As he spoke, he took out the strange black stone from the storage ring.
Suddenly, an inexplicable aura spread throughout the secret room. The Lord of Guiyuan City's eyelids jumped and he asked in surprise: "Where did you get this thing from?"
As he spoke, he lifted up his hand and took the strange black stone in his hand.
He was seen looking at her with a frown on his face, and at the same time, his hands were infused with spiritual light. After a while, his expression became solemn, and at the same time, he returned the hand to Feng Qingyang.
"You must take good care of this thing. Even I have never seen it before. I am afraid..."
"I'm afraid this is not something from this world."
After coming back to his senses, he looked at Feng Qingyang with burning eyes and asked, "Have you ever entered Tianzi No. 8?"
Seeing that he didn't answer, he immediately understood what was going on, so he continued, "Now that the secret realm is about to open, the restricted area is extremely unstable. If you want to go in, just wait for three months."
After a pause, he continued, "You must remember not to let anyone know about this black stone, otherwise, it will definitely bring disaster to you."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang nodded in understanding. He also knew that wealth should not be revealed to others. Moreover, after being reminded by the Lord of Guiyuan City, he naturally took great care.
I was thinking, three months is not a long time, but it is not short either, I thought I could use this time to go to the Dark Night Ghost Market. So I turned around and was about to walk out.
“Wait…” Seeing that he was about to leave, the Lord of Guiyuan City suddenly stopped him.
"What's wrong?" He turned around and looked at the Lord of Guiyuan City in confusion.
The Lord of Guiyuan City looked a little embarrassed and said, "You have nothing to do in the next three months, so why don't you help me do something?"
Then, without waiting for Feng Qingyang to answer, he explained the whole matter clearly.
It turned out that although Guiyuan City was powerful, it was far behind the ten major sects of the righteous path. After all, it was just an outsider, and it was not easy for it to grow so strong between the two major sects.
It is said that a large Yinling Spring was discovered on the edge of Guiyuan City's jurisdiction. It was originally under the jurisdiction of Guiyu Guiyuan City, but was occupied by the two super sects, Maoshan Zhengtian Sect and Taixuan Sect.
The reason was simple: it was the agreement he signed last time with Gui Ming of the Ghost King Sect to stop the people from the ten major sects. The agreement was that Guiyuan City would give up the Yinling Spring.
However, how could he agree to this, considering the temper of the Lord of Yiguiyuan City? So after repeated negotiations, several major sects simultaneously stipulated that the ownership of the Yinling Spring this time would be determined by their disciples, and the Jindan masters were not allowed to take action, otherwise they would be attacked by everyone.
However, although Guiyuan City looks huge, it is actually a group of motley crowd, most of whom are independent cultivators who have fled here from the world of cultivation.
Although he had an army, it was not systematized. If he went forward to compete with the major sects, he would surely lose miserably. Therefore, he set his sights on Feng Qingyang.
Not only is he young, but he is also extremely powerful. Even Lu Xun, the number one in Taixuan, is no match for him. So, if he leads the team, it will be easy to capture the enemy.
"There is a black-armored army in Guiyuan City. How about ordering them to be the commander-in-chief this time? Command 500 cultivators in the early stage of foundation building and go to occupy the Yinling Spring."
After a pause, he continued: "If you can get the Yinling Spring, your cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort."
Hearing this, his heart suddenly moved. He was not interested in anything like commanding so many people, but the Yin Lingquan piqued his interest.
His current cultivation level is at the peak of the early stage of wandering corpse, and he is almost able to advance to the middle stage of wandering corpse. By then, I am afraid that his strength will more than double.
But his advancement will be very serious, and he may be subject to huge thunder punishment. Therefore, he must have a place to replenish his energy. Otherwise, when he crosses the thunder punishment and falls into a weak period, he will be slaughtered at will.
And if we can seize the Yin Lingquan and then make a breakthrough there, then it will definitely be twice the result with half the effort and there will definitely be no accidents.
In this way, after entering the secret realm, the chances of self-protection are much higher.
He wouldn't suffer any loss anyway, so he nodded and agreed.
"Take it." Seeing that he agreed, the Lord of Guiyuan City breathed a sigh of relief. He flicked his fingers and a black token flew towards Feng Qingyang.
When I took it and looked at it, I saw two large characters carved in a flamboyant style on the top - Gui Yuan.
"Take the token and go out. Someone will naturally take you there when the time comes." He waved his hand and suddenly a ray of light swept up Feng Qingyang, and he disappeared from the secret room in an instant.
When his figure disappeared, the aura of the Lord of Guiyuan City suddenly changed. The difference was that at this moment his face turned ashen, his fists were clenched tightly, and the hideous scars on his face seemed to be dripping with blood, and in an instant they turned horribly red.
"Wang family, I will definitely overthrow your entire family!" When he thought of the woman in palace dress who forcibly took Qian Duoduo away in front of him that day, anger suddenly rose in his heart.
All the unbearable memories of the past flooded into his mind. His face became grim, and finally he waved his hand and his body disappeared into the chaos.
Feng Qingyang appeared in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion with the token in his hand. But at this moment, the entire hall was silent, without any noise. He looked up in confusion, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
In the main hall, there were countless people lying there, including maids and monks who had come to attend the wedding, but the same thing was that they all lay on the ground with dull faces, as if they were no longer breathing.
Feng Qingyang stepped forward and happened to see the maid who had brought him the wedding gown. She was leaning against the pillar of the hall with a tray in her hands. A rare look of fear appeared in his pupils.
He reached out his hand and gently waved it at the tip of her nose, and he immediately felt relieved.
At the same time, he looked at the several old men around the hall. Among them was the old man in charge of the competition and the Purple Demon Eye who had always wanted to kill him, but at this moment, they all exuded an unusual aura.
Each of them exuded a purple light curtain, and together they formed a barrier similar to a formation. This barrier just happened to cover the entire City Lord's Mansion, and the outside world could not detect it at all.
As Feng Qingyang appeared, the Purple Demon Eye opened its eyes first. He glanced at Feng Qingyang calmly, with no murderous intent in his eyes. He said, "They will not die. They will just forget what happened today. Your wedding will still go on as usual."
"When will they wake up?"
"Three days later." He answered lightly, then closed his eyes, and at the same time, he clasped his hands together, and another purple light curtain appeared.