"It's really strange. There's nothing special about this white mist, and it's not poisonous. How can it block divine consciousness?"
Abel frowned.
"Don't worry about it, let's go in and see if it's okay…"
Dela Frupinn said, walking directly into the white mist.
"The fog is so thick, it's really hard to move an inch without God's sense to explore the way…"
Dela Frupinn who walked into the white fog said loudly.
Seeing Dela Frupinn walking in, Abel followed in too.
Seeing this, the others followed suit.
"Everyone, stay close, don't get lost again, otherwise you won't be able to use your spiritual sense to investigate, and it's hard to find if you get lost!"
Abel warned loudly.
Everyone nodded, and then slowly walked forward.
Now they can only move forward based on feeling, they can't see the road clearly.
"Dela Frupinn, Dela Frupinn…"
After walking for a while, Abel realized that he hadn't seen Dela Frupinn who entered first, so he shouted loudly.
But Abel yelled several times, but no 1 answered.
"Old grandson, grandson…"
Abel turned his head and found that the people following him had disappeared, so he shouted loudly
no matter how Abel shouted, no 1 responded to him.
This time, Abel frowned tightly.
Abel had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue walking forward, but soon, he found a purple hammer floating in the white mist.
When Abel saw this, his face was full of surprise. He could tell at a glance that the hammer was made of purple star stone, and it was extremely heavy. Just this hammer, it is estimated that it could weigh several thousand catties.
But it is obviously abnormal for these thousands of kilograms of weapons to float in this thick white mist.
Abel reached out and grabbed the purple hammer, a divine sense penetrated into it, he wanted to see who the hammer belonged to.
Can you find a familiar breath from this weapon.
But this purple hammer, as if no 1 has used it before, does not have the slightest breath of other people's use.
Abel was very puzzled, he relaxed his palm, and the hammer floated in the air again.
"It's strange, it's really strange. Could it be that this white mist is weird?"
Abel couldn't figure out what was so weird about this white mist.
If the white mist was poisonous, Abel would have noticed it long ago.
Soon, as Abel continued to move forward, he found that more and more weapons were floating in the air.
There are knives, swords, all kinds of weapons.
Moreover, the grades of these weapons are also different.
Looking at the weapons floating in mid-air, Abel's doubts deepened, so he opened the storage ring and took out his Beast Slaying Sword.
When Abel held the Beast Slaying Sword in his hand, suddenly a huge force began to involve Abel, as if they were fighting for the Beast Slaying Sword in his hand.
This force was so powerful that Abel tried his best, but he couldn't catch it. The Beast Slaying Sword came out of his hand, and like other weapons, it floated in mid-air.
Seeing this, Abel jumped up and grabbed the Beast Slaying Sword firmly. With a flash of thought, he let the Beast Slaying Sword enter the storage ring.
After putting away the Beast Slaying Sword, Abel breathed a sigh of relief.
If he lost the Beast Slaying Sword, Abel would probably hate himself to death.
Beast Slayer followed him to fight in the north and south, and besides, the sword spirit Zoverlli is still recuperating and recovering. If he loses the Beast ZhanDelaran, he will never see Zoverlli again.
Abel didn't dare to experiment, so he quickened his pace, and soon the surrounding fog gradually faded.
Abel's eyes lit up, the fog disappeared, and Abel saw towering mountains on both sides, with lush green trees on them.
And looking forward along the valley, They saw a thatched cottage, which was still smoking, as if someone was living there.
To be continued.....
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