The confusion and pain made him almost breathless, but fortunately, this thought was only short-lived and was then forcibly suppressed in his heart.
Feng Qingyang's expression remained dark as he looked at the young man next to him. His eyes changed involuntarily. This man valued friendship and loyalty, and did not have the heart of a strong man, so he would naturally not harm him.
"If you have nothing important to do, you can stay at my West City Gate for a while, because there will be a big riot here in ten days. I think you have noticed it."
After saying this, the young man stood up. He was not a fool and could naturally see Feng Qingyang's hesitation. If he wanted to keep him at the west gate, he would have to pay a price.
“This wasteland exile land is connected to the Five Finger Mountain, which is where the senior descended. It is next to the City of Sin, but if you keep going west, you will enter this wasteland exile land.
I don't know how you got in, but from the moment you came in, you were branded as a wasteland exile. If you don't believe me, you can check your right palm to see if there is a seal mark on it."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang raised his hand and looked. As expected, he had never noticed it before, but now he saw a faint mark on the palm of his right hand.
The trace looked like a coiled dragon, a little blurry, but definitely clear at a glance. After seeing the dragon, he suddenly had an illusion.
The breath remained unchanged, but his thoughts drifted towards the snake woman lying in his mansion. The strange aura emanating from her seemed to be 70% similar to this mark. Could it be that they were connected
He thought so in his heart, but did not show it on his face. Instead, he looked at the young man with interest, wanting to hear what he would say next.
"In addition to the prison that we see on the surface, the more important thing about our wasteland exile place is that there is an ancient fierce beast sealed underneath it. According to legend, in ancient times, this fierce beast almost broke through the realm of the ancient blue dragon, but was eventually defeated by a powerful enemy at a critical moment and died here.
Although it is dead, it is still alive. No matter how you refine its powerful body, it cannot be shaken in the slightest. As a last resort, countless powerful ancient people suppressed it and sealed it here.
And it is its existence that has caused this place to become like this. After all, this large formation on all sides was not created by us, but has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, just to suppress the dragon that has never been completely wiped out. "
Listening to the young man's words, although Feng Qingyang's face showed no expression, his heart was undergoing a thousand changes, almost setting off a huge wave, the ancient times... the ancient times again!
What kind of era was the ancient times? How powerful was this existence that spanned two eras without freezing? Feng Qingyang's mind was wavering. Looking at the solemn young man, he didn't believe that he would lie to him.
"Ten days later, those heinous people in the Wasteland Exile Land will open a gap in the seal of the dragon. At that time, the aura of this ancient dragon will penetrate their bodies. Although it is a supreme resentment, if we refine it, it will definitely be a supreme panacea."
The young man looked forward with a fierce look in his eyes, and raised one hand to point to the mountains outside the city gate. The rolling mountains were actually not mountains, but a cloud in the shape of a dragon in the sky.
"That cloud remains the same all year round. No one can shake it. Therefore, we are sure that the dragon must be in the land under that cloud."
Following his gaze, Feng Qingyang stood up, circulated his magic power, and poured it into his eyes. At that moment, his third eye quietly opened. The third eye that was integrated with the "Wang Zi Jue" was extremely powerful.
In his sight, there was nothing special about the clouds, but the special thing was that the shape was indeed somewhat similar to the mark on his palm. If one said that there was no connection between them, even a fool would know that it was extraordinary.
"With your cultivation level, it would be easy for you to gain some benefits from this. The reason I told you so much is that I just want you to agree to one request of mine."
Having said this, the young man could no longer calm down and a look of excitement appeared on his face. There was also a hint of anticipation in his eyes when he looked at Feng Qingyang.
"What are the conditions?" Feng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged. Although he did not turn around, one could hear a hint of expectation and a faint passion in his tone.
"As long as you can guard our West Gate when the war breaks out, as long as this place survives, the rest is up to you. And if you want to remove the mark on your body, you must wait until the war breaks out."
The young man's words were filled with sincere emotions, which were obviously not false. Feng Qingyang naturally heard this. His words were clear and powerful. After he finished speaking, he looked at Feng Qingyang deeply, waiting for his reply.
"Just to guard the West Gate?" Feng Qingyang is not a fool. He is very smart. Even if he plucks out an eyelash, it will be empty. Guarding this gate is not an extremely difficult task. But he emphasized this. Obviously, there are some secrets that he does not know.
"Yes, I don't want to hide it from you, Senior. Our four major cities have a great formation that has been passed down from ancient times, but if it is destroyed, the consequences will be unimaginable. If the ancient dragon suppressed by the earth really comes out, I am afraid that my demon clan will be in chaos."
"Senior, you are not only powerful, but also have the skills to break the formation. Since you can break it, you can naturally protect it. It is my blessing that you came here and met me. It is also a blessing for all the cultivators and creatures of my West City Gate. I hope that you can help me. When the time comes, all the ancient dragon auras collected will belong to you."
"Of course. If I stay, I will definitely not be indecisive." Feng Qingyang replied with a smile. He had a shortcoming, which he either knew or didn't know, and that was that he was too soft-hearted, especially when he saw the life among creatures.
“No matter how great your contribution is, even if you fail, my West City Gate will send you a big gift.” As he spoke, the young man took out a square, palm-sized, quaint box from his storage bag.
"This is an elixir that I accidentally obtained when I was traveling in the demon tribe's territory. This elixir cannot enhance your cultivation, but if you consume it when your cultivation is exhausted, you will instantly generate surges of magic power..." As he spoke, he bowed to Feng Qingyang and handed the wooden box in his hand to him.
"This is my West City Gate and also my gift. I hope you will accept it." He extended his hand respectfully. His sincere feelings and concern for all the living beings in West City Gate made Feng Qingyang secretly admire him.
"In three days, Feng will naturally give the answer."