"Tong Hai. ”

Feng Qingyang turned his head and looked at him standing behind him, his eyes were like electricity, as if the lonely and gloomy aura before was just an illusion.

"How far is it to the Yin Spirit Spring?"

"If you speed up tonight, you can arrive at noon tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang nodded, looking at the five hundred black-armored troops in the rear, although they were all early stage foundation building monks, they were also a little tired after flying like this for a day.

"Rest in place tonight, and tomorrow afternoon you will definitely arrive at the Yin Spirit Spring!"

He said indifferently, and then flew to the ground first, found an open place and sat down cross-legged, and then, five hundred black armor soldiers and Tong Hai also landed on the ground.

Five hundred, five hundred early foundation building monks wearing black armor, it is enough to sweep many sects, although it is a bit mixed, but it is not something that ordinary sects can compete with, but even so, it still can't become a climate.

This climate is the strong, the absolute strong!

Cultivators, every time they break through a realm, their strength will undergo earth-shaking changes.

Although most of the small sects are mainly disciples in the cultivation period, they have at least half-step Jindan's power, so they can save zài.

These five hundred black-armored troops seem to be powerful, but if they encounter a top powerhouse, they are just a group of ants with a little bit of strength.

Therefore, this team needs a strong man, a strong man who is strong enough to compete with the late stage of foundation building, or even the half-step Jindan, and this strong man is the wind Qingyang.

Although, at this moment, his strength is not enough, he can only compete with the monks in the late stage of foundation building, it is one thing to compete with each other, but it is another thing to be able to kill, let alone the half-step Jindan's storage zài.

"I'm going to get stronger!" he muttered, closing his eyes.

In the night, the university was gone, only the cold wind blew from time to time, and the leaves on the ground moved with the wind, but one of them fell on him.

Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, held them in his hand, and looked at the yellowed dead leaves, but his heart fell into it, as if he had seen the snow before and comprehended his own life.

The leaves are yellow and move with the wind, I don't know if it is following the wind, or if it wants to struggle, but it can't withstand the strong wind, and when the wind comes, it falls.

"Are you for the wind, or is it for you, or are you enemies in the first place!"

In the palm of his hand, there was the leaf that fell on him, and for a while, he was full of emotion, only to feel that his life was like this withered yellow leaf.

When the wind rises, move by itself, and when the wind stops, you can stop well.

But the wind will not stop, and he will not stop his steps unless - unless he has fallen and will never be able to get up.

"I'm a zombie...... But what is a zombie...... Why are they called zombies?"

Thinking back to the moment when he had just accepted the inheritance, the hopeful light of the zombie king Liu Wuji, it seemed that he became a zombie was their hope.

"You are the wind, I am the fallen leaves, you have drawn me into chaos, but it has made me learn to be strong in the peak!"

A light breeze can blow your face, but strong winds can be catastrophic.

He is both a falling leaf and a strong wind, and if he appears, then the entire cultivation world will be turbulent with him, whether it is the cultivation realm, or the mysterious world, or even the sky overhead.

"I only hope that the direction I have walked in has no strength to respect, I only hope that the place I have walked can freeze a qiē evil!"

Call......

He raised his hand, took a breath in his mouth, spread his palm, and gently pressed his lips......

He exhaled a breath, a small breath, and the wind was born, and the wind rose, and the withered yellow leaf left his palm with the wind.

He followed the fallen leaves, but saw that it had fallen steadily less than two meters beside him, and it was not lying on the bottom shirt, but it was on the ground where the leaf petiole was.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but its petiole was just inserted in the crack in the ground, firmly grasping the earth, as if it was about to grow by the thickness of the earth.

"When the fallen leaves learn to take advantage of the situation, learn to grow, and learn to survive, is he still a fallen leaf?"

His eyes flickered, but he stared deeply at the fallen leaves, the leaves that had been completely lifeless and had withered yellow, but at this moment there was a trace of vitality.

That vitality comes from its petiole, it turns out, its petiole is slightly bulging, as if it contains a seed, a seed to grow, to break out of the shell!

"Am I just like that seed, I have a zombie heritage, he gives me the convenience of growth, so that I will not perish in this bloody cultivation realm, but on the contrary, it will make me grow quickly......"

"I am the seed in the petiole, waiting for the day when the shell will break, waiting for growth, because I am not alone, but carry a lot of hope!"

He slowly stood up, then turned around and looked at the tree behind him, a tree that the three of them couldn't hug together, it had no leaves and could no longer shelter anything on the ground.

However, it only fell into a deep sleep in the middle of winter, and even if it could not wake up, it still had a seed of hope, and it walked through the middle of winter, through the wind and snow, and broke its shell in the spring of the following year, and then it grows.

He stared quietly at the tree and the leaves rooted in the earth below, his gaze calm, as if he saw himself.

Standing silently under the tree like this, behind him, the five hundred black-armored soldiers who were originally sitting cross-legged stood up one after another as he got up.

"All ......"

Everyone shouted loudly, and it had only been a quarter of an hour since they had meditated and rested before, but they seemed to be full of energy and mana.

"Dutong, let's go now, and I will be able to reach the periphery of Yin Spirit Spring tomorrow morning!"

Tong Hai stepped forward, a black armor clanging in the night, his eyebrows were delicate, but he was surrounded by a sense of slaughter.

"You don't take a break?"

"I'm already rested!"

"Joke, you're rested, I haven't rested yet!"

After speaking, he ignored the crowd and sat cross-legged on the ground again, the 'Taiyin True Sutra' was running, absorbing the yin qi from the night, and the wounds on his body were also quickly restored.

After all, he was injured by the monks of the late foundation building period, so it was impossible for him to recover quickly......

When everyone saw him scolding him like this, not only was they not angry in their hearts, but on the contrary, they seemed to have gotten a trace of emotional progress, and it was no longer a simple relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Rather, it's a friend, a friend!

So, they sat down cross-legged again, but they practiced from time to time, but rarely began to get together to communicate, it seemed that at this moment they were no longer two-faced, murderous casual cultivation, but sincerely opened their hearts.

(Sixth update, no explanation!【】)