While he was thinking, the pure power of the flame veins from all directions was quickly absorbed by the Phoenix Mark on his chest, and then nourished his entire body. Although his cultivation of the technique stopped here, his body became stronger and stronger under the forging of this flame.
"Shinto Sect..." Feng Qingyang closed his eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. In Nangong Li's memory, he found a funny memory.
And this memory also made him more determined to go to Shinto Sect and look for Pangu. With Feng Qingyang's temperament, he had just arrived and entered the Supreme God Realm as a cave world. Obviously, he couldn't be too arrogant. He still understood the principle that a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.
After making up his mind, he fell into deep thought again. The flames in his veins flowed slowly, and gradually returned to normal as he closed his eyes. He didn't know how many meters deep this place was underground.
It is cut off from all detection by divine sense and is almost a natural place for cultivation and retreat. However, this is only a branch of the entire Jiuli Divine Dynasty after all, and the power it contains is not that much.
At least in the eyes of the God King, this is useless. As for the Heavenly Gods, if they rashly enter the Flame Vein at the initial stage, they will be burned to ashes. Even the Heavenly Gods at the peak level are unwilling to easily set foot in the center of the Flame Vein.
After all, Feng Qingyang got the upper hand. Little did he know that after he disappeared, everything that happened in Guiyuan Divine Sect was spreading to the entire Suzaku Divine Kingdom at a terrifying speed.
This was a turbulent year and also a turbulent year for the entire Suzaku Divine Kingdom. The tenth sun belonging to the Divine Emperor once appeared from here. And in this year, a physical cultivator from the Dayu Divine Dynasty named Feng Qingyang also appeared here.
No one knew how much time had passed, perhaps a day, or perhaps a year. On this day, Feng Qingyang, who had his eyes closed, suddenly twitched his brows, and then his eyes, as bright as stars, appeared, piercing through the flame veins flowing around his body, and looked up at the dim sky.
"It's time." After a long period of recuperation, he has recovered all his strength. Under the tempering of the flame veins, the strength of his body has also undergone earth-shaking changes. Although he has not made a breakthrough in his cultivation, his own strength has reached the pinnacle.
Thinking of this, he instantly raised his hand, pinched the seal with his fingertips, and then gently waved towards the sky. In an instant, colorful divine light flashed, causing the entire earth to vibrate under the release of this light. Not only that, countless flame veins disrupted the initial flow direction, and burst out towards the sky above his head along with his hands, making him, who was originally unable to see the sun, finally spread his consciousness to the ground under the impact of the flame veins.
"Five thousand meters underground!" Feng Qingyang was shocked. If this scene fell into the eyes of ordinary ancient gods, they would not believe it even if they were beaten to death. There was actually someone with the cultivation level of an early ancient god who could enter the Flame Vein to such a deep level, and could walk freely in front of Mr. Qi, and even rashly used the power of the Flame Vein to heat his body.
This kind of crazy thing is really unheard of. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it. It's too crazy and it's totally not common sense.
Boom!
Almost at the same time, he returned to the ground with the impact of the flame veins. The corpses scattered all over the ground made Feng Qingyang's pupils shrink suddenly.
The ground here is black, with no grass growing on it. A thick poison barrier is like a poisonous cloud, moving with the wind, and rolling in all directions in a disorderly manner.
Moreover, there were countless white bones scattered all around his feet, some of which were almost rotten, while others looked as if they had just died, and even their flesh had not decayed.
"Is this a battlefield?" Feng Qingyang's nose twitched, feeling the faint smell of blood filling the air, and then his eyebrows jumped suddenly. If this was true, then his luck was really bad to have encountered such a bad thing.
In frustration, he wanted to reintegrate into the earth, but at this moment he discovered that the Phoenix mark on his chest seemed to have become saturated after being immersed in the flame veins for a long time. Although the halo was not as bright as it was at the beginning, but seemed a bit different and deep, the terrifying power accumulated in it still made Feng Qingyang's heart tremble.
Roar... Some screams and shouts spread along the poison barrier. Feng Qingyang instantly perked up, not knowing where the fight was happening at that moment.
After sorting out the broken memories in my mind about where that unlucky Nangong Li came from for a long time, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and understood my current location.
This place is the swamp near the north. The fighting here also comes from the order of the God Emperor of Jiuli Divine Dynasty. It is said that the tenth sun appeared from here.
Feng Qingyang sneered. Although he didn't know what the so-called tenth sun was, he always had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if the occurrence of this incident was inevitably related to himself.
"If I want to go to Shinto Sect, I must cross this swamp." After pondering for a moment, Feng Qingyang finally made up his mind and went straight through. He concealed his breath and flew into the thick poisonous barrier.
This could be fatal to others, but to his strong body and skin that is immune to all poisons, it is just a tickle.
As he galloped, there was always a faint whisper coming from all directions. Sometimes it would appear directly in Feng Qingyang's ears, and sometimes it would echo throughout the world.
At first, Feng Qingyang thought he had been discovered by someone, but in the end he found out that this was not man-made, but natural. The longer time went on, the more upset he became.
It seemed that if he stayed here for too long, his mind would be stimulated by these whispers, causing his mind to be filled with mixed thoughts. His original calmness and stability almost disappeared, and he turned into a rampage.
This feeling made Feng Qingyang's heart tremble. If it continued like this, wouldn't he be lost here? Thinking of this, he bit the tip of his tongue. The pain instantly stimulated his brain. He snorted coldly and took a step forward. In an instant, he disappeared into the world.
Bang bang… Bang bang…
As he sped, in addition to the initial chatter that made him irritated, there now appeared a kind of restless sound that made his blood boil, like a war drum being hit hard.
Suddenly, it seemed as if he had arrived at a battlefield with thousands of soldiers and horses. Feng Qingyang knew that something was wrong. Perhaps this was the weirdness of this place. The swamp was full of murderous intent. He finally understood why so many monks died here.
Even if they themselves are unwilling to do anything, under the stimulation of the rules of this world, their eyes will turn red and they will go berserk. In this way, the final outcome will ultimately be death.
"Is this a forbidden area? Otherwise, how could it be so dangerous?"