บท 1128: Feng Zhi Cultivation Journey

The old man named Pang sucked in a breath of cold air, and fear appeared on his face. Cold air surrounded him, and he didn't even dare to spread out his divine sense. However, he was extremely familiar with this feeling and the cold air behind him.

He still couldn't forget that when they entered the Seven-Colored Realm for the second time, it was because of this thing that half of the fellow daoists were taken away. In front of this mysterious thing, they were like mortals and couldn't resist at all.

Other than Wang Lin, who could clearly see what was behind them due to his position, no one else could see.

"Remember not to spread your divine sense!" Cang Song's face was pale. He sent out his last divine sense and did not say a word. His body did not move, and even his eyes were tightly closed.

Before Wang Lin's eyes, a person appeared behind everyone.