An hour later, Ling Luoyu suddenly stopped.

The people on both sides noticed something was wrong and quickly closed their bodies.

"What's wrong?"

"Has it been found?"

Ling Luoyu's torch circled in the air and pointed to Feng Chenglin's direction: "Don't you feel it?"

Feel?

What do you feel?

Feng Chenglin and Ding Temple were all focused on their attention, for fear of missing a trace of clues, so they didn't even have the thought of what they felt.

"The wind, there is no more wind..."

Ling Luoyu's torch shook again.

Only then did the two realize that the flame was straight up without shaking at all.

"On the way we were marching just now, the wind came from the fat man, but now there is no wind... something must be happening!"

Ling Luoyu turned around and looked behind him, his eyebrows slightly sank.

"Recalling carefully, do you find anything unusual?"

"Humidity..." Dingmiao breathed deeply: "It seems that it is not as wet as before."

Just now, everything was sticky and even my hair was stranded.

Now, although their feet are still muddy, they obviously feel that the air is much dry when they breathe.

Feng Chenglin suddenly realized: "Are we going to get out of the swamp?"

But looking around, there is still a swamp, and there is no difference.

"Maybe, we missed something..." Ling Luoyu held up the torch and walked on the way.

Feng Chenglin felt a little annoyed: "Let's just go straight, why bother to turn it back?"

"It's the place where the two formations are connected..." Dingmiao suddenly realized, suddenly took a breath and chased Ling Luoyu: "I understand, you suspect that we have entered another formation from one formation..."

"Formation?" Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment: "Aren't we in the space?"

In the space, is there a hairy array?

You, Changyang Zhenren, are so idle!

"Space is space, and formations are formations... formations can also be arranged in space. There is no conflict between the two!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

He also knew that there was no conflict, but he thought that Changyang Zhenren was really boring.

In my own space, I don’t know what formation I want to create!

Ling Luoyu stood still and looked down: "We don't know what the real person means, nor do we know what is going on right now, but what Ding Temple said is exactly what I doubt!"

On the surface, the place they are located is no different from the swamp just now.

Except for the sudden loss of wind.

But this sudden change may be the key.

It is also the key to getting rid of this current predicament!

Because a good space will never become two different worlds.

Unless someone deliberately cuts this space.

For such things, temple setting is an expert. He took the lead in using torches as a benchmark and quickly stepped forward.

When the torch was blown by the wind, his steps suddenly stopped.

"It's here!"

Feng Chenglin was intrigued and rushed over: "Have you found it?"

The sudden wind made the air much more comfortable.

“It’s really…”

Haha, he took a step back

The wind came to an abrupt end.

"interesting……"

He moved forward and backward a while ago and later, feeling the changes of the wind.

"What's going on?"

It seems incredible to say that he is a ghost.
Chapter completed!