After saying this, he sat cross-legged on the ground. Although he looked calm, he was actually not at peace at all.
Seeing that he had his own plans, Tong Hai did not ask any more questions. Instead, he ordered the five hundred black-armored soldiers to stay where they were. Suddenly, a large open space was cut out of the forest.
Several hours passed like this, and many cultivators came one after another, but they all looked at Feng Qingyang coldly. However, Master Lingxue from Linglong Cave Heaven looked at him with admiration.
She would go up to him from time to time and want to say something to him, but was always beaten back by his cold eyes.
That night, the moon was high in the sky, but it was the fifteenth day of the month. At this moment, the moon was like a jade plate, hanging high in the sky, with rays of icy and warm moonlight spreading down.
There are countless cultivators stationed outside the Yinling Spring. They all arrived one after another today, each of them setting up a barrier, and whispers can be heard from time to time.
On the other hand, Feng Qingyang's side seemed unusually peaceful. Five hundred black-armored soldiers were practicing under the moonlight. They were not disciples of a sect, and they knew that they had to practice if they wanted to survive. Practicing all the time, only by keeping themselves at the peak at all times, could they have more hope of survival.
It was midnight, the sky was cloudless and the bright moon seemed to have grown a little bigger. Feng Qingyang woke up from his meditation. He had been waiting for this moment - one quarter past three at midnight!
He flew up into the sky with a whoosh. The bright moon shone on the land of Samian, and he could see clearly for countless miles around. Looking ahead at the area covered by black weapons, the doubts and worries in his heart could not be dispelled.
"Sky Eye, open!"
Suddenly, his eyes sparkled, and as he took off, several people in the forest of words also slowly rose into the air. They were none other than the talented disciples from the ten major sects of the righteous path.
Lingxuezhu, the leftover girl in Linglong Cave, was wearing a white dress at this time. She looked like an elf in the moonlight. She waved the ribbon in her hand and seemed to be walking on the moon.
"Red Devil!" She spoke crisply, her voice as soft as glutinous rice. Just listening to her speak made me feel light-headed, as if I was particularly comfortable and my whole body felt soft.
Feng Qingyang acted as if he didn't hear it. He didn't even turn his head, but just stared at the black fog in front of him in a trance, his mind however was working rapidly.
At this time, several other sects' disciples who were originally flying in the air also gathered together. They looked at each other very enthusiastically, but they had no idea what kind of murderous intent was hidden in their hearts. They wished that the people in front of them would die immediately!
In the sky, except Feng Qingyang, there were seven people in total, four men and three women. However, at this moment, they all ignored the black fog in front of them and focused their attention on Feng Qingyang.
Their eyes flickered as they looked at Feng Qingyang, whose eyes were shining brightly. They all thought to themselves that although they were all geniuses, they only had the talent for cultivation. They knew nothing about observing the trend of mountains and rivers.
And when Feng Qingyang took off into the air and looked at the black fog, they all guessed that he must have seen some clues, and they didn't want to fall behind him, so they all took off into the air and slowly gathered towards him, as if to surround him.
Although they were wary of each other, their keen perception told them that the one who needed to be protected the most was not other geniuses, but the zombie with blood-red hair in front of them, the Red Devil Feng Qingyang!
"Did you see something?" At this time, seeing Feng Qingyang come back to his senses, Master Ling Xue asked again.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang looked back at her, but this time he did not remain silent. Instead, he spoke: "There is something strange about the black fog. I am afraid that it will be dangerous if we go in easily..."
"What's so strange? Isn't it just a piece of black fog? Is the mighty Red Devil Feng Qingyang afraid of such a small piece of black fog?"
Jun Wei on the side took over his words in a sarcastic tone. He was resentful of Bai Rifeng Qingyang's disregard and contempt for him, especially when he remembered that he had killed his junior brother in front of him, and his words were even more unkind.
"Oh? You don't believe it?" Feng Qingyang suddenly changed his previous indifference and looked at him with interest.
"If you don't believe me, you can try it!"
Feng Qingyang deliberately provoked him, but countless thoughts flashed through his mind. It was the middle of the night and the yin energy in the valley should have been the strongest, but it was the weakest at this moment, as if it was about to disappear from the world.
He was confused and wanted to go and check it out by himself, but unexpectedly Junwei from Xiaoyao Gate suddenly appeared along the way. He was truly a pathfinder.
Hearing this, Jun Wei stopped answering. How could a disciple of Tianjiao be a fool? Feng Qingyang said this, obviously wanting him to go and explore the way. How could he be stupid enough to go
However, his words before were extremely clear. Feng Qingyang said there was a problem, and he said there was no problem. If he did not agree to Feng Qingyang, he would probably lose face again.
Just when he was in a dilemma, Feng Qingyang spoke again.
"I heard that Xiaoyao Sect is one of the ten great sects of the righteous path. It has produced many geniuses and talents, and you are one of the best among them. I didn't expect that you are just a person who only knows how to brag. Shame... Shame..."
As she said this, she deliberately looked at him with contempt.
After hearing him say this, everyone's eyes flashed. It was rumored that the Red Devil Feng Qingyang killed people without blinking an eye and was cold-blooded, but no one expected that he had such a rogue side. This opened their eyes.
Hearing this, Jun Wei's face suddenly turned gloomy and extremely ugly. He looked at the mountains shrouded in black fog, but the fog inside was thin, and he didn't know what swallowed them.
Seeing this, an idea came to his mind, so he called one of his junior brothers and said, "Go check it out, and I'll reward you with 100 low-grade spirit stones when you come back."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately looked at Jun Wei with contempt. Wasn't this obviously asking his junior fellow apprentice to die
"Okay," the disciple actually agreed foolishly, and flew forward without blinking. With a whoosh, he was immediately submerged in the mist.
"Big Brother, there's nothing inside!"
Hearing this, Jun Wei was delighted, and his gloomy eyes suddenly turned into arrogance. He looked at Feng Qingyang who was frowning beside him and said, "If I say it's okay, then it's okay..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a scream from the front, and then there was silence. Jun Wei was stunned and tried to call out a few times, but got no response.
At this moment, a gust of cold wind happened to blow, and suddenly, several people flying high in the sky shivered, and felt that the atmosphere was extremely weird.
"There is indeed a problem." Feng Qingyang said in his heart, but he stopped talking. Instead, he turned his head to look at the mist, as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, he looked up at the full moon above, and his pupils began to shrink rapidly.
"Moonlight? How can this place swallow up the moonlight?"
He stared at the sky above in amazement, breathing rapidly, but unable to speak.
(So tired, I wish you all a sweet dream! Hehe!)