Martial arts supreme

Chapter 260 Resurrection of Yin Death Qi
The purpose of Danzong in Qingshui Country is as mysterious as Danzong's actions.

Ye Feng couldn't figure out Danzong's intentions, but he felt that Danzong lived in Qingshui country for a long time in a low-key way, which definitely contained a shocking secret.

In a blink of an eye, when Ye Feng and Zhang Jie talked until midnight, they still figured out Danzong's intentions.After the midnight, Ye Feng also let Zhang Jie rest.And he was sitting there cross-legged and meditating. Although his eyes were slightly closed, he was not in a state of concentration and always paid attention to the wind and grass around him. He sat there silently and guarded the 7000 people.

Dawn gradually dawned, and a ray of light from the east dispelled the darkness of the night.In the forest on both sides of the ancient road, which was terrified of silence, a bird song completely broke the silence.

The 7000 people on the ancient road opened their eyes one after another from their meditative state. They took a deep breath and stood up, stretching their muscles a few times. They were all full of energy and their eyes were as bright as lightning. It was obvious that they had had a good night's rest. is good.

Ye Feng, who had been guarding silently all night, stood up at some point.At this moment, he was standing there with a halberd behind his back, his back facing his disciples, and his eyes were looking at the Qingling Mountain fifty miles away.

Zhang Jie came to Ye Feng's side with a knife. Just when he was about to ask for instructions when to leave, he found that Ye Feng's face was not very pretty, and his sword-shaped eyebrows were frowning, and his eyes were staring at the distant mountain peaks without blinking. .

With a slightly taken aback look, Zhang Jie swallowed back what he wanted to say, and turned his head to look at Qingling Mountain with curiosity in his eyes.

With the light of the early sun, it can be seen that there is a white mist floating over Qingling Mountain.What makes people a little strange is that there are strands of black silk mixed in the white mist floating in the sky.The black and white atmosphere surrounded Qingling Mountain in just a quarter of an hour. People can't help but marvel at its beauty and at the same time feel that Qingling Mountain is like a naturally formed ink fairyland.

"Sect Master! What's the matter?" Zhang Jie didn't see anything strange, and asked Ye Feng with a suspicious look.

Ye Fengshu raised his eyebrows, looked back and forced a smile on his face: "No... nothing, inform the disciples to rush to Danzong."

Although Ye Feng didn't say anything, Zhang Jie still found something wrong from Ye Feng's expression.But Ye Feng didn't say anything, Zhang Jie knew that he couldn't ask, so he turned around and told his disciples to leave.

Ye Feng glanced at the direction of Qingling Mountain again, then turned his gaze away and got on the horse. After the 7000 people behind were ready to go, they knocked on the horse's belly and headed towards Danzong.

Fifty miles, forty miles, thirty-five miles, twenty miles.

Ye Feng brought 7000 people closer and closer to Qingling Mountain, and when Ye Feng was only ten miles away from Qingling Mountain, Ye Feng's left hand grabbed the reins suddenly, and the black horse under him immediately stopped.

Ye Feng stopped moving forward suddenly, making Zhang Jie behind him stunned, raised his right hand and waved it in the air, signaling the [-] troops behind to stop.

Seeing Ye Feng's motionless back, Zhang Jie frowned more and more.

This time with Ye Feng coming out, Zhang Jie felt that Ye Feng was worried before.But now, as he gets closer to Danzong, Ye Feng is not only preoccupied, but also has an inexplicable weirdness.

Riding a horse to Ye Feng's side, Zhang Jie first took a look at Qingling Mountain, and what fell into his eyes was still the way he saw it in the morning.If there is a change, it is that there are more black threads in the white mist.

"Sovereign! In the end..." Zhang Jie turned his head to the side, and suddenly choked up before he finished speaking.

At this moment, he saw Ye Feng's expression was a bit painful, as if he was enduring something.And those bright and energetic black eyes were full of horror and deep fear.

Zhang Jie really didn't understand why there was such a look in Ye Feng's eyes, and why there was a painful expression on his face.If it was caused by the Qingling Mountain, Zhang Jie was even more confused, because there was nothing unusual about the Qingling Mountain...

"Zhang... Jie! Go... Go tell your disciples, you must be more vigilant. The alchemy sect... hey! Go." Ye Feng's words trembled, as if he had discovered something extremely terrifying.

Looking at the pale Ye Feng, Zhang Jie's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Ye Feng turned his attention to Qingling Mountain again, Zhang Jie sighed secretly, and led the horse to remind his disciples .

The thousand-strong army continued to move forward, but with Ye Feng's strange instructions, the 7000 people tensed up, looking at the dense forests on both sides of the ancient road from time to time, always alert to the changes around them.

The army drove another seven miles, but there was no ambush on the road except for the strange noise of the woods in the autumn wind.After walking the last three miles and arriving at the foot of Qingling Mountain, the seven thousand disciples let out a sigh of relief and looked at Ye Feng one by one without saying anything, but they also murmured in their hearts that Ye Feng was making too much of a fuss.Some disciples even wondered whether Ye Feng was intimidated by the name of Danzong, so that he walked cautiously along the way, as if he was afraid of being ambushed.

At first, Zhang Jie also had such thoughts in his heart, but when he came down to Ye Feng's side at Qingling Mountain, Zhang Jie saw the sweat on Ye Feng's forehead and his pale face, and he faintly sensed that Ye Feng must have discovered something.And it was only at this moment that Zhang Jie knew that what Ye Feng was really looking at was not Qingling Mountain, but the black and white mist that was intertwined with black and white and enveloped Qingling Mountain.

Zhang Jie also looked at the fog for a long time, but still didn't find anything unusual, then he smiled and bowed to Ye Feng, "Sovereign! You have come all the way, how do the subordinates think of you..."

"Tell every disciple to tear off a piece of clothing, and then send someone to find water to soak it all, and then cover the mouth and nose with the wet cloth, and try not to inhale the mist in the sky." Ye Feng retracted his eyes with fear road.

Ye Feng's expression was flustered, and after explaining, he turned his gaze to the sky.

Zhang Jie hesitated for a moment, and didn't turn around to inform immediately, but bowed and said: "Sect Master, what's wrong with the fog? The subordinates see if it..."

"Where did all this nonsense come from? Go." Ye Feng suddenly withdrew his gaze, staring at Zhang Jie with anger on his face.

Zhang Jie shivered slightly in fright, and didn't dare to say another word, turned around and left hastily.

And the moment Zhang Jie left, Ye Feng didn't even look at Qingling Mountain, which was close at hand, and hurriedly sat down cross-legged and made a formula with both hands in front of his dantian.

In fact, outsiders don't know it at all, but the originally silent yin and death in Ye Feng's dantian revived as early as ten miles away.As Ye Feng came to the foot of Qingling Mountain, the speed of the yin and death air twisted and rolled has reached the extreme.If it wasn't for Ye Feng's strong vitality to suppress it firmly, the yin and death energy must have already broken through Ye Feng's dantian, wantonly destroying his internal organs.

(End of this chapter)