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90. The Underworld

Although he often cheats other people's eggs, Lin Feng always insists that he is still a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who has escaped from vulgar taste, and a good person with a kind heart.

As a good person, you must have the most basic sympathy and compassion.

Although I don't know what the conduct of the commander-in-chief of this Shenwu Army is, once the army breaks into the mountains, the people in this small mountain village will surely suffer.

Lin Feng waved the black cloud flag and directly kidnapped the Shenwu captain.

The opponent's eyes flashed and he looked at the dark space in the Black Cloud Flag: "Is it a space-type magic weapon, or a golden elixir-level magic weapon?" After quickly judging the situation, the Shenwu Colonel put away the sound crystal.

Facing the space barrier of the Black Cloud Flag, he crushed the sound crystal and was unable to contact the outside world.

Lin Feng was also observing him and found that he did not appear angry because he was trapped and unable to contact others.

In fact, at this moment, the expression on the face of the Shenwu Colonel was somewhat relieved.

Lin Feng's heart moved and he asked: "What's your name?"

The Shenwu captain said calmly: "A certain family of swordsmen is Zhiqiang, a former soldier of the Shenwu Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and a captain of Zuoying 1st Brigade."

Lin Feng nodded: "Who is the general of the Shenwu Army leading the army this time?"

Dao Zhiqiang did not answer this time, but looked at Lin Feng quietly.

Lin Feng glanced at him: "Except for your name, I will never get any military information from you again. Is that what you mean?"

Dao Zhiqiang smiled: "Taoist Master is a sensible person."

Lin Feng shook his head: "It's a pity that you are not. If I really want to know something, I will directly sacrifice your soul. Do you think you can hide it?"

"Then it depends on whether the Taoist master has this ability." Dao Zhiqiang's face changed slightly and he said in a deep voice.

Lin Feng chuckled: "Do your duty faithfully? I have been observing you for a long time, and I can see that you actually don't want to pass the information here back to your superiors?"

Dao Zhiqiang fell silent immediately, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Where to go, you decide for yourself." Lin Feng waved his sleeves and walked out of the Black Cloud Flag.

Lin Feng left, and Dao Zhiqiang had no intention of resisting and causing trouble. Instead, he sat down and stared at the dark void in a daze.

Seeing this, Lin Feng had a suspicion in his mind: "It seems that the Shenwu Army general leading the army this time is very murderous, so much so that his own men are worried that he will massacre civilians."

"Although this Dao Zhiqiang has a sense of military discipline, he also has his own ideas." Lin Feng thought: "Although Emperor Zhou and Marquis Xuanji can gather cultivators and train them into an army, they are not in the true sense after all.

army."

The nature of a cultivator who seeks freedom and freedom is in conflict with the military.

Even if Dao Zhiqiang makes a rebellion, Lin Feng is absolutely sure to suppress him with a flip of his hand, so he doesn't take it to heart and lets him fend for himself in the Black Cloud Banner.

Lin Feng searched the village for a while and soon found a lone Gale Wind monk.

Nowadays, the little guy's sap-killing skills are slightly better than his old ones, but after all, Lin Feng is the founder of this "teacher's secret technique", and he has mastered the three-word secret of fast, accurate and ruthless.

The opponent was just a young monk in the Qi-training stage. Lin Feng touched his back quietly, and without even making a sound, he was brought down with a stick.

He hit the opponent on the back of the head with a stick, and before the opponent could fall down, Lin Feng quickly supported his body and dragged him into a deserted corner.

He directly opened the opponent's storage bag and threw some scattered items aside. Lin Feng grabbed a small wooden sword and looked at it carefully.

The workmanship of the wooden sword is very delicate. The wood itself is not outstanding, but the hilt is inlaid with a small crystal the size of a grain of sand.

Although the body is very small, the crystal stone is full of light, like the bright starry sky in the dark night, shining brightly.

"Galaxy Sand!" Lin Feng took a deep breath. The small crystal stone inlaid on this wooden sword turned out to be the Galaxy Sand he was looking for.

Although there was only a grain of galaxy sand on the wooden sword, Lin Feng already knew that he had found the right place.

If every Gale Order monk had such a wooden sword, the amount of galaxy sand on these wooden swords alone would already be a considerable amount.

Lin Feng had another guess in his mind.

These wooden sword instruments help the members of the Gale Society to distinguish the path in the ancient swamp. They may not be able to distinguish the direction clearly when they are walking in the vast swamp shrouded in thick fog and poisonous miasma, and their spiritual energy is mixed and their consciousness cannot function.

But these wooden swords are pointing in one direction from beginning to end, which is this sandy land, this lonely mountain on the sandy land.

So, how does the wooden sword magic weapon work?

Could it be that there is a huge galaxy sand vein buried here, and the galaxy sand produced from here is embedded in the wooden sword, and then after being refined by human secrets, it has a strange reaction with the mineral vein, guiding the direction of the mineral vein?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng no longer hesitated and raised the wooden sword under the urging of his magic power.

The wooden sword spun several times in mid-air, then stopped, with the tip pointing in one direction.

Lin Feng looked in the direction pointed by the tip of the sword. That was the end of the village, and behind the mansion where Yue Hongyan taught Taoism to the young people in the village.

After walking around the mansion, a pile of rocks was exposed. Huge boulders more than ten meters long were piled up and down, like a hill.

Lin Feng climbed over the boulder and saw a dark hole on the ground among the rocks.

Entering the pothole, Lin Feng frowned immediately.

In the pit, the spiritual energy was extremely pure, which made Lin Feng a little uncomfortable after staying in the ancient swamp for almost a month.

But this is definitely not a good thing. The mixed spiritual energy suddenly becomes pure, and it cannot be caused by simple rare treasures or spiritual stone veins.

It is only possible that some powerful cultivator took action, or someone set up a powerful magic circle here, and under its influence, the originally mixed spiritual energy could become pure and regular.

Both of these situations, no matter which one they are, are not good news for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng increased his vigilance and followed the tunnel all the way down.

After a while, my eyes suddenly became brighter.

A pale golden sand dune appeared in front of Lin Feng, with countless sand grains flashing with golden light, extremely dazzling.

Below the dune, a piece of sand is divided by several streams. The water flows quietly, and the sound of the water carries a strange rhythm, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

But Lin Feng became more and more alert. These streams of water seemed chaotic and divided the golden sand into pieces, but they faintly formed a huge spell.

It is this talisman that forms a mysterious magic circle that purifies the spiritual energy in the pit.

Lin Feng looked towards the top of the sand dune and saw a man sitting there.

It was a young man in white clothes. He looked extremely weak and pale. Even when he was sitting there, cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.

But Lin Feng didn't dare to have the slightest idea of ​​looking down on him.

Even though the young man in white looked as weak as if he was seriously ill, Lin Feng could not see through the depth of his cultivation at all.

But at the same time, Lin Feng could vaguely feel that there was a close connection between the young man in white and the golden sand dunes and water flow formations beneath him.

Those who can control such a huge magic circle cannot be ordinary people who have not practiced.

But Lin Feng couldn't see through the depth of his cultivation, so there was only one possibility. The actual cultivation level of this young man in white was far higher than Lin Feng's.

As Lin Feng was thinking, the young man in white suddenly spoke.

"Monk Dazhou? You can actually sneak in here. Yue Hongyan and the others are becoming more and more slack."

After saying that, the young man in white coughed dryly, and the sand beneath Lin Feng's feet shook violently.


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