The claws in the black fog seemed to be particularly afraid of the fire in his hands. They could move forward bravely before, but at this moment, they were a little timid, and the black fog also rolled backwards, creating a vacuum zone in just a short moment.
At this time, Feng Qingyang's whole body was on fire. He was the caster, so this magic-level fire talisman would not cause any substantial harm to him.
"Afraid of fire?" This time, after seeing the black fog and the reactions of the monsters in it, he gradually began to think about it.
However, the most urgent thing was not to stay in the black fog, but to get out first. Although the black fog was avoiding him at this time, the talismans were limited after all, and he did not store much.
Moreover, the longer you stay in it, the stronger the feeling of fear becomes. Looking at the rolling black fog, it seems to be preparing for the next fierce attack.
Just as the black fog began to shrink rapidly, he suddenly flew up into the sky with a whoosh, and the flames on his body were about to go out, as if a gust of wind would extinguish him.
Boo…
There was a sound of something passing through a thin film in his ears, and he had already penetrated the black fog. At the moment he penetrated, an unwilling roar seemed to come from the black fog.
He watched in amazement from the air. He thought that the black fog would expand outward like it did last night, but it didn't. Not even a wave appeared.
"Could it be?" A light suddenly flashed through his mind, and he looked up at the sky. The moon was already half full, and the moonlight tonight was still bright, but it was incomplete. There was already a gap, and it was fading into a waning moon.
"Is the mid-moon the most dangerous time here? As long as we enter here at the mid-moon of next month, there won't be any great danger?"
As he thought so in his heart, his mind was spinning rapidly, and his pair of dark eyes became bright, with a hint of light in them.
"Dragon-breaking Terrace! The energy is strongest at half past midnight, and when it appears at that moment, it is absorbed by something. So the normal time is just accumulating energy!"
"Compared to the Yin energy that has accumulated for a month, it must be extremely strong!"
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he immediately understood the reason. At this moment, he finally knew why a loft appeared in the valley here at mid-moon and was able to absorb the moonlight from the sky.
It was not the valley that was absorbing, but the Broken Dragon Platform. The moonlight combined with the strongest yin energy and resentment of the moon, combined with each other, this kind of breath was what zombies loved most.
"There is either a powerful zombie here, or there is a great man who practices magic. Only such a great man can change the situation of heaven and earth and turn this auspicious place of three dragons into a place of great danger. I am afraid there are countless crises in it!"
Great danger, as the name suggests, is extremely dangerous, but even in the most dangerous situation, there is still a glimmer of hope.
Among the opportunities of heaven, nine is the greatest. It is often said that there is one chance of survival among nine deaths. Even in the most dangerous place, there is a ray of opportunity hidden. This is the chance of survival, unless you encounter an extremely dangerous situation, that is, an extremely dangerous situation created by heaven and earth and cannot be changed, in which case there is no chance of survival!
“Fortune and honor are sought in danger. If I can enter it and absorb the essence of the moonlight, yin energy, and resentment at the 15th of the next month, I will definitely be able to advance to the late stage of wandering corpses, or even the peak of the late stage of wandering corpses!”
He took a deep look at the rolling fog below and the Yinling Spring in the three mountains, thinking that the so-called Yinling Spring might be just a cover.
I don’t know who spread the rumor, attracting so many foundation-building cultivators to come. Are they going to ruthlessly kill the young generations of all the major sects
“But if we use it well and kill them all, we might be able to successfully activate the evil dragon’s inner elixir essence and even refine a blood elixir.”
He thought to himself that although the number of people coming this time was not large, it was not a small number at all. If they came again, they would all be killed.
“That’s a lot of money!”
"The most dangerous time is the first half hour of the Mid-Moon Hour. If we can trick them all into going in..."
Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and at the same time a hint of bloodthirstiness flashed across them.
When dealing with the enemy, we must not be merciful or give them a glimmer of hope. As the saying goes, wildfires cannot be extinguished; they will spring up again with the spring breeze.
Little did they know that within just a few breaths, Feng Qingyang had sentenced that group of righteous disciples to death in his mind, and killed them all, leaving no one alive.
Whoosh…
The magic in his body surged, and his feet became like the wind. He immediately flew towards the direction of the black-armored army.
Not long after, a group of figures appeared in front, flying sparsely in the sky, very far away from each other. From their expressions, it seemed that they were talking, but more like they were on guard.
When they saw Feng Qingyang flying from afar, everyone's expressions were cheered up. He had been gone for such a long time without any response, and everyone thought he had died.
Seeing that he came out safe and sound, they quickly gathered over and wanted to ask him for clarification.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... A series of sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and the geniuses from Xiaoyao Sect, Tianji Pavilion, and Linglong Dongtian came forward one after another. Except for Master Lingxue who flew directly to Feng Qingyang, the others formed a surrounding formation and surrounded Feng Qingyang.
The intention is self-evident.
"Red Devil, how are you?" Ling Xuezhu stepped forward and asked. In her tone, besides wanting to get an answer, there was a hint of concern.
Although this trace of concern was very faint, Feng Qingyang still caught it. A warm current flashed through his heart, and he looked at her and said, "It's okay, this little black mist is really nothing, just as Jun Wei said!"
The two words "what" were pronounced very heavily by him. Sure enough, when Jun Wei heard this, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. When he saw that Master Lingxue was so concerned about him, he hated her to the extreme.
At this time, a strange young man walked out of the crowd. He was dressed in a green robe, had a handsome face, and held a box of treasure mirrors in his hand. His eyes flashed with brilliance, and he looked at Feng Qingyang and said, "The voice of the Red Devil is like thunder in my ears. I am Xuan Tianji of Tianji Pavilion..."
"Tianji Pavilion?"
Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he remembered that among the ten major sects, there was indeed the Tianji Pavilion, but this force was particularly mysterious. The people in the pavilion knew everything, and they were all proficient in divination and deduction.
Moreover, this force never competes with others. Although it is also known as one of the top ten sects, it is secretly excluded from the outside.
Seeing that there was no other intention in his eyes, Feng Qingyang responded with reason, so he bowed and said, "It turns out to be Brother Tianji, nice to meet you!"
"Since this is our first meeting, I will give you a gift!"
As he spoke, he picked up the treasure mirror in his hand and pinched it with his fingers. Suddenly, a thin strip of identification flew out of the treasure mirror. The strip was completely black and engraved with countless complex ancient seal characters.
The judge's strip flew straight into Feng Qingyang's palm and was held in his hand.
"What's on it?"
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