And in the next second, the elders and disciples of the Bai Yanzong who had not yet stepped forward, and the feet of Han Miaoyi, also burst into gray and yellow light.

The light flickered, and the ground immediately sank down, like a whirlpool, sweeping all the monks on the ground into it.

"Wow!"

After being dragged into the ground, it is like entering an extremely smooth passage, sliding all the way down.

Fang Yu and Wujian are in front, Han Miaoyi and Bai Yanzong are behind.

The downward speed was extremely fast, and it didn't take long before Fang Yu and Wujian stepped heavily on the ground.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled noises echoed in a small space.

Fang Yu and Wujian walked forward immediately after landing, leaving room for the group of monks who were about to land.

"It's so small, this place should still be within a passage?" Fang Yu looked at both sides, his eyes flickering.

Where he is now, there are gray stone walls on both sides.

The passage itself is not big, it is circular, with a diameter of only about 20 meters, and the light is extremely dim.

Fang Yu originally thought that after being dragged down from above, he would directly enter the cemetery of Immortal King Tongtian, but he did not expect to fall into such a narrow passage.

"Bang bang bang..."

Han Miaoyi behind, and the group of elders and disciples of Bai Yanzong landed one after another.

"Why is this, is this the tomb of the fairy king?"

"No, there is nothing here..."

"I think we should continue to go deeper..."

The group of disciples was still very young, and had never entered such a place in the calendar training. At this moment, they seemed a little excited and curious, and they began to talk enthusiastically, and even walked to the side to touch the stone wall.

"Quiet! Don't touch anything here easily!"

Turning around incessantly, solemnly spread the voice with spiritual knowledge.

As a great elder, his majesty is still extremely high.

Even if these disciples are the direct disciples of the major elders of the Bai Yanzong, they have a very high status in the sect, but they dare not defy his orders.

With an order without interruption, the entire passage was immediately quiet.

Han Miaoyi walked to Fang Yu's side, looked around, and said to Fang Yu through his spiritual sense: "Brother Fang, after entering here, do you feel..."

"Well, I feel it, a very faint breath." Fang Yu replied with his eyes moving slightly, "and it is very rhythmic, sometimes weak and strong, it feels like..."

"It's like some kind of creature is breathing." Han Miaoyi said.

"Right." Fang Yu said with a wink in his eyes.

After entering this passage, apart from the sense of depression and suffocation in the entire passage, the strangest thing is the faint, sometimes strong and sometimes weak aura.

This breath is extremely subtle, and it cannot be captured without sufficient perception.

For example, the group of White Flame Sect cultivators in front of you, I am afraid they have no sense of this.

"Well, now that you are all down, let's go forward." Fang Yu said.

Afterwards, he and Han Miaoyi walked towards the front of the passage.

The cultivators of the White Flame Sect in the rear looked towards Wu Jian.

Looking at the backs of Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi in front of him, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he turned back and said: "We will follow them behind and keep a certain distance. If there is any danger ahead, they will encounter it first. We Have enough reaction time."

"Yes, just let those two guys go ahead and explore the way for us!" the second elder said unintentionally.

"Okay, let's follow it now. There must be danger here. You must be careful and remind each other." Wu Jian reminded again.

Then, following Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi, they began to walk forward.

In order to ensure that he could retreat in time when encountering danger, he deliberately kept a certain distance, and his pace was relatively slow.

"The cultivators are still quite clever, knowing that we should go ahead." Han Miaoyi, who was walking in front, said to Fang Yu.

"This is called being clever and overly cautious." Fang Yu replied.

The cultivators of Bai Yanzong had never trusted Fang Yu from beginning to end, nor had they considered him and Han Miaoyi as companions.

Fang Yu could naturally feel this.

Of course, he could understand the thoughts of Wujian or other cultivators of the White Flame Sect, after all, he and Han Miaoyi appeared suspiciously.

Furthermore, to Fang Yu, it didn't matter whether the cultivators of Bai Yanzong trusted him.

Anyway, they have already entered this so-called tomb of the fairy king, everything is unknown, and this group of white flame cultivators can't provide any valuable information.

Since they didn't want to be a companion with Fang Yu, there was no need to force it.

In the passage, Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi's steps were the same, neither fast nor slow.

In this narrow passage, without deliberately concealing the sound of footsteps, only the sound of footsteps reverberated.

The passage is not straight, but winding.

But the light in the passage was quite dim along the way, and it was difficult to see what was ahead with the naked eye.

And if you go forward through the divine sense, all you can see is the passage itself, nothing unusual.

"Elder, have we really entered the cemetery of Immortal King Tongtian? Why does this passage feel so long?" a disciple asked through voice transmission.