"High priest, what should we do? Should we bypass this place?"
Martin said.
"I'm afraid this fog can't be bypassed. Send someone in to explore the way, don't go too deep…"
said the high priest.
Martin nodded, then looked at the people of the Burning Heaven Sect behind him.
These people are very nervous, and no 1 wants to be the pioneer and enter this unknown fog.
"You, go in and explore…"
Martin pointed to a believer and said.
The cleric's face instantly became extremely pale, and his whole body was shaking.
But since he was called, he didn't dare not obey.
You can only tremble and walk towards the mist.
This cultist walked very slowly until he reached the edge of the fog, and he dared not take a step anymore.
The high priest felt that the believer had stopped, his brows wrinkled, his palm waved lightly, and a breath came in a flash, directly pushing the believer into the fog.
Everyone nervously looked at the mist in front of them, and then waited quietly.
Finally, after 10 minutes, the cultist said, "High priest, it's alright, it's safe, come in…"
Hearing the cultist's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then moved towards the mist. Go.
But when everyone just walked to the edge of the fog, they heard screams coming from inside.
Immediately afterwards, the cultivator who entered ran out, his whole body still burning with flames.
"Quick, put out the fire…"
Seeing this, Martin quickly ordered someone to put out the fire, but it was too late.
That cultist was instantly burnt to ashes.
The faces of everyone changed greatly, and the high priest's face was extremely solemn.
"Damn…"
The high priest cursed, and then hit a cultist with a breath.
"Go in again and see what's going on inside?"
This time, the cultist carried a wisp of the high priest's breath, so that the high priest could sense the situation in the mist.
The cleric's face was extremely ugly, but he didn't dare to disobey the order, and walked into the mist trembling.
At this time, Abel and the others have been traveling in the fog for a while.
"Abel, I feel that this fog is very strange. We seem to have lost our way and can't get out!"
Oldrim said with a frown.
"I also feel that in this fog, I can't tell the direction."
Punpuway also said.
Abel stopped his body, and his consciousness continued to spread. Although he could spread out, no matter how he spread his consciousness, all he saw was foggy.
At this time, Oldrim took out a bronze-colored compass from his arms, and when he saw the pulp on the compass, he knew that it was very old.
They saw that when the compass was taken out, the pointer on it seemed to be disturbed and kept turning.
Oldrim bit his finger, dropped a drop of blood on the compass, and then chanted.
The pointer of the compass gradually stabilized, and then stopped.
"Damn, we walked for a long time, and we didn't even go up, but turned around the snow-capped mountains…"
Oldrim burst into foul language.
"You have this thing, don't take it out sooner…"
Abel was speechless for a while, they were all trapped in this fog for a long time, and this hu Oldrim took out this treasure.
"What a joke, this is handed down from the ancestors, where can you use it casually!"
"Now you all follow me, you should go out soon…"
After Oldrim finished speaking, he put away the compass, and then started to move forward Go, Abel and the others are following behind Oldrim.
But just after a few people walked a few steps, suddenly a figure rushed towards them.
The man was holding a knife, roaring loudly as if he had been stimulated by something.
To be continued....
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