Standing on the treasure mirror, she is not as enchanting as Ling Xuezhu, but she has a touch of elegance. She is dressed in white, as white as snow, with long flowing hair, and her fragrance is hard to find.
At this time, Feng Qingyang had already returned to the Black Armor Army. He originally thought that Xuan Tianji called him alone to tell him something clearly, but he only got two words.
Very dangerous - although he did not believe in the so-called fate, he knew that this was indeed a very dangerous place. There was a mysterious figure hidden in the black fog, why there were so many blood mosquitoes, and the attic where the moon appeared.
He was touched by these hands, his face turned indifferent. He looked at the black-armored soldier in front of him and Tong Hai who had an indifferent expression beside him, but his heart was beating slightly.
"Be careful of the people closest to you..." Xuan Tianji's advice seemed to still echo in his ears, but he sneered at it. In his eyes, Xuan Tianji was just a charlatan who pretended to be mysterious and showed off his mysterious aura.
"Everyone..."
He opened his mouth slowly. There were some things he had to say, and he had to say them as soon as possible, because he had to be prepared when the middle of the next month came.
"The governor..."
Five hundred black-armored soldiers stood up one after another, their expressions remained unchanged, but one could hear the excitement in their voices.
"This place is extremely dangerous. If we act alone, we may all be in danger of death. Therefore, we can only go in together."
Hearing this, everyone's expressions remained unchanged, as if it was supposed to be like this a long time ago, and they all looked at him with passionate eyes.
"All is up to the commander-in-chief..." Soldiers are bound by their duty to obey orders, and they do not care about life or death, or race, even if the person commanding them is just a zombie!
"Within three days, you will all return to Guiyuan City and bring with you the killing weapon, ink pen, and yellow paper!"
After a long silence, Feng Qingyang finally made a plan. If the Milky White people were to go in together, then at least five hundred magic-level fire talismans would be needed. However, it was really difficult to draw five hundred magic-level fire talismans at one time, it was extremely difficult, almost impossible!
Although everyone was confused, they all obeyed the order. Suddenly, bursts of sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and they all stood up and flew towards Guiyuan City.
Before long, they all disappeared into the sky, but Tong Hai did not move. He still stood quietly beside Feng Qingyang. His eyes were as deep as water, but no expression could be seen.
Turning around, he looked into the distance, where there was a bright moon, and that was also the direction where the five hundred black-armored soldiers left...
"Tong Hai, what is the human heart?"
After a moment of silence, Feng Qingyang finally spoke slowly. He did not look at Tong Hai, but his eyes flashed in a different direction, as if he was about to see through the void.
“Without a heart, you cannot live, but with a heart, you can live. This is the human heart and human nature!” Tong Hai’s heart skipped a beat, as if at that moment his heart was suddenly no longer calm, but had a ripple.
But this wave came quickly and went away even faster, he didn't even realize it before. His heart skipped a beat, but why it happened was unknown.
"At the middle of next month, when the black fog erupts, we will enter to fight for the Yinling Spring and kill the sect disciples here. You should be prepared."
Feng Qingyang continued to speak, his tone was calm without a trace of emotion, he said softly to kill all the disciples here, not a single murderous intent was revealed.
It was just calm, unusually calm, but it was this calm that made people tremble all over, their hair stand on end, and cold sweat run down their cheeks.
"Everything is up to the governor to arrange..."
Tong Hai bowed and whispered, as if he accepted everything Feng Qingyang said.
"Aren't you prepared at all?" Suddenly, Feng Qingyang's tone changed. He looked at Tong Hai deeply, as if he wanted to see through him.
"If the governor insists on an answer from me, I can give one."
After a brief silence, Tong Hai raised his head, staring at Feng Qingyang with his dark pupils without blinking: "My plan is to kill! Kill all the people in front of me, and wipe them out together with Du Tong. I hope Du Tong can seize the Yin Ling Spring in one fell swoop."
As he spoke, his face remained calm. Feng Qingyang stared at him for a long time, sighed slightly in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. He said, "Now quickly follow the Black Armor Army and help them obtain cinnabar and other items. These items will be crucial to ensure that we can survive through the black fog. Remember not to neglect them."
It seemed like an intentional expulsion, but it was actually reasonable. Tong Hai frowned slightly, then relaxed, turned around and stepped into the air, turning into a red light and chasing in the direction where the black-armored army disappeared before.
"Tong Hai, Tong Hai, I hope you won't let me down."
Feng Qingyang murmured softly, and as he spoke, a barely perceptible murderous intent flashed across his eyes. The murderous intent was so strong that it seemed to be turning into substance.
Originally, when Feng Qingyang first asked about the origin of the Black Armor Army and Tong Hai, he decided that he must train this army well in the future.
However, after Xuan Tianji's reminder, a new idea came to his mind, and then that idea began to grow wildly and unrestrainedly.
"I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me. I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go..."
He put his hands behind his back, looked at the bright moon above, and then sat down cross-legged. He was practicing at this moment, but he was not practicing his cultivation, but - practicing his mind!
"What is the human heart?" he muttered to himself, recalling the conversation he had with Pavilion Master Xiangnan in Duobao Pavilion that day, the birds preening their feathers in the sun, and the way they killed for a bug.
He sighed again in his heart, and then thought of Tong Hai's previous answer, as if he already had the answer in his mind.
He closed his eyes and immediately fell into deep practice.
When the five hundred black-armored soldiers returned, it was time for him to start drawing magic-level talismans and fire talismans. After a quick calculation in his mind, he knew that he would need at least one thousand magic-level talismans.
One thousand... What a huge number. Adding the failure rate, he needs to successfully draw at least fifty fire spells a day to be considered successful.
However, magic-level talismans are not ordinary fire talismans after all, so how can they be so easy to draw
Drawing talismans requires enormous magical power and an extremely strong will.
Draw one, it's done! Draw two, it's still done! But if you draw fifty in one day, it's difficult, as difficult as climbing to the sky. Even if you ask the foundation-building monks of Maoshan Zhengtian Sect to draw, I'm afraid they can't draw so many in one day.
Moreover, he did not have to draw fifty pictures at once, but ten days. There were only a short ten days until the outbreak in the middle of next month. Excluding the time spent by the Black Armored Army going and coming back, he only had ten days left.
Ten days—five hundred magic-level fire talismans!