I didn't notice it before, but now it seems that this place is extremely weird.
His face was a little solemn, as if he had thought of something. He turned his eyes and looked at Ling Xuezhu beside him and asked, "What time of the year is it today?"
Master Ling Xue frowned slightly, seeming a little confused. For people who practice cultivation, the most difficult thing to remember is time. One day is okay, but if it takes a long time, then they will be completely in the dark. After all, for those who have been in seclusion for several months or even years at a time, they have no idea about it.
She frowned slightly and looked up at the bright full moon in the sky, seeming a little confused.
Feng Qingyang was speechless. He suddenly remembered that it was the middle of winter and that it had just snowed. Therefore, he already had an answer in his mind.
"It's not the middle of July, but the middle of winter. Why is there such a strong yin energy here? No one has noticed it before, but it has appeared now. Could it be?"
A flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind, and all of a sudden, he rose into the air again. He reached a critical point before he was able to stabilize his body. He looked down again, but frowned.
“Sure enough, originally this should have been a blessed place, but the heads of the three dragon veins were cut off, so it turned into an extremely yin energy. This is clearly the resentment of the three dragon veins.”
"Moreover, it was so beautiful that on a full-moon night, the valley absorbed the moonlight and combined it with the resentment in it, and then was swallowed up again. It seems that someone did it on purpose. Could it be that there are still masters of formations in the world of cultivation?"
There were many doubts in his mind, but he couldn't grasp the clue for the moment, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Without even looking at everyone, he flew back to his camp alone.
As soon as he landed, Tong Hai stepped forward and said, "My Lord, the City Lord once said that there is something wrong with this Yinling Spring. Have you figured out anything?"
"There is a problem, but how to solve it..." He pointed to his head and said, "I'm still thinking about it."
“…!”
Tong Hai was speechless, but didn't say much. Instead, he sat opposite him, and his black armor made a clanging sound.
"Tong Hai, were you the commander-in-chief of this black armor army?"
Hearing this, Tong Hai nodded, a hint of pride flashed across his unchanged face, but then it wilted again.
"Tell me about your history..." Feng Qingyang was bored and temporarily put aside the weirdness of the Yinling Spring.
Looking at the black-armored soldier sitting aside and meditating, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He originally thought that this army was just a group of rabble, but until now he realized that this was not the case!
This is a powerful force that can sweep through thousands of troops. It can be said that if the Ice Palace Alliance's one thousand early foundation-building cultivators were to face these five hundred black-armored soldiers, they would definitely be killed and defeated miserably.
Tong Hai was silent for a long time, then he sighed slightly, looked at the black-armored soldiers behind him and said, "So I am their captain, and this black-armored army originally had more than a thousand people, but at that time they were not foundation-building cultivators."
As he spoke, his eyes gradually became blurred and he talked about an unknown past.
It turns out that Tong Hai is not as handsome as he looks. His actual age is close to fifty, and this group of black-armored soldiers were once his disciples.
In the past, they were also a loose alliance of independent cultivators, occupying a sacred mountain and dominating the area. At that time, he was young and energetic, and always wanted to expand the territory, not for anything else, but only for the resources for cultivation.
So he launched a war of devouring. He led his disciples to gradually devour some small sects, and eventually angered Taixuan Sect, the super overlord who dominated one side.
Just a random half-step golden elixir came and uprooted his mountain, and knocked him down from the peak of the late foundation building stage.
At that time, he began to flee with his few remaining disciples, but the people of Taixuan Sect still did not let them go. However, they did not kill them immediately, but teased them like a cat catching a mouse.
Finally, he, who was originally in despair, met the Lord of Guiyuan City, and was rescued by him. That's why he came to Guiyuan City. The Lord of Guiyuan City also valued this monk who had experienced many escapes.
Therefore, he rewarded them with countless spirit stones and elixirs to support their cultivation. As a result, they had an army composed entirely of cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.
And ever since he was knocked down from the peak of foundation building, he could no longer go back to the way he was before. No matter how he practiced, he could no longer make a breakthrough. He knew that he had contracted a hidden disease, and if it could not be cured, he would probably remain at the initial stage of foundation building until he died of old age.
Feng Qingyang nodded and thought to himself, "So that's how it is." No wonder he felt that the black-armored army was unusual. It turned out that they were a group of people who had experienced countless life and death escapes. Only such people would have such a strong murderous aura, and only such people would not die in peace.
He looked at Tong Hai who seemed to be lost in memories and said: "In that case, I should call you senior..."
"No, you are the prince consort of Guiyuan City, second only to the emperor and above all others..."
"Senior Tong, do you know what it takes to cure your hidden illness?" Feng Qingyang interrupted him and began to ask.
Hearing this, a flash of pain and struggle flashed across his face. He was silent for a moment, and finally said softly: "I need a blood pill..."
"Blood Pill?"
Feng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, but he was excited in his heart. Maybe he didn't know about other elixirs, but he knew this blood elixir very well.
Blood Pill, as the name suggests, requires blood, and not ordinary blood. It requires the blood essence of a hundred cultivators to be melted into one pill.
After taking it, one can stimulate the withered qi and blood again, and in a short period of time one can burst out with a strength twice as strong as its own, but there are also side effects after taking it.
The aftereffect is that after the elixir takes effect, one will fall into a period of weakness which will last for a week. During this week, one's magic power will be exhausted and one will become like an ordinary person, or even weaker than an ordinary person.
"That's not right. The blood pill can only be used to save your life. How can it heal you?"
He was puzzled, and seeing Tong Hai, he didn't look like a man with weak blood and energy. Instead, he had a handsome look.
Sure enough, after hearing Feng Qingyang's question, Tong Hai looked somewhat helpless and said, "My hidden disease means that I can no longer practice, and I can only use blood pills to stimulate my withered blood!"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang nodded, as if he understood something, and said: "During this battle for the Yinling Spring, I will definitely help you refine the blood pill and help you recover to your peak as soon as possible."
"you… "
Feng Qingyang waved his hand, but he had his own thoughts in mind. He came here for only two purposes, one was to kill people, the other was to break through.
There are also quite a few foundation-building disciples from the ten major sects. If they are all killed, the evil dragon's inner elixir can be activated for sure, and blood elixir can also be refined. Even he likes that kind of thing very much.
How powerful would it be if the power was doubled
"Boom..."