When the crisis was mentioned, a trace of worry clearly appeared in the young man's eyes, but when he said the word "true spirit", it instantly turned into piety.

"With the true spirit coming into the world, this place will be worry-free, but we must also defend the city. Finally, the young man added, he naturally hoped that Feng Qingyang would not go, after all, if he was there, the West City Gate would be much safer.

"Do you think I'm going to go in?" Feng Qingyang shook his head, and then grinned, looking at the storm and roaring roar ahead, and rushed in with a bang.

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If it seems to the outside world to be just a mirage, then when you are immersed in the scene, you will feel that this is a purgatory on earth, and the diffuse fog covers the sky and the sun, and has already covered the sky.

In addition to the gray sky, there is also a dead sallow, like the face of an old man in the twilight, with ravines and a lingering vicissitudes.

Feng Qingyang stood in the mist, exuding his divine consciousness and spreading around, taking in all the qiē within a radius of ten zhang, and having vision, he could hold his own safety.

"The ravine...... There are quirks. Feng Qingyang said secretly, with his divine sense, he naturally couldn't find the direction of the ravine, but his keen perception let him know that at this time, there were countless monks fleeing towards the ravine.

Those monks were the ones who had been suppressed here, like locusts, and in addition to the monks who swept the cities in all directions, there were also a group of monks who marched directly into the ravines.

There is only an order, it seems that it has been discussed a long time ago, and the two columns, one mile and one outside, are orderly, without the slightest confusion and difference.

"Come to think of it, this is what they have discussed a long time ago, and there is really something wrong here, I'm afraid it's not just the reason for breaking through the suppression of the Quartet City. The wind whispered, and then flew forward along the induction.

After a long time, he came to the edge of the ravine, perhaps because of his own breath, and encountered several imprisoned monks on the way, but surprisingly, none of them attacked him.

Standing at the edge of the ravine, feeling the mysterious aura diffusing from it, the viscous feeling is extraordinarily strong, blowing on the body like a rain of blood from the sky, making people uncomfortable.

And if you don't take a step forward, there will be a kind of resistance, and after this resistance appears, it is more like swimming in the water, wanting to transform forward, but you have to receive the resistance of the river, and this is exactly the feeling at this time.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, and suddenly stepped on the edge of the ravine, which was huge, like an abyss where the earth had cracked, not vertically downward, but slanting.

When he stepped on it, Feng Qingyang's heart jumped suddenly, and he couldn't tell what the reason was, in short, the moment he stepped in, he felt a kind of crisis, which was so strong that it could threaten his life.

When the heartbeat began, Feng Qingyang stayed where he was, and instead of moving forward, there was a hint of hesitation, wondering if it was right or wrong for him to enter below.

"When did I become so hesitant? Is this still my character?" Feng Qingyang laughed at himself, secretly scared himself, and then galloped forward again, but in this gallop, the vigilance in his heart climbed to the extreme.

In the middle of this gallop downward, the viscous feeling became more and more intense, and what was terrifying was that his divine consciousness could originally cover a distance of ten zhang, but as he continued to go deeper, his divine consciousness was actually suppressed in some way.

Under this suppression, he could only investigate the illusion around him, and what was even more unexpected was that when he went deep into a certain distance, his divine consciousness continued to compress again. Until the end, he could only investigate the three zhang radius.

Although Feng Qingyang did not pause, the vigilance in his eyes was even stronger, not that he was afraid, but to be careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Ship, and being vigilant only has benefits and no harms.

1 zhang, 2 zhang, 3 zhang, 10 zhang...... The wind cleared and kept moving steadily, and although the speed was not as fast as it was when it first entered, it also maintained a constant speed.

Ge's, the wind that was moving forward suddenly burst all over his body, and the vibration did not come from the crisis in the four directions, but from the top of his arm, that is, the position of the boundary bead.

Separated a wisp of consciousness to investigate, it was found that the snake girl who looked like a living dead in the boundary bead, her body trembled slightly, and she looked down to check her palm, but saw that the dragon mark was actually slightly flashing.

Under this earthquake, the wind Qingyang revealed a hint of surprise, but soon the surprise was covered up by vigilance, and replaced by an indifferent color.

"If I can wake you up, or if I can undo the imprint on the palm of my hand, that alone will be enough for me to take an adventure. Feng Qingyang shook his body, and without hesitation, he galloped forward again quickly.

In the past few hours, Feng Qingyang finally came to the bottom of the ravine, that is, the deepest part of him, where his vision was much clearer, perhaps because of the powerful impact.

In the depths of the ravine, there was a crack, a crack that swung and swirled, so large that it did not look like it was irregular, but corresponded to something.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang raised his head, and the moment he looked at the sky, his eyes shrank, until now he finally understood what this crack corresponded to.

The dragon clouds that were originally floating in the sky and unchanged were actually corresponding to this place, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, although it was separated from the eruption half a month ago, it still left a faint trace.

In the center of this chasm, there were three huge openings, which were shaped like volcanic eruptions, and at the edge of the openings, there was a squatting person, although the wind was clear, although he did not know it, but he could also get to the origin of this person, it must be a person from the wasteland exile.

"Buzz...... There was a slight roar in ...... ears, although it was not very large, but the rhythm was extraordinarily long, almost connected, and just after this humming appeared, the vigorous mouth suddenly stopped.

At the moment of stopping, the monk who was originally squatting there suddenly fell towards it, so fast, almost as fast as lightning, Feng Qingyang was about to ask a thousand questions, but his disappearance caught Feng Qingyang off guard.

"Judging from the shape of this place, this may be the entrance to seal the ancient dragon, and the vigorous aura that comes out must be a trace of resentment it exudes, otherwise it would not make people feel frightened after entering. ”

Feng Qingyang was calm and calm, and instantly analyzed it clearly, and after a long time, his eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth and stepped forward, and this step fell, and he came to the edge of the crack.

But unfortunately, at the moment of his arrival, the originally static mouth fluffed up again, and a strong viscous aura poured out of it like a tide, rising into the void with the impact force.