"The fog here is starting to change! Everyone, be careful!" Dabai followed beside Luo Yunji, reminding everyone.
"I need to rest for a while so I can deal with whatever danger may appear later," the Monk Yin Spirit said to Zhang Xiaofan with a smile.
Zhang Xiaofan nodded to it, pulled the "Jiemo Bead" from his neck, pressed his palms together, and held it between them. As spiritual power drove it, a golden swastika seal appeared behind him. Golden light immediately blazed, replacing the Monk's Buddhist light.
This was the first time Old Ancestor Fengyue had seen Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Azure Clouds, use a Buddhist technique, and he only felt the world was far too mysterious. He turned to glance at Tian Buyi and the Ghost King, whose faces showed no surprise, and at once wondered if he himself was just ignorant and ill-informed.
Zhang Xiaofan had to focus on maintaining the Buddhist art, so He Dazhi reached out and grabbed Luo Yunji by the arm, pulling him down beside him in case anything happened to him.
Compared with the danger they were about to encounter, he was even more worried about the trouble this Little Junior Brother of theirs might cause.
After crossing the giant rock, everyone clearly felt the temperature around them plummet. Tian Buyi sensed it carefully and discovered that this was not because of the air temperature, but rather a chill felt in the soul, creating an illusion in the body.
Faced with this unknown condition that could directly affect the soul, Tian Buyi and the others grew increasingly vigilant. It could be said they had practically no experience at all in this regard.
As for Dabai and the others, aside from that itinerant cultivator making a few moves and the Monk using protective