He snorted in his heart but did not show it on his face. Looking at the group of so-called geniuses, the so-called saint sons and saint daughters in front of him, in his eyes they were all just a bunch of dead people.
As he said this, he jumped up and flew towards a cliff. If he continued to meditate here, he would definitely be affected by it, so it would be better to stay away from it.
After flying for a long time, he finally found a cliff with a lot of shade from trees. He flew down, clenched his fist, and crashed into it with a whoosh.
Boom…
The cliff trembled slightly, and a simple cave was opened up with his fist as the center. Feng Qingyang leaned forward and walked forward. With a wave of his hand, a simple barrier covered the cave entrance.
"Three days. I still have three days." He murmured softly, then closed his eyes.
As the saying goes, one day in heaven is one year on earth, and there is no time in the cave. A hundred years have passed in the third cave. When he opened his eyes again, he had recovered to his peak. At this moment, he was full of energy, abundant magic power, and his spirit had reached an unprecedented state.
He waved his hand to remove the barrier, returned to the place where he had agreed to meet with the Black Armored Army, and sat cross-legged again. During these few days of practice, he only felt that there was a slight change in the Qi sea in his Dantian, but he had no idea where the change had occurred.
"As long as I absorb that kind of pure Yin energy within the next month and a half, I will definitely be able to break through to the late stage of corpse jumping, and even the peak stage is possible."
"As long as I can advance to the later stage, my self-protection after entering the secret realm will be much higher. At that time, I will at least be able to compete with the powerful people who have reached the half-step golden elixir stage!"
A gleam of light flashed in his eyes as he thought of the treasures in the secret realm. If he could gain some good fortune from them, if he could advance to the black zombie and become a real zombie, how strong would he be then
Just thinking about it made my mouth dry. I shook my head and suppressed my restless heart.
"However, if I continue to kill the sect's disciples, I'm afraid that my cheap father-in-law won't be able to protect me. But if I don't kill them, I don't know how long it will take to break through the 'Right Arm of the Lord of the Qilin'."
After pondering for a long time, when the sun was about to set, a black cloud finally appeared in the distant sky. The black cloud covered the sky and was like a swarm of locusts.
When they came into his sight, within ten breaths, they all landed beside him. This army was none other than the Black Armored Army that Feng Qingyang dispatched back to Guiyuan City three days ago.
Black armor, ferocious faces, uniform murderous expression. Even after traveling back and forth for three days without rest, there was no trace of embarrassment on their faces, and not even a trace of exhaustion.
Feng Qingyang nodded secretly in his heart, and he admired this group of monks who had fought through blood and sweat. They, like himself, were fighting for survival.
"Have you brought everything?" he asked in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the black-armored soldiers did not reply, but slapped their storage bags one after another. Suddenly, countless cinnabar, yellow paper, pens and ink appeared, piling up on the ground until it almost formed a small mountain.
"Very good. With them, we can successfully seize control of the Yinling Spring. When we return to Guiyuan City, I will definitely ask my father-in-law to give you a great achievement."
Hearing this, all the black-armored soldiers roared, with longing in their eyes. Monks, once you set foot on this path, you are destined not to look back, you can only keep breaking through, even at the cost of sacrificing your own life.
"You stay here to rest. Ten days later, at 15:30 of the next month, we will enter the valley between the three mountains."
After saying that, he ignored everyone and the ring on his hand flashed, and immediately collected all the cinnabar, yellow paper, pens and ink on the ground into the storage ring.
He glanced at Tong Hai and said, "I will be back in ten days. During these ten days, in addition to practicing, you should also find out more about the disciples of other sects. If you have any problems, report to me immediately."
Then he told Tong Hai about his retreat place, and they all jumped up and turned into a long rainbow and flew away.
Not long after, he entered the cave he had opened three days ago again. He waved his hand again, cast a barrier, and took out all the yellow paper and other items from the storage ring.
After grinding the ink, holding the brush upright, and laying out the paper, he finally breathed a sigh of relief after getting everything ready. However, when he looked at the mountain of yellow paper on the ground, he felt a headache again.
"Five hundred. Are you trying to challenge my limit?"
He talked to himself, a wry smile crossed his face, but he did not dare to pick up the brush he had prepared.
The magic-level talisman is not an ordinary talisman, but a talisman that carries the essence of heaven and earth. Strange lines are drawn with a brush, and the heaven and earth must form a resonance so that the essence can be sealed inside.
However, how difficult is it to achieve a perfect seal? Moreover, when drawing a charm, one must concentrate all his energy and not make the slightest mistake. Otherwise, not only will the drawing fail, but it will also backfire on him.
However, the damage caused by the backlash is no less than the effect of being attacked by a magic-level fire spell.
"Whatever, I have to paint it, whether I want to or not!"
"For the sake of strength and Xiao Zhu, I, Feng Qingyang, will finish drawing these 500 talismans today even if it costs my life."
After saying this, he suddenly felt relieved in his heart, as if he had figured something out, or perhaps found spiritual support. He immediately picked up the brush placed beside him.
The moment he picked it up, his aura suddenly changed, and an indomitable spirit, or an aura of tenacity, filled the entire cave.
His long hair fluttered in the wind, and he was wearing a white crescent-shaped shirt. He looked a little evil, yet also a little ethereal, as if he was an immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.
As the saying goes, reading ten thousand books will make you write like a god. The moment he picked up the pen, he became a scholar who was well-read in poetry and books. At this moment, the world disappeared from his eyes, and there was only a thin piece of yellow paper. This talisman paper will be infused with the essence of heaven and earth, and turned into a magic-level talisman with immense power—the Fire Talisman!
"Sky Eye, open!"
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Feng Qingyang felt that this unexpectedly acquired 'Wang Zi Jue' was extremely useful and it worked every time he tried it.
Looking at the direction of the earth and the various formations, he seemed to be able to see through it at a glance. Moreover, he had only comprehended one of the small words in the word "望".
If one comprehends the entire 'Wang Zi Jue' thoroughly, then it will no longer be a simple matter of looking at the earth's movements, but rather - looking at the sky!
At this moment, when he focused all his eyes on the yellow paper, the clouds in the cave rolled, and a breeze blew from nowhere, gently blowing his clothes.
At this moment, he finally slowly began to write...