"who?!"
There was a flash of sharpness in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he stared at the chaotic void in the distance and said.
He could feel a figure approaching at an extremely fast speed. The sound came later but arrived first. The aura was extremely terrifying, comparable to that of a saint, and exuded an extremely powerful holy power.
Buzz!
The chaotic mist dissipated, and a figure instantly swept over from a distance and landed in front of Ling Xiao and the White Dragon Horse.
He was a chubby boy about seven or eight years old, with extremely dark skin and a chubby look. His small eyes were almost narrowed, flashing with brilliance, and he had a harmless smile on his face.
But Ling Xiao could feel that there were extremely terrifying power fluctuations hidden in this little fat man's body, which was even stronger than that of the Son of Darkness and others.
"He is not a saint, but his aura is not weaker than that of a saint! A strong man in the third realm of heaven?"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he thought secretly in his heart.
He could feel that the little fat man in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling. His aura was very terrifying, comparable to that of a saint, but his real cultivation should not have broken through to the saint level yet. He should be a strong man in the third realm of heaven.
"Little black fat man, who are you?"
The white dragon horse widened his eyes and stared at the little fat man with an unfriendly look on his face and asked.
It was just that the name "Little Black Fatty" was too unpleasant to the ear, and he immediately rolled his eyes and said, "You bastard horse, you just drank my Heavenly Dao Origin Liquid, and you have already forgotten who I am?"
The white dragon horse was shocked, and immediately exclaimed with an expression as if he had seen a ghost: "You are... you are... that Kunpeng?"
Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel moved, and finally determined the source of the familiar aura on the little fat man. That was the aura of the Devouring Avenue. Could this little fat man be the terrifying Kunpeng
Not only White Dragon Horse, even Ling Xiao found it hard to believe.
Kunpeng's body is tens of millions of feet long, like a floating continent, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky, blocking out the sky and the sun. When he fought against the three peerless geniuses of the Son of Darkness, he was so arrogant that he could almost swallow up the entire sky.
If this little fat guy is Kunpeng, even Lingxiao would feel that it is extremely unreal.
"Yes, it is me! I have nurtured the origin of the Heavenly Dao for tens of millions of years with the Devouring Dao, and it was swallowed by a bastard like you. Tell me what should I do?"
The little fat man smiled proudly, staring at the white dragon horse with unfriendly eyes.
"Tsk! Little black fat man, don't think I don't know that although you are the source of the Heavenly Dao, most of the energy has already been swallowed into your body by your Devouring Dao. That bowl of Heavenly Dao source is just a tiny part of it. It is dispensable to you! Moreover, if we hadn't saved you, you would have been captured by Hua Ziyang and used as a mount. How dare you care about this?"
White Dragon Horse said with disdain on his face.
"Humph! If you hadn't saved me, I would have swallowed you whole!"
The little fat man snorted coldly, and a fiery black light flashed in his eyes. He looked mysterious and majestic. At this moment, Ling Xiao finally felt the breath fluctuations when he faced Kunpeng before.
"Little Black Fatty, where are the Son of Darkness, Hua Ziyang, and that monk? Did you swallow them? Knowing that we saved you, don't you want to repay us? Just give us a hundred or eighty bowls of that Heavenly Dao Origin Liquid!"
The white dragon horse said shamelessly.
"Of course the three of them had already escaped. If they hadn't run so fast, they would have been my meal! You still want a hundred or eighty bowls of Heavenly Dao Origin Liquid? You are so arrogant. You don't even have a single bowl! However, I know how to distinguish between gratitude and resentment. I will repay a favor. There is a great opportunity in this burial ground. Do you want it?"
The little black fat man rolled his eyes.
"Burial ground? You just said this is a burial ground, what do you mean?"
Ling Xiao asked slowly.
"Because this is indeed a burial ground, and it is the burial ground of the ancient war between gods and demons. If you don't believe me, just look!"
The little fat man spoke slowly and suddenly opened his mouth.
Roar!
A roar that shook the heavens and the earth emanated from his mouth. Suddenly, the heaven and earth trembled, and a vast devouring force erupted.
The chaotic energy in the sky was swallowed into the fat man's stomach in an instant like a whale swallowing the sea. Kunpeng's supreme magical power of swallowing the sky and the earth burst out, making Lingxiao and the white dragon horse next to him feel a palpitation.
The strength of this little black fat guy is truly terrifying!
He took a big gulp, and suddenly a vacuum state appeared in the area of thousands of miles around Ling Xiao and the White Dragon Horse, and all the chaotic mist was swallowed up by the little black fat man.
Without the obstruction of the chaotic energy, Ling Xiao and the White Dragon Horse could immediately see the scene of this world clearly.
In the distance, the vast land was covered with endless white bones. The white bones lay in the wind and sand. There were corpses of humans and demons. Some corpses were even tens of thousands of feet long and buried deep in the yellow sand. The parts exposed outside exuded an extremely strong evil spirit.
Those white bones were only a few dozen miles away from Lingxiao and the White Dragon Horse, stretching all the way to the depths of the universe's Milky Way. They seemed to be flowing with the yellow sand, looking spectacular.
The evil spirit that Ling Xiao felt before came from those white bones. Although those corpses had been dead for countless years, the evil spirit in the corpses was still preserved, but it was shrouded in thick chaotic mist, obscuring the perception of Ling Xiao and the White Dragon Horse.
“Is this the burial place?”
Ling Xiao and Bai Longma looked at each other and couldn't help but gasp.
The scene before them was too spectacular. The densely packed bones must have buried tens of thousands of powerful men. Some of the bones contained such murderous aura that even from a distance, Ling Xiao and the White Dragon Horse felt extremely nervous.
"That's right! This is the battlefield where the ancient chaotic gods and demons fought each other, and it is also their burial place! But normally, the burial place is hidden deep in the universe, and outsiders cannot enter it. Only when the world changes drastically and the laws are in chaos, will the burial place appear!"
The little black fat man said slowly.
"Great changes in the world? Could it be that there really is a passage leading to the ancient land of chaos in the cosmic river?"
The White Dragon Horse's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something.
"It's very likely! But the passage should not have appeared yet! Since you can come to the burial ground, it means that you are destined to this place and have the opportunity to obtain the fortune and opportunities here. Do you want to give it a try?"
The little black fat man nodded.
"What kind of luck and opportunity?"
Ling Xiao asked.
"Have you heard of the secret art of reincarnation?"
There was a gleam of fiery light in the little black fat man's eyes, and he spoke very solemnly.
(End of this chapter)