The Mysterious Man Under the Ground

  Although he often takes advantage of others, Lin Feng always insists that he is still a noble person, a pure person, a person with morals, a person who has transcended lowly desires, and a kind-hearted good person.

  As a good person, the most basic sympathy and compassion must be there.

  Although it is unknown what kind of moral character the commander of this divine military has, once the army rushes into the mountain, the people in this small mountain village will inevitably suffer.

  Lin Feng waved the Black Cloud Flag and directly took away the Divine Martial Lieutenant General.

  He glanced at the dark space inside the Black Cloud Flag: "A spatial artifact, or a Golden Elixir artifact?" After quickly assessing the situation, the Divine Martial Lieutenant put away the Transmission Crystal.

  Facing the spatial blockade of the Black Cloud Flag, he crushed the transmission crystal, but was unable to make contact with the outside world.

  Lin Feng was also observing him and found that he didn't seem flustered at all despite being trapped and unable to contact others.

  Even at this moment, the face of this Divine Martial Prefect had a few points of relief and relaxation.

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

  He calmly said: "I am Zhao Qian, a strong and brave general of the Great Zhou Dynasty's Divine Martial Army, the vanguard of the front army, and the lieutenant colonel of the first brigade of the left camp."

  Lin Feng nodded: "Who is the commander of the Divine Martial Army this time?"

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

  Lin Feng gave him a glance: "Apart from your name, any military information, I won't be able to get anything else out of you, is that what you mean?"

  Dào Zhìqiáng smiled: "The Taoist priest is a sensible person."

  Lin Feng shook his head: "Unfortunately, you're not. If I really wanted to know something, I would directly refine your soul with a sacrificial ritual. Do you think you could hide it from me?"

  "It depends on whether Dao Zhang has this skill." Dao Zhang's face changed slightly, and he said in a low voice.

  Lin Feng chuckled softly: "Dedicated to your duty? I've been observing you for a long time, and it's clear that you don't actually want to report the intelligence from here back to your superiors."

  Diao Zhiqiang suddenly fell silent, lowering his head and saying nothing.

  "What comes and goes is up to you." Lin Feng waved his sleeve and directly left the Black Cloud Flag.

  Lin Feng left, and Qiang didn't have any intention of resisting or causing trouble. Instead, he directly sat down with a thud, staring blankly into the dark void.

  Seeing this, Lin Feng thought to himself: "It seems that the commander of the Divine Martial Army leading the vanguard this time has a strong murderous intent, to the point where even his own subordinates are worried that he will slaughter ordinary civilians."

  "This knife is strong, although it has a sense of military discipline, but also has its own ideas." Lin Feng thought: "Although Zhou Emperor and Xuanji Hou can gather and train cultivators into an army, after all, they are not truly in the classical sense. troops."

  A cultivator who seeks freedom and ease is naturally at odds with the military.

  Even if Dao Zhiqiang made a move, Lin Feng had absolute confidence in suppressing him with a flip of his hand, so he didn't take it to heart and let him self-destruct within the Black Cloud Flag.

  Lin Feng searched for a moment in the village and soon found a lone Wind Blade Sect disciple.

  Xiao Budian's current hammering technique already has a hint of surpassing his master, but Lin Feng is after all the creator of this "School's Ultimate Technique", and he has deeply grasped the three key points of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

  The other party was just a small cultivator in the Qi Refining stage, and Lin Feng had quietly snuck up behind him without making a sound. Before he could even hum a note, he was knocked to the ground with one stick.

  He struck him on the back of the head, and before he could even slump to the ground, Lin Feng swiftly caught his body and dragged it into a deserted corner.

  He directly tore open the opponent's storage bag, and some scattered items were thrown aside. Lin Feng picked up a small wooden sword and examined it carefully.

  The wooden sword is exquisitely crafted. The wood itself is unremarkable, but on the hilt, a small crystal stone about the size of a grain of sand is inlaid.

  Although extremely small in volume, the crystal is radiant with colors, like a starry night sky, shining brightly.

  "Star River Sand!" Lin Feng took a deep breath, the small crystal stone inlaid on this wooden sword was actually the Star River Sand he had been searching for.

  Although there was only one grain of Star River Sand on the wooden sword, Lin Feng already knew that he had found the right place.

  If every storm caller had a wooden sword like this one, just the star river sand on these wooden swords would already be a considerable amount.

  Lin Feng had an even more sinister idea in his mind.

  These wooden swordsmen helped the members of Lie Feng Hui to distinguish their route in the vast wilderness, allowing them to walk in the boundless marshes where the dense fog and poisonous miasma enveloped everything, making it difficult for their spiritual consciousness to function.

  But these wooden swords, from start to finish, all point in one direction, that is this sandy ground, the solitary mountain on this sandy ground.

  So, what is the working principle of Mokken?

  Won't there be a huge star river sand mine buried here, and the star river sand produced from here is inlaid on the wooden sword. After being refined by human secret methods, it produces a strange feeling with the ore vein, guiding the direction of the ore vein?

  Thinking of this, Lin Feng no longer hesitated and with a surge of magical power, he raised his wooden sword.

  The wooden sword spun around in mid-air for a few circles before coming to a stop, its tip pointing in one direction.

  Lin Feng looked in the direction indicated by the tip of his sword, where there was a village at the end, and behind the large mansion where Yue Hongyan taught the young people in the village the way of Tao.

  Behind the mansion, a pile of boulders is exposed, with giant rocks of varying lengths of over ten meters piled together in a disorderly manner, resembling a small mountain.

  Lin Feng turned over a boulder and saw in the midst of a pile of rocks, on the ground, a dark hole exposed.

  As soon as he entered the pit cave, Lin Feng's eyebrows furrowed instantly.

  Inside the cave, the spiritual energy was surprisingly extremely pure, which made Lin Feng, who had been staying in the ancient domain's swamp for almost a month, feel somewhat unaccustomed to it.

  But this is by no means a good thing. The mixed spiritual energy suddenly became pure, which cannot be caused by rare treasures or spirit stone veins alone.

  It could only be that some powerful cultivator had made a move, or someone had laid down a powerful formation here, which was taking effect and causing the originally disordered and impure spiritual energy to become pure and rich with regular patterns.

  But neither of these two situations is good news for Lin Feng.

  Lin Feng heightened his vigilance and continued down the tunnel.

  A moment later, everything before his eyes suddenly became clear.

  A pale golden sand dune appeared in front of Lin Feng, countless grains of sand shimmering with a golden light, dazzling to the eye.

  Under the sand dunes, a piece of sandy land was divided by several streams, and the water flowed quietly, with a strange rhythm that made people feel relaxed and happy.

  But Lin Feng became increasingly vigilant, these several streams seemed to be disorderly and fragmented, dividing the golden sandy ground into a mess, but they vaguely formed a huge talisman.

  It is this incantation that forms a mysterious array, making the spiritual energy in the cave become pure.

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

  It was a young man in white clothes, who looked incredibly weak, with a pale face, and even sitting there, his forehead had cold sweat constantly coming out.

  But Lin Feng didn't dare have a slight underestimation of him.

  Even though the white-clothed youth looked as weak as if he had contracted a serious illness, Lin Feng couldn't see through his cultivation depth at all.

  At the same time, Lin Feng could vaguely feel that the white-clothed youth had a close connection with the golden sand dunes and the water flow symbol array beneath him.

  Being able to control such a massive magical formation, it's naturally not an ordinary person who hasn't practiced before.

  But Lin Feng couldn't see through his cultivation depth, which meant there was only one possibility: the actual cultivation realm of this white-clothed youth far surpassed that of Lin Feng.

  Lin Feng was deep in thought when the young man in white suddenly spoke up.

  "Is Da Zhou a monk? He's actually able to sneak in here, Yue Hongyan and the others are getting more and more lax."

  Having said that, the young man in white coughed and the sandy ground under Lin Feng's feet began to rumble violently.