The original Immortal Palace ruins had two levels. The first level was the foothills and mountainside of the ruins.
Then there was a white mist, and in the white mist was the formation. Through the white mist, we came to the second layer of the ruins.
But at this moment, Feng Lin and Feng Youfu walked out of the palace, and everything around them was filled with white mist.
Except for the palace where they were located, everything outside could not be seen clearly.
"Uncle, this is the Immortal Palace. Now it seems that their ruins have been opened, allowing people from the Sun Clan to come in, and then activate the protective formation in the ruins."
Feng Lin looked at Feng Youfu beside him and said with a smile.
Feng Youfu took out a bottle of white wine from his space ring, took a sip, and walked to the edge of the cliff.
Beyond the cliff, there is an invisible white mist.
He raised his hand and touched the white mist. After feeling it for a while, he said: "This formation is quite advanced and should belong to the ancient formation."
"It's true, I heard Qian Jixiang say it."
Feng Lin nodded.
"You can do whatever you want, I need to study it."
Feng Youfu turned around and walked towards the stone table here. He put the wine bottle on the stone table, took off his short sleeves and was shirtless.
Exposing his skinny upper body.
"Uncle, what are you planning to do?" Feng Lin asked curiously.
"What? I can't take off my clothes because I'm hot?" Feng Youfu asked.
"Okay, okay, I thought you had some special meaning, so I took off my shirt."
Feng Lin smiled awkwardly.
"I'm shirtless all the time at home and I'm not used to wearing clothes, especially when I'm going to be busy."
Feng Youfu put his short sleeves into the space ring and reached for the wine bottle on the stone table.
"Um?"
Feng Youfu's face was startled, he put his hand on the stone table, and then nodded gently, "You have nothing to do here, I will strengthen the formation here."
"Where am I going? Do I dare to go directly into the thick fog?"
Feng Lin asked with a smile.
"No, the deeper the formation is, the stronger it should be. It will take me some time to fully understand this formation. If you enter the dense fog nearby, I can't help you."
Feng Youfu looked at Feng Lin, "If you really have nowhere to go, just wait here. I'll study the formation here first. It should be done soon."
"good."
Feng Lin said with a smile, "I just want to learn from my uncle."
"It's just a lesson. I only know a little bit."
Feng Youfu took another sip of wine and sat on the stone bench. Earthy-yellow runes gradually appeared around his body.
These runes did not form a circle, nor were they punched out.
But just like Xu Xianfan back then, all the runes were attached to his body.
"If nothing else, this stone table controls several formations in the ruins."
Feng Youfu looked down at the stone table and said.
"Well, I remember that back then, the formation masters here could see other images in the ruins through the stone table."
Feng Lin remembered what Yang Xiuyuan did before.
"Okay, don't disturb me."
As Feng Youfu spoke, he closed his eyes, and the rune marks on his body kept alternating.
Feng Lin stood aside and watched, and found that Feng Youfu's formation seemed to be very high-end. He watched it for a long time and found that he couldn't understand it.
From time to time, Feng Youfu picked up the liquor next to him and took a sip.
Feng Lin waited here quietly. Finally, he lost his composure and said, "Uncle, I'm a little worried about them. How about I go in and take a look at the formation?"
"Yes, but don't enter here. You enter from the entrance of the ruins."
As he spoke, Feng Youfu raised his hand and waved to Feng Lin, "Come here."
Feng Lin walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Let me mark you so I can roughly know your location."
Feng Youfu grabbed Feng Lin's hand.
A rune on his body moved along his arm, and finally landed on Feng Lin's palm.
Feng Lin looked at the mark on his palm. It was a symbol, not a word.
"Then I'm leaving, uncle, please be careful."
Feng Lin waved his hand to Feng Youfu and returned to the palace.
He used the formation here to move to the ruins with the rushing water, and then he asked Ye Yourong to transform into a black robe.
Then sneak out of this ruins.
You must be careful about this ruin with flowing water. If people from the Sun Clan know about it, the Immortal Palace may be doomed.
After leaving the entrance to the ruins, Feng Lin came out of a hill. He sensed his surroundings and found that there were no masters nearby.
So, he immediately left the area.
After leaving this area, Feng Lin exploded with energy and flew into the sky.
He found that there were still many people's auras over the ruins of the Immortal Palace, so he moved closer there.
Arriving near the Immortal Palace, Feng Lin found some eighth- and ninth-level masters outside.
However, from the appearance, some of them are not from the Sun Clan. It seems that during this period, many people from the Sun Clan have taken refuge.
Suddenly, Feng Lin's eyes narrowed and he discovered that the leader of this group of people was Sang Mingfeng.
He showed a faint smile. He hadn't seen this old enemy for a long time.
I didn't expect to meet him here.
Feng Lin walked there step by step, and everyone there noticed Feng Lin, a man in black robe.
One of the masters from the Sun Clan stopped Feng Lin and asked, "Who are you? The black robe has been taken off!"
Sang Mingfeng, who was in the distance, also heard the sound here. He came over and said, "Who is it? Our Sun Clan is attacking the Immortal Palace. If you don't want to die, get out now!"
Feng Lin patted Ye Yourong. Ye Yourong understood and transformed into a coat again.
"It's you! Feng Lin!"
Sang Mingfeng's face suddenly darkened, "It seems that your relationship with Immortal Palace is quite close!"
"You are overthinking. I have nothing to do with them. I just came here to watch the fun. I didn't expect that I happened to meet you."
Feng Lin smiled and said, "Come on, let's continue the battle we didn't finish last time."
Of course Sang Mingfeng knew that Feng Lin had made sudden advances recently, especially since he had dared to directly attack the Sun Clan's interior.
He has fought against Fen Haijiao and Fen Mu, and his ability to survive is enough to illustrate his own abilities.
"What are you doing standing still? Come on! He is a seventh-level Dacheng, and he is no match for you!"
Sang Mingfeng shouted to the many experts around him.
Everyone here had also heard of Feng Lin's name. They looked at each other and did not take action immediately.
"You still won't take action? Then I will kill you! Since you have taken refuge in our Sun Clan and won't do anything for us, what use are you to us?"
Sang Mingfeng roared angrily.
"Come on! He is only a Dacheng seventh level, and there are so many of us."
"That's right! We have about ten perfect ninth-level masters."
…
Everyone here started to cheer themselves up.
Boom!
They all burst out with energy and attacked Feng Lin.
brush!
Feng Lin's figure was like lightning, passing through them all in an instant and appearing in front of Sang Mingfeng.
Swish, brush, brush!
In the area behind him, dense sword energy suddenly appeared, and those people were all torn apart in an instant, including the ground under their feet.
When the remaining people saw this, they were so frightened that they couldn't breathe and quickly fled in all directions.
Sang Mingfeng's eyes were wide open, and his jaw was shaking from side to side in shock.