The mortal couple was skeptical, but at the moment they had no other choice but to choose to believe Xiang Sheng.
After settling the two of them down, he asked Xiang Sheng, "Have you ever seen other cultivators before?"
The young woman looked embarrassed and said, "My Lord, ever since this place was shrouded in white mist, my husband and I have been hiding here and have not seen any other immortals."
Xiang Sheng was not surprised to hear this. He once again told the two to hide and then got up and left.
After leaving the house, she walked across a few streets and came to a large house with a closed door. She actually heard faint conversation coming from inside the house.
Anyone who can still have a normal conversation at this time must be a monk.
Xiang Sheng narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and was about to push open the door when he suddenly heard a reminder from behind.
"Fellow Daoist, be careful!"
Xiang Sheng's eyes flashed, and he dodged without saying a word.
The door suddenly opened, and the speed was even faster than Xiang Sheng's. The black torrent, carrying countless resentments, rushed straight towards the door.
The young man who had spoken out to remind her turned pale when he saw this scene and blamed himself.
The wandering soul rushed over, and this person was doomed. If only I could have warned him earlier...
Without thinking too much, he was about to run away, but what he heard behind him was not a scream, but a cold snort.
Swish!
The cold light came out of the sheath, and the young man turned around and saw a bright sword light that destroyed a section of the black torrent like a rotten wood. He was immediately shocked and his eyes widened.
Xiang Sheng tilted his head slightly to avoid some scattered wandering souls, and calmly stepped aside, watching thousands of wandering souls rushing into this place, and then being melted away by the white mist that enveloped them.
Is this white fog the natural enemy of wandering souls?
Xiang Sheng seemed to be lost in thought. Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, and he turned around to look at the young man who was approaching cautiously.
Seeing her suddenly turn around, the young man was startled at first, then he took a few quick steps, approached her, clasped his fists, and said nervously, "I'm sorry for being late. Please forgive me, senior."
"You're kind enough to remind me, what's the crime?"
Xiang Sheng smiled slightly. She recognized him, but she still asked knowingly, "Are you a disciple of the Wanjian Sect?"
Seeing Xiang Sheng's gentle attitude, the young man felt relieved and said quickly, "Senior, you have good judgment. I am Fang Liangcai, a second-generation disciple of the Wanjian Sect."
Xiang Sheng nodded slightly, "Before entering the mysterious land, I also met your elder Yan Qing."
When the young man heard the name of the Great Elder, he immediately felt a sense of closeness towards Xiang Sheng and asked in surprise, "Senior, you actually came in on your own initiative?"
Xiang Sheng hummed, "I heard that your sect's leader is also here. Could you please introduce him to me?"
"Senior, if you were somewhere else, I would be happy to serve you."
The young man smiled bitterly, "I have lost contact with the Sect Master and the others."
Xiang Sheng's eyes darkened slightly, "Why has it come to this?"
"We encountered a large group of Diyin demons."
The young man recalled the previous scene, a trace of fear in his eyes, "One of the tall earth demons was extremely powerful. The leader was severely injured by him in one move, and the team fled in all directions.
Senior, you also saw this. The fog was so thick here that I quickly lost track of my fellow brothers. I had no choice but to hide alone. Just when I didn't know what to do, you appeared."
Xiang Sheng frowned slightly and was about to ask further questions when she suddenly shook and looked up to the north.
The young man was also surprised, "Senior, you..."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, and the senior who was talking to him just now disappeared.
"senior?!"
The young man turned his head and looked around, and saw nothing but white everywhere. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked terrified, and hid in a room with an open door.
At the same time, in the North City Goddess Temple.
Ying Changfeng looked solemnly at the dense crowd of Diyin demons outside the door, covering his mouth from time to time and coughing suppressedly.
On the ground in front of the Niangniang Temple, the last circle of incense was burning slowly, releasing wisps of light smoke. Whenever a demon from the underworld wanted to break in and touched the light smoke, he would look confused and retreat.
"Brother, the incense ash is almost used up."
Lin Hai's voice sounded from behind.
Ying Changfeng looked back at his junior brother's grim expression and couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you looking so sad? Haven't we brothers experienced enough life and death over the years?"
Lin Hai's expression relaxed slightly, and he sighed, "Brother, this time is different."
"You shouldn't have come to us."
Fourth Elder Chen Gongwei applied the best medicine to Jian Jue, then stood up and faced Lin Hai with a gloomy face. "You and Jian Jue are the future hope of our Wanjian Sect. After reuniting, you should have left directly. You knew there were Jindan-stage Earth Yin Demons here, yet you still stayed here? How foolish!"
"Fourth Elder, you are wrong."
Xiang Jianjue sat up, clutching his chest. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his face was more smiling than usual. "If my senior brother and I deserted the battlefield, our Daoist aspirations would be shattered. Where would our hope be?"
Chen Gong's face darkened slightly, and then a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes, "You kid..."
"Fourth Elder, don't rush to say discouraging words."
Xiang Jianjue forced himself to stand up, looking at the Diyin demon outside who was staring at him with murderous intent in his eyes: "I can still fight, we will definitely get out alive!"
Chen Gong was stunned for a moment, then a rare trace of guilt appeared on his usually cold face, "I have lived for two hundred years in vain, but my temperament is not as free and easy as that of a young man."
He slowly stood up, holding his broken right hand, facing the door, and said firmly: "When the incense burns out, I will rush out and explode myself. You will use this opportunity to leave."
Ying Changfeng's expression changed slightly, "Fourth Uncle..."
"This is not desertion!"
Chen Gong interrupted Ying Changfeng with a word, his tone slightly slowed down, "I'm already old. Even if I can get out alive, I still have decades to live. You are different, Changfeng. If you don't lead the younger generation to escape from the strange land, you will be the biggest sinner of my Wanjian Sect!"
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