"That's not right!" Suddenly Qingsu stopped suddenly and looked up at that person.

"Sir, where are the others? Why are you the only one!?" There was a look of caution in her eyes.

"Everyone else is inside. I'll come back first and bring in more people." Zhang Rongfang replied quickly.

"May I ask, sir, if you have the token of my Songhe Temple!?" Qingsu asked in a deep voice.

"Is this it?" Zhang Rongfang quickly took out a dark green square token from his waist. It was engraved with a pine crane fluttering its wings and about to fly. There was also a huge golden character "Zhang" engraved in the middle.

Qing Su confirmed the token, and the vigilance in her eyes suddenly relaxed.

"Sorry, my subordinate was too cautious."

"It's okay. Bring someone to help quickly. It's too late and it's too late!" Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.

"yes!"

Qingsu quickly led the people into the canyon, and soon they were submerged in it.

The other side.

puff.

Zhang Rongfang stopped and turned around to look at the dozen or so panting old hunters behind him.

Everyone's face turned pale, and they ran wildly for more than half an hour. With his cultivation level and his strong physical strength comparable to worshiping a god, he could sustain himself without any trouble.

"Something's wrong. We've been running for so long and it's impossible that we haven't returned to the mouth of the canyon. So, something is affecting us."

He looked at Song Xinye and others.

"Sir, we have encountered ghosts hitting walls in the mountains and forests before. At this time, we usually blindfold ourselves and keep walking forward. Don't be afraid of hitting the wall. Just pretend. Then everyone will follow the blindfolded person and they will be able to

Out of the woods!"

An old hunter suggested.

It was also the first time that Zhang Rongfang came into contact with existences such as gods and Buddhas.

Compared with the real warriors worshiping gods and so on, the gods and Buddhas are illusory and no one has ever really come into contact with the entities.

He didn't have any good ideas for a while.

"You can try it."

Immediately, the old hunter volunteered, blindfolded and walked in the front.

A group of people followed him step by step.

Just tried it for more than ten minutes.

The old hunter was useless except for hitting his head full of bruises.

Everyone could only stay where they were.

laugh!

Suddenly there was a soft sound.

Zhang Rongfang took off a communication firework from his waist, lit it and shot straight into the sky.

Bang.

Fireworks exploded, vaguely illuminating a lot of fog.

"Are the fireworks useless?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

He had a bad feeling. If this went on for a long time, Qingsu at the mouth of the canyon would very likely bring people in for search and rescue. When the time came, he would probably sink deeper and deeper!

"Wait for me here." He looked around, then reached out and stabbed the mountain wall on the right.

Pfft.

His palms and forearms actually pierced the rock wall, like nails, piercing into it.

Then he stabbed upward with his other hand, just like another nail piercing the rock wall.

Just like this, Zhang Rongfang quickly climbed up the rock wall.

After only climbing for more than ten minutes, he suddenly felt something was wrong and looked up.

It was still foggy above.

And below.

Below is an invisible sea of ​​fog.

He was just hanging in the air, unable to go up or down.

"At my speed, even if it is a three-thousand-meter rock wall, I should have reached the top, but now I still have no trace."

Zhang Rongfang remembered that before coming here, he had roughly estimated the height of the rock walls on both sides of the canyon.

Not that high.

Immediately, he quickly pulled out his arm and let his body fall rapidly.

Every once in a while, thrust your arm out suddenly to slow down.

Bang!

He returned to the ground again.

As expected, Song Xinye and others disappeared again.

"I don't believe it!" Zhang Rongfang felt a little aggrieved. He didn't even see anyone for so long, and the people he brought with him also got separated from him.

His hand slowly touched a larger fanny pack on his lower back.

"I advise you not to mess around." Suddenly a tired male voice came from behind Zhang Rongfang.

"Who!?" Zhang Rongfang turned around quickly. Through the fog, he could only see a hazy figure, approaching him quickly.

This weird mist completely blocked his powerful five senses. Even his dark-light vision couldn't break through.

"My name is Xue Tong." The man stopped when he was still five meters away from Zhang Rongfang.

"I was attracted by the fireworks you just put on. It seems like no one has come here for many years."

"What do you mean? Is it difficult to get in here?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the person carefully through the fog.

This man who calls himself Xue Tong is only about 1.7 meters tall, with long hair hanging messily behind him, like a black blanket on his back.

The clothes on my body were vaguely dirty and torn. I don't know how long they had not been mended or washed.

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Just getting closer, Zhang Rongfang could smell the stench.

It was the smell of feces, urine, sweat, mixed with the smell of rotten clothes.

"Who are you?" Xue Tong was also looking at Zhang Rongfang at this time, "Why did you come in here? I remember that I ordered a long time ago that strangers are not allowed to enter here."

"I'm Zhang Ying, who lives in nearby Wushan Mansion. I heard about the weirdness of the canyon here, so I brought someone here to investigate. I didn't expect it."

Zhang Rongfang briefly introduced himself.

"You shouldn't have brought people in. Besides, it stands to reason that you can't get in either." Xue Tong shook his head. "It's fine now, and you can't get out either. It's even harder for me to get out. When there are more people, her The strength is stronger again.”

"Her power? Who is she?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. It was obvious that the person in front of him was by no means a simple character.

"She is her, the Wishing Girl, some people also call her Manata. The secret god of the Tantric Cult who was wiped out many years ago." Xue Tong answered simply.

"Is there really a god?!"

Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes. Although he had always speculated before, at this moment, he could hear it from other people's mouths with his own ears, and he could feel an inexplicable shock.

"Of course. I used to write books on this aspect when I was in Taoism. Unfortunately, something happened at that time. I was tricked and trapped here." Xue Tong sighed.

"I reflected on it for a long time. I felt that I didn't understand many things, human nature, and things, so I changed my name to Xue Tong."

"Dao Dao Sect?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned. He didn't expect to meet someone from a sect when he got here?

And it seems that the other party has been trapped here for many years.

"May I ask which Taoist sect this Taoist brother comes from?" Zhang Rongfang was half-convinced. He quickly formed seals with his hands, creating two special handprints that were unique in literary arts.

“Huh?”

"Are you really a Taoist cultist!?" He suddenly looked surprised.

Zhang Rongfang was also pleasantly surprised.

"Junior Tianbao Palace Daozi Zhang Ying! I have met my senior! My master Yue Dewen, do you know your senior's Taoist name?"

Since we are from the same sect, it is true that we should quickly establish a relationship.

"Daozi?" Xue Tong immediately took a step closer, revealing a face that was extremely familiar to Zhang Rongfang.

The face was full of astonishment.

"How could your master be Yue Dewen?! This is impossible!"

Zhang Rongfang felt vaguely that something was wrong.
To be continued...