235 The Origin of the Black Armor Army [First Update]

I didn't pay attention to it before, but at this time, it seems that this place is extremely weird.

His face was a little solemn, as if he had thought of something, his eyes rolled, he looked at the Lingxue Lord beside him and asked, "What time of year is today?"

Lord Lingxue frowned slightly, it seemed that he was also a little confused, cultivators, the most difficult thing to remember was the time, one day was fine, but if it was a long time, then it would be a black eye, after all, for them who were in retreat for months or years at one time, they had no concept.

Her willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she looked up at the bright full moon above the sky, as if she was a little confused.

The wind was speechless, and suddenly remembered that it seemed to be the middle of winter, and remembered that there had only been a snowfall, so he already had a slight answer in his heart.

"It's not half of July, it's the middle of winter, why is there such a strong yin qi here? No one has noticed it before, but now it's popping up, isn't it?"

A flash of light flashed in his mind, and suddenly, he rose into the air again, reaching a critical point before he could stabilize his body, and looked down again, but his brows were furrowed.

"Sure enough, originally this was supposed to be a blessed place, but the dragon heads of the three dragon veins were cut off, so they turned into extreme yin qi, which was clearly the resentment of the three dragon veins. ”

"Moreover, it is so beautiful that on the night of the full moon, the valley absorbs the moonlight and combines with the resentment in it, and then it is engulfed again, it seems that someone did it on purpose, could it be that there is still a formation master in the cultivation realm?"

There were a lot of doubts in my mind, but I couldn't grasp the clue for a while, so I simply didn't think about it anymore, so I didn't look at everyone and flew back to my camp alone.

As soon as he landed, Tong Hai stepped forward and said, "Master Horse, the city lord once said that there is something wrong with this Yin Spirit Spring, have you seen anything?"

"There are problems, but how to solve them...... "I still think about it," he said, pointing to his head. ”

“......!”

Tong Hai was speechless, but he didn't say anything, but sat opposite him on the spot, and the black armor made a sonorous sound.

"Tong Hai, you used to be the commander of this black armor army?"

Hearing this, Tong Hai nodded, and a look of pride flashed on his unchanged face, but then he withered again.

"Tell me about your history......" Feng Qingyang was bored, and the weirdness of the Yin Spirit Spring was temporarily put aside by him.

Looking at the black-armored army who was sitting on the side meditating and cultivating, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, this army, he originally thought it was just a group of rabble, but only now did he understand that this was not!

This is a powerful force that can sweep away thousands of armies, so to speak, if the 1,000 early foundation building monks of the Ice Palace Alliance face these five hundred black armor troops, they will definitely be killed and lose their armor, and end up in a crushing defeat.

Tong Hai was silent for a long time, sighed slightly, looked at the black armor army behind him and said: "It turns out that I am their commander of a thousand soldiers, and this black armor army originally numbered more than a thousand people, but at that time they were not foundation building monks. ”

As he spoke, his eyes gradually became a little blurred, and he talked about an unknown past.

It turned out that this Tong Hai didn't look so handsome, his actual age was close to fifty, and this black armor army was also a person he once underserved.

In the past, they were also a loose alliance of loose cultivation, occupying a spiritual mountain treasure land, dominating one side, at that time, he was young and vigorous, and he had always wanted to expand his territory, not for anything else, but only for the resources of cultivation.

So he launched a devouring battle, and he led his disciples to gradually encroach on some small sects, and finally angered Taixuanzong, the super overlord of the dominant side.

Just a half-step Jin Dan came casually, uprooted his mountain, and knocked him down from the peak realm of the late stage of foundation building.

At that time, he began to flee with the few remaining disciples, but the people of Taixuanzong still did not let go, but did not kill them immediately, but teased them like cats and mice.

Finally, he was originally desperate in his heart, but he met the city lord of Guiyuan City, so he was rescued, so he came to Guiyuan City, and the city lord of Guiyuan City also attached great importance to this monk who had gone through escape.

So he rewarded countless spirit stone pills and provided them with cultivation, so there was such an army full of early stage cultivators.

And he, since he was knocked down by the peak of foundation building, but he can never go back to the past, no matter how he cultivates, he can't make a breakthrough, he knows that he has suffered from a dark disease, if he can't solve it, I'm afraid that until old age and death can only stay in the realm of the early stage of foundation building.

Feng Qingyang nodded, his heart turned out to be like this, no wonder he felt unusual no matter how he looked at that black armor army, it turned out that they were all a group of people who had experienced countless life and death escapes, and only such people would have such a strong murderous aura, and only such people would not die in peace.

He looked at Tong Haidao, who seemed to be stuck in his memories on the side: "In this case, I should call you a senior...... right."

"No, you are a horse in the Yuan City, a person under one person and above ten thousand people......"

"Senior Tong, do you know what it takes to cure your dark disease?" Feng Qingyang interrupted him and then began to ask.

Hearing this, a pain and struggle flashed on his face, and he was silent for a moment, and finally said softly: "Need a Blood Pill ......"

"Blood Pill?"

Feng Qingyang's face remained unchanged, but his heart was shocked, maybe he didn't know about other pills, but he knew this blood pill clearly.

The Blood Pill, as the name suggests, requires blood, and it is not ordinary blood, it requires the essence blood of a hundred monks to smelt it into a pill.

After taking it, it can stimulate the withered qi and blood again, and it can burst out in a short period of time twice as strong as itself, but there are also sequelae after taking it.

The sequelae of this will be a period of weakness after the effect of the elixir, and this period of weakness will last for a week, and within this week, the mana will be exhausted, and it will be like a mortal, or even weaker than a mortal.

"No, the blood pill can only be used to save your life, how can it be used to heal you?"

He was puzzled, looking at Tong Hai, he didn't look like that kind of person whose qi and blood were withered, but he had a feeling of clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

Sure enough, after hearing Feng Qingyang's question, Tong Hai's face was a little helpless, and he said: "My secret disease is that I can't cultivate, and I can only use the blood pill to stimulate my own withered qi and blood!"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang nodded, as if he understood a little, so he said: "This time to compete for the Yin Spirit Spring, I will definitely help you refine the blood pill and help you recover to the peak as soon as possible." ”

"You ......"

Feng Qingyang waved his hand, but he had his own plans in his heart, he only came here for two purposes, one was to kill people, and the other was to break through.

And there are not a few foundation building disciples sent by the ten major sects, if they are all killed, they will definitely be able to activate the Evil Jiao Inner Pill, and they can also refine the Blood Pill, that kind of thing, even if he likes it very much.

Burst with double the power, how powerful it must be.

"Boom ......"