The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 981 Lord of the Tomb
In front of the dark foggy sky ahead, Fan Feng and the others, seeing Ye Fei like this, were even more sure of their thoughts. The person in front of them was undoubtedly a timid person, and if they went forward together, they might be dragged down.

After all, the four people in front of them didn't hesitate any longer, and directly passed into the black mist.

"Ho Ho..." The dull roar sounded again.

Before the black mist, Ye Fei's expression was as usual, but he ignored the disciples of the Lingyu Sect. His spiritual consciousness slowly spread, and he began to search for that way, suppressing Xuan'er's power.

The remnant spirits of the beast clan are not a big threat to Ye Fei. After all, they are beast spirits that have already died, so it is very easy to deal with them.

But the aura that suppresses the ancient black snake is definitely not something that the remnants of the orc race can possess.

"Wu Xiu's spiritual consciousness will be suppressed."

"here……"

On the basin in front of the black mist, Ye Fei slowly opened his eyes after a long time. His spiritual consciousness could not extend too far, and after some perception, he found nothing.

But at this moment ahead, within the black mist of the basin, low growls came out, becoming more and more frequent.

While tumbling, there seemed to be a roar of unwillingness. Following the line of sight, there was a faint flash of spiritual light, and bursts of spiritual power burst out from time to time. It can be seen that it is Gong Susu and others, who may have suffered a lot.

Time, half a quarter passed, and on the edge of the black mist ahead, I saw the few people who had just stepped into the black mist, all with embarrassing expressions on their faces.

The auras of the four of them were a bit chaotic, presumably because they rushed out of the black mist and consumed a lot of spiritual power.

"No, you can't go in again!"

"If it weren't for us to have self-protection skills, plus that spirit beast, there would have been only residual spirits left. With our strength, we would definitely not be able to break out." Fan Feng rushed out of the black mist at this moment. He said with a straight face.

The expressions on Gong Susu's and the others' faces at this moment are also a little ugly.

"Brother, what do you mean, we will return to the mountain gate like this?" After pondering for a while, Gong Susu's eyes flashed, and she stared at the person in front of her and said in a deep voice.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Fan Feng immediately showed embarrassment.

"Junior Sister Gong, you know, I didn't mean that."

"It's just that this black fog is really not something we can force our way through..." Fan Feng quickly explained, for fear of offending the person in front of him.

Just after he finished speaking, Fan Feng's eyes flashed suddenly, and he turned his head suddenly, looking at Ye Fei who was not far behind at the moment, who was looking relaxed.

He seemed to think for a moment, then walked slowly towards the mountain.

Before and after walking up to Ye Fei, the expression on Fan Feng's face couldn't help revealing complex expressions.

"Will the black mist in front really dissipate in a while?" When he said this, he obviously admitted that the person in front of him recognized the ghost of the beast in front of him.

But now, there is no way.

The land of the spirit tomb is opened once every hundred years. If they return to the Lingyu Gate with nothing like this, they may have no face to face the disciples in the gate.

Ye Fei smiled lightly, then nodded slightly and said, "In ten breaths, just wait and see."

After all, he didn't say any more. At this moment, the four people in Lingyumen couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although they didn't believe it in their hearts, it didn't matter if they thought about waiting for ten breaths.

For a while, the edge of the black mist in the basin suddenly became a little silent.

Even the muffled growls in front of the black mist seemed to have slowly dissipated without a trace.

Ten breaths of time are fleeting.

On the basin, Ye Fei stood up slowly, raised his head and looked forward, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ten breaths are here, we can pass." The words fell, and as Ye Fei took a step, the black mist in the sky in front of him miraculously disappeared without a trace.

Ahead, there is an endless horizon of the basin.

The four members of Lingyumen were all stunned. After they realized it, their expressions towards Ye Fei changed unconsciously.

A martial artist who is very familiar with ancient spiritual knowledge and desolate beasts, no matter what his own combat power is, will be of great help to them in their search for companion spirits this time.

"Haha, ha, fellow Daoist Ye, I hope you don't blame me for offending you before."

"If my brothers and I can successfully obtain the companion spirit, I will be very grateful after returning to the mountain gate." Fan Feng laughed at this moment, stepped forward quickly, and said with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Gong Susu couldn't help giving Fan Feng a hard look, but in the end she didn't say much.

Since entering the spirit tomb, the ultimate goal must be to find the accompanying spirit.

Ye Fei's expression was normal, he just raised his hand to signal, then stopped talking and walked forward.

In the land of the spirit tomb, a group of people continued to move forward. As they got deeper and deeper into the basin, there was a vague sense of menace in the surrounding air, which made people feel uneasy.

From time to time, there was a low growl, which echoed in everyone's ears, making the atmosphere in the air even more tense.

"Also, how far is it?" Ye Fei asked while walking forward.

He didn't want to stay here too much, suppressing Xuan'er's power, he couldn't perceive it, and that kind of unknown feeling made Ye Fei feel a little uncertain, and it was wise to leave as soon as possible.

"Coming."

"If there is no accident, at our speed, we can step into the center of the tomb in half an hour at most." Fan Feng stepped forward slowly at this moment, and responded in a low voice.

They need to preserve their spiritual power to refine the accompanying spirits, and they should not consume too much, so that the speed of the group's progress is not considered fast.

"Well, after refining the spirit body, get out of here as soon as possible." Ye Fei nodded slightly and whispered.

After passing the incident just now, he undoubtedly became the real leader of the team. Although Gong Susu was still a little unhappy, she didn't say much for the sake of half-life.

As for the Ling Yumen, the other two disciples were also helpless all the way, but followed behind him quietly.

Along the way, Ye Fei led them to avoid many places shrouded by the remnant spirits of the orcs. Although the journey was slow, there were almost no fights, and the journey was very safe.

As everyone moved forward, there were more and more bones and remains of spirit beasts on the ground of the basin.

Most of them have been weathered, but there are also a small number of powerful spiritual senses and huge bones standing on the soil. From these bones, the breath of time can be clearly felt.

Not long after, as the number of skeletons around them increased, Fan Feng and the others couldn't help showing excitement on their faces.

"I can already sense the existence of the companion spirit body."

"It's not far ahead." Fan Feng said excitedly at this moment, and the aura on his body also condensed a bit.

Gong Susu and the other two disciples also had smiles on their faces at the same time.

At this moment, the four of them couldn't help but look at Ye Fei in front of them. Although they didn't want to admit it in their hearts, they undoubtedly all depended on the people in front of them along the way.

Otherwise, they would have experienced at least several fierce battles, and it was absolutely impossible for them to enter the central area of ​​the spirit tomb so quickly.

"This time, thank you Daoist Ye, Fan will take this down." Fan Feng showed gratitude on his face, and then raised his hands and fists towards Ye Fei.

Compared with the companion spirit, the previous festivities of the group have long been forgotten by him.

"Hands up."

"Ye Mou promised that he will keep you out of here safely." Ye Fei replied with a calm gaze and a low voice.

But at this moment, his gaze suddenly froze, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

The surrounding air became a little frozen at the same time, and an invisible force of coercion enveloped the surrounding area for a hundred miles.

I saw the mid-air in front of me, following everyone's gaze, a flickering whiteness appeared out of nowhere, passing slowly in the sky, I couldn't see what it was, but the whiteness exuded spiritual pressure, extremely heavy fill.

In the basin below, the four disciples of the Lingyu Sect had relaxed expressions on their faces.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, don't panic."

"It is recorded in the ancient books of my Lingyumen that there is a spirit master in the land of the spirit tomb. It is rumored that it was transformed by a fairy beast and floats in this space. As long as we don't provoke it, it will not hurt anyone. When he passes by Can."

After seeing Ye Fei's expression, Fan Feng couldn't help but smile.

Gong Susu, who was on the side, also chuckled at this moment, and glanced at Ye Fei. Although the woman didn't say much, there was always a bit of contempt in her eyes.

In the sky, the white expanse was approaching, and the power of spiritual pressure in the surrounding air was extremely even, and it did not burst out deliberately.

Obviously, as Fan Feng said, the spirit master will not hurt people, just like an unconscious energy body.

"Fairy beasts? Are there really fairy beasts in this world..." Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but wonder inwardly.

A thousand years of life is not enough to become a fairy.

Since there are no real immortals and strong men, there will be no immortal beasts, otherwise the martial arts would not be passed down to this day.

Just as Ye Fei was thinking, in mid-air, the flickering whiteness suddenly paused for a moment, and then a white filament poured down.

In the basin below, everyone was taken aback.

At the same time, Fan Feng's face showed doubts. He had never seen such a situation recorded in ancient books.

As the filament approached, the coercive force around it became faintly stronger, and the next moment it actually floated in front of Ye Fei.

"Whoosh!" accompanied by a howl.

The strange white spiritual thread in front of him instantly blocked Ye Fei's figure.

"Huh? This restraining power is comparable to that of Bailong's Beihai Lingsi." A gleam flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, followed by a thought, and a cold light flashed in his palm.

In the surrounding air, the chill hit.

The Lianhua sword fell into his palm, and the spiritual power in his body turned to the extreme, and the ice sword in his hand let out a sword cry.

"Break it for me!" With a low shout, the cold glow pierced the air.

The power of the celestial treasure is by no means mere, the entangled spiritual thread has already broken a few, but the power of this sword, the power and momentum that erupted, is just that.

At this moment, Ye Fei is not out of trouble. It will take some time for him to completely cut off these spiritual threads.

Around the basin, Lingyumen and others looked at this scene with blank expressions at the moment, but they did not act hastily. According to the ancient books in the gate, the master of the spirit tomb is definitely not an enemy that Wuxiu can fight against. .

(End of this chapter)