The screams of Wu Lu and their people were constantly heard in the cave.

"What's the matter, senior brother? Is your compass useless? ”

"Senior brother, you want to save us, we came down with you."

A group of people put all the pots on Wu Lu.

Wu Lu was also very anxious at this time.

Because of the fog, everyone can only lean on each other.

And the fog seemed to be deliberately aimed at them, enveloping them.

With their naked eye, they can only see a meter away.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

Wu Lu was sweating urgently!

Playing frantically with his compass, but the compass seemed to be a computer crash, and nothing happened.

At this time, Wu Lu suddenly remembered Qin Xuan, who was still by their side before.

"Where is Qin Xuan, where is Qin Xuan?"

Only then did he find that Qin Xuan was gone.

A man next to him looked at Wu Lu very anxiously and said.

"Senior brother, what's the use of you taking care of that waste?"

Another man shouted loudly.

"yes, the first thing to do is to get us out first or figure out what this fog is."

When people face the unknown, they will instinctively have fear.

And they're constantly attacking the mist, but it's like seawater.

Even if it can be cut at the time, it will soon be restored.

And Qin Xuan was actually not far from them, and he could hear them clearly.

Just as he was about to say that he was fine, he suddenly felt something suddenly come to his ear.

Qin Xuan subconsciously blocked the Ten Thousand Ancient Sword in front of him.

The next moment, only a crisp sound of metal colliding was heard.

Clang!

Voices echoed through the cavern.

Everyone was so frightened that their hairs stood on end.

"Who is standing up?"

Wu Lu raised the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly in the direction where Qin Xuan was.

And at this moment, his breathing became a little short.

At this time, the sound of Qin Xuan's barrage came.

"Someone sneaks up, be careful."

Hearing that it was Qin Xuan's voice, Wu Lu didn't even know what kind of expression to use on his face.

Qin Xuan is still alive, which means that there is no danger.

But from the depths of his heart, he would rather Qin Xuan was dead.

Qin Xuan looked around, and the visibility was only one meter.

Consciousness cannot be expanded.

Qin Xuan followed the direction from which the voice came and approached the old mountain.

After seeing Wu Lu, he spoke.

"This is a fog array, don't get separated, otherwise the gods won't be able to save you when they come."

Hearing Qin Xuan's admonition, Wu Lu felt a little unhappy in his heart.

Why did all these limelight make Qin Xuan out?

But Wu Lu could only grit his teeth and nodded, and he didn't dare to quarrel with Qin Xuan when he was living and dying.

And Qin Xuan finally understood why all those people who came in were dead.

Just when Wu Lu was out of his mind, Qin Xuan's voice suddenly sounded.

"Be careful."

Wu Lu hadn't reacted yet.

I only felt a chill in my back.

Subconsciously wanted to resist, but found that a person had also come to him.

And then he realized that the sneak attack on him was actually an ice sculpture like a cross.

Qin Xuan's speed was like lightning, and he slashed towards the ice sculpture.

However, the ice sculpture rubbed a spark on the Ancient Sword.

"What the hell is this?"

Qin Xuan's arm trembled slightly, and the huge power was like a mountain and a sea, and it struck towards the cross.

In the next moment, the crosshair was instantly shattered into powder.

Wu Lu's pupils shrank, and he looked at Qin Xuan with palpitations.

He could feel the power of the dart just now, and even he couldn't stop it with all his strength.

How strong is this person in front of you?

Thinking that he had been targeting Qin Xuan, he was even more afraid in his heart.

Qin Xuan didn't bother to guess what Wu Lu was thinking in his heart.

Tilted his head slightly and whispered.

"Come closer."

Wu Lu raised his head violently, and then nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Oh, okay, okay."

Now he didn't dare to have any dispute with Qin Xuan.

He could feel that his life and death were completely between Qin Xuan's thoughts.

Qin Xuan kept searching in his mind to see if there was any information about this formation.

"Formation, maze, fog."

Suddenly, Qin Xuan remembered the border he had seen when he was in the first-level area before.

There's the same fog there.

Qin Xuan suddenly had a conjecture in his mind.

"Could it be that this hole leads to the underground?"

But Qin Xuan could feel that this must be artificially controlled.

Could it be that there are still human-like creatures alive in the secondary area?

But why attract outsiders inside?

It's completely unnecessary, wouldn't it be better if it was like the secret realm of the East China Sea, and directly besieged them?

Qin Xuan thought about the fog, and there was another vibration over there.

The crosses rained down on them.

Wu Lu and the others' faces suddenly turned pale.

Qin Xuan stomped his foot fiercely.

True Qi gathered in his right arm, holding the sword flower.

There was a clanging sound.

After a burst of attacks, many of the people behind Wu Lu were injured.

Blood dripped.

Half of them were hors combat.

Wu Lu is scared now, this cave is really strange.

"Damn it, get out of here."

Now they have been consumed by most of them without even seeing the enemy, and if they continue like this, they will all die here.

But just as they turned around and were about to flee, they suddenly saw a figure in a black robe and a hat floating in the air.

Under the feet of the figure, there was still a black fog spreading.

The figure is two meters tall.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

Wu Lu took a deep breath and clenched his long sword, gathering strength.

A blue sword light erupted.

However, the sword light shattered in an instant the moment it struck the figure.

At this time, Wu Lu saw the appearance of the figure.

Beneath the large hood, there was a turquoise eye with a red glint in the middle.

The cyan fangs opened, and clouds of black mist flowed out like a waterfall.

Wu Lu subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Ghosts?"

Qin Xuan looked back.

At this time, Qin Xuan found that the blood dripping on the ground seemed to have life, converging towards the black mist.

"What the hell is it?"

Qin Xuan's eyebrows furrowed.

And by this time, the black mist had approached them.

A large hand resembles a withered tree claw, and a fingernail ten centimeters long.

Piercing through the mist, he grabbed at Wu Lu's chest.

Qin Xuan's eyes pressed, and his killing intent flashed.

The body of the Ancient Sword flickered with a cold glow.

A knife slashed at the black shadow's arm.

Just when Wu Lu thought he was saved.

The severed arm went straight into Wu Lu's chest.

Wu Lu only felt that his eyes were dark, his consciousness dissipated, and he fell.