The monk nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
The stern-faced Jindan monk stood up and walked to the teleportation array.
"Since you have accepted the mission, let's go in."
He pointed at the flickering formation.
"This formation is a temporary structure and is extremely unstable. After entering, you will be randomly teleported to a certain area inside the forbidden area."
"The situation inside is unknown and dangerous, so you should take care of yourself."
Ye Feng looked at the teleportation formation intently.
The light in the center of the formation flickered, exuding a kind of spatial distortion.
Vaguely, it seemed that from the cracks in the light, one could smell...a decaying and cold atmosphere.
This breath made the source of star power in his body tremble slightly.
Ye Feng took a deep breath and suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.
He handed over his hands to the two Jindan monks again.
"Thank you, senior brother, for reminding me, I understand."
After saying that, he no longer hesitated and stepped into the teleportation array.
Buzz!
A slight buzzing sound sounded.
The light of the teleportation array suddenly brightened, completely swallowing Ye Feng's figure.
After the dazzling white light passed, calm returned to the platform.
The light of the teleportation array became weak and unstable again, as if it would go out at any time.
Ye Feng’s figure has disappeared.
The two Jindan monks looked at each other, and both saw a hint of solemnity in each other's eyes.
"Another one has entered, still on the seventh floor of the foundation building. He should be the one with the lowest cultivation level among the disciples who entered."
"I hope... he can have better luck than those in front of him."
The cold monk sat down again and closed his eyes.
The other person also sighed and said nothing.
The platform fell into deathly silence again, with only the unstable teleportation array still flickering silently.
The spinning feeling did not last long, and the white light suddenly dissipated.
Ye Feng’s feet landed firmly on the ground.
At a glance, the land appears an unnatural gray-white color.
This gray-white color spreads in all directions, boundless.
Graves of different shapes.
Standing abruptly on this gray-white land.
Scattered and irregular.
These tombs are simple in style, with no signs of age. Most of the tombstones are dilapidated and blurry. The writing on them has long been worn away by time, leaving only mottled scratches. There is a rotten smell in the air, cold and damp.
Ye Feng frowned, this smell made him feel a little uncomfortable.
The source of star power in the body trembled slightly again.
A faint gray fog floats in the cemetery, sometimes thick and sometimes light, making the distant scenery hazy and blurring, and the line of sight is greatly hindered.
My spiritual consciousness carefully probed out, only to find that in this gray mist, the range of perception was greatly compressed.
In the gray fog.
A vague figure was approaching in his direction.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and looked towards the figure.
The figure moves very slowly and is groping forward cautiously.
He seemed to be holding something in his hand.
Under the cover of gray fog, it is difficult to see clearly.
The figure is getting closer and closer.
He is a disciple wearing the clothes of an inner disciple of Tianji Sect.
He looked slightly pale and looked nervous.
Holding a spiritual sword tightly in his hand, the tip of the sword was trembling slightly.
See Ye Feng.
The young monk was obviously stunned for a moment.
Then a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Great! I thought... I thought I was the only one here!"
"I didn't expect to meet a fellow disciple!"
Ye Feng looked at the other party's nervous expression and the sword he was holding tightly, and he understood.
It seems that this man’s previous experience may not have been wonderful.
At this time, Ye Feng was still wearing outer sect clothes, and the disciple did not look down upon him.
He had a calm expression on his face, just nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone: "Ye Feng, I was just transported here."
Ye Feng has not completely let down his guard. This place is full of weirdness, so be careful not to make any big mistakes.
"Junior Brother Ye!" A smile appeared on the disciple's face, and the tension subsided a lot, and he quickly said with a cup of his hands: "Chu Ming, I also came here after accepting a mission from the sect. Alas, this ghost place is really evil!"
Ye Feng glanced at Chu Ming's slightly pale face and the stained spots on the hem of his robe. With dark stains and a slight movement in his heart, he followed the other party's words and said, "It's really weird. Brother Chu, have you discovered anything?"
Chu Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's hard to say discovery, but I almost got lost in this fog. This fog is weird. It seems to corrode spiritual power, affect sanity, and make people dizzy."
He pointed to the cemetery deeper in front, "I just wanted to walk in, but I almost couldn't get out. Junior Brother Ye, let's move together, so we can have someone to take care of us."
"That's what I meant." Ye Feng nodded.
The two reached a consensus, and without further delay, they explored the depths of the cemetery side by side.
The gray-white earth under your feet is extremely soft. Every step you take will pick up a little dust and blend into the surrounding mist silently.
Chu Ming took a deep breath, and a layer of light cyan light appeared on his body, isolating him from the surrounding gray fog.
However, the gray mist continued to erode and penetrate into the spiritual light, making a slight "sizzling" sound.
Chu Ming's face gradually became serious, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. It was obvious that maintaining this spiritual shield was taking a lot of effort for him.
"This mist... is so toxic!" Chu Ming gritted his teeth, his voice a little muffled, "Not only does it corrode spiritual power, but when inhaled, all the internal organs in the body feel like being pricked by needles."
As he spoke, he mobilized more spiritual power to resist, but the effect did not seem to be significant. The light cyan light shield was still flickering under the erosion of the gray mist.
Ye Feng saw it, but his heart moved.
He did not use spiritual power to protect his body like Chu Ming.
The moment the gray mist touched his skin, the source of star power in his body began to flow spontaneously.
A faint glimmer of light flowed under his skin.
As soon as the gray mist that tried to invade his body came into contact with this invisible barrier built by star power, it was like encountering a nemesis, quietly dissipating and disintegrating, leaving no trace behind.
He could even feel that the gray mist that had been "purified" by the star power seemed to contain some kind of strange energy. Although it was weak, it was absorbed by the source of the star power.
This feeling is very strange, like... eating a wisp of a not-so-delicious snack.
While struggling to hold on, Chu Ming also noticed something strange about Ye Feng, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Junior brother Ye, you...are you okay?"
Ye Feng glanced sideways at him, and raised the corner of his mouth. Wiping the curvature, "Oh, maybe it's because I have thick skin and thick flesh that I can resist this weird poisonous mist better."
Chu Ming: "..."
What does it mean that thick skin and thick flesh can resist this weird poisonous mist? He clearly saw that Ye Feng didn't even activate the protective aura!
What is the background of Junior Brother Ye?
Chu Ming was shocked and confused, but the current environment was dangerous and it was not the time to get to the bottom of it. He could only hold on and follow Ye Feng forward.