Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

No one left

No one spoke, everyone was waiting silently.

There was no need to say much, everyone knew what they were waiting for.

Everyone is waiting for a result that will affect whether they stay or go, so no one will choose to leave at this time.

The atmosphere at the scene also became silent. While everyone was waiting, various lights flashed in their eyes. It was obvious that they all had their own plans in mind!

Wei Hong took this opportunity to observe the people around him, taking in the expressions and reactions of many people.

Just like that, in this silent atmosphere, everyone waited longer and longer.

Gradually, many people could not help but start talking in low voices, their expressions were filled with anxiety, and the disappointment on their faces became more and more obvious.

After waiting for two hours, there was still no news or information coming back. Those who left the market seemed to have disappeared without a trace after leaving.

At this time, a stall owner who was somewhat familiar to Wei Hong couldn't help but stand up and said, "We've been waiting for so long but there's still no news. Are we just going to keep waiting like this?"

"They wouldn't just leave after getting out of the strange fog, right? Maybe they didn't even think of us at all?" another person couldn't help but speculate maliciously.

"Since you can't trust others, why don't you go out and try it yourself?"

A young monk couldn't stand it and immediately opened his mouth to refute.

This statement did not receive any response from anyone, because these people knew very well that there had been no news since those who had left the market before. It was definitely not because they had gotten out of the strange fog, but more likely that they had encountered trouble, so no news was sent back.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to continue to enter the strange fog?

For a moment, a feeling of panic and anxiety began to spread in the market.

Faced with the mysterious, unknown and dangerous fog, no one dares to act rashly.

After all, at least you can stay alive if you stay in the market, but it is not certain if you break into the strange fog. Maybe you can really get out, or you may be swallowed by the weirdness in the next moment.

However, just as everyone was panicking, a streak of yellow light suddenly appeared above the market town.

Such a conspicuous move immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Wei Hong also looked up and saw a young man wearing the standard inner sect robe of Qingyun Sect. He was standing on a yellow flying sword and looking down at the people below.

"Everyone, I am Fang Heng, an inner sect disciple of Qingyun Sect!"

The young foundation-building cultivator named Fang Heng paused for a moment, then continued, "Let me break through this strange fog now, just as I am exploring the way for you. If I can get out of the strange fog safely, I will send out a warning signal to inform you all."

"I have left a soul lamp. If I encounter any misfortune in the strange fog, the soul lamp will go out on its own. I hope you will take care of yourselves then!"

After saying that, Fang Heng flew out of the market on his sword, transformed into a streak of yellow light and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

It was not until this time that the monks in the market were in an uproar.

"What? Senior Fang is willing to explore the way for us? Senior Fang is so righteous!"

"Haha, thank you, Senior Fang. With your level of cultivation, it shouldn't be difficult for me to get out of the strange fog!"

"Senior Fang Hengfang in the Foundation Establishment Stage? Haha, it looks like we are saved, we are saved!"

"I didn't expect that Senior Fang would be so righteous. I am so grateful to him!"

Looking at Fang Heng's gradually receding back, countless cultivators immediately began to discuss with great gratitude.

At the same time, a glimmer of hope rose again in the hearts of these people.

After all, Fang Heng is a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and his strength is much stronger than those before him. Since he is willing to break into the strange fog to explore the way, the hope is naturally much greater.

For a moment, the monks who were originally panicked and a little uneasy became energetic, joy reappeared on their faces, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

It can be said that Fang Heng has now become their last hope.

As for why Fang Heng, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, chose to enter the strange fog at this time, the reason is actually very simple.

First, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator stationed in the Qingyun Mountain Market, he has the duty to protect the market. Now the market is trapped and tens of thousands of cultivators are in crisis. As the person with the highest cultivation level here, he naturally has to take the responsibility of exploring the way forward.

Second, Fang Heng was confident that he had a good cultivation level, and thought that even if he failed to break out of the strange fog, he should be able to retreat safely. Therefore, he wanted to give it a try, and if it failed, he would just return.

Leaving behind a soul lamp was actually to reassure everyone, as he didn't think that he would really die.

Just as everyone was discussing hopefully, an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect appeared among the crowd holding something in his hand.

When everyone saw this, they tactfully dispersed a little, leaving an area of ​​ten feet in the center empty for the outer disciple of Qingyun Sect.

It was because the man was holding a jade plate in his hand, and in the middle of the jade plate was a bronze lamp that looked very ordinary. The wick of the lamp was burning silently at this moment, allowing everyone to see at a glance the orange flame that was as thick as a thumb and rose three inches high.

And on the outside of this jade plate, there is a transparent lampshade, which is obviously used to prevent wind from blowing out the light.

Obviously, this light should be the soul lamp that Fang Heng mentioned.

"Is this Senior Fang's soul lamp?" someone asked cautiously.

"Not bad!"

The outer disciple of Qingyun Sect also carefully placed the jade plate on a specially brought wooden table, and then stood guard beside it without moving.

After getting a positive answer, everyone looked at the soul lamp with different eyes.

Wei Hong frowned slightly, and indeed he sensed a trace of spiritual energy from the soul lamp.

"Leaving behind soul lamps should be a common habit among all major sects, right?" Wei Hong thought secretly in his heart.

Whether a person is alive or dead can be determined by whether the soul lamp is burning or extinguished, so the sect usually lets the cultivators above the foundation-building stage leave a soul lamp, so as to judge the life and death of the cultivators in the sect.

Wei Hong secretly admired Senior Fang Heng in his heart. He actually dared to enter the strange fog at this time. No matter what his intentions were, at least his starting point was good.

But at the same time, he was not optimistic about Fang Heng's outcome. If the strange fog was really so easy to break through, why would so many cultivators be so terrified of it, and why would even the Qingyun Sect's Jindan Patriarch retreat back to the sect?

To be honest, Wei Hong even had a premonition that the soul lamp would go out soon.

"I hope it won't be what I expected!"

Wei Hong sighed secretly in his heart!