Chapter 1428 Blood Mist Illusion

Yuan Cheng led Han Yu and the others into the Guangming Mine. At this time, the mine had been blocked by the Holy Land of Guangming.

Passing through a long and narrow cave, there is a huge underground world inside. There are houses, Lingyu splitting field, weapon refining field, ore smelting field and other areas. The Lingyu ore from the Guangming Vein is mined and transported here for one-time processing. The finished Lingyu will be transported back to the Holy Land of Light.

Normally, there is a lot of traffic here, and people work day and night, but this time it is so quiet that not even a ghost can be seen.

There are many mines extending into the mountains, which are the mines where Lingyu is mined.

Han Yu and the others walked halfway, and suddenly an old man in white robes walked out of one of the mines, which made everyone's minds tense.

Yuan Cheng quickly introduced: "This is my uncle Gui Yuan."

Guiyuan's eyes swept over several people, and finally fixed on Han Yu's face, his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and there was a faint sword energy in his pupils.

Han Yu was not afraid, and looked at him calmly.

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Han to come too!" Gui Yuan said in a deep voice, unable to tell whether it was happiness or worry.

"Come and have a look." Han Yu responded flatly. However, he became vigilant in the dark. Guiyuan Daoist's restrained aura made it hard for people to see his real cultivation, but from Yuan Cheng's title, one could guess that this person must be a semi-sage-level powerhouse and definitely a dangerous person.

Master Guiyuan withdrew his gaze, looked at Feng Langchong and said, "This must be the young master of the Feng Clan, right?"

Feng Langchong cupped his fists, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Feng Langchong, Feng Langchong, pay homage to Master Guiyuan!"

Master Guiyuan nodded, and said: "For the Feng Clan in Qianjie, the old man is like a thunderbolt, I hope Mr. Feng can relieve my worries!"

Feng Langchong felt a little uncomfortable. Master Guiyuan called Han Yu a Taoist friend, but he called him a son. There was obviously a huge difference in terms of seniority. But no matter how proud Feng Langchong was, he didn't dare to talk to Ban Sheng, and said confidently: "Don't worry, senior, we will definitely do our best."

"Well, please come with me!" Master Guiyuan glanced at Han Yu after speaking, then turned and walked towards the mine just now.

Feng Langchong took the lead and followed Guiyuan Zhenren, and Han Yu and the others followed behind Feng Langchong. Yuan Cheng walked side by side with Feng Langchong, constantly introducing them to the situation of the Guangming Mine. Behind them, seven experts from the Holy Land of Light followed. A total of fourteen people entered the mine.

"When the situation happened last time, blood spilled onto the surface of the mountain. At that time, the blood was so radiant that it was extremely terrifying. After three days, the blood slowly retreated into the mine veins, and now it has disappeared." Yuan Cheng Walk and talk.

Feng Langchong nodded, looked at Master Guiyuan and asked, "Senior Guiyuan, did you see the army crossing the blood river last time?"

"Yes." Master Guiyuan replied calmly, without looking back.

A look of displeasure appeared on Feng Langchong's face. After all, they were the helpers invited by the Holy Land of Guangming. As the manager of the Guangming Mine, Master Guiyuan's lukewarm attitude made Feng Langchong feel slighted.

In fact, according to the wishes of the Bright Holy Land, it is to ask the semi-holy experts of the Wind Clan to help. But the half-sage of the Wind Clan didn't want to make a move at all, so he sent Feng Langchong to bring someone to have a look, if he could solve it, he would solve it, and if he couldn't, he would go back.

Master Guiyuan was also very upset when he saw that only so few people were sent here. If he hadn't held on to a glimmer of hope, he might have left in a huff and didn't even bother to say hello.

Especially Han Yu, which made him very uncomfortable.

Within the mine veins, the mines are like dragons lying underground, intricate and intricate, it is like a new world isolated from the world.

Although the spiritual jade has been fully mined in the places he walked, the spiritual energy in the mine is still so thick that it is almost materialized, like clouds and mist passing by.

"Uncle Master was here that day, and saw the scene of the river of blood rolling and the army crossing." Yuan Cheng introduced when he walked to a corner.

When he came here, Master Guiyuan obviously slowed down a bit, and it could be seen that he was a little apprehensive. That day, he was the one who saw the terrifying scene here and was scared away.

Seeing the real Guiyuan like this, Feng Lang couldn't help curling his lips, and said rather flamboyantly: "Senior Guiyuan, as expected by the younger generation, what you saw that day should be an illusion."

"Illusion? Impossible!" Gui Yuan turned around and directly denied it.

The wind wave rushed up a few steps, touched the wall with his hands, and his hands were stained with wet soil, and said: "If those are real things, even if they recede, there will still be blood stains in the soil, but now not at all."

Master Guiyuan also dug some soil from the wall with his hands, put it on his nose and sniffed it carefully, and after sniffing, he showed a contemplative look, and said: "It is true that there is no smell of blood, but this does not mean it is an illusion. Back then, the old man saw it clearly, there would be no fakes."

Master Guiyuan is very sure, he doesn't believe that there is any illusion that can confuse his eyes.

Feng Langchong slapped the dirt off his hands, and said: "Senior, I don't know. The things buried in this spirit jade vein generally do not exceed four types, medicinal materials, weapons, corpses, and fake dead. What you see is true, could it be that there is an army buried in this vein? This is unrealistic. And since the army has already appeared, why did it retreat?"

Master Guiyuan pondered carefully what Feng Langchong said.

"Blood!" At this moment, Yuan Cheng's exclamation came.

Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction of his finger, only to see a wisp of red mist floating out of it, with a strong smell of blood. The blood is surging more and more, as if there is a pot inside, refining the blood.

Master Guiyuan involuntarily took a few steps back, with a look of fear on his face, he said: "It was like this that day, the blood mist was in front, the blood river was behind, thousands of troops came across the blood river!"

True Guiyuan's voice trembled a little, and he no longer had the bearing that a semi-holy man should have.

Feng Langchong only thought it was funny in his heart, that Tangtang Bansheng had the courage to be so small. Said: "Senior, what we see now is an illusion. If you don't believe me, close your eyes and smell it again. Does it smell like blood?"

Master Guiyuan followed his words, closed his eyes, and sniffed the smell carefully. As expected, the smell of blood was gone. When he opened his eyes again, when he saw the blood mist, he smelled the smell of blood again.

"This is just the simplest illusion. First confuse the eyes, and then evolve sensory perceptions such as smell and hearing through the eyes. As long as you close your eyes, there will be nothing, and the illusion will be shattered in an instant." Feng Langchong explained.