Phoenix Destroyer
18. Fucking Feng Mo

A few days of waiting still no change, Feng Mo and Kong Li decided to return to the city the next day. But no one expected, bad luck would befall him at night.

Feng Mo was distracted from his meditation, someone had destroyed the formation outside the tent. Feng Mo frowned, the newcomer is no good.

Soon someone barged in. Feng Mo was wary of criminals.

A Jindan cultivator drew his sword at Feng Mo. "Get out on your own or my sword takes you out?"

Feng Mo frowned. "I'm going out."

The cultivator glanced at him with approval and told him to come out immediately.

When Feng Mo walked out of the tent, he saw several people gathered. He was pushed to another group that fared similarly to him.

About a dozen Foundation cultivators gathered together. Their faces were filled with fear and confusion.

"What is this Tiger Gang doing?"

"Who knows?"

"I have a bad feeling."

"They gathered a lot of Foundation cultivators, they must have led us to do something dangerous."

Feng Mo lowered his gaze. Those people were the Tiger Gang. With dozens of Foundation cultivators, they might become cannon fodder.

He glanced at Kong Li's tent with worry.

After a while, the Tiger Gang gathered again with some of its members, and more Foundation cultivators. Dozens of Foundation cultivators were paraded into the Forest silently.

Tianlu Forest was very dark at night. Torches were lit to light the way. They walked all night and passed through the inner border when the sun rose.

Feng Mo lowered his head all the way. Trying to reduce his sense of existence and seek information from the Tiger Gang's mouth.

It turned out that something happened when those great powers tried to break the cave formation. The relic cave not only had a protective formation but also a killing formation.

Although they managed to break the path, many members or sect disciples were dead or injured.

However the Fusi cave cultivators still needed someone else to explore the path.

Some powers don't want to be the first to enter. If they were injured or died while exploring, wouldn't they make a wedding dress for someone else?

Then the Tiger Gang offered themselves in exchange for entry.

In reality the Tiger Gang did not intend to use its own members, but rob others. Most cultivators outside of Tianlu Forest were people who used to go in and out of the forest.

If a group of people suddenly disappeared, no one would find it.

They walked in the interior of the forest in fear. Some people became tense and tried to escape. When someone managed to escape, the Tiger Gang did not chase, only ridiculing. "Where do you think this is?"

The crowd turned pale. They did not dare to act anymore.

Feng Mo drowned himself in the crowd, not wanting to attract the attention of the Tiger Gang.

It was almost dark when they reached their destination.

A field appeared. A group of people are resting. Seen from the marks on their clothes and accessories, they were people of great strength.

Seeing their arrival, many people frowned.

"Da Yang, what do you mean bring so many people?" someone asked a fierce-faced man who was sitting not far from the crowd.

Da Yang was the leader of the Tiger Gang, he had cultivation at the Early stage of God Transformation. His face had scars all the way from his left eye to his chin.

Da Yang was indifferent. "Didn't you want a guide?"

" ... " Some people think disapprovingly, but no one says anything.

It was getting dark, a group of their Foundations were pushed to a certain place.

Feng Mo sensed the aura fluctuation not far away. Maybe the cave entrance. Feng Mo could not think of why he could feel it.

Throughout the night Feng Mo quietly stared at the aura fluctuations. Then he was surprised to find that he was slowly able to see the shape of the formation.

Feng Mo glanced left to right and saw no one paying attention to his strangeness.

The formation that protected the cave was a tier 6 formation as he had expected. Now the formation was filled with gaps like spider webs. They did not destroy the formation and maintained such a state. What the hell's going on?

Early in the morning, people of all strength gathered.

Cultivators were divided into 4 groups. City Lord's Mansion, Bailuo Sect, the Great Family gathered into one, and the Tiger Gang.

The four powers were led by cultivators at the late stage of God Transformation except for the Tiger Gang who were at the beginning of God Transformation.

The leader of the city lord's army, Captain Yan said, "Come on, get inside immediately before the formation collapses."

"How many people did the Tiger Gang bring?" An old man with a beard on his face frowned.

"About fifty Foundation cultivators."

"Are you sure you're going in this time? The people before that no one came back."

"Any chance there's always danger."

A group of people has decided the fate of others.

Feng Mo saw everything in his eyes. This group of cultivators did not take seriously the lives of cultivators inferior to them.

Feng Mo's pale face was turning increasingly whitish. He once again saw where the formation was located.

Feng Mo could not escape under the eyes of a God Transforming level cultivator. If he wanted to save himself, he could only hope that something inside the formation was something good.

People began to awaken their Foundation group. Some female cultivators cried without a sound. While the male cultivators started shaking. Some people hold each other.

The cultivator of that great power gave them jade to drop blood.

When it was Feng Mo's turn, the jade did not react after dripping blood. Feng Mo looked frantically unexplained, the cultivator in front of him also frowned.

"What's up?" Someone asked.

"This guy doesn't seem to react."

"Maybe defective? Get changed, there's more."

"It looks so."

Feng Mo was forced to drip blood again. It lights! It lights!

The jade still did not react, the cultivator looked at Feng Mo suspiciously.

Cold sweat soaked his cheeks, Feng Mo prayed in his heart earnestly.

After a gripping silence, the jade finally reacted. A dim light flashed signifying the jade function started to run.

Feng Mo could feel the connection between jade and himself. But Feng Mo also vaguely realized that he could break this relationship at any time.

After everyone dripped blood, they were herded to the front of the formation.

Heart palpitations of several people sounded, a feeling of crisis haunting.

Seeing that no one dared to advance, a cultivator grabbed the nearest Foundation cultivator and threw him into the opened formation gap.

"Yeah!"

Everyone paled. One two people pushed the other person and the person closest to the formation accidentally fell and was killed by the formation.

Seeing a body that was no longer intact, some female cultivators could not help but vomit.

Feng Mo's face was ugly, he had only first seen a dead person just like that in front of him.

The power behind became impatient, grabbing onto someone and throwing into the formation.

The man managed to get in.

Then some people gnashed their teeth and jumped in the direction that the cultivator had entered earlier.

Feng Mo who could see the formation gap, chose the closest gap.

No one noticed Feng Mo's strangeness, as a group of people gathered in front of the crack. And the power behind underestimated the power of Foundation cultivators.

A dizzy feeling struck, before Feng Mo stabilized the footing, he had choked first.

A gray mist covered the sky. Feng Mo covered his breathing and saw no one around. He felt relieved, and walked straight ahead.

Gray fog blurs visibility. Feng Mo increased his vigilance to the highest level.

After walking for an hour, Feng Mo was still not out of the fog. He tried to use his consciousness to explore the path. But Feng Mo could only look a few meters ahead.

The spiritual aura is almost non-existent. Feng Mo was trying to save energy.

A few meters ahead, a corpse lay. Feng Mo approached and found that the cultivator had died from poisoning.

His lips were purple, and his entire body was blackened. The yellow robe determined the identity of the corpse came from the Bailuo Sect.

Only then did Feng Mo realize that the gray fog was mixed with poison.

The specificity of Feng Mo's training made him immune to poison.

Thinking of the jade in the hands of the cultivators outside, immediately Feng Mo concentrated on severing ties. The subconscious leads him to break the relationship.

Outside of the Formation, Feng Mo's jade was smashed into pieces. But the cultivators watching did not care. Feng Mo's jade wasn't the first to be destroyed.

After sensing the break-up of the relationship, Feng Mo looked at the corpse on the ground.

There were no valuables except the storage ring.

Feng Mo took out a storage ring and burned the corpse with life flames.

Then he sat down and cast a spell to extract the poison in the air.

The fog around Feng Mo disappeared in the blink of an eye. And within a kilometer, the fog began to thin.

When Feng Mo was purifying the poison, he saw a huge formation under his feet. It was a formation that trapped all the poison within. When the poison was successfully cleared, the formation would automatically disappear.

But Feng Mo would not do it. Too cheap for others.

Looking at the formation formation, Feng Mo could see one way towards the exit.

Feng Mo picked up the flying sword and flew away quickly.

Along the way, he met some people who were dying. Feng Mo did not want to stop, he was afraid that others would see his strangeness. He took a detour.

After flying for hours, Feng Mo managed to break out of the formation.

He saw a magnificent palace standing on a hill. The palace was protected by another formation to prevent the poison outside from entering.

There's no one there. From the mist exit to the palace was a vast desert. There is no single plant.

Feng Mo had no way out anymore, he took the flying sword and went to the palace. Landing at the palace gate, Feng Mo suddenly felt something calling out to him from within the palace.

Feng Mo looked around cautiously.

Suddenly the palace gate slowly opened, as if asking him to enter.

The voice of the call echoed in his head. Feng Mo could not help himself and entered. Then the gate closed again.