Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

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 mountains in the distance shrouded in cold fog, and asked softly, "Can we fly directly in?"

"No, the cold fog outside is not so bad, but it will become thicker as we go deeper. If we lose our sense of direction, we will be in danger of getting lost."

Venerable Feng took a step forward and glanced at the misty mountains in the distance. He shook his head and said, "Besides, there are many strange beasts in the cold fog. We can be easily attacked. If we make too much noise, it may alert the Soul Palace."

"Besides, there's no guarantee that this Soul Palace will have any defensive measures. If we just break in from the air, we'll be easily discovered by them."

After hearing what Master Feng said, everyone nodded.

"This season is when the cold is at its thickest in the Ghost Mountains. But we don't have time to wait until the cold fades, so we can only enter through the fog."

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

"So, when we enter, we have to try our best to avoid them and not let anyone discover our whereabouts. If we happen to run into them..."

"Leave these to me." The Iron Sword Master at the side spoke with a hoarse voice and an expressionless face.

Venerable Feng nodded silently.

This operation is too important.

If someone really bumps into him, he can only blame himself for his bad luck.

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

Hearing this, everyone stood up and gathered together.

"I've been to the Mountains of the Dead before, so I'm somewhat familiar with it. Let me lead the way." Venerable Feng said in a deep voice with a solemn expression.

"Okay." Wei Yang nodded.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, Venerable Feng took the lead in moving his body, leaping up, and flying out from the top of the mountain like a roc.

Soon, it flew into the vast forest shrouded in cold fog.

Behind, Wei Yang and others followed closely.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

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

In the forest filled with cold fog.

A white mist filled the vision.

In this environment, visibility is extremely low.

Even if using soul perception, one can only detect an area of ​​several hundred meters nearby. Anything farther away will become a bit blurry.

Even with Wei Yang's powerful perception, it can only extend over a distance of a few thousand meters at most here. If it is farther away, it will not be very clear.

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

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

This cold fog even limited his soul perception to a distance of several thousand meters. You can imagine.

With poor visibility, it’s no wonder that there’s a risk of getting lost.

Forest.

call out!call out!call out!

In the foggy forest, where occasional low animal roars were heard, there was suddenly a slight sound of breaking wind.

Immediately, a dozen black figures broke 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 his companions would occasionally encounter some troubles.

However, they quickly dealt with it.

Of course, the biggest trouble they faced was finding the Soul Palace.

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

The map given by Xuan Kongzi was quite 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 move forward.

In this way, the speed of advancement naturally slowed down a lot.

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

As time passed and night fell, the light became dimmer.

Venerable Feng looked at the darkening vision around him, frowned slightly, and said softly: "It's getting dark, we can't continue searching."

"The monsters in the Ghost Mountain Range at night are extremely ferocious, and once they are targeted, they will be like a maggot attached to your bones, and it is difficult to get rid of them. If you make a big noise, not only will it alarm other monsters, but it will also attract the attention of the strong men in the Soul Palace."

Hearing this, no one said anything. After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Yan 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 objection, Master Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

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

Fortunately, both young men, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, are not the type of people who refuse to listen.

He made a gesture to the Iron Sword Master, who nodded and swung his hand. Some black things flew out of his hand and were thrown far away.

"These are the excrement of high-level monsters. Sprinkling them around can stop the harassment of some low-level monsters."

Venerable Feng said softly: "Everyone, take a rest tonight and continue searching tomorrow. The Soul Palace's branch hall will not be small. Although this mountain range is huge, it is only a matter of time before we find it."

Everyone dispersed and found a place to rest.

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

Originally, he thought that his group of people came here with great momentum to give Soul Palace a hard time.

Unexpectedly, after arriving at the place, we found that we couldn't find the place where the people lived. This was really dramatic.

Although he was depressed, Xiao Yan could only suppress it. He silently came to sit beside Wei Yang, leaned against the tree trunk, and slowly closed his eyes to rest.

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

The night was dark.

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 thus fell down.

The Ghost Mountains seem particularly cool at night.

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 let out a light breath.

Although he seemed to be dozing, his senses were actually scanning carefully for any movement within a radius of several thousand meters.

Now, after making sure there was no danger nearby, he relaxed a little.

At this time.

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

Noticing Xiao Yan's gaze, Wei Yang tilted his head slightly to glance at him, then retracted his gaze and said softly, "From your appearance, you seem to be quite upset?"

"I'm not really irritated, just a little depressed." Xiao Yan nodded, moved his butt slightly closer, and then spoke softly.

In front of Wei Yang, he had nothing to hide or cover up, so he told the truth.

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

Xiao Yan opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but in the end he just let out a sigh.

"I know you're worried about Yao Lao." Seeing this, Wei Yang raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and whispered to comfort him: "Be patient, we're all here, and it will only take two days to rescue Yao Lao."

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

After a moment, 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 spoke, he clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into the flesh of his palms without him noticing, and said in a hoarse voice: "You know what? I really wish that I was the one who was captured."

The low and hoarse voice sounded like the whimpering of a wounded lone wolf.