"Many thanks for the warning, Fellow Daoist." Lu Xiaotian remained impassive, but thought to himself, It seems these two aren't as united as they appear, either. The green-eyed old man is more driven by selfish motives, while the Yin-Yang Lame Freak clearly values the treasures in this ancient tomb more.
Lu Xiaotian moved his feet and entered the Turbid Yin Phosphorus Fire as well.
A frenzied, frigid aura surged over with the Turbid Yin Phosphorus Fire, like mountains roaring and seas howling. Within the ghostly green phosphorescent flames, almost like will-o'-the-wisps, no one knew how many resentful spirits, lone souls, and wandering ghosts were hidden.
With a stir of Lu Xiaotian's divine sense, the Fanluo Spiritfire within his body flared up. The sinister Turbid Yin Spiritfire was naturally forced away from his body.
However, after entering the passage behind the tombstone, all he could see was the roiling Turbid Yin Phosphorus Fire in every direction, with no end in sight. The divine-sense attacks formed by countless resentful spirits within the phosphorescent flames were no small matter either. The green-eyed old man and the Yin-Yang Lame Freak cultivated this path, and seemed to be far less affected by the divine-sense attacks formed from those resentful spirits.
Lu Xiaotian let out a cold laugh. Do they really think I'm easy to bully? His lips parted slightly, and a strand of ancient, obscure Sanskrit emerged, transforming into a peaceful sound that lingered all around them. The resentful spirits and soul-ghosts touched by the sound waves all shrieked and retreated. It was the auxiliary cultivation art Lu Xiaotian had practiced, the Purifying Heart Mantra of Brahma Voice. It was perfectly suited for dealing with this sort of sinister attack without a physical form.
The green-eyed old man secretly glanced at Lu Xiaotian and thought,