And in the next second, the elders and disciples of the Baiyan Sect who had not yet walked forward, as well as Han Miaoyi's feet, also burst into a gray-yellow light.
The light flashed, and the ground immediately sank down, like a whirlpool, sweeping all the monks on the ground into it.
"Swoosh!"
After being dragged into the ground, it was like entering an extremely smooth passage, sliding downwards.
Fang Yu and Wujian are in front, Han Miaoyi and the group of monks of Baiyan Sect are in back.
The downward speed was extremely fast. Not long after, Fang Yu and Wujian stepped heavily on the ground.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled sounds echoed in a narrow space.
Fang Yu and Wujian immediately walked forward after landing, leaving room for the group of monks who were about to land behind.
"It's so narrow, it should be in a passage here?" Fang Yu looked at both sides, his eyes flashing.
Where he is now, there are gray stone walls on both sides.
The channel itself is not big, it is circular, with a diameter of only about twenty meters, and the light is extremely dim.
Fang Yu originally thought that after being pulled down from above, he would directly enter the cemetery of Tongtian Immortal King, but he did not expect to fall into such a narrow passage.
"Bang bang bang..."
Han Miaoyi, as well as the elders and disciples of the Baiyan Sect, landed one after another.
"Why is this the tomb of the Immortal King?"
"No, there's nothing here..."
"I think I should continue to go deeper..."
The group of disciples had little experience and had never entered such a place in the past. At this moment, they seemed a little excited and curious, and began to talk enthusiastically, and even walked aside to touch the stone wall.
"Silence! Don't touch anything here easily!"
Wujian turned around and seriously used his spiritual consciousness to transmit the voice.
As a great elder, his majesty is still extremely high.
Even though these disciples are personal disciples of the major elders of the White Flame Sect and have a very high status in the sect, they dare not disobey his orders.
With a command from Wujian, the entire passage immediately became quiet.
Han Miaoyi walked to Fang Yu's side, looked around, and said to Fang Yu through her spiritual sense: "Brother Fang, have you felt it after entering here..."
"Well, I felt a very weak breath." Fang Yu replied with a slightly moving eyes, "And it is very rhythmic, sometimes weak and sometimes strong, it feels like..."
"It's like some kind of creature is breathing." Han Miaoyi said.
"Yes." Fang Yu said with a stern look.
After entering this passage, in addition to the depression and suffocation in the entire passage, the most strange thing is the breath that appears and disappears, is sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
This aura is extremely subtle and cannot be captured without sufficient perception.
For example, the group of White Flame Sect cultivators in front of you may have no sense of this.
"Okay, since you've all come down, then go forward." Fang Yu said.
Then, he and Han Miaoyi walked towards the front of the passage.
The White Flame Sect monks behind were looking at Wujian.
Wu Jian looked at the backs of Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi in front of him, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He turned around and sent a message: "We will follow them and keep a certain distance. If there is any danger ahead, they will encounter it first. We
Have enough reaction time.”
"Yes, let those two guys walk ahead and explore the way for us!" said the second elder Wuxin.
"Okay, let's follow us now. There must be danger here. You must be careful and help each other to remind each other." Wu Jian reminded him again.
Then, he followed Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi and began to walk forward.
In order to ensure that he could retreat in time when encountering danger, he deliberately kept a certain distance and his pace was relatively slow.
"Those monks are quite smart and know that we can walk ahead." Han Miaoyi, who was walking in front, said to Fang Yu.
"This is called being smart and being too cautious." Fang Yu replied.
The Baiyan Sect’s monks never trusted Fang Yu from beginning to end, nor did they think of him and Han Miaoyi as companions.
Fang Yu could naturally feel this.
Of course, he could understand the thoughts of Wujian or other monks of Baiyan Sect, after all, he and Han Miaoyi appeared very suspiciously.
Furthermore, for Fang Yu, it doesn’t matter whether the monks of the White Flame Sect trust him.
Anyway, they have already entered this so-called tomb of the Immortal King, everything is unknown, and this group of White Flame Sect monks cannot provide any valuable information.
Since they don’t want to be companions with Fang Yu, there is no need to force them.
In the passage, Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi's steps were the same, neither fast nor slow.
In this narrow passage, without deliberately hiding the footsteps, only the sound of footsteps echoes.
The passage is not straight, but winding.
But the light in the channel along the way is quite dim, and it is difficult to see clearly what is ahead with the naked eye.
And through the spiritual consciousness, all you can see is this channel itself, and there is no abnormality.
"Great Elder, have we really entered the cemetery of the Tongtian Immortal King? Why does this passage feel so long?" a disciple asked in a voice.