace, and the surrounding space fluctuations also experienced a slight stasis for an instant.
Then, huge rocks from all directions quickly squeezed in, completely burying the altar that had been surviving for thousands of years, just waiting for the "destined person" to come and complete the final teleportation mission.
