Chapter 1287 (1/2)

When Chu Yan stepped over the bronze door, he could not help frowning and muttering: ”why is the smoke so thick?”

In front of him, the smoke was rolling.

It's not the black smoke of evil, but the light smoke of burning straw and firewood.

It's just that the smoke has no temperature and it's not choking.

Otherwise, Chu Yan would definitely think that someone put a big fire here.

Although it won't make people cry, it's hard to see the scene clearly.

The people who came in before them in Chu Yan can no longer be seen.

Chu Yan said to wusilanma and Puyang, ”follow me closely...”

Voice did not fall, Chu Yan found, behind the two disappeared.

As soon as his eyes were fixed, Chu Yan's divine consciousness immediately spread.

When crossing the bronze gate, Chu Yan clearly felt that wusilanma and Puyang Yi were walking a step behind him.

And for a moment, he didn't feel the slightest movement of someone taking them away.

If someone can do it under the eyes of Chu Yan, then his realm and strength are absolutely far superior to Chu Yan.

In this case, there is no reason to let Chu Yan alone.

But now, wusilan Ma and Puyang Yi really disappeared in front of Chu Yan's eyes.

Even the divine sense can't catch their whereabouts.

As if the two men, behind him, disappeared out of thin air.

When he found that he could not find them, Chu Yan immediately backed away.

He remembered that after stepping into the bronze door, he had only taken five steps.

But at this time, he even stepped back, but still surrounded by the smoke.

The bronze door seemed to have disappeared.

He seems to be trapped in a strange space.

Around the smoke surging, as if there was a grimace inside, grinning at him.

Chu Yan slowly stood upright.

After the bronze door, there are some gateways.

The smog is really not ordinary fog.

At this time, since we don't know what means, we should start from the most basic.

First, make sure you're not in a fantasy.

Chu Yan's fingertips condensed a silk like aura, which slowly penetrated into the surrounding void.

The light luster of Lingqi silk thread reflected his face in the thick fog.

……

Li Mo, who was the first to rush in, had already found that the monks who followed him had disappeared.

”Oh, it's a simple array. Do you want to trap me?” With a sneer and a shake of his arm, Li Mo made a bow pulling and archery gesture in the air.

Golden light, showing a fierce momentum, in a flash, condensed into a bow and arrow in his hands.

”Through the clouds!”

A sharp drink, in his hands of the arrow, a blue light, from the arrow feather flow to the tip of the arrow.

A kind of oppression before the thunderstorm in midsummer suddenly appeared from the long arrow.

An arrow shot out into the fog.

At first, there was no change.

However, Li Mo's face was full of self-confidence without any confusion.

At the corner of his mouth, he even gave a sneer.

A moment later, it was like a surge of thunder.

A roar came from the deep fog in front of him.

Suddenly, the thick fog collapsed and dissipated, revealing a broken wall and a big hole.