Several people looked at Xiang Yang's back.

He didn't hesitate and walked directly into it.ωωw..net

The cold mountain wind blew in my face, chilling my heart.

"drop--!"

The instrument hanging on the waist of one of the night watchmen made a soft sound and began to operate.

The institute's latest divine breath detection device can detect the surrounding divine breath concentration.

"There really is some spiritual energy left."

The team member picked up the instrument and confirmed it, "General Fang, we may need to go deep into the mountains."

"good."

Xiang Yang had no objection.

After losing the divine objects, Jingshan's copying ability has dropped a lot.

After everyone entered, it didn't take long for the clones to rush out, but they were barely able to reach the fourth level. After they were broken up, no new ones were born.

"here."

After advancing a certain distance, Xiang Yang made a movement and flew towards somewhere to attack.

Gray-white fireworks burned on his fist, and when he fanned forward, the fire suddenly erupted, covering the front.

"There is... divine breath ahead."

The detector's detection results came belatedly.

"As expected of General Fang."

Several people were quite surprised.

The senses are so sharp that if the instrument wants to catch up to General Fang's current level, I'm afraid it will have to work harder for a while.

As for them... they were completely unaware of the divine aura.

The flames that could kill the gods swept through, and the weak aura in the air could not escape.

Xiangyang leads the way, purifying as he goes.

"It's less than expected," he said. "It seems like there shouldn't be a second divine object in Jingshan."

"No, it's not a good thing." The team members echoed, "One divine object will cause losses to Dazhou. If there is another one, we will be busy again."

"In short, everyone should be careful and be vigilant not to be contaminated by this special energy."

Xiang Yang reminded, "Jiang Zhan will have a special purification method. Believe me, you absolutely don't want to experience what it feels like."

The team members were nervous.

"Hey, there is..." Suddenly a team member looked towards the mountain wall.

Hearing this, everyone looked around.

I saw a huge crater in the middle of the cliff not far away, with dense cracks spreading out in all directions, and a few wisps of dark color left by an unknown liquid.

Xiang Yang glanced at it and then looked away.

"Well, when I first entered Jingshan Mountain, the traces left by my battle with the clone."

As he spoke, he pointed forward, "At that time, we were fighting and fighting from here to there."

"The gravel here was splashed out at that time, and there are these fallen trees..."

As everyone moved forward, the traces of the battle became more and more obvious.

The rocks are broken and the earth is cracked.

The traces left by the battle seemed to bring everyone's thoughts back to that day.

The huge mountain range was torn apart by the beating, and it was unreal when you were on the outside. The further you went in, the more terrifying you became aware of the battle.

Xiang Yang's record is concentrated in the abyss, and the team has never seen him use his full strength in the big week.

Seeing this messy scene really makes one's scalp numb.

As you go inward, the terrain begins to shrink and change, with the peaks on both sides shrinking, leaving a long and narrow road in the middle.

The towering mountain walls squeezed the sky above our heads, and when we raised our heads, we could barely see a small area.

The standard Yixiantian terrain is not far from the place where the divine items were originally stored.

But what really ruins the aesthetics is that the right half of the canyon has been hammered into pieces by a third, making it significantly shorter than the left.

Starting from the first line of sky, the concentration of divine energy here has risen to a higher level, and the color of the instrument has changed to yellow, which represents danger warning.

"Let's stop here." Fang Yang said.

Several team members were stunned, "General Fang?"

"I have a high level and special abilities. Just leave the purification to me. You can wait outside Jingshan."

"This..." Several people looked at each other.

"Why are you hesitating? If you are really in danger, can you hold on longer than me?" Xiang Yang smiled, "Go out and wait. If there is danger or special circumstances, I will call you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the instrument on his waist.

"Of course, if I don't notify you, there is no need to force in for support."

"I have a hunch that if we go further in, we might experience a battle."

Several team members were silent for a moment, looking at each other, either continuing to move forward or turning around and leaving.

"General Fang...this is inappropriate..."

"There's nothing inappropriate. Go ahead and wait outside. Mr. Ye should have told you that Jingshan is very dangerous." Fang Yang smiled again.

Several people were silent again.

After a while, they no longer insisted, "General Fang, let's wait outside. If there is anything unusual, please send us a message in time."

"Yes." Fang Yang nodded.

Watching several people move away until they disappeared from sight, he turned his head again.

The expression on his face did not change much, or in other words, the color in his eyes became calmer.

He stretched out his palms and swayed them gently as the wind blew.

The next second, my heart pounded.

A circle of air waves spread out in all directions!

A circle of gray-white flames suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the fire burned in his palms.

Then throw it forward.

boom--!

The fire suddenly ignited, burning the breath in front of him.

Xiang Yang quietly stared at the burning flames.

After a while, the fire gradually faded, and he stepped forward slowly.

The divine aura was almost burned away, and the few remaining wisps of breath were like the last wisp of smoke left in a cigarette.

Xiang Yang stretched out his index finger and flicked it lightly, and the broken aura rushed towards him, lingering on his fingertips for a moment before completely dissipating.

He felt it carefully for a moment and moved on.

The flames rise, and the divine breath remains.

Xiang Yang repeated this action continuously, going deeper and deeper into the mountains.

The silver trees and rocks are like mirrors of different shapes, reflecting his resolute face.

While walking and purifying, Xiang Yang picked up a weed.

Silver-white weeds grow with a layer of light, complex and mysterious texture.

His fingers gently traced the lines.

If you look at it with a magnifying glass... no, a microscope, you will find that the texture seems to be alive, attacking the skin of his fingertips.

With every attack, a tiny trace penetrates the skin and enters the body.

“Can even weeds cause contamination and infestation?”

Xiang Yang murmured to himself and thought, "As long as you come into contact with it, you may be contaminated."

"Unknowingly changing the form of a creature. This kind of parasitic ability is far superior to that of ghost species, and it is more hidden and unsolvable."

"No no, they are different."

"The ghost species is more appropriately described as parasitic. Divine breath and divine patterns are a kind of assimilation pollution with strong aggressiveness."

"It's really a mysterious and powerful race that makes people fear."
To be continued...