"Then follow me to the Yinling Spring." After saying that, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and immediately, the whole team looked at him.
"Tong Hai, step out!"
Suddenly, a boy walked out from the crowd. This man was the one who came to guide Feng Qingyang. During the journey, he had found out all about Feng Qingyang's background. It turned out that Feng Qingyang was a member of the Black Armor Army. No wonder he was wearing black armor.
Looking at Tong Hai who was standing in front of him, his age was almost the same as his, and his cultivation was at the initial stage of foundation building. Looking at his calm face, Feng Qingyang really couldn't understand why he was a wandering cultivator wanted by the Xiaoyao Sect themselves.
"You lead the team. Today, we will reach the outskirts of Yinling Spring!"
Tong Hai nodded, no change on his face. He looked like a block of ice, serious and unsmiling, like a piece of wood.
After he agreed, he flew up to a thousand feet high. Suddenly, a group of dark people followed him and flew towards the sky like locusts.
Feng Qingyang was not idle either. As the commander-in-chief of this team, his role was to suppress. Of course, he was not suppressing the people in front of him, but those who were hiding in the dark.
The words of the Lord of Guiyuan City echoed clearly in his ears: "On this journey, kill all those who stand in your way, leaving no one behind!"
He knew that the current world of cultivation was about to be plunged into a bloody storm, and this was only the prelude to the coming storm. He was very interested in being the fuse that ignited the chaos. Of course, what he didn't know was that this chaos was indeed caused by him.
Five hundred people were flying in the sky in a mighty force. Under the aura of five hundred cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, all the cultivators passing by suddenly descended from the clouds or quickly retreated to the side.
Looking at the black-armored army going away in an instant, everyone broke out in a cold sweat, because they knew that whenever this team was dispatched, some place would be in trouble again.
About half a day passed like this, and they were already many miles away from Guiyuan City. Everyone descended from the clouds and sat on the ground to rest.
Feng Qingyang was also sitting under a big tree, dozing with his eyes closed. But at this moment, he suddenly felt someone walking towards him quickly. He opened his eyes and saw that the person was none other than Tong Hai.
He looked indifferent. He walked five steps away from Feng Qingyang, performed a courtesy, and said, "General, we will pass a small sect ahead. That sect is a subsidiary of Taixuan Sect. There is a Half-step Golden Core Master in charge. Should we take a detour or rush through directly?"
"Oh?" He felt something in his heart, but his brows quickly frowned.
“How long will the detour take?”
"It will take at least half a day to complete the journey." Tong Hai replied indifferently, and then explained the location of this small sect to Feng Qingyang clearly.
But after hearing this, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said: "Who cares if he is a half-step golden elixir master? Just crush him. I'm here, so you can rest assured!"
Hearing this, Tong Hai's eyes flashed, and he responded and returned to the crowd on the side. Then Jin Lu closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground to meditate and practice.
"Seven Xuan Sects? Seven half-step golden elixir masters?"
Feng Qingyang murmured softly. The Qixuan Sect was located in a military fortress. It was surrounded by endless fog, and the fog was very close to the eighth Tianzi. Now that the secret realm was about to open, the fog was extremely unstable. He was even afraid of the powerful corrosive force, but it did not mean that the five hundred monks under his command would not be afraid.
If he took a detour, he would have to bypass the area covered by No. 8 Tianzi, and the journey would be quite long. For Feng Qingyang who was racing against time, how could he waste half a day
"I am the prince consort of Guiyuan City. I don't think they dare to do anything to me." He snorted coldly in his heart and closed his eyes.
After everyone took a breath for about a quarter of an hour, they took to the air again and flew towards the Yin Lingquan in a mighty manner.
Another half day passed like this, and when the sun set in the west, they finally reached the sphere of influence of the Qixuan Sect. At this moment, they were resting outside the Qixuan Sect's gate.
Feng Qingyang looked up and thought to himself that the location of the Qixuan Sect was indeed a good choice.
His third eye opened, immediately covering the Qixuan Sect. He flew into the air and took a closer look, and immediately saw the sect's location clearly.
"Youlong branch... No wonder the spiritual energy here gathers and disperses from time to time, but it is enough for this small sect to use." He murmured softly, and the brilliance in his eyes startled the disciple guarding the mountain.
"Who are you?" Soon, the seven Xuan Sect disciples who were guarding the mountain flew forward. Looking at the group of monks in front of them who seemed to have melted into the darkness, they were so frightened that they could no longer speak.
Feng Qingyang stepped forward and saw that this was just a disciple in the middle stage of Qi Refining. He did not want to argue with him and said impatiently: "Ask your sect's Zhu Shi Blade to come out."
"I... I... Sect Master... he..." He stuttered for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Feng Qingyang was quite annoyed. Looking at the disciple who was almost frightened, he said gloomily, "If you don't want to die, go and pass on the message quickly."
"ah… "
The disciple was frightened by his cold tone and screamed, and immediately flew back to the Qixuan Sect. Soon, there was a sound of chaos inside.
"I wonder what gust of wind brought the distinguished guest to my Qixuan Sect..."
From a distance, a faint voice was heard. The voice was extremely cold and indifferent, but it actually concealed a hidden pressure.
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and looked carefully, only to see a few people appearing in front of him, an old man, a middle-aged man, and a group of miscellaneous disciples following behind them.
"Guiyuan City!" Feng Qingyang snorted and replied. Hearing the other party's tone, he knew in his heart that it might not end well when he borrowed the road tonight. After all, the Qixuan Sect was a subsidiary sect of the Taixuan Sect.
Sure enough, when the visitor heard about Guiyuan City, his tone became even colder, and he asked, "People from Guiyuan City? What are you doing in my Qixuan Sect?"
"Borrow the road!"
"Can I borrow your road?" Before the old man in the lead could speak, the middle-aged man next to him stepped forward first.
"What a joke! If we just let you go, where will the reputation of our Qixuan Sect be in the cultivation world?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Feng Qingyang did not answer, but stared at the other person with a pair of shining eyes unscrupulously.
"Half-step Golden Core, peak of late foundation building stage, the rest are all cultivators in Qi Refining stage."
Seeing this, his brows raised. He only had the cultivation level of the early stage of the Wandering Corpse, while the other party had reached the peak of the Half-Step Golden Core and Foundation Establishment stages.
"I guess the old man who has reached the half-step golden elixir stage is one of the leaders of the Qixuan Sect, but he certainly doesn't dare to do it himself! So..."
Thinking of this, his eyes turned and immediately moved to the middle-aged man.
"My name is Feng Qingyang. I am passing by this precious place and need to borrow your road. Please forgive me!"