The anonymous imperial mausoleum

  "How many people did the Xuanji Marquis send into the mountains to hunt down Lie Feng Hui?"

  The old vulture was stunned for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?" He wanted to turn over and see who the other person was, but as soon as he moved, he was firmly trampled on and could only continue to face the yellow earth.

  Lin Feng's voice came faintly: "You don't have the right to ask questions. If you don't want to die, answer my questions obediently."

  "You're getting old, it's not easy to cultivate the foundation stage, don't you want to enjoy life and stop struggling? Lin Feng smiled and said: "Xuanji Hou is not your biological father, you are just serving him, there is no need to risk your life for him, right?"

  The old man remained silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Including me, there are ten foundation-building cultivators. As for the Qi-refining cultivators, there are over a hundred. And Huang San, the third master of the Hou Mansion, is leading the team."

  "Mr. Huang San?" asked Lin Feng.

  The old vulture was somewhat surprised. The name of Mr. Huang San from the Hou Mansion was well-known, but Lin Feng seemed to have never heard of it before?

  But he fell into Lin Feng's hands at this time, and didn't dare to say much. He just introduced: "Mr. Huang San is the three managers of the Hou Mansion, and the external affairs of the Hou Mansion have always been his responsibility." After a pause, he added: "Mr. Huang San is a great master of the Golden Elixir period."

  Lin Feng licked his lips, the mysterious Marquis Zhu Hongwu's layout was indeed not small, a Golden Elixir period cultivator serving as a steward, and he was only one of three stewards, with two even bigger ones above him.

  Such a lineup should be able to take down that big monk Hui Ku in theory, but the premise is that they can't disperse their strength and be defeated by Hui Ku one by one.

  Lin Feng looked at the old vulture on the ground, nodded, and left him a life to inform Mr. Huang San, which was indeed useful.

  Jindan period cultivators lead the team, even if there are twenty-four heavenly arhats of Huisu, they must be careful.

  Calling out to the little dot in the distance, the little guy ran over with a white bone hammer, Lin Feng gave him a wink, and the little dot immediately walked behind Lao Ying with a smile.

  Although Old Eagle was lying on the ground and couldn't see the scenery above his head, that familiar feeling of goosebumps and a numb scalp surged up again.

  No!

  The bald old man had no other thoughts at this time, as long as he was not knocked unconscious again, he was willing to pay any price.

  But things didn't go as he wished, Xiaobudian aimed at his occipital bone and knocked him out again with a familiar blow.

  Lin Feng took away Lao's storage bag and stuffed the old man into a stone cave, then called out to Xiao Yan and Xiaochen to leave.

  The Eagle Elder is a subordinate of the Hou Mansion, with training resources provided by the Hou Mansion, which are incredibly rich.

  Lin Feng opened his storage bag and was dazzled by the various pills and spiritual objects inside. He couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion: "This risk-free business is indeed profitable."

  There is also a Taoist method in the storage bag, called Cang Ming Chang He Jue, which is a water-based Taoist method. It can increase the thickness of the practitioner's true energy.

  Water, in itself, is a thing that takes victory by quantity, the thicker and heavier it is, the stronger its power. Practitioners who cultivate water-based Daoist methods generally have more abundant and full magical powers than other practitioners of the same realm.

  This Cang Ming Long He Jue can increase the thickness of the practitioner's Fa Li, achieve great success in Taoist practice, and make the practitioner's Fa Li as mighty as a galloping river, majestic and unstoppable.

  Lin Feng has now cultivated two types of Taoist methods, the Jiuxiao Tianlei Orthodox Method and the Fudou Mingwang Jue. The two systems of thunderfire power that have been cultivated are extremely overbearing and fierce, but they also consume energy at a rapid rate.

  Lin Feng's current main attack method is the foundation period magic weapon, North Pole Heavenly Magnetic Sword, which consumes a lot of magic power. If Lin Feng can cultivate the Cang Ming Long River Technique, under the condition that his boundary does not change, his total magic power will be greatly increased, making it easier for him to control the North Pole Heavenly Magnetic Sword.

  This water-based Taoist magic was undoubtedly a timely rain for Lin Feng.

  Others practice a Taoist technique from scratch, but Lin Feng uses the system's hidden properties and can easily master it.

  Feeling the ten acupoints that had been opened up, with a surging magical power that was at least three times thicker than usual, Lin Feng smiled in satisfaction.

  Lin Feng was practicing the Qingming Longhe incantation while hurrying along the road, and soon caught up with Lie Feng Hui and his group.

  It's better to say that the people who were swept away by the strong wind stopped moving instead of catching up.

  A tall man in black with a scar on his face stood at the edge of a cliff, surrounded by a group of fierce wind will cultivators.

  Zhu Yi was being closely watched by two people, as he made his way through the dense forest. His once pristine blue shirt, now worn and tattered with several gashes, looked particularly disheveled, but his expression remained relatively calm.

  A strong wind blew and the monk couldn't help but say, "That monk probably got killed by someone, huh? He always bragged and had his eyes above his head, now he's showing his true form."

  The man in black stroked the scars on his face and said quietly, "Don't underestimate him, unless the other party has a Golden Elixir cultivator, Hui Ku won't be in trouble."

  "That monk's conduct is indeed profound; if it weren't so, we wouldn't have thought of pulling him into our group."

  The monk beside him asked: "Then we'll just keep waiting here?"

  The tall man in black let out a soft sigh: "I'm not waiting for Hui Ku, I'm waiting for the two brothers who chased and killed that fat guy before."

  "Zhu Hongwu, that old thief, sent out pursuers so quickly, it means that fatty successfully escaped and reported back. Now I only hope those two brothers are clever enough to see the situation is not good and escape on their own." The black-clothed big man's eyebrows were knotted into a knot: "But after so many days have passed, they still haven't come to rendezvous, I'm afraid... Alas!"

  The crowd of fierce winds cultivators all fell silent, the black-robed burly man took a deep breath: "The pursuing troops are getting closer and closer, can't wait any longer."

  He finished speaking, took out a strange-shaped spirit stone from his bosom, and tossed it into the air. Then, with both hands changing gestures, he pinched several different hand seals, and a large amount of spiritual energy surged forth in a wonderful rhythm and tempo.

  Lin Feng had been secretly observing from a distance, and upon seeing the movements of the black-clothed man, he immediately became vigilant.

  The Ling Stone flashed several times in mid-air and suddenly disappeared.

  On the steep cliff wall below, a patch of light suddenly appeared, and after the light disappeared, a cave entrance surprisingly appeared on the originally flat stone wall.

  As soon as he appeared at the entrance of the cave, Lin Feng felt a strong spiritual energy emanating from it. This was no ordinary mountain cave, but rather seemed to be the entrance to some sort of blessed land or sacred place.

  The black-clothed man had just used a technique, not to remove the obstacles blocking the entrance of the cave, but to use the spirit stone as a key to open up the passage leading to this place.

  It's clear that Lie Feng had long since grasped this escape route, and now that they were surrounded, he decisively used it.

  A man in black led the way, flying down the cliff and sliding into a cave entrance on the mountain wall. The fierce winds immediately surrounded Zhu Yi, moving in an orderly manner as they followed closely behind him, entering the cave together.

  Lin Feng didn't dare to delay, and brought two apprentices to hurry down to the foot of the cliff. Fortunately, the cave entrance was still open and hadn't closed again after the group entered in the strong wind.

  Three people, including the master and his disciples, entered the cave, looking inside, they could vaguely see a tunnel, which went down all the way, Lin Feng estimated the distance, and found that the tunnel was actually going deep into the ground.

  Moving forward, however, many forks appeared, with multiple tunnels leading in all directions. This cave was actually a complex underground palace.

  Lin Feng furrowed his brow at this moment, because he suddenly discovered that he couldn't sense Zhu Yi's location.

  In the underground palace, there is abundant spiritual energy, but also a large amount of filthy energy exists, and it is mixed with the spiritual energy, making it look particularly chaotic.

  In this chaotic environment, Lin Feng was unable to sense the crystal that remained on Zhu Yi's body.

  At the same time, the system prompt sound suddenly rang in Lin Feng's ear.