Chapter two hundred and four undercurrents surging
Just to use this sword, the price paid was huge. At this time, the true energy in Lin Feng's body was completely disordered.
He has no ability to continue fighting and must recover as soon as possible, otherwise problems will easily arise.
Seeing Lin Feng's appearance, Xia Qinglan didn't dare to ask any more questions, she just hoped that Lin Feng would recover soon.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, and then circulated his dantian, allowing the true energy in his body to slowly flow.
Only then did he have the ability to move simply. His face was as pale as paper. He looked at Xia Qinglan and said, "Okay, there is no danger now. We still..."
Before he finished speaking, gray figures were pouring out one after another around the altar.
Xia Qinglan looked around and suddenly said with a pale face: "Ghost...Ghost!"
Looking down from mid-air, I could see a large number of gray ghosts coming towards the altar from all sides of the altar.
The number was probably in the thousands. Such a scene made both Xia Qinglan and Yan Nanshan look very ugly.
I originally thought that those gray ghosts had left, but I didn't expect that they all rushed over at this time.
Lin Feng, what should we do?" Xia Qinglan said anxiously.
She just wants to find a way to leave the altar quickly. If she stays here any longer, the three of them will definitely die.
Lin Feng saw the gray ghosts around the altar. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Retreat to the inside of the altar first. I'm afraid there's no way to break out by force."
Yan Nanshan was in better condition than the two of them at this time, looking at the ghost in the distance with twinkling eyes.
He looked at Lin Feng, who was recovering not far away, and Xia Qinglan beside him.
If I break out at this moment, I'm afraid there's still a chance.
If he stayed in this altar, he would probably die without rebirth. Yan Nanshan's mind became active.
He was thinking about leaving the two of them behind and breaking out on his own.
At this moment, Lin Feng opened his eyes and stood up and said: "Old man Yan, Qinglan is leaving, don't stay too long. Chen Er said that the way to survive is inside this altar."
Before he finished speaking, he walked directly towards the altar. Although his back was weak, his steps were firm.
When Yan Nanshan saw this, he gritted his teeth and followed Lin Feng towards the altar.
He didn't know if Lin Feng had guessed what he was thinking, but at this time, it was obvious that continuing to follow Lin Feng would have a better chance of survival.
The figures of the three people gradually disappeared into the altar.
"Boom!".
Suddenly, the altar shook, and the entire altar began to tremble, as if it was in danger of collapsing at any time.
Lin Feng and the other three felt the ground shaking and stopped one after another.
I saw that the big cauldron in the middle began to vibrate continuously.
The surface of the cauldron is full of cracks, as if it is about to collapse at any time.
"It's not good. I'm afraid this cauldron is going to collapse. Let's run away quickly." Lin Feng said.
At this time, Lin Feng remembered that when Zhang Shujiang died just now, the cauldron seemed to have absorbed Zhang Shujiang's soul after his death.
I'm afraid it was this change that caused the cauldron to begin to crack. It seemed that a terrifying existence was awakening in the cauldron.
Maybe the gray ghosts also sensed the changes in the cauldron, so they rushed up one after another.
It was just that it was too late to go out at this time. The already dense gray ghosts were already very close to them.
Even Lin Feng could clearly see the nearest gray ghost, the human face in the gray clothes.
The terror was like a wave, slowly but with infinite power, rushing toward them.
"Oops, we are surrounded." Lin Feng's face changed slightly. His consciousness had already explored and found that their surroundings were completely surrounded by gray ghosts.
Xia Qinglan's face was full of anxiety, but there was really nothing she could do. Lin Feng was already seriously injured.
No one can help them at this time.
Yan Nanshan's eyes were stern at this time, and he felt that he had suffered a big loss. Now that he was in such a situation, he was in a dilemma.
Lin Feng seemed to feel Yan Nanshan's gaze, raised his head and asked: "Master Yan, do you have any ideas?"
Yan Nanshan suddenly felt a thrill all over his body, feeling that Lin Feng had penetrated his heart.
At this time, Lin Feng's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, even though Lin Feng was seriously injured at this time, and both his momentum and the fluctuations of his true energy were far less than before.
But even so, when he saw Lin Feng's look in his eyes, Yan Nanshan still felt terrified, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't help but fall.
He had the illusion that if he had other intentions, the seemingly weak young man in front of him would be able to kill him with a sword immediately.
Thinking of this, Yan Nanshan couldn't help but laugh twice and responded to Lin Feng's gaze, but his evasive gaze seemed to be concealing his inner thoughts.
Gradually, Yan Nanshan suppressed his thoughts and lowered his head.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that when he first met Lin Feng, he was just a monk in the early stage of Qi Gathering Realm.
At that time, he was able to cut off his own foundation with one sword, and his entire cultivation was almost wasted.
It was also later in the bamboo hut that with the help of Lin Feng, he was able to restore his cultivation and take a step closer.
Yan Nanshan secretly cursed himself, why would he want to betray Lin Feng?
You know, Lin Feng is definitely a ruthless person.
You can't provoke people like Lin Feng, otherwise, you will definitely die without a burial place.
Lin Feng was not far away, looking pale and weak at Yan Nanshan's reaction. At the moment when no one noticed, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Although he is not old, he has indeed experienced a lot. Seeing the change in Yan Nanshan's expression, you can tell what Yan Nanshan has in mind.
However, it is best for this Yan Nanshan not to make any unusual movements, otherwise the frost sword energy buried in Yan Nanshan's body may kill him immediately.
As early as when Zhulinwu and Shen Lianjing restored Yan Nanshan's cultivation, the sword energy had already been planted in his body.
He is not a person who likes to control others, but he has to guard against others. If they get along well, Lin Feng will only slowly forget about this incident.
But if Yan Nanshan wants to take action against them in times of crisis, then Yan Nanshan may be seeking his own death.
But if they still have dissent at this point, that may be the real way to die.
Lin Feng stood up, with a confident smile on his face, and looked at Yan Nanshan and said seriously.
"Master Yan, I know this is difficult, but at this time, only if we work together can we have a chance of survival, so I hope that Master Yan can cooperate with me in the future."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Yan Nanshan smiled dryly. Looking at Lin Feng's bright smile now, he nodded quickly and said, "Brother Lin Feng, just ask."