The tree hole closed silently, and all this happened in just a moment.
The pitch-black tree hole did not affect Feng Qingyang's vision at all. He looked around with his eyes open. The hole was in a long strip with a thick layer of fallen leaves on one side. It seemed that this was where the strange tiger slept before.
On the other side of the tree hole there is a tunnel that is just one person wide. It winds downward with no end in sight. It seems to be a world of its own, and is completely different from what one sees from the outside world.
"That's weird... Could it be that I have entered some treasure land by chance?" Feng Qingyang smacked his lips and walked towards the depths with disapproval.
The tree hole was quiet and cool, with gusts of cold wind blowing out from the depths from time to time. An ordinary person would definitely find it weird and scary, but when the cold wind blew on Feng Qingyang, it almost made him scream out in comfort.
Zombies like shade. Feng Qingyang was exhausted after his previous desperate run and concentrating on dealing with the strange tiger. At this moment, he was enjoying the cool breeze in the tree hole, which was like a drizzle that suddenly fell on a long-dry field, moistening his long-dried meridians.
The 'Tai Yin Sutra' was silently running, absorbing the Yin energy in the cold wind, and the last few strands flowed into the body.
One week, two weeks, three weeks;
In less than half an hour, he had recovered almost everything. This was all due to his Corpse King bloodline. The speed at which the Corpse King bloodline absorbed Yin Qi was terrifying. Just like those rare spirits in the world of cultivation, their unique talents allowed them to far surpass others on the path of cultivation.
"It's really good to have different martial arts. As long as there is Yin energy, I can practice quickly. It's simply a rare cheating tool." Feng Qingyang sighed and lamented his experience, but overall he was still quite happy.
As he thought about it, his heart began to stir again. He was about to enter a huge world of cultivation, which was a legendary existence on Earth.
The nourishment of Yin energy made his originally stiff body gradually regain flexibility. Feng Qingyang walked slowly towards the depths without hesitation.
"There is wind in the tree hole, so I guess there must be a space underneath..." Feng Qingyang thought to himself.
Having regained his strength, he seemed particularly energetic. As an archaeologist, the adventurous and restless blood in his soul was throbbing deeply again. The mystery in the tree hole constantly attracted him to move forward.
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I walked down the curved tree hole for an unknown amount of time, but finally I saw a large hole at the end, with faint yellow light emitting from it.
"Sure enough, there is a treasure. It seems that my luck has really turned." Feng Qingyang was overjoyed and jumped down without thinking.
Bang!
There was a sound of something heavy falling in the empty cave.
The moment he landed, Feng Qingyang's heart suddenly contracted. He rolled on the spot, stuck to the wall beside him, stretched out his nose to sniff, and smelled a very strong yin energy.
This cave was at least as big as a basketball court, with faint candles lit all around. However, the strange thing was that the candles had clearly burned out but had not gone out, and the faint flames were still swaying slightly.
Feng Qingyang turned his head and looked at the wall beside him, only to see countless strange symbols engraved on it, layer upon layer, finally converging towards the top of the cave.
A large town with a blood-red glow suddenly appeared on the top of the circular cave. The handwriting was as if carved with a knife, vigorous and powerful, revealing a heavy and desolate meaning.
And one cannot look at it for too long. Just now, Feng Qingyang only looked at it for a moment, and he felt that the word "Zhen" seemed to have turned into thousands of thin swords shooting straight at him.
Feng Qingyang was shocked and tried to practice the 'Taiyin Sutra' but found that he could not muster a single bit of magic power. Moreover, surprisingly, he could feel it but could not use it. It seemed that the word "Zhen" engraved on the top of the cave was only to restrain the Yin energy.
Looking down from the top of the cave, there was a black shadow in the center of the square-sized cave. Feng Qingyang walked forward vigilantly, and soon he saw a huge stone coffin standing in the center.
The stone coffin was three meters long and rested on a high step. From Feng Qingyang's perspective, he could only see the bottom and one side of the stone coffin. The faint yellow light did not obstruct his vision at all.
He clearly saw that there were densely packed talismans engraved on the stone coffin, and it was a big Chinese character "Zhen", which echoed with the Chinese character "Zhen" on the top of the cave. Every stroke was a tiny "Zhen", which made Feng Qingyang's scalp tingle.
"My God, what on earth is suppressed in here? Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?" Feng Qingyang was amazed and curious. As an archaeologist, he had the urge to open the coffin and check it out.
He took a running start on the spot, and when he was almost at the bottom of the coffin, he pushed off with his feet and suddenly rushed towards the stone coffin.
Dang! There was a sound of a bell after it landed.
"Huh? It's not a stone coffin, it's actually bronze!" After he took a closer look, he found that the coffin was just covered with a layer of lime on the outside.
While he was thinking secretly, the coffin suddenly began to shake violently, as if Feng Qingyang's arrival had triggered something in the coffin.
Feng Qingyang was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
I saw that the coffin made a sharp moving sound, and deep at the edge there was a finger covered with fluff and unusually sharp. The nails were shiny black and about a foot long. With a click, it turned upside down on the edge of the coffin, and it was obvious that the things inside wanted to get out.
"Damn, is there a thousand-year-old zombie suppressed in there?" Feng Qingyang shouted before he remembered that he was also a zombie, and a small jumping zombie at that. He couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
As the arms of the spectator creature stretched longer and longer, at this moment, a storm suddenly arose in the quiet cave. The red light of the word "Zhen" on the top of the cave became brighter, and an extremely heavy pressure was released from it.
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and retreated repeatedly until he reached the edge of the cave and was pressed to the ground, where he felt a little better.
I saw a figure flying out from the word "Zhen". The figure had white hair and a youthful face, and he looked intimidating without even getting angry. He flicked the dust in his hand and pressed his big hand down suddenly.
"Boom." A bolt of lightning as thick as an arm with a dazzling light suddenly struck the outstretched arm. The cave was immediately filled with a smell of anxiety, but the strange thing was that the lightning did not damage the bronze coffin, as if it was only targeting the things in the coffin.
“Boom!”
After being struck by lightning, the arm suddenly retracted, and the cracked bronze coffin was closed tightly again with a bang.
"Master Putuo, if I were to break this seal, I would eat your flesh alive, drink your blood, and then throw your soul into the soul-refining fire to torment you for eternity..."
Those words filled with resentment echoed in the empty cave, and the lingering sound could not dissipate for a long time.
"This... This... I really encountered an old zombie!" Feng Qingyang, who was lying on the ground, was stunned. Everything that had happened before brought him an unprecedented sense of shock.
Thunderbolts as thick as arms, ancient bronze coffins, old zombies. After a brief introduction, he finally realized that he had not entered a treasure land, but a sealed place.
"It's not advisable to stay here for long, it's better to leave first." After the arm retracted, the pressure emitted by the word "Zhen" on the cave had dissipated. Feng Qingyang looked around and couldn't help but be shocked.
He saw that the cave he had jumped into before had disappeared long ago, and the semicircular cave was arched, which was clearly a huge ancient tomb.
"Damn it, why is this world of cultivation so weird? Poor me, I'm just a little jumping corpse..." Feng Qingyang's wailing voice was heard in the cave. He was not afraid, but felt that he was too unlucky.
Since I can't get out, I might as well check this ancient tomb carefully. In Feng Qingyang's eyes, there is no absolute closure, and there must be other exits here.
One circle, two circles, three circles;
"Ah! What the hell is this place? Is there any hope for life?" Feng Qingyang let out a strange howl. He didn't know how many hours had passed since he entered the ancient tomb. After going through so many rounds of inspections, the depressing environment almost made him collapse.
Fortunately, this place would not pose any danger to him. The Nine Yin Scriptures was still absorbing the surrounding Yin energy. Although he could not use magic power, there was always something left, Feng Qingyang comforted himself.
"Boy, do you want to go out?"