There is another tomb altar, suspended in a dead air, surrounded by thirty-six stone pillars with a diameter of three meters. The stone pillars are carved with dragons and phoenixes, and some places are stained with blood, which is shocking.
On the stone tablet in front of the tomb altar, is engraved: "The tomb of Feng Jiye, the second generation of the Feng family."
Buried here turned out to be the second-generation head of the Feng family, the parent and child of the first-generation head.
When Feng Feiyun opened the tomb altar, a yin wind that hurt the skin blew out of the coffin. Anything that was touched by this yin wind immediately turned into flying ashes, even the stone pillars on the tomb altar. All five have been corroded and turned into white sand.
Feng Feiyun used the divine map to protect his body in order to escape this catastrophe.
"Is it really the King of Hell? This evil corpse is in the ancestral land of the Feng family. It uses the ancestors of the Feng family as food to forge its own body."
The corpse of the second-generation head of the Feng family was also eaten. There were bloodstains in it, and there were two hairs more than ten meters long. The evil spirit was pressing. If Feng Feiyun had an undead phoenix body, and he had already been infected with the rotten blood of the King of Hell, Then it will definitely be invaded by the evil energy above the hair.
Although this is just a hair, its lethality is comparable to that of an ordinary spiritual weapon.
Feng Feiyun kept the hairs he picked up from the coffin. If he was fortunate enough to get out of here alive and detoxify the poison of the rotten blood of the King of Hell on his body, then these hairs would be treasures that could be sold for a high price.
The imprint of the King of Hell on Feng Feiyun's chest became more and more active, like a black evil flame, his body became weaker and weaker, his vitality was rapidly disappearing, and even the hair on his temples turned white. root.
The rotten blood of the King of Hell devoured his life, making him age quickly, and even the bones tempered by the blood of the phoenix became stiff.
Continuing to walk towards the depths of the darkness, a blood-colored halo came from the far front. In the halo, there was an old tree growing on a grave.
The bark of this old tree is brown in color, full of ravines, like a dragon, with a distant ancient meaning. It is full of branches as thick as a human arm, and has more than 10,000 blood-red leaves.
The shape of the leaves is like the palm of a person, with fingerprints and veins, like more than 10,000 flames hanging on the treetops, emitting a blood-red color.
"What kind of tree is that? It's so powerful." Wan Xiangcen exclaimed.
Although her cultivation base was sealed, her spiritual sense was still there, and she felt the Dao source energy on the Hua Dao tree, which was a Dao Qi that even a giant would sigh.
Just smelling a wisp is already beneficial to the body and mind, and the whole body's tibia is "crackling". If you can cultivate under the Dao Hua Tree, even if you are an idiot, you can easily cultivate to the realm of a giant.
Feng Feiyun naturally couldn't tell her that it was the Taoist Tree, which was a divine tree. If it spread out, it would cause turmoil in the entire world of immortal cultivation.
Feng Feiyun walked in the direction of the Hua Dao Tree without saying a word. If he could dig up this divine tree, he could create a great cultivator.
The more you go to the depths of the darkness, the more peaceful you are. Those strange creatures have disappeared. The quieter you are, the more frightening you are.
Feng Feiyun walked for nearly an hour, crossed a large black swamp, walked over three stone bridges, and encountered more than ten tombs, but he felt that the Taoist Tree was still quite far away from him, as if he had always been Walking in place, the distance between the two has not shortened at all.
Wan Xiangcen has been following Feng Feiyun closely all the time, and naturally he has noticed the strangeness, and said: "This area is strange, that old blood-red tree doesn't seem to be in the same world as us at all. , even if we walk for a lifetime, it is impossible to walk under the tree."
"Reverse the art of heaven and earth." Feng Feiyun said.
Wan Xiangcen said in surprise: "What did you say?"
"Cough, it's nothing!" Feng Feiyun coughed, and stopped walking forward, bent down, squatted on the ground, and rehearsed the rules of heaven and earth with stones.
He has now comprehended four-forty-fourths of Xiaoyan's number, and there are many ways to deal with this kind of death.
In addition, he has now reached the first level of Destiny. There are some Phoenix Secret Techniques that could not be used before, but now they can also be used. Even in the techniques that go against heaven and earth, they can still find some rules and a way of life.
"Yes, come with me!" Feng Feiyun stood up, stepped forward with strange steps on his feet, and took a step forward. The whole space trembled slightly, and the air seemed to become liquid. This feeling , as if passing through a layer of water.
"Shh!"
When Feng Feiyun fell to the ground, the scene in front of him changed dramatically.
Wan Xiangcen followed closely behind him and came out. When he saw the scene in front of him, he quickly covered the mouth of the sandalwood with his hand and said, "The tomb has disappeared..."
That's right, the tomb disappeared.
Originally, the Taoist tree grew on the head of the tomb, but after passing through the layout of the art of inverting heaven and earth, the Taoist tree was still there, but the tomb also disappeared, replaced by a grass hut.
The Huadao tree grows in front of the grass hut. Light and rain fall on the tree, and the blood leaves float with the wind.
Feng Feiyun's eyes were fixed on the Huadao tree, and his eyes were straight.
Wan Xiangcen looked curiously, following Feng Feiyun's gaze, and saw that there was an evil corpse hanging on the tree, but the evil corpse was very broken, with no head, no left or right hand, and no left hand. Legs, no chest...
The corpse was horribly mutilated, with only one right leg and one spine, and this right leg and spine were both rotten and shriveled to the extreme, without a drop of blood essence, as if they had been smashed with a knife and axe and baked with fire. Baked to a mummy.
But just a corpse that was so broken that it could no longer be broken, it gave people a sense of infinite fear, and it was a long distance away, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.
The evil power contained in it has the power to crush the world.
Feng Feiyun's face was already pale as paper, and now it was even more pale, and the imprint of the King of Hell on his chest was about to fly out, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Why is the rotten blood of the King of Hell in my body starting to get out of control? Could it be that the broken evil corpse hanging on the Huadao tree is the legendary King of Hell?" The rotten blood of Hades in the body.
"Squeak!"
Under the tree, the yellow wooden door of the grass hut opened, and an old man walked out of the wooden door. The old man had always lived in the grass hut, wearing a purple-gold robe, he looked particularly energetic.
Feng Feiyun quickly restrained his spiritual energy and stood up from the ground, alert to the old man, Wan Xiangcen moved slightly and stood behind Feng Feiyun without leaving a trace.
It's so weird. It's unbelievable that there is still a living person living in such a place.
This old man is very kind and kind, with an air of peace on his body, and a purple green fairy light is suspended above his head, which is exactly the same as the portrait of the first generation of the Feng family.
Could he be the first-generation head of the Feng family? He didn't even die? How can this be
Even the epic giant can't live for a thousand years. The first generation of the Feng family has died for more than a thousand years. How could he live in the cemetery thatched cottage
Feng Feiyun's eyes burned with flames, and the phoenix eyes were running. He felt that it was probably because the first generation of the Feng family's head was turned into a corpse and crawled out of the tomb.
But to his disappointment, he couldn't see a trace of corpse aura on the old man's body, he was a living person.
"I feel the blood of the Feng family in your body. Are you a descendant of the Feng family?" The old man smiled kindly, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
He actually spoke...
Feng Feiyun forced himself to calm down and said, "It's not a child of the Feng family."
The old man's brows were slightly wrinkled, and a bunch of wrinkles were raised.
Feng Feiyun then said: "I was expelled from the Feng family by the ninth generation of the Feng family, so naturally I am no longer a child of the Feng family."
"The ancestors of the Feng family will not be expelled from the Feng family if they are not those who are treacherous and evil, who do not deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors, or who are not traitors to the family. Which one of the three did you commit? Will I be expelled from the Feng family?" The old man's face became serious, a little intimidating, that majestic air directly oppressed Wan Xiangcen to the ground.
This is not the suppression of power, it is just a shock from the soul.
This old man actually knew the ancestral teachings of the Feng family. Could it be that he is really the first generation of the family head of the Feng family. He is not dead, but still alive? Live for more than a thousand years
But why does the wine and meat monk say that he has turned evil
At least Feng Feiyun didn't see any evil spirit in him at the moment, instead, he had a fairy wind of Taoism.
Feng Feiyun was still standing there, not even bending his spine, and sneered: "Because I offended a super-powerful young lady, the contemporary head of the Feng family can only give up our kind in order to protect the family. little pawn."
"Impossible, even if the entire Feng family is destroyed, it will not bow to anyone, and will not give up any of the family's children because of oppression." The old man looked at Feng Feiyun's neither humble nor arrogant appearance. Standing under oppression, this kind of talent is simply unparalleled in the world, and it is absolutely impossible for a villain to do it.
Feng Feiyun laughed loudly, and when he laughed, he coughed again, coughing up blood, but his expression was not withered, and said, "Who is the senior?"
"Feng Mo." The old man said.
After hearing this name, Feng Feiyun's heart trembled slightly, and it really was the name of the first generation of the Feng family.
Feng Mo and Feng Chi are the two most amazing people in the Feng family, one is the first generation of the Feng family, and the other is the most amazing and talented myth of the Feng family.
Feng Mo is brother.
The wind is crazy for the younger brother.
Under the leadership of the two of them, the Feng family could have become a family comparable to the level of the four major clans, but the two of them died mysteriously one after another, leaving future generations with infinite regrets.
Could it be that he is really the first-generation head of the Feng family? But people who have been dead for more than a thousand years, why are they standing in front of them alive