Chapter Ninety-Four: Into the Sea of Fog

But at this moment, he is not in a hurry to go to the sea of fog, according to the information in the jade slip, it will take a while before the ancient immortal treasure appears, and during this time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After glancing around, Wang Cheng groaned slightly, raised his hands to pinch it, and after laying a defensive formation within his own three zhang, he sat in the center of this formation and began to meditate and cultivate.

But as soon as he entered the cultivation, he immediately felt an abnormality, and within this misty space...... There is no Reiki......

Wang Cheng's face sank, and he thought in his heart, at this moment, most of the spiritual energy in his body had been consumed, and now he could not recover it by meditating, and if he wanted to replenish the spiritual power in his body, he needed to use other methods.

After thinking for a while, Wang Cheng's expression was calm, and at this moment, he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and took out a few crystal clear medium-grade spirit stones, and his divine sense swept away, and the spiritual energy in these spirit stones was immediately absorbed by him, and when it circulated in his body, it turned into Dao Dao spiritual power.

Looking at the fast-moving and dim medium-grade spirit stones in his hand, Wang Cheng frowned slightly, although he had killed many monks over the years and obtained a lot of spirit stones, but if he continued to consume them like this, with the spirit stones in his storage bag at the moment, he could only recover his spiritual power three or four times at most.

I don't know how long it has been, Wang Cheng slowly finished his cultivation from meditation, and in front of him, there was a small pile of dim stones.

He looked at the hedron that had lost his aura accumulated in front of him expressionlessly, and groaned slightly in his heart, the next moment he stood up, and after glancing at the direction where the sea of fog was, he waved his right hand, put away the formation he had laid before, and his body galloped towards the sea of fog.

This galloped out, and after a few breaths, Wang Cheng stopped with a slight frown, feeling some spiritual power consumed in his body, and his heart condensed slightly.

At this moment, spiritual power is already the most important existence in this misty space, and he has to gallop with spiritual power, although the speed will be very fast, but the consumption is too great, and if he wants to recover it, he will have to use up a lot of spirit stones.

Wang Cheng pondered for a moment, looked in the direction of the sea of fog again, and his body galloped again.

This time, he did not use his spiritual power, but relied on the power of his physical body to act, after all, the power of his physical body only needed pranayama to be restored.

Coming to the edge of the sea of fog again, Wang Cheng only hesitated slightly, and then stepped into it, the thick mist blocked his vision, and the diffusion range of his divine consciousness immediately shrank from twelve zhang to three zhang.

He had entered this sea of fog once before, but he had not penetrated into it, and the location of the ancient immortal treasure on the sword was in a palace in the depths of this sea of fog.

After thinking for a while, Wang Cheng's expression showed caution, and at this moment, he patted the storage bag, and the small white shield was taken out by him, and he glanced at the blurred front, he took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the sea of fog.

The deeper he went into the sea of fog, the thicker the fog in front of him became, and even Wang Cheng could clearly feel that the fog contained a peculiar dust, and the more dust existed, the thicker the fog became.

Wang Cheng walked slowly in this sea of fog, the white mist around him was too thick, and his sight was completely useless here.

I don't know how long it has been, but when Wang Cheng was walking, his expression suddenly changed, and his figure suddenly stopped.

His expression showed a bit of a deep groan, and just now, the spread range of his divine consciousness suddenly shrank by a distance.

In silence, Wang Cheng took a deep breath, and he could clearly feel that his position at this moment had gradually entered the depths of the sea of fog.

His eyes were already closed, and the fog around him was so thick that he could immediately feel a sticky substance baptizing his whole body by just walking around at will.

The clothes all over his body were already wet, and even he clearly felt that he was gradually unable to keep breathing here, and a dull feeling of suffocation came from his body at this moment.

After moaning in his heart, his internal cultivation flowed slightly, and after expelling the dull feeling, he simply no longer deliberately breathed, but chose to use spiritual power to maintain his own breath.

After a little pranayama, Wang Cheng opened his eyes, and his eyes were still a vast white sea of fog, and his gaze had no effect here.

The body walked forward again, his speed became even slower, half an hour later, he walked nearly a hundred zhang away, and his footsteps continued to walk forward, but the next moment, his expression changed again, and the small white shield in his hand was prompted by him without hesitation, and an arc-shaped white light curtain protected his body.

At the same time, his divine sense swept away, and he immediately saw a purple tentacle more than half a zhang wide, which seemed to be sticking out of the void.

The tentacle appeared in front of him, and almost as soon as it struck him, it was blocked by the arcing light curtain of the small white shield.

Looking at this purple tentacle, Wang Cheng's face sank, and he slowly transformed the sword of life, and his body moved slightly, and the sword slashing power came out.

Almost without any hindrance, the purple tentacle was sliced open by him, and when it fell to the ground, it made several heavy muffled sounds.

Looking at these purple tentacles that seemed to be extremely fragile, Wang Cheng not only did not feel relaxed in his heart, but felt even more weird, he took a deep breath, and at this moment, after the life sword was put away, he continued to urge the defensive light curtain of the small white shield, and his body slightly accelerated and walked forward.

He didn't look at the purple tentacles that were cut off by him, his body directly skimmed over, and continued to walk towards the depths of the sea of fog.

For some reason, his expression became gloomy, and an inexplicable sense of irritability surfaced in his heart.

After walking out of the distance of more than ten zhang again, Wang Cheng suddenly stopped his body, and at this moment, without saying a word, he directly burst out with all the power of cultivation, and suddenly the light of the small white shield in his hand became stronger, and the arc-shaped light curtain was more condensed.

But at this moment, two astonishing purple tentacles more than a zhang wide fell from the sky with a roar at this moment, and fell towards Wang Cheng here.

Extremely quickly, these two purple tentacles directly touched the arc light curtain at this moment, and the light curtain immediately began to distort, Wang Cheng's divine sense looked at this scene, his heart was gloomy, and his internal cultivation moved again, and exploded in a more violent way.

As if feeling Wang Cheng's resistance, the two purple tentacles against the arc-shaped light curtain suddenly shook, and a violent force was generated, and suddenly, the light of the small white shield flickered, and the arc-shaped light curtain rippled even more violently.

Feeling the vibration of the small white shield, Wang Cheng's expression showed a hint of decisiveness, and the sword of the sword clan appeared again between gritting his teeth, slashing at the two strange purple tentacles.

Again, although the purple tentacle possessed tremendous power, it itself seemed to be extremely fragile, and at this moment, under Wang Cheng's sword, Qi Qi disconnected, and the source above its sky was instantly retracted.

Wang Cheng was vaguely aware of this scene, and his heart was gloomy, and he no longer wanted to save spiritual power, and galloped quickly in this sea of fog.