The pudgy monk smiled bitterly, "It is not easy to patrol such a large area of the sea around the island, and it will take a lot of time. Should we do it separately, or together?"
“I think it’s best to stay together as we did when we came here, so that everyone can take care of us and search more carefully,” the scholar in green shirt said calmly.
“Okay! Let’s go together then!”
The pudgy monk said cheerfully, "Time is urgent, don't waste any more time, let's set off as soon as possible."
Just as he was about to leave, the skinny old man suddenly turned his head, frowned and asked, "Fellow Daoist Qin, what are you doing?"
It was then that everyone noticed that while they were discussing how to patrol, Qin Sang had been squatting on the edge of the cold fog, holding a piece of grass that had been frozen into icy lumps, and looking at something intently.
Qin Sang stood up, pulled up the grass on the ground, and said: "Have you ever felt that the cold mist here is very strange? When using the real energy to expel it, it doesn't feel like pure cold air, but like it is being driven by the spirit."
The way fire burns the true essence. Moreover, Qin also discovered a strange thing, look at it..."
As he spoke, Qin Sang flashed his true energy at his fingertips, melting the ice on the surface of the grass.
Then he saw that the green grass was losing its green color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into black ashes. Qin Sang raised his hand and turned into flying back.
When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but marvel.
"Fellow Daoist Qin is very observant. I've already come in once and didn't find anything weird about the cold mist." The short and fat monk bent down and pulled up a piece of grass. He rubbed it with his palms and it turned into ashes.
Qin Sang smiled and said nothing.
A female nun chopped down an ice tree, and after the ice melted, the same scene happened.
Looking at this strange scene, everyone couldn’t explain why.
“The cold fog is weird. If it were an ordinary cold air, it would only freeze the grass and trees to death, but it would never be like this,” the female cultivator said with a serious face.
Under the eyes of everyone, the short and fat monk could only smile bitterly, "I have sworn with my inner demon that everything I said before is true, but you still don't believe me. After I entered the cave, I did not encounter such a situation, and I did not dare to go inside.
Use up all your true energy and let the cold mist invade your body. When the time comes, everyone feels that their true energy has been consumed too much, so you might as well withdraw first."
“Perhaps it is because of the strangeness of the cold mist that attracted Master Yuanying to open a cave here?”
Someone sighed.
No one could see any clues, so they could only temporarily give up research, hide themselves, leave the island, and patrol the surrounding sea areas.
They searched very carefully, even under the sea.
After returning to the island, everyone found that the cold fog had expanded outwards a little more, so they no longer wasted time, and after some discussion, they walked towards the cave together.
The ban on the entrance to the underground cave seems to exist only to block the cold fog, and will not prevent everyone from entering.
I think there were stone steps built into the cave, but the view inside was blocked by thick cold fog and nothing could be seen.
The short and fat monk was in front, and they were walking side by side in twos and twos. Qin Sang took the initiative to break up with the skinny old man. They were not far apart from each other, and they could vaguely see each other's movements even in the cold fog.
The moment they entered the cave, everyone let out a soft cry in unison.
The power of the cold mist in the cave was far greater than that outside. Everyone shuddered and hurriedly activated their true energy with all their strength. Feeling the speed at which the true energy was being consumed, they urged the pudgy monk to walk quickly.
Without hesitation, the short and fat monk walked quickly towards the depths of the cave, and everyone quickly followed.
The interior of the cave was unusually winding, and it became more open as we walked inside. It was not as tight as it was at the beginning. They distanced themselves some distance from each other, took out their magical weapons, and looked warily into the depths of the cave.
What Qin Sang brought out were the Ten Directions Yama Banners, and they were three sticks together.
Three poles were formed into an array, and then they were taken into Qin Sang's palm. The time was short, but the aura of demonic fire that suddenly appeared and disappeared instantly was still noticed by others as something strange.
Some people couldn't help but turned their heads and looked over. They didn't see the true appearance of the Ten Directions Yama Banners, and they were a little unsure and looked away.
“Does your Taoist magic weapon seem unusual?”
Qin Sang heard the voice transmission from the skinny old man, glanced sideways, and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, you are ridiculous. My cultivation level is the lowest among all the fellow Taoists. I just broke through the pill formation a few years ago. Fortunately, I have something that is pretty powerful."
Only with magic weapons can we gain a firm foothold in the sea of demons. Magic weapons are only external objects after all, and cultivation is the foundation."
What Qin Sang said was true. The skinny old man chuckled and said nothing more.
At this time, Qin Sang was holding the Ten Directions Yama Banner in his hand, with a wisp of Nine Nether Demon Fire twining around his fingertips, and his expression was as usual.
But at this time, he was filled with doubts.
Just when he had just laid out the Ten Directions Yama Banners and secretly activated the Nine Nether Demonic Fire, he found that the Nine Nether Demonic Fire was different than before. It seemed that he had sensed something, and there were some signs of restlessness.
He has had the Nine Nether Demonic Fire for so long, and this is the first time such signs have appeared.
Qin Sang curled his fingers and tried his best to comfort him, but the Nine Nether Demonic Fire still could not be completely calmed down. This feeling was not that of the same kind of excitement, but rather as if he had met an opponent and couldn't wait to destroy him.
In the past, Qin Sang had encountered an opponent of Yushi Linghuo, and the one with the highest level of cultivation was the Jin Dan from the Qingyang Demon Sect.
This man practiced Qingyang Demonic Fire, and Qin Sang sent Jiuyou Demonic Fire to fight him. This situation did not occur at that time.
Is it because he is too weak and Jiuyou Demon Fire looks down on him?
“Is there some kind of spiritual fire hidden deep in the cold mist, which is more powerful than the mysterious Qingyang Demonic Fire?”
Qin Sang muttered to himself, "Will these powerful spiritual fires sense each other's presence when they get close? It's a pity that when I sneaked into the Qingyang Demon Sect, I didn't bring the Shifang Yama Banner in, otherwise the Qingyang Demon Sect's
The Ancestral Holy Fire should be able to arouse the interest of the Nine Nether Demonic Fire, and it can be verified at that time..."
Thinking of this, Qin Sang's face froze and he stared at the end of the cave, his eyes flickering.
If there really is a spiritual fire that is no less powerful than the ancestral holy fire hidden deep in the cave, it is no wonder that even the animal skin of the great demon in the transformation stage corrodes so quickly.
But similarly, this kind of dragon pond and tiger den is definitely not something that monks like them in the alchemy stage can break into without permission.
“What is this person hiding?”
Qin Sang didn't believe that the pudgy monk would honestly tell him everything he knew. He must be hiding something, but it might not be the spiritual fire.
Facing such a level of power, no method can be used. The short and fat monk himself has also followed. If he dares to have his thoughts on the spiritual fire, he cannot escape.
But Qin Sang is still not sure whether his guess is correct. The Nine Nether Demonic Fire is a dead thing and cannot provide him with clear information.
“Now it seems that the power of the cold mist is acceptable. Let’s see what the first level of restrictions in the cave is like.”
Qin Sang muttered to himself, becoming more vigilant and staring at the back of the short and fat monk, ready to activate the secret talisman at any time.