In the space within the Huangquan Pearl, Ma Wu's soul has completely turned into a translucent dim yellow, and is struggling painfully in the turbulent Huangquan True Water.
"My master will not let you go!" Ma Wu roared viciously.
Lin Feng chuckled: "I know that your master in the Nascent Soul stage carved a spell into your soul. As soon as you die and your soul is gone, he will know it immediately. But if I don't kill you now, I don't know if he can."
Do you know what you are going through now?"
Ma Wu closed his eyes in despair. He never thought that he was not dead, but it was ten thousand times worse than death.
Lin Feng smiled lightly and said: "Now tell me, why did you immediately turn your back and take action as soon as I asked you about the news about Xinghe Sand?"
Ma Wu swore to the gods and Buddhas in the sky that he never wanted to answer Lin Feng's question, or simply give a wrong answer.
However, the spell restrictions imposed by the Netherworld Puppet Operator allowed him to answer every question and tell the truth.
"The Gale Society?" Lin Feng was indeed a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Galaxy Sand would be related to the Gale Society.
The Gale Society is an anti-Zhou organization formed by the survivors of the Xuefeng Kingdom that was destroyed by the Zhou Dynasty. It is quite active among the many forces that resist the rule of the Zhou Dynasty.
Half a year ago, in order to accept Zhu Yi as his disciple, Lin Feng went to Tianjing, the imperial city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, where he had come into contact with people from the Gale Society. At that time, in order to be disadvantageous to Marquis Xuanji, they kidnapped Zhu Yi, who was the concubine of Marquis Xuanji.
This time the Great Zhou Dynasty sent a large army into the ancient territory of Daze to hunt down a group of Gale Wind Society monks.
Galaxy Sand was once found on the bodies of Gale Society monks, so when Xue Chao and others heard Wang Lin mention Galaxy Sand, they wanted to capture him first without saying a word.
Lin Feng secretly frowned: "As a result, I still don't know the specific whereabouts of Xinghe Sand. In the vast swamp, where can I go to find those Gale Wind Society members?"
After handing the Huangquan Pearl back to Wang Lin, Lin Feng said casually: "It is best to have a specific target when practicing spells. You can use this boy to practice Huangquan Finger. But remember, don't kill him. Keep it for your teacher."
He is still useful."
Wang Lin nodded vigorously, and Ma Wu howled miserably: "I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
Lin Feng was too lazy to pay attention to him. He waved the black cloud flag and led Wang Lin away from the place.
Since the opponent mentioned that the Zhou Dynasty had a large army nearby, the fighting skills just now must have alarmed them. Lin Feng would not be stupid enough to stay where he was and wait for the opponent's army to arrive.
Although the miasma was dense in the swamp, Lin Feng still tried his best to expand his range of perception at this moment.
He wanted to find the members of the Gale Wind Society, and their whereabouts would not be exposed easily. Only when they were caught up by Da Zhou's pursuers and fought, and the mana fluctuations spread, could Lin Feng discover their whereabouts.
Lin Feng spent nearly half a month searching for the members of the Gale Society. Lin Feng himself did not give up his efforts to search for Galaxy Sand, but still found nothing.
On this day, Lin Feng drove the Black Cloud Flag to fly in the thick fog and miasma, and suddenly felt a violent fluctuation of mana, not far from him, with a huge momentum. It was obvious that someone was fighting.
Lin Feng quickly put away the Black Cloud Flag, dropped it on the ground, and sneaked closer.
As we got closer, light and shadow flickered in the thick fog, and more than a dozen figures were intertwined, one after another, and a fierce battle was going on.
Lin Feng used the stealth technique to hide his figure, and systematically concealed the fluctuations in his magic power. He approached quietly, and neither warring party noticed anyone touching them.
The numbers of the two warring parties are not equal. There are more than a dozen people on the side with more people, and they are besieging three opponents together.
These dozen or so people are all wearing Mingguang Divine Armor, which emits a faint light in the thick fog, completely isolating the miasma. Although these people's cultivation is not very high, they advance and retreat well-founded, cooperate with each other tacitly, and perform beyond their realms.
Strength.
They were holding identical long thunder knives, and lightning flashed and thundered when they waved, showing astonishing lethality.
More than a dozen people formed a vague formation, taking care of each other, and their magic powers also tended to resonate and unite. Together with their armor and long swords, their combat effectiveness was doubled.
"This is the Shenwu Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty?" Lin Feng looked at these dozen people and narrowed his eyes.
The Shenwu Army was the elite force of the Zhou Dynasty. Different from ordinary secular armies, this Shenwu Army was said to be composed entirely of cultivators. The rebels they wanted to capture must also be cultivators.
Unlike the Great Qin Dynasty, where the four major families had huge resources and voice, the Great Zhou Dynasty had unprecedented concentration of imperial power with the combined efforts of Emperor Liang Pan and Marquis Zhu Hongwu
Under the control of the imperial power.
The rumored Shenwu Army was an army composed of elite cultivators from all realms within the Zhou Dynasty.
The ability to militarize the cultivators who advocate freedom is not only due to the powerful methods of Emperor Zhou Xuanjihou, but also because the royal family can provide these cultivators with a large amount of training resources. Therefore, the cultivators from the Shenwu Army are very powerful.
It is extremely powerful, and its realm improves very quickly.
The level of weapon refining in the Zhou Dynasty has made great progress in recent years. Batch after batch of powerful magical weapons have been refined and then equipped to the monks of the Shenwu Army, arming them to the teeth.
Generally speaking, there is a big difference in cultivation level. For example, if a monk in the Qi-training stage faces a monk in the Foundation-building stage, unless the Qi-training stage monks have powerful magic weapons or spells to suppress the formation, it will be difficult for them to pose a threat to the Foundation-building stage monks, and their numbers cannot make up for it.
quality.
But the Shenwu Army, with its tacit cooperation, strict discipline and powerful equipment, changed everything.
A lone foundation-building monk was surrounded by a group of Qi-training monks from the Shenwu Army, and he was likely to be surrounded and killed on the spot.
Lin Feng observed carefully that the three people surrounded by this group of Shenwu Army monks were in dire straits and were surrounded by danger.
In fact, the cultivation of the three people is not weak. Two of them, one is at the eleventh level of Qi training, has a flying sword spinning in the air, and his swordsmanship is quite advanced, and the other is a monk at the twelfth level of Qi training.
But these two people were besieged by a group of Shenwu Army monks whose highest level of cultivation was no more than the tenth level of Qi training, and they were retreating steadily.
If it weren't for the constant assistance of the third companion, these two people would have been surrounded and killed.
Lin Feng's attention was mostly focused on the third person, but this person was covered in flames and couldn't see his face clearly.
Lin Feng only knew that the other party was a woman, a woman who seemed to be surrounded by flames, a woman who was like a flame herself!
The whole body is dressed in crimson attire, red riding boots, a red cloak, red hair like a blazing flame, and flames beating in the eyes!
"It should only be the cultivation of opening up the air sea in the early stage of foundation building, but the combat effectiveness is really strong." Lin Feng mentally evaluated the opponent's strength and found that the woman in red was by no means an ordinary person.
However, although the woman in red is fierce, she does not dare to fight with all her strength, but is wary.
Because there was a middle-aged man standing on the outside of the battle circle, wearing the black light armor of the mysterious beast that can only be worn by first-level officers of the Shenwu Army. A dim light flashed on the armor, and the beast's head on the chest was ferocious.
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This middle-aged officer has an impressive aura and immense magical power. He is clearly a foundation-building monk who is not weaker than the woman in red.
Seeing her companions frequently in danger, the woman in red snorted coldly, raised her arms, and raised a black halberd.
The black light on the euphorbia flashed and merged with the flames around the woman, turning into a red and black storm, sweeping out in all directions.
A group of Shenwu Army monks all looked solemn, standing side by side, slashing out a dozen sharp lightning swords together, a dozen rolling arcs connected together, and finally turned into a huge sword light, with red and black lights.
Storms crash together.
The faces of the dozen or so Shenwu Army monks were all pale. Even so, their legs were firmly nailed to the ground and they were forced to slide backwards, leaving dozens of deep long grooves on the ground.
The woman in red frowned. The opponent's general had not yet made a move, but a team of Qi-training monks could withstand her attack. This made it impossible for her to relax no matter what.
The middle-aged captain suddenly spoke, his voice like rolling thunder: "Yue Hongyan, put down your weapons and surrender, this is your only way to survive."
The fire surrounding him gradually subsided, and only now did Lin Feng clearly see the true face of the woman in red, Yue Hongyan.
A girl who is unexpectedly young, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. Her fiery red hair is not restrained and is flying in the wind, like burning fire.
The long red eyebrows are like two thin swords. There is no tenderness at all. Instead, they are like a man's heroic spirit with a strong murderous aura.
Her face was as flawless as white jade, and the bridge of her nose was much taller than other women, showing her strong will. Instead, her red lips, which should have been rosy, only had a faint trace of blood.
Hearing the middle-aged captain's words, Yue Hongyan smiled proudly and opened his red lips.