"Putuo, oh Putuo, you never thought that I, Guiming, would be able to break the seal one day, right? Hahaha..."
The skinny old man in the air grinned grimly, and it took him a while to remember that there was another Feng Qingyang on the ground.
After he landed, he looked around and finally found a charred human figure in a corner of the bronze coffin.
I saw that the body was covered with coke, emitting a coke stench, and there were streams of electric current running through it from time to time.
"Could this guy have been struck to death by lightning? I clearly detected that his zombie body contained a trace of lightning attribute before. How strange." The skinny old man looked incredulous.
"It doesn't make sense, it's really weird..." Just as the skinny old man was about to squat down and explore with his hands, the charred figure on the ground suddenly sneezed, accurately spraying the skinny old man's head and face.
The charred charcoal on the ground suddenly stood up, followed by a crackling sound. Layers of charred skin fell off, revealing a bronze keratinous human figure. This was Feng Qingyang who had been hit by the world-destroying divine thunder before.
"You old bastard... old Korean... I was helping you with good intentions but you actually plotted against me..." Feng Qingyang, who had just woken up, cursed at the skinny old man in front of him. He didn't care who you were after escaping death.
The skinny old man kept scolding until his face turned pale, then black, then black, then green, and finally turned into a layer of angry red.
"Enough!" A murderous aura suddenly hit him.
"Young man, you don't know how high the heavens are, how to respect the elders and how to love the young. Don't act recklessly just because you saved my life. Believe it or not, I will kill you with one palm strike right away."
The skinny old man shouted, who is he? He is the famous Ghost Master in the cultivation world, a person respected by all, but at this moment, he was scolded by a small jumping corpse. How could he not be angry
He interrupted Feng Qingyang's shouting and scolding, and looked at Feng Qingyang who was still angry and said with embarrassment: "The situation was urgent before, and I had no choice but to do this..."
"Hmph!" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly. He also knew the seriousness of the situation. The old man in front of him seemed embarrassed, but in fact he was definitely a cold-blooded man who was ruthless and murderous. If he made him angry, he would probably kill him.
But thinking about that moment before, Feng Qingyang still felt a lingering fear...
Just when he was thrown into the center of the thunder by the skinny old man, he thought he was going to be struck to death. When he closed his eyes and waited for death, he found that he was already in the thunder, and the lightning was raging, making him miserable.
However, when the thunder fell, it happened to strike the tiger demon's inner elixir in his arms. The inner elixir was a substance condensed from the essence of heaven and earth, and it was extremely hard.
Under the fierce bombardment of thunder, the inner elixir shattered into pieces in an instant, and just when the essence of the inner elixir was about to dissipate between heaven and earth.
"Ah! Am I going to die?" At this moment Feng Qingyang felt like he was falling into an ice cave. It was not that he felt the cold, but a sense of despair gradually arose in his heart.
Under the might of heaven and earth, no matter how powerful you are, you will feel inferior. How can you survive if heaven wants to destroy you? Not to mention that Feng Qingyang had no power to resist under this world-destroying thunder, even the old monster in the coffin could not bear it.
As if sensing his despair, a swallowing force suddenly appeared in Feng Qingyang's blood. It was like a bottomless black hole, madly absorbing the essence of the inner elixir and the lightning power of the body, locking it tightly in the body.
At this moment, the 'Taiyin Sutra' was also autonomously absorbing the inner essence and thunder power in the body and transforming them into magic power. However, these two forces were so huge that he could not resist them with his small mid-stage corpse jumping cultivation. He was about to explode and die.
"I can't die! Even if God wants to destroy me, I can't!" Feng Qingyang roared in his heart, his eyes turned blood red, and the power of his blood was boiling. It was like an invisible big hand firmly suppressing his gradually collapsing body, swallowing up all the power rushing into his body.
The thunder power from the outside world violently rushed into his body at this moment, and the essence of his inner elixir and the thunder power that were blocked by the power of blood in his body broke the blockade at this moment, causing the two forces to collide violently in his body.
Thunder is full of destruction, while the essence of the inner elixir contains vitality. The consequences of the collision of two completely different attributes can be imagined.
"Ah!" Feng Qingyang let out a cry of pain.
"I can't die... I haven't ventured into the world of cultivation yet, and I have the bloodline of the legendary Corpse King... How can I die here in such a miserable way!"
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, enduring the severe pain in his body, and used his tenacious will to control the two forces in his body to achieve a balance.
When the power of thunder and the essence of the inner elixir were forcibly controlled by him, Feng Qingyang finally fainted.
It was unknown how long it took before his consciousness gradually returned to his body. Feng Qingyang carefully checked his body and found that not only was he not seriously injured, but his magic power had even improved. He could actually circulate the Nine Yin Scriptures for two more cycles, and was only one step away from reaching the later stage of corpse-jumping.
When looking inside, he saw another bead at the heart, a dark yellow small bead with thunder and lightning, which was surrounded by the original Ying Gou's essence and blood. Strands of thunder and lightning power and the yin energy of Ying Gou's essence and blood slowly poured into the heart.
"What's going on?" Feng Qingyang said in amazement as he felt the changes in his body. The two beads surrounding his heart always gave him a bad feeling.
"Forget it, it's better to quickly improve your strength. I'll save these questions for General Ying Gou later."
He looked at his body again and saw that the originally inconspicuous keratin blocks on his arms and torso appeared to be even tougher. The keratin blocks were bronze in color, and from a distance it looked like he was wearing a layer of flesh armor.
The tentacles are soft yet extremely tough, which is a unique physical feature of zombies. His two fangs are as long as fingers, and they are cold, aggressive, and impossible to look directly at.
"This is a blessing in disguise. I am only one thin film away from the later stage of corpse jumping. By then, I will be able to open up the joints of my hands."
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"Old monster, now that I have done what you asked, how are you going to compensate me for what you promised me?" Feng Qingyang looked at the skinny old man in front of him and yelled at him without mercy.
"Don't call me a monster, I'm Master Guiming..." The skinny old man said his name and thought for a moment, then flipped his hand and an ancient ring appeared in his hand.
The ring was the color of deep jade, small and smooth, with a mysterious glow flowing inside it. It was obvious at first glance that it was not an ordinary object. Feng Qingyang stared at the ring and didn't even bother to pounce on it to grab it.
"Since you risked your life to save me, I can't let you save me in vain. Otherwise, if the news gets out, people will say that I am exploiting a young junior like you." As he said that, he threw his hand, and the ancient deep jade ring was automatically put on the index finger of Feng Qingyang's left hand with an unusual spirituality.
Before he asked what this was, a few words automatically appeared in his mind: Made of deep sea jade—spirit storage ring!
"Didn't you say you would help me buy in the price and then jump out the corpse in the later stage? Are you trying to fool me and get away with it with that storage ring?" Feng Qingyang said in a guise after getting the advantage.
"You..." Gui Ming was furious, and was about to yell at him, but suddenly stopped. He smiled grimly and suddenly returned to the coffin. The ancient tomb without the word "Zhen" no longer had the power it once had. It all happened so fast, and in the blink of an eye, Gui Ming lay back down.
"Could it be that this old ghost likes to lie in a coffin?" Feng Qingyang muttered inexplicably, and when he was about to speak...
I only heard a sinister voice in my ear: "Two people came from outside, and they are masters. I broke the seal and hurt my vitality. You hold them off for a while..."
"You old bastard..."