"The imperial teacher of Jiuli Divine Dynasty? Then how come you are in Suzaku Divine Kingdom?" In the darkness, Feng Qingyang's eyes were like stars, staring straight at the wretched old man.
The little beast next to it also snorted from time to time, and its body was burning with flames. The strange thing was that the flames did not spread, but always surrounded it about three feet away.
"The Dongtian Clan of the Suzaku Divine Kingdom is just a branch." The old rabbit seemed a little depressed, and the dog hugged his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Feng Qingyang groaned and ignored it, instead falling into deep thought. He didn't expect that the Dongtian Clan was actually in the Jiuli Divine Dynasty. Thinking of this, his brows suddenly frowned deeply.
This seems quite tricky. The power of the Dongtian Clan to see through the secrets of heaven is extremely strange. All the people they deduce, without exception, have no place to hide. Even at the end of the world, they cannot escape safely.
The Dongtian Clan is like a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that can see all places in the Supreme God Realm. Feng Qingyang frowned. If that's the case, then as soon as he becomes famous, he will be in trouble, right
Faintly, a terrible thought emerged in Feng Qingyang's mind. The source of this thought was related to his own cultivation. The stronger the cultivation, the more accurate that inexplicable intuition would be.
It seemed that somewhere unknown, there was indeed a pair of eyes looking at him, and there were far more than one pair. Suddenly, Feng Qingyang's whole body shook, his fate changed, and colorful colors covered the cave, strengthening the illusion array around it.
"wait for me!"
After saying this, he fell into meditation. "It's really not easy to survive in the Supreme God Realm by relying on one's own strength." He closed his eyes again while pondering.
He didn't want to think about anything now, only thinking about breaking through his cultivation. Under the shock of the flame veins, his body was already on the verge of a breakthrough. He couldn't wait to go into seclusion and know what would happen.
The fate was suspended at the top of the first layer of the Nine-Layer Immortal Palace, and its sharp horns had already shown a tendency to penetrate into the second layer. Feng Qingyang calmed his mind and mobilized the colorful power to continuously impact the second layer.
At the same time, the Corpse King bloodline lurking in his body also roared. As his cultivation level increased, the Corpse King bloodline also rose in strength. Even until now, Feng Qingyang had never gotten a glimpse of the mystery of the Corpse King bloodline.
In the world of cultivation, he was awakened by the blood of the Corpse King. He originally thought that it was just the blood of zombies, but now, he was wrong. Pangu, the ancestor of zombies, did not have such blood, but he did.
The strength of this bloodline has always been the deepest secret in his heart. No matter what he obtains, it will be suppressed by the bloodline. Just like his current destiny and seven colors, they are vaguely unable to compete with the bloodline of the Corpse King.
Gradually, Feng Qingyang fell into deep thought, and his consciousness returned to his body. He sat there like a piece of wood, with the colorful halo on his body surging and stirring in all directions, turning the small cave upside down. If he had not cast more than a dozen combined illusion arrays, the cave would have collapsed long ago.
Slowly, his spiritual awareness began to gather. He was almost doing two things at once. First, he mobilized the seven-colored magic power to bombard the second layer of the Nine-Layer Immortal Mansion. Second, he mobilized the power of his bloodline and the flesh and blood particles that were shattered by the flame veins, and began to corrode the corpse that he had devoured on the altar.
His consciousness was merely entangled with the corpse. The corpse king's bloodline was like countless tiny ants, biting the sky and the earth. In fact, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could only fuse a little bit at most.
However, this trace of fusion is crucial to Feng Qingyang. As long as he can integrate it, he can impact the second level of the Nine-Layer Immortal Mansion, thus breaking through the late stage of the Ancestral Zombie and ascending to an unprecedented realm.
The corpse was very quiet. Although Feng Qingyang's consciousness was very crazy and the blood and flesh particles all over his body were vibrating rapidly, it seemed that under this fusion, there was always an invisible diaphragm blocking him.
This was an obstruction, like repulsion, but at the same time, it simply attracted Feng Qingyang, not letting him go away, but at the same time, not wanting him to get close either.
He wanted to pierce the membrane, but it was very difficult. At least he couldn't penetrate it completely now. After pondering for a while, Feng Qingyang had an idea. Since he couldn't disperse, he might as well gather it at one point.
One half of his divided consciousness quickly condensed into one, sharp as a needle against a thorn. He could clearly hear the vibration coming from his ears.
The high-speed friction made his whole body tremble constantly. Waves of powerful aura spread along his flesh to the outside world, directly causing ripples in the void, spreading out layer by layer, and knocking the old rabbit in the corner to the ground.
Right now, Feng Qingyang had no choice but to do this if he wanted to break through. He didn't know the next realm, but if he wanted to break through, he could only fuse the corpses and upgrade his fate to the second level.
Boom!
The roar in his ears continued, and Feng Qingyang's magic power was consumed extremely quickly, almost to a terrifying level. Even so, he never gave up.
The collision of consciousness made him dizzy and deeply tired, as if he was about to fall at any time. Even though he was in seclusion in the cave, he was now exhausted.
But in fact, the impact on him was almost no less than fighting with a god. He didn't know how much time had passed. He tried several times but still couldn't succeed.
"It is imperative that your destiny be promoted to the second level. Now it is better to fuse this bit of corpse first and make it fully reach the level of 12%."
Feng Qingyang thought to himself, and as the thought came together, the scattered consciousness suddenly merged together. If it was just a needle tip colliding at high speed at the beginning, then now it is a sharp hammer, violently impacting,
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Like an explosion of thunder, a dull yet loud roar, an ancient heaviness, that heavy feeling, as if it carried the thickness of all things, echoed throughout the cave, and was even about to break through the obstacles of these several illusion arrays and spread beyond the heaven and earth.
Time passed slowly, and gradually, a month passed.
During this month, Feng Qingyang has been in seclusion. He sat there, his whole body covered in a rich colorful halo. The originally dazzling colorful light began to appear deep and dim during his seclusion.
The old rabbit originally wanted to escape, but with Feng Qingyang's spiritual awareness always filling the entire cave, he did not dare to move and just curled up in the corner for a whole month.
In fact, it was because of the little beast that the moment Feng Qingyang went into seclusion, it seemed to consciously act as a bodyguard. Although it was only a divine beast, its strength was at least enough to compete with an early-stage celestial god.
Moreover, it was devouring the colorful magic power leaked out by Feng Qingyang without anyone noticing. If Feng Qingyang knew about this, he would probably be shocked again.