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In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed. After being frightened once by Feng Aoran's iron-fisted methods, Moller calmed down without making any move and consciously retreated away.

But Feng Aoran did not relax at all. On the contrary, their training became even more intense. Feng Aoran's goal was not just Moller or Xinliang but the whole world.

Feng Aoran applied all the information warfare of the 21st century to training and trained those fighters into a special force. Although the results were not obvious in one month, everyone was deeply convinced by Feng Aoran.

A cohesive army is often invincible.

"I sent people to collect a lot of Moller's battle information, and I found a lot of strange things. In addition to Xinliang, many of the effects were also attacked, but the total strength of these troops has exceeded Moller's total number of people, and there are still many places where

The undead army, the Warcraft army, and many wizards are all unrealistic. Moller has become a puppet of a mysterious organization. If we continue to accept it passively, we will be destroyed sooner or later, so I

Decided to go to Moller to get some information."

Feng Aoran sat on the main seat, exuding a faint aura of a king. Her brows were always furrowed into a small mountain. Although they had not been attacked recently, there was no guarantee that they would take revenge that day.

"No, all the people we sent to Moller are dead. You can't take risks." Feng Ye was the first to object. In the past month, they have sent many people to Moller to investigate, and without exception, they all died.

"I don't agree either. If you die, who will the soul clan rely on?" Xinghun also objected. The talent Feng Aoran has shown in the past month has made him very happy. As long as she continues to practice the soul power "Soul Eater", she will definitely

If he can achieve great success, Feng Aoran will be able to lead the soul clan back to the Holy Land within fifty years.

"The bounden duty of a soldier is to obey orders. You are all my soldiers now. Don't think that because you are my friends, you can disobey orders. I have already decided. I am informing you and not discussing with you. And I am very confident about my own strength.

Have confidence that you can definitely run away even if you can't beat me." Feng Aoran interrupted them. She knew that everyone cared about her, but she needed space to grow alone. Too much support behind her would make her lose her ability to resist danger.

She needs to constantly practice herself between life and death.

"I support." Margaret jumped on the table, with a hint of admiration in her dark eyes. Feng Aoran's fate was destined to be a road of killing, and the resurrection of the God of Slaughter must be watered with blood.

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"Margaret, please go with me." Feng Aoran said, but Margaret shook her head: "No, you can't rely too much on me. I am more useful than all of them. You have to experience

You're on your own." Margaret said with a righteous tone, but there was a cunning gleam in her eyes, she had already planned it.

"Well, if you are so confident that I will go alone, then I will go by myself. You continue to watch the military drills. If you encounter an unstoppable opponent, retreat and be sure to preserve enough strength."

After explaining some things, Feng Aoran left the military camp. In addition to understanding the mysterious organization behind Moller, she also wanted to find out some information about the Xuanlong Empire. After all, the Xuanlong Empire was her biggest enemy.

Feng Aoran was not in a hurry. She neither circulated her spiritual energy nor her soul power. She just walked slowly on her feet. This was also considered a kind of practice. Besides, she needed to think about something. Once when she was practicing, her soul

When the force hit her body, she was surprised to find that the fusion of soul power and spiritual power would produce a powerful force, but that power would dissipate very quickly. Feng Aoran wanted to fuse the two energies again but was unable to do so.

"How can we fuse?" Feng Aoran said to himself, condensing a trace of soul power in his left hand, and a trace of spiritual power in his right hand. He slowly closed his hands, and his hands gradually came closer, and a strange space was distorted in his hands.

Suddenly, a trace of residual energy was released, and a big tree in front was blown to pieces.

A thin trace of sweat appeared on Feng Aoran's forehead. The two energies were so repulsive that they could not be fused.

With a sound of "Bang -", Feng Aoran's hands quickly let go, and a powerful shock wave emitted from her hands. Fortunately, Feng Aoran retreated quickly. If she didn't, she was afraid that she would be blown up by the explosion she created.

dead.

The energy from the explosion almost destroyed a large number of forests in front, and almost all the trees and stones were turned into powder. "It was so dangerous, I almost killed myself." Feng Aoran patted his chest, a little scared.

I took a few deep breaths.

Mo Yu was encouraged by Margaret to chase Feng Aoran out. Unexpectedly, he saw such a scene as soon as he caught up. Mo Yu was a little shocked. He didn't know what Feng Aoran had done, but he was sure that the energy was very strong.

It's terrifying, even more terrifying than Wuji Qi, the highest level of fighting spirit.

"Who?" Feng Aoran just took a breath and felt someone approaching. She turned around suddenly and saw Mo Yu standing next to a tree with a handsome black panther. Mo Yu was dressed in white, with red cinnabar on his eyebrows.

, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth was like the first rays of the setting sun. Every time he glanced at Feng Aoran so suddenly, he would be a little dazed, and he was not immune this time.

Feng Aoran was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses: "Why are you here? Don't say you are here to protect me. Your strength is only enough to hold me back." What Feng Aoran knew was that Mo Yu only had the Seven Stars of Dou Qi.

The strength of the left and right is really weak to her.

"Didn't you say that people like me who dare to run into the army must have someone to rely on? Then what are you worried about? Besides, multiple drags are also a kind of experience for you. Just running away by yourself is not a skill.

." Mo Yu smiled lightly and walked towards Feng Aoran with Black Panther.

Feng Aoran glanced at the black panther next to Mo Yu, with a trace of envy in her eyes: "Is this your Warcraft? It looks so domineering. It's much better than Margaret."

When the Black Panther heard Feng Aoran praise him, he raised his head proudly and roared twice. His eyes as green as emerald showed a touch of pride, but before he could finish being proud, Feng Aoran had already jumped onto his back.

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"Sitting is very domineering, and the speed should be very fast. You should have come earlier. I have been walking for three days and I am exhausted." Feng Aoran glanced at Mo Yu with some complaints, and raised his hands.

He was restlessly stroking around the Black Panther's body. The Black Panther looked at Mo Yu for help, but Mo Yu acted as if he hadn't seen him and just smiled as usual.

"You come up too, let's hurry up and find a town to rest for a while." Feng Aoran patted the Black Panther's back and motioned for Mo Yu to come up. It felt like he was taking over the host's place.

In fact, the black panther is more than three meters long. It is not crowded at all when two people sit on the back, and there is no need to worry about the embarrassment of physical contact. However, Feng Aoran, who has always been unconventional, once again lay on the black panther's back in an imageless manner.
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