Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1485 Black Mist Illusion, Insidious and Cunning
  A looming blue formation appeared in the air, and when the sword energy hit, the formation immediately shattered. The strangely shaped and irregularly standing stone pillars in front of him were also broken one after another. The sword energy impacted several feet in a row, stirring up countless rubbles.

Zhang Yan was a little surprised to see that Feng Tianming easily broke through the magic circle with this move, and asked: "Tianming, have your strength improved? This move looks extremely powerful."

Feng Tianming looked strange and rolled his eyes, "Brother Zhang Yan, it's not that my strength has improved, but that this formation is too fragile. Even a person who has just entered the immortal realm can break the formation with one palm. I suspect... someone has gone in a long time ago."

"Don't panic, let's go in and take a look and see if we can find any clues. Be careful." Zhang Yan walked in front calmly. Neither of them were familiar with the road ahead, so Zhang Yan, who was more advanced, took the lead.

The two walked around the gravel and walked slowly inside. The mine gradually became narrower, the air was humid, and there was a thin layer of mist on the stone wall, which wetted their sleeves. The protruding sharp corners of the stone wall are also very sharp. If an ordinary person accidentally brushes against it, it will leave a trace of blood. Fortunately, both of them have learned the Eight-Body Fist to temper their bodies. Scratching the gravel will only leave a shallow white mark.

As he walked inside, the passage became increasingly narrow. Feng Tianming could only see Zhang Yan's back and couldn't see the road ahead at all, so he could only follow closely. His clothes were torn in several places, and the feeling of gravel scraping against his arms was numb. He felt it was difficult to breathe, as if the tightening rocks on both sides were not only squeezing his body, but also directly squeezing his lungs. He felt his body getting colder, dew had already soaked his inner clothes, and he suddenly saw white mist coming out of his nose.

In the humid and cold environment, the white heat quickly dissipated. When he focused his attention and looked forward, Zhang Yan's figure disappeared, and there was only a dark passage in front of him. When did there not even be any fluorite on the stone wall?

Feng Tianming froze on the spot and slowly looked back. Behind him was also pitch black and empty. He tried to call out in a low voice: "Zhang Yan?" There was no response.

It was very quiet in the mine, and he heard himself swallowing. Zhang Yan was still in front of me just now, but he disappeared when he was distracted, and the surroundings became so dark. Was it an illusion? When did you fall into the trap?

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Feng Tianming took a big breath and his chest heaved. "Calm down and think of a way to get out of the illusion. Brother Zhang Yan is here, nothing will happen. Calm down."

He calmed down, looked around again, stretched out his hand, and found that he seemed to be in a black fog. This black mist is similar to the evil spirit that wrapped around Feng Suyang before. Feng Tianming's eyes suddenly turned red and he was furious.

It is indeed a strange beast in the mine! It is the murderer of Suyang!

"Ahhh!" Feng Tianming roared angrily, and the long sword in his hand suddenly glowed red. The red sword light flashed, splitting through the heavy black mist, and stirring up thousands of waves.

The black fog faded, and a dark figure stood in the corner. Under the black cloak, evil spirit overflows.

"Who are you!" Feng Tianming shouted to the black shadow.

The black shadow stepped forward and revealed his face, which was Feng Changyang's face.

When Feng Tianming saw it, he became angry again, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Monster! I'll kill you! You dare to pretend to be Su Yang! Ahh! I'll kill you!"

(End of this chapter)