One of them spoke with a stutter, and then flew away with a whoosh. He was not the genius of this place, he was just a casual cultivator who sneaked in.
However, his words expressed everyone's thoughts. Although they were not afraid of Feng Qingyang, looking at his gleaming eyes, they couldn't help but breathe faster and their scalps went numb.
In the distance, Jun Wei had not reacted at all until now, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive. Everyone thought that if they were to be the first to stand out, they would be the next fool.
So they all stepped forward, clasped their fists, and bowed, saying, "I've heard for a long time that the Red Devil's power is unparalleled in the world. Today, I see that it's true that hearing about it is not as good as seeing it in person. We came here today just to discuss with you when to enter the three mountains."
Then they descended from the sky one after another, each with a smile on their face, but they didn't know that in their hearts they hated Feng Qingyang to death. If it weren't for the Yin Lingquan, they would have attacked him long ago.
"You are all from big sects, why are you asking me?" Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's heart was moved, thinking that he had finally taken the bait. Then it would be his turn to make arrangements next, and he would definitely catch them all in one fell swoop.
Sure enough, when these people heard it, they all laughed dryly at the same time. When they came here before, their actual idea was the same as Junwei's, except that the former were the first to speak out.
Several people looked at each other, and finally a man stood out from among them. He was wearing a black suit, with long hair standing high, and a long sword slung diagonally on his back.
He himself has a straightforward face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He has the roughness of a big man and the elegance of a scholar. He looks quite contradictory, but it seems that it should be this way.
“I am Jian Chen from the Tianjian Sect.” He took a step forward, and his whole body was like a sharp sword, with a sharp edge and a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.
"Red Devil Feng Qingyang, what's the problem with Fellow Daoist Jian Chen?" Feng Qingyang didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. For such people, he could tell the other party's position and whether they were good or bad at a glance.
The sword is called a gentleman. Anyone who uses a sword, if he wants to achieve great success or have some achievements, must have the spirit and will of the sword. Being upright and unyielding, and never yielding, is the essence that sword users pursue.
Although most cultivators in the world of cultivation use flying swords, they only use them as a means of transportation or as weapons. Those cultivators who dare to carry swords on their backs must be men of great integrity.
"I came here to investigate this place on a mission from my master. I originally wanted to go directly into the thick fog, but after the riot that night, I decided to stay and observe more."
He paused and continued, "However, after my observation, I have not found any special abnormalities. At most, there are only blood mosquitoes on the periphery. But I saw that you went in for a long time last time, so I wanted to come over and ask if you found anything."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang laughed, but this time he was not mocking, but understanding. Jian Chen's words might be a little unpleasant to the ear, but he was straightforward and did not have any ulterior motives.
"If Brother Jian Chen wants to hear my thoughts, I might as well tell you!"
After saying that, he soared into the sky with a whoosh. Everyone looked at each other and followed him into the sky, following his gaze towards the three mountains that were still surrounded by black fog.
"Come and see, can you see anything about those three mountains?"
Feng Qingyang's face looked a little heavy, and everyone felt that he didn't seem to be joking, so they all perked up and looked at the three mountains.
"The three mountains are estimated to be several hundred feet high..."
"Hmm? There are plants in it, and probably life..."
“…!”
Feng Qingyang was speechless. He looked at the group of people who were discussing with serious faces, and couldn't help sneering in his heart. They clearly didn't understand, but they had to pretend to understand and even pointed fingers in a pretentious manner.
However, Feng Qingyang did not point it out, but let them talk nonsense.
After a long while, Jian Chen, who had been silent, turned his head and looked at Feng Qingyang and said, "If my guess is correct, those three mountains should be the source of the mountain range here."
He paused and continued, "But, the weird thing is that the source was cut off by something, which is why so much black fog appeared. That is, blood mosquitoes. Blood mosquitoes are something that only appear in extremely filthy places. However..."
At this point, he changed the subject and looked at Feng Qingyang with burning eyes and said, "However, this place is the land of Yinling Spring. Yinling Spring is originally an extremely pure substance, but how could there be blood mosquitoes?"
Feng Qingyang nodded, thinking that there was finally someone who was not a fool, so he said: "Fellow Daoist Jianchen is right, those three mountains are indeed the source of this mountain range, and the blood mosquitoes appeared because the source was cut off, so a huge amount of resentment appeared, and this resentment is the reason why the blood mosquitoes appeared."
After hearing what the two of them said, the crowd that was originally discussing heatedly suddenly quieted down. Their faces flushed and they were slightly embarrassed, but no one said anything. They just listened quietly to the conversation between Feng Qingyang and Jian Chen.
"Resentment is inherently filthy, and if you want to break this natural resentment, you can only enter safely at 3:45 of the next month, because that is when the resentment of these three mountains is at its weakest."
"Oh?" Hearing this, Jian Chen looked at Feng Qingyang meaningfully, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, but he did not point it out directly.
Instead, he said, "The half moon should be the strongest, and we lost a lot of fellow disciples the night before yesterday during the half moon. If we enter during the half moon, I'm afraid we will suffer even more damage."
He paused and continued, "Moreover, the black fog is the blood mosquito. The blood mosquito that can form fog is unprecedented and unheard of. How can we enter it safely?"
"Fire, use fire!"
Feng Qingyang said in a decisive tone, as if he was afraid of others' suspicion, and then he spoke quickly: "Blood mosquitoes are filthy creatures, but they are most afraid of fire. If we work together to exert our magic power, we may be able to open them and successfully pass through the bloody black fog. Moreover, the middle of the moon is when the black fog spreads, but it does not mean that it increases a lot, but that it is diluting!"
"dilution?"
"Yes, there are only so many resentments. After my observations over the past few days, they will expand outwards at the middle of the moon. In this way, there will be a vacuum zone in the valley. If we enter, we will be safer."
"But we only have one night. If we fail to take down the Yinling Spring and the treasures within it within one night, the black fog will return and gather again. I'm afraid there will be many casualties."
"really?"
"really!"
When the people around him looked thoughtful, Feng Qingyang was sneering in his heart.
"Then you will all die!"