Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

About half an hour later.

Everyone has basically recovered.

"How are we going to get in?"

Xian'er stood up first, looked up at the distant mountains shrouded in cold mist, and asked softly: "Can I fly in directly?"

"No, the cold fog outside is fine, but it gets thicker as we go inside. If we lose our sense of direction, we'll be in danger of getting lost in it."

Master Feng took a step forward as he spoke, glanced at the misty mountains in the distance, shook his head and said: "And there are many strange monsters in those cold fogs. We can easily be attacked. If there is too much noise, I'm afraid... It will arouse the alarm of the Soul Palace."

"Furthermore, there is no guarantee that this Soul Palace will have any defensive measures. We can easily be discovered by them if we break in directly from the air."

After hearing what Master Feng said, everyone nodded.

"This season is the time when the cold air in the Soul Mountain Range is the strongest. But we don't have the time to wait until the cold air subsides, so we can only enter through the fog."

Master Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced outside the Soul Mountain Range, saying: "Around the Soul Mountain Range, there are some smaller sects and forces. According to my guess, most of these forces have been given to the Soul Palace by the Soul Palace. Secretly controlled."

"So, when we enter, we have to try our best to avoid them and not let anyone find our traces, if we happen to bump into them."

"Leave these to me." The Iron Sword Venerable on the side said with a hoarse voice and an expressionless face.

Master Feng nodded silently.

This action is too important.

If anyone does hit him, he can only blame himself for his misfortune.

"Then let's get ready to leave," Wei Yang said.

Hearing this, everyone stood up and gathered together.

"I have been here before, so I am somewhat familiar with the Mountains of the Dead Souls. Let me lead the way." Master Feng said solemnly with a solemn expression.

"Okay." Wei Yang nodded.

"After entering the mountains, don't stay away. Be careful and go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zun was the first to spread his body and leap into the sky, flying out from the top of the mountain like a big roc.

Soon they entered the vast forest shrouded in cold mist.

From behind, Wei Yang and others followed closely.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the cold mist and disappeared.

In the forest filled with cold mist.

White mist filled the field of vision.

In this environment, visibility is extremely low.

Even if you use soul perception, you can only detect a few hundred meters in radius, and it will be a bit blurry any further away.

Even Wei Yang's powerful perception only spreads out to a distance of several thousand meters at most. Any further away and it becomes less clear.

"There's something about this cold mist." After realizing this, Wei Yang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

You know, his soul realm is the pinnacle of the spiritual realm!

This cold mist actually limited even his soul perception to a distance of several thousand meters. It was conceivable.

With poor visibility, no wonder you are in danger of getting lost.

Forest.

call out! call out! call out!

In the cold mist forest where low beast roars occasionally sounded, there was suddenly a subtle sound of breaking wind.

Immediately, a dozen black figures cut through the cold fog, flashed past, and quickly moved towards the depths of the mountains.

As they went deeper into the mountains, Wei Yang and others would occasionally encounter some troubles.

However, they quickly took care of it.

Of course, the biggest trouble they face is finding the location of the Soul Palace.

The area of ​​​​the Soul Mountain Range is really too large, and coupled with the obstruction of the cold fog, it is not easy to quietly find the direction of the Soul Palace inside.

The map given by Xuan Kongzi was useful at first, but as they went deeper into the mountains, its effect gradually became less effective.

Therefore, in the end, Wei Yang and others could only rely on themselves to gradually explore and advance.

In this way, the forward speed naturally slows down a lot.

This season is when the cold fog in the Revenant Mountains is at its strongest, and some of the markers on the map are also obscured or destroyed in this environment.

Time passed, and as night fell, the light became increasingly dim.

Master Feng looked at the dimming vision around him, frowned slightly, and said softly: "The sky is getting dark, we can't continue searching."

"The monsters in the Soul Mountain Range at night are extremely ferocious, and once they are targeted, they will be like maggots attached to the bones and difficult to get rid of. Once they make a big noise, not only other monsters will be alarmed, but they will also attract the attention of the powerful ones in the Soul Palace. ”

Hearing this, no one said anything. After Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment, he could only nod slightly.

Although he was a little anxious, he also knew that what Master Feng said was correct.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Lord Feng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is a senior, in this team, strength determines the right to speak.

Fortunately, the two young men, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, are not the kind who cannot listen to what is said.

He gestured to Venerable Iron Sword, who nodded and flicked his hand. Some black things flew out of his hand, and then flew away far away.

"These are the feces of high-level monsters. Sprinkled around, they can block the harassment of some low-level monsters."

Feng Zun said softly: "Everyone, take a rest tonight and continue searching tomorrow. The scale of the branch hall of the Soul Palace will not be small. Although this mountain range is very large, it is only a matter of time before it is found."

Everyone dispersed and found a place to rest.

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling quite depressed.

Originally, he thought that his group of people came here aggressively to give the Soul Palace a good show.

Unexpectedly, after arriving at the place, he found that he could not find the place at all. This was really a bit dramatic.

Although he was depressed, Xiao Yan could only suppress it. He silently came to Wei Yang and sat down, leaning against the tree trunk, slowly closing his eyes to rest.

The atmosphere was very quiet. Everyone had been rushing for such a long time, so no one spoke. They all closed their eyes and took a short nap.

The night was deep.

The forest was dark, so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of you.

Even the moonlight could not penetrate the cover of the cold fog and fall down.

The Ghost Mountain Range at night seemed particularly cool.

In the distance, the roars and howls of various beasts echoed one after another, making people feel creepy.

Wei Yang slightly opened his dark red eyes and exhaled lightly.

Although he seemed to be dozing, his perception had been carefully scanning all the slightest movement within a radius of thousands of meters.

Now, after confirming that there was no danger nearby, he relaxed a little.

At this time.

Xiao Yan next to him also slowly opened his eyes and looked over with his peripheral vision.

Sensing Xiao Yan's gaze, Wei Yang slightly tilted his head to glance at him, then retracted his gaze and said softly: "Looking at you, you seem to be quite irritable?"

"Not irritable, just a little depressed." Xiao Yan nodded, moved his butt, moved slightly closer, and then said softly.

In front of Wei Yang, he had no idea to hide or cover up, but told the truth.

After all, in his heart, Wei Yang was different from others.

Xiao Yan opened his mouth, hesitating to speak, but finally he sighed.

"I know you are worried about Yao Lao." Seeing this, Wei Yang raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and comforted him softly: "Be patient, we are all here, and it will take at most two days to rescue Yao Lao."

Xiao Yan hummed, leaned against the tree trunk, stretched his legs, exhaled, and relaxed.

After a while, he whispered: "In the past few years, I have always felt guilty and uncomfortable. It was for me that the teacher took the initiative to intercept the Soul Palace guardian."

As he said this, he clenched his fists, his nails deeply embedded in the flesh of his palms without him noticing, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know? I really wish that I was the one who was captured."

The low and hoarse voice was like a wounded lone wolf whimpering.